(Santana's POV)

I was waiting by my car out front when Quinn ran over with a small smile on her face. "I told your guards to kick everyone out when they wake up and to make sure nothing is stolen or broken."

I laughed before moving to the other side and getting in the car "I wasn't really worried. The glee club seems like a good group of people."

"I was talking about all of them...including Puck. Wherever he is."

Nodding I took off toward the police station. "Makes sense."

She turned in her seat before leaning on the door and looking at me. "So let me in on our plan, we can't be going in blind."

I sighed before glancing at her "We are. I need to look at the evidence again. If the back of the card has a certain mark I know exactly who did it. I really can't believe I didn't figure it out before."

One glance at Quinn told me she was frowning "Figure what out exactly?"

"Well." I shook my head quickly before finishing. "There is a family. The Purit family. They are kind of...competing with me for 'head of Lima Heights', basically they want to have the same reputation and power that I do. They can't seem to understand that I don't care about being the leader or whatever, they can lead whoever they want to do whatever they want and I just don't care."

"And you think they kidnapped the adults?"

I nodded before sighing "This all comes back to the drug dealing allegations. I have a feeling that something happened to make the family mad."

"Is Rachel going to be okay?"

I shrugged. "I have no idea. But I'm glad Brittany is with her. Britt's special skills should make it so she can protect Rachel if the need arises."

Quinn leaned over and nudged me with a small smile "Look at that, our girls hanging out together."

I smiled a little before it turned into a frown as I pulled up outside the police station. "I don't know if Rachel is still my girl."

Quinn got out of the car before nodding. "She is. We just need to figure out why she's mad and make it up to her by finding these people."

"Yeah, I guess."

We walked inside the police station and were immediately bombarded with police officers and the police commissioner asking us questions. I frowned and put my hands over my ears hoping they would all shut up. When they didn't I glanced at Quinn to see her glaring at people. Finally I got fed up and screamed to make them shut up before sighing and looking around. I locked eyes with the commissioner and raised and eyebrow before calmly speaking.

"Get rid of these cops and bring me to the evidence."

He looked disgruntled before nodding and waving off the police officers and motioning for us to follow him.

"So what happened to Rachel?"

I sighed quickly when Quinn looked at me with wide eyes "The investigation finally got to her, she sent us here to check up on a few things while she sits at home with her friend eating ice cream and crying."

Quinn looked surprised that I could come up with a lie that easily. Well, I didn't get my title for nothing. Lying is just a given.

The commissioner nodded "I see. Well it was only a matter of time. She did lose all of her adult figures."

"She did. Now I want to see the cards that were given to the witnesses, more importantly I want to see the back of the cards."

He stopped and looked at me "You know I'm not supposed to do that right?"

"I never asked if you were supposed to. I told you I want to see them. Totally different."

He frowned before leading us into the evidence locker and pulling a box out with Berry written on the side. He set it down on a big desk and motioned toward it "Have at it. What are you looking for?"

I sighed and opened the box before looking through it "A crest on the back of the cards. If the crest is there, we know who did it."

"You- How?"

I smirked before pulling the cards out "Face it, I'm a better Sherlock Holmes than you guys."

He frowned "I need you on this force."

I shook my head "No, not my style."

I turned the card over and there it was. The Purit family crest. Two hawks carrying a P on their back.

I sighed and placed the card back in the box. "Great. It's them."

"Great! That means we can go get them!" Quinn said happily.

I frowned "Yeah we can."

I turned to the commissioner. "Can you have some of your men camped out around their warehouse in case something goes wrong?"

"No. We are going to storm in and arrest them all."

"Do that and all of your men are dead. Let me take care of this. You won't be able to pin the crime on them anyway. They have ways of making things like this disappear."

He stayed silent for a second before sighing. "Fine. When and where?"

"The ware house is the paper mill on 25th street. Give me the contact info for one of the men that will be out there and I will contact them if anything goes weary."

"Meet them before and you'll get a walkie."

"Fine. Come on Quinn."

I walked from the locker toward the front door with Quinn following me. I can't believe the Purit family did this. I thought I heard the last of them a while back. I don't want to go after them but I have to. For Rachel. She needs her parents.

Walking outside and to the car Quinn finally grabs my arm and stops me. I turn around to see her biting her lip before she releases it and stares. "What's the deal. What's your beef with this family? You don't seem happy at all that it's them that took the Berry's."

I drag her to the car and walk over to my side. We get in and I stay silent for a few seconds before finally answering "You know that my parents died right?"

Quinn nodded

"Well, that's not totally true. The truth is that they were both murdered. And it was the Purit family that did it."

Short chapter but It was necessary for the ending and stuff. Just moving it right along.

I didn't want to do this and I honestly don't know why you want a confrontation so badly but fine, whatever. Made for , here you go. My last chapter I said something about someone favoriting and following a story before messaging me and saying it was a waste of their time. No, I was not talking about you. When you said it was a waste of your time, you said it as a guest. So there is no way I could have been talking about you. But since more than one person did say that my story was boring I felt the need to address it.

As for the not being able to take bad criticism thing, I can take bad criticism. Granted I don't like to bad criticism but I can take it. But how am I supposed to react to it? Thank you for telling me my story was boring and correcting my use of the word to. I know I can't spell worth a shit, but that's what spell check was made for. Happy? Good talk.