4. Secret
His name is Alan Pickard; he's thirty two and a child killer. Rachel had all the information she required; now all she needed was the opportunity.
All she needs is a couple of hours and Alan Pickard would no longer be a problem to society.
Rachel is pulled out of her thoughts when she feels Santana shift in the bed next to her.
Santana was her best friend, her lover and a detective of the New York Police Department.
It's ironic that Santana's life is dedicated to protect and serve the people of New York, yet every night she goes to bed with a serial killer.
Not that Rachel was the usual type of serial killer. She likes to think of herself more of a vigilante. It was the only way she can justify what she does. It was built into her this need to kill, it was almost primal. She had decided many years ago that since she couldn't control it, then she would use it in a positive way.
Not that everyone would see it that way. Some people see murder as murder no matter what shape or form, people like Santana.
Rachel loved her girlfriend. She was the epitome of perfection to her. She was beautiful, intelligent, brave but most of all she was completely oblivious to the monster she had given her heart to.
Apart from the fact that Rachel was hiding a big secret, their relationship is perfect. That's the main reason Rachel hides a part of herself, because if Santana ever found out, she is convinced she would lose her.
As a detective for the New York Police Department, Santana spends her life putting people like Rachel in prison. Rachel knows that Santana loves her, but she's not sure how she would react if she found out her girlfriend was a killer.
Rachel had been through every scenario in her head; Santana breaking down, Santana arresting her, Santana shooting her, Santana being understanding.
As much as she loved the girl sleeping beside her and as much as she feels she knows her, Rachel just doesn't know how she would react and she hopes she'll never have to find out.
Santana's phone rings. It rings for a few more minutes before she answers it, her voice thick with sleep.
Rachel can only hear Santana's side of the conversation, but she soon feels the bed move as Santana gets out.
"Is everything okay?" Rachel asks.
"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"
"It's okay."
Rachel doesn't want to let Santana know that she hadn't been sleeping. She knows that Santana would worry.
"I have to go. There's been a reported homicide and they need me there. I probably won't see you until this afternoon." Santana explains as she gets dressed.
"Go and be a hero."
"If I have time maybe we can have lunch together. I'll call you."
Santana pulls on her jacket and gives herself a quick look in the mirror. Satisfied, she walks over to Rachel who was still lying in bed.
"I love you" she says bending down, giving Rachel a quick kiss.
"I love you too" Rachel replies.
She watches Santana leave the bedroom and checks the clock. It was one o'clock in the morning. There was still plenty of time left.
Rachel had just found her opportunity.