Santana Lopez was one hell of a cop. She could get a confession out of anyone, with a simple glance. She could make the toughest criminals wet themselves in fear.
But Bryce Coleman was different.
"So, Mr. Coleman, where were you two nights ago?" Her voice was cold and uncaring.
"I was home." Bryce replied with a smirk.
"Can anyone confirm that?" She asked. He smiled at her.
"My cat can." He replied sarcastically. Santana slammed her hand on the metal table.
"Listen here. A girl is dead and your semen was found on her bed." She growled at him. "Explain." She ordered. His smile fell.
"I met her at a club, she was a red head. Both of us were drunk and she wanted me to go home with her." He paused and looked down at the table. "Things started to get heated and we got to the bed. Just as we were going to-" He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Just as we were going to have sex she said some things." He finished, clearly flustered. Santana raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him.
"What did she say?" Santana asked. Bryce looked around and then turned to Santana.
"She screamed out 'I love you Lizzie' and then she said things about this 'Lizzie' girl and I was kind of freaked out. So I left, I got my clothes and left. She was alive when I left." He said with a sigh. His long dirty blonde hair was ill-kept and his blue eyes looked tired.
Santana looked at him, clearly not convinced.
"So let me get this straight. When you two were about to get it on, she screamed out another girls name so you left." She asked, clearly amused. Bryce looked at her.
"You wouldn't understand." He murmured. The Latina chuckled.
"Oh I understand, you thought we were going to get laid by a hot girl that night. You got back to her place, things were going great. Until you realized she was in love with a girl and that you were probably the drunken mistake. What was stopping you from taking advantage of her? What was stopping you from raping her and killing her?" The Hispanic woman frowned. "Was your ego bruised so badly that you decided to teach her a lesson?"
Bryce's hands clenched and his knuckles were white. His cheeks were red from anger, and his eyes flashed red.
"I wouldn't do that! She was drunk! And yes maybe I was hurt but I wouldn't take advantage of her like that!" He screamed, his chair was thrown back. The clang that it made against the wall could be heard down the hall. The Latina looked at the one sided glass in the room.
Even though she couldn't see them Alex and Quinn were there listening to everything. Alex turned to Quinn with a questioning look.
"Who the hell is that Lizzie girl?" Alex asked. Quinn shrugged and shook her head.
"I don't know, but I'll ask Torres. She should have a full report and the names of everyone in the building." The blonde responded. Alex nodded and turned back to the window.
"I don't think he's telling us everything." She whispered. Quinn looked at her with her famous Fabray eyebrow raise.
"What do you mean?" She asked. Alex looked at her with a frown.
"I'm not sure but I feel like he's hiding something." Alex finished as she looked at the Latina woman. Santana stood up and shook her head as she left the room.
"We'll let's find, this Lizzie character and we'll go from there." Quinn told her. Alex nodded as the door opened. Santana stepped in and scowled at Alex.
"Russo." She said curtly. Alex smirked.
"You cannot still be mad?" She asked in disbelief. Santana growled at her.
"Like hell I can." She responded. Alex smiled.
"I missed you Lopez." The Latina mumbled a response in Spanish.
"Missed you too Russo." She told the brunette. Alex smiled and turned to Quinn.
"So can I go talk to the new detective?" She asked hopefully wagging her eyebrows. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"No Alex. Until you're out of that sling, you're on lab duty. While Lopez and I are on the field." Quinn told her. Alex gaped at them, her mouth wide open.
"WHAT!" She screamed. "That is messed up!" Santana laughed at Alex's outburst.
"Sorry Russo. Say hi to the test tubes for me." The Latina giggled as she left.
"Quinn-" The rebel started, but the blonde lifted her hand up.
"No Alex. You can't be out in the field like that. Santana and I will not allow it."
"At least let me talk to the hot newbie." Alex pleaded. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"No, Alex just-" The blonde sighed "Stay out of trouble and don't do anything stupid." She told Alex in a stern voice. Alex mumbled and shuffled out of the room.
Alex silently rode the elevator back up to the lab. She sighed and leaned against the wall. Great, now she was stuck in a lab with all the nerdy lab assistants while Quinn and Santana were off getting all the actions.
"Excuse me? Do you know where Detective Fabray is?" A beautiful brunette asked Alex. She had chocolate brown eyes and dark brown hair. Alex gaped at her with wide eyes. This had to be the newbie.
"Uh, yeah. She's down in interrogation." She smiled at the raven-haired woman. The woman smiled at her as well.
"Thanks. I'm Mitchie." She stuck her hand out to Alex. Alex smirked and shook her hand.
"I'm Alexandra, but you can call me anything you want." Alex gave her a flirtatious smile and wink. Mitchie blushed furiously.
"Uh t-thanks." Mitchie stuttered out. Alex felt pretty smug at the moment.
"No problem. Now if I may ask, why are you looking for Fabray, when I'm here?" Alex said playfully. She wouldn't admit it but seeing Mitchie blush made her feel satisfied.
"She wanted a copy of my full report."
"I would want to see your full report." Alex muttered quietly. But Mitchie still heard. Mitchie looked flustered, her cheeks tinted red and her eyes darting nervously.
"I should go and find her." Mitchie said nervously. Alex smiled and nodded.
"I'll see you around Mitchie." She smirked. Mitchie nodded and got into the elevator. Once she was gone Alex smiled to herself.
"She's beautiful." She sighed. It was finally happening, Alex Russo believed in love at first sight.
A/N: Man I'm on a roll! Thank to everyone that put my story on alert, but I would want a few reviews too. I know I'm really demanding, but hey your reviews keep me going haha.
So I have some questions….
When Faberry meets, should they be unbearable? Like, should they find each other annoying and later on they realize it was simply 'unresolved sexual tension'? (I'm not good at writing smut…so you won't see much of that...)
Should Mitchie play hard to get?
Santana and Brittany, should they already be together, or should I put their progress as a couple in this story?
Klaine, how should I introduce that?
Should Alex do something stupid? Haha ;)
Who is Lizzie?
Thanks for reading! Please Review!