Finn counted down the minutes until his shift was over, and he could go home to his 'loving' girlfriend. At the moment, it was 20 minutes. He was trying to avoid being given another case to work on by his boss, as that was usually how he got forced into staying late. If he was late tonight, Santana would kill him. So, he was sitting behind his desk alone, with his feet up, and a coffee in hand.

When he heard footsteps from down the hall, walking towards him, Finn immediately began to look busy. He put his feet onto the floor and began to type on the computer, despite the fact he was looking at a blank screen. He breathed a sigh of relief when Santana came around the corner.

"Babe, what are you doing here?" He asked, standing up to give her a kiss.

"I just dropped off someone that I arrested." Santana answered casually, sitting on the edge of Finn's desk.

"I thought you were meeting your old college friend?" Finn said as he sat back down.

"That's who I arrested." Santana shrugged, playing with some objects on the desk.

"What? Why?" Finn asked with amusement.

"DUI." Santana answered. "I just wanted to stop by and say hello."

"Well if you stick around, my shift ends in 20 minutes. We can go home together."

"I would, but I need to stop by the store on my way home." Santana said, standing up from the desk. "I'll meet you at home."

Finn kissed his girlfriend and watched as she walked away. He span around on his chair, looking at the other people in the room. There were around 10 desks in the room, but only 4 people were currently here. The rest were working on cases or out patrolling. As Finn stared off into the distance, his mind elsewhere, he didn't notice his boss walk in.

"Hudson!" He yelled, snapping Finn from his reverie.

"Yes, Sir?" Finn replied, embarrassed at being caught daydreaming.

"I have some new paperwork here that needs to be filled out. Now." Mr. Denton threw a small stack of papers in front of Finn and began to walk away.

"Wait, Sir, can't you give this to someone else?" Finn asked, scared his boss would yell at him. "It's just, my shift's over in," Finn checked his watch before answering. "16 minutes."

His boss sighed and folded his arms across his chest. "It won't take long, Finn. It's just a DUI, the girl's in cell 4 downstairs." With that, his boss walked away from him.

Finn sighed and looked at the paper on his desk. The name of the girl was Rachel Berry. He knew he had heard that name before, he just couldn't think where...

Of course. The night before, Finn had shut down Rachel Berry's party. She thought he was called Fernando and wanted him to go in for drinks. Finn caught himself smiling at the name as he remembered her. He cleared his throat and put on a straight face, rising from his desk and walking down the hall.

Rachel stared at the ceiling of the cell. She didn't belong here. If she could tell her high school self that in 9 years time she would have been arrested for driving under the influence, she would have laughed in her own face. But yet here she was, sat in a cell with a man who was currently talking to his hand. Sitting across from her was a woman who had piercings wherever a hole could be pierced. And next to her was a man with a bruised eye and a red substance on his t-shirt that Rachel could only assume was blood.

Rachel heard footsteps outside the cell and prayed it was her turn to be taken out. Being around these people made her extremely uncomfortable, and she was only here for driving a metre after having a couple of drinks.

Rachel watched the hall eagerly, waiting for someone to appear. When the person did appear, Rachel couldn't have been happier. Fernando appeared, carrying a clipboard and wearing a smirk on his face.

"Can Ms. Rachel Berry come with me, please?" He said as the guard unlocked the cell door. Rachel grinned and stood up, rushing over to him.

"Thank goodness you're here, Fernando." She said. She wanted to hug him but her hands were cuffed together, (which she found completely unnecessary).

"My name isn't Fernando." He informed her, as he began walking down the hall.

She followed him closely, smiling at the ground as she walked behind him. She didn't know why he wouldn't admit his name, but it didn't matter. She set out the day wanting to see Fernando again, and here he was. If you asked her, this was mission accomplished... just in an unexpected way.

Finn took them to an empty room that contained only a desk and computer. He sat behind the desk, instructing Rachel to sit in front of it. Rachel did as she was told, watching Finn concentrate on the paperwork in front of him.

Finn furrowed his brow as he concentrated, which Rachel found completely endearing. She looked at him closely, trying to memorise everything about him. Including the dimples he got in his cheeks whenever he smiled at something. He was so adorable in everything he did, and Rachel couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Could you fill in this page for me, please?" Finn looked up at Rachel, catching her staring at him.

Rachel looked down, trying to play it off, but nodded her head. Finn placed the paper and a pen in front of her, waiting for her to fill out her details. Rachel looked from Finn, to the pen, then back to Finn again. She quirked an eyebrow at him, noticing how confused he looked from her behaviour.

"Do you expect me to write with these?" Rachel asked, lifting her arms onto the table to reveal the hand-cuffs around her wrists.

Finn smirked at her and stood up. "Right." He said, walking around to Rachel's side of the desk.

He grabbed some keys off his desk, finding the one for the cuffs. He then signalled to Rachel to lift up her hands. He took one of Rachel's hands in his to make it easier to unlock her. The softness of her hands surprised him; and the warmth she gave off was addictive. Finn made eye contact with her as he unlocked the cuffs, pulling them from her wrists.

"Was there really any need for those?" Rachel asked, rubbing her wrists.

"Well, it appears that you're a criminal, so yes." Finn said cockily, moving around to his side of the desk.

Rachel intrigued Finn for some reason. She was a mystery that Finn wanted to solve. She looked like a nice girl, a girl who wouldn't break the law or misbehave. However, she dressed in a slightly more mature way, wearing tight jeans and short tops. Also, she clearly acted more rebellious, which made Finn more curious. Finn wanted to figure out what type of person she was: a good girl, or a bad girl.

"I'd hardly call myself a criminal." Rachel told him, while she picked up the pen.

"Really? Because a criminal is a person who has committed a crime. Last I checked, driving under the influence is a crime."

Rachel stopped writing the sentence that she was writing and looked up at Fernando. "I wouldn't really say I was under the influence," She said, feeling the fact she was arrested was a little unnecessary. "Do I seem drunk to you?"

Finn looked at her with narrow eyes, as if contemplating his opinion. "It's hard for me to say," He admitted. "I've only ever seen you after you've had a couple of drinks."

It was Rachel's turn to narrow her eyes, this time because Finn was treating her like a delinquent. "Anyway, I didn't really drive anywhere either."

"Hm," Finn frowned, leaning back in his chair. "Did you put your foot on the accelerator peddle?" He asked, trying to prove Rachel wrong.

Rachel narrowed her eyes even more as she reluctantly said, "Yes."

"And did the car actually accelerate?"

Rachel narrowed her eyes even more, so much so that it looked like her eyes were closed. "Yes."

"Then you were driving." Finn stated, matter-of-factly.

"Only about 2 metres." Rachel informed him, thinking this made her 'crime' justified.

"According to the report filed against you, that was only because you crashed into the car in front of you."

"It was more of a tap." Rachel said quietly.

Deciding she didn't want to listen to more of Fernando's accusatory statements, she lifted the pen and continued writing her own version of events. Who did Fernando even think he was? He didn't know her, yet he was treating her like she was a bad person. Like she was constantly breaking the law. This wasn't the case though.

"You know," Finn said, trying to make conversation to break the silence. "A DUI is quite a serious offence."

Rachel glanced up at him but returned her gaze to the paper. She didn't even want to give him the satisfaction of acting like he was above her.

"You could get a fine, a license suspension, sometimes even time in jail." Finn continued.

Rachel looked up at him properly. Why was he acting like this? Trying to make her feel guilty for what she did. Trying to make her feel like she had committed a terrible crime. It really wasn't like that, and she could feel herself getting annoyed. However, some of the anger was cause by herself, because although he was acting the way he was, Rachel still felt attracted to him. Why?

"I had a couple of drinks and then drove a couple of metres. Nothing bad happened. I doubt my punishment will be that severe." Rachel told him, finishing off the last bit of paper work.

"That's not for you to decide." Finn reminded her, a cocky smile. "You endangered the life of pedestrians."

"They only pedestrian around was my college 'friend' Santana, and she's the reason I'm here in the first place."

"Wait," Finn leaned forward, suddenly interested in what Rachel had just said. "Santana Lopez brought you here?"

Rachel frowned, wondering why that was important. Santana had told Rachel that she didn't know a Fernando, yet Fernando clearly knew Santana. Had Santana lied to her? If so, why?

"Yes, I was her room-mate in college." Rachel informed him.

Finn leant back again and began to laugh a husky laugh. Dimples appeared on his cheeks which Rachel found adorable. "What's so funny?" Rachel asked, annoyed at how amusing he found her arrest.

"That's my girlfriend." Finn informed her as his laughter died down to a mere chuckle.

Rachel's frown grew when she heard the news. Fernando had a girlfriend? She had only met him yesterday, yet she was so disappointed to hear he was unavailable. Especially when the girl he was taken by was Santana Lopez. Then, Rachel remembered something.

"You can't be Santana's boyfriend," She said, shaking her head at him. "Santana told me that her boyfriend was called F-" Rachel paused mid-sentence. She remembered the night before. Officer F. Hudson. "The F is for Finn isn't it?" She said quietly.

Finn nodded his head, an amused smile on his face. "I told you I wasn't called Fernando."

Rachel's cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had been calling him Fernando when his name was really Finn. Come to think of it, he did look like a Finn. And he really didn't look like Fernando.

Rachel looked down at the sheet she was filling in, writing in the last box to mask her embarrassment. Finn didn't seem to judge her for getting his name wrong, yet she was still embarrassed.

"I wouldn't have put you and Santana together." Rachel said when she was finished. She handed the sheets back to Finn so he could check over them.

"Well, we're completely different people," Finn admitted with a shrug. "But we make it work."

Rachel frowned, thinking back to when she was with Santana earlier in the evening. She had totally caught Santana checking out Brittany. Was that really 'making it work'? Rachel forced herself so keep her mouth shut, not wanting to stir up trouble.

"I would put you with a girl a little more... polite, friendly, less of a bitch." Rachel added, while Finn scanned through the papers in front of him.

"Really?" Finn asked, quirking an eye-brow at her. "You hardly know me."

"I know you're incredibly handsome." Rachel said, leaning forward and resting her elbows of the desk.

Finn looked up at Rachel, surprised by her forwardness. "Rach, are you..." Finn stopped himself and looked back down. It wouldn't be appropriate for him to ask her if she was flirting with him. "Never mind."

"Rach?" Rachel echoed, a small smile touching her lips. "We're already on a nickname basis?"

"Ms. Berry," Finn made a point of correcting himself as he neatened the sheets into a pile. "If you don't mind, I'll need to rush this along a little. My shift ends any moment now."

"Maybe we can go and grab a drink then?" Rachel asked, eager to spend more time with the handsome police officer.

"I think you've done enough drinking for one night," Finn joked, a smirk on his face. Rachel glared at him, though not in a mean way. "Besides, as you already know, I've got a girlfriend."

"But Finn, you can't deny the fact we have a certain chemistry between us." Rachel said flirtatiously, leaning towards him. "This kind of chemistry is rare, and your just going to toss that away?"

"How do you know we have chemistry if we don't know each other?"

"Are you telling me you don't feel it?"

Finn looked down. Of course he felt it. For some unknown reason, he was attracted to her like a moth to a flame. Truth be told, if they had met at a different time and at a different place, (When he didn't have a girlfriend and when he wasn't arresting her), he would have probably asked her out. But Rachel seemed like a bit of a bad girl, and that wasn't Finn's usual type. So, he would never admit the chemistry he felt to Rachel.

Finn sighed and stood up, picking up Rachel's paperwork. "I'll just go file these for you."

Finn walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Rachel watched, a sort of smirk on her face. He felt it.

A/N: I feel like I need to tell you all that this story gets more exciting soon. Next chapter, I promise. Anyway, thank you all for reading. Reviews are always appreciated.