A/N: thanks for the reviews! keep in mind that I have no clue about what really happens in real life. I have to research it, so just bare with me here okay. right now going off of what I've seen in Taken. Enjoy! Review!

Chapter 2: Just the Beginning

The sound of machines beeping awoke the small brunette who was lying in the bed. Her mind was fuzzy and as she tried to open her eyes; her vision was blurry. Slowly everything snapped into focus and she looked around the blinding white hospital room. She was alone; with nothing but the beeping of the monitor to keep her company.

As she looked around, she began to remember what happened: she was shot, and Quinn was raped. Quinn. Where was Quinn? Did she get shot too? Is she alright? All these questions flew through her mind and she began to panic. No. Quinn was safe. She was probably out getting a cup of coffee or something.

She turned her chocolate eyes towards the door and prayed that any second Quinn would walk in; smile at her with her Styrofoam cup of crappy coffee. But the seconds ticked by and they turned into minutes, then hours. Tears welled in her eyes as she concluded, Quinn wasn't here. She didn't get shot. She was taken from her.

Quickly, Rachel threw off the covers and began to collect her clothes, which were sitting nicely on the dresser. She didn't give a shit that she wasn't supposed to out of bed after surgery. All that was on her mind was Quinn; she needed to find her. Ignoring the nurse's protests, she left the hospital and began searching frantically for her girlfriend.

The door creaked open and the light cascaded down the staircase, landing softly on the filthy blonde girl. Ever so slowly footsteps made their way down to her. Grudgingly, Quinn opened her green eyes and saw the man now standing in front of her. As fast as she could, she got up to her feet and said, "You bastard. I'll kill you."

Stepping out of the light, she took in his appearance. He was clean shaven, with a strong jaw. His black hair was short and neat. But what scared her the most was all the evil in those blue eyes. "I don't think you will. In fact when all this is over, I'm sure that you'll be thanking me. Now let's start with introductions. My name is Henry Evergreen. And you are?"

"Bite me." She said, as she brought her hands up to her waist and clenched her fists. Her now fierce green eyes; meeting his cold, heartless blue ones.

Nodding slowly, he brought his back hand up and slapped her hard across the face. She turned her head to disrepute the force. "Now, you're name." He asked harshly.

Taking a second to collect herself, Quinn muttered, "Quinn."

Clapping his hands, he mockingly said, "Aw, there we go. Was that so hard…Now here's the deal, Quinnie, kidnapping you was nothing personal it's just business. Your friend however got in the way. We would've taken her too, but we don't sell brunettes. So, lucky for you you're a blonde, eh? Now over the course of the next year, you'll be trained…"

"Trained for what?" She has a guess, but she prayed to God that she was wrong.

"This is a business for prostitution; trafficking if you will. We train you, then we sell you for profit."

She felt a horrid feeling wash over her. This wasn't happening. Just the other night, she was kissing and holding her now dead girlfriend. Now she was about to be prostituted. "Please just let me go. I won't tell anybody." Her voice was a bit shaky and she cursed herself for being so weak right now.

"Don't worry, love. You'll learn to love it. I personally guarantee it." Out of nowhere, he grabbed her arm and reached into his pocket to remove a syringe. She started to shake her head.

"Please, I don't want it. Please, don't…"

Holding her arm tightly, he plunged the needle into her arm and released the drugs into her. She started to feel lightheaded and the room began to spin around her. Closing her eyes, Henry leaned down and placed a soft kiss unto her lips, she then blacked out.

Three weeks later, Rachel was still looking and asking everyone if they saw Quinn. Nobody had seen her or heard from her. She was now sitting alone in the auditorium thinking about where they might have taken her. With her notebook open, she began to write down the places that she still needed to check.

Santana watched the small brunette scribbling quickly across the book and her heart pang for her. She knew of Rachel's and Quinn's relationship, everyone did, but she was one of the only ones to see it up close. How Rachel felt for Quinn was exactly how she felt for Brittany. She couldn't imagine what she would be doing if it was Brittany, however; it's been weeks since she started and she wasn't getting anywhere.

Pushing against the doorframe, Santana made her way over to Rachel and said as nicely as she could, "Berry, you have to stop." Rachel stopped writing. "That's not what I meant." Sitting down in the seat in front of her she continued, "Berry, she's gone. She's not coming back…" Saying that killed something in both girls, but they had to face reality here.

"I can't accept that." Standing up, Rachel looked at her, tears heavy in her eyes. "She's not gone. I'm going to find her and I won't stop until she's safe back in my arms. I owe that much to her. I love her, Santana. And I'm not giving up." She didn't wait for a respond, she just walked out of the auditorium.

A/N: what do you think about the PezBerry friendship? let me know if you liked it! Review! :)