I'm so happy to get this one out! I want to remind my readers that although the last chapter was angsty, this story is more humorous and fluffy/badass/wicked/awesome!Brittana
Have no fear.
crystalynn2006 - The more you hate the more you love. San and Britt haven't been married for years for nothing. I think you'll be happy with this chapters ending and direction the story will take.
boredsenseless2 - Yes, I wrote more in Santana's point of view because I think it's more interesting. Santana freaks the moment things turn out different than what she's used to so, you know, she's more dramatic. Britt is more level headed, and not one to go crazy but that doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings. She copes with it better. Remember, Brittany saw Santana that night she was with Rory, Santana shot her.
knowthescore - Haha, you're good. There's a breaking point though and I think you'll enjoy the action. Bullets will fly.
codyismydog - Shit is most certainly going down!
M206 - I'm all for happy endings so, no worries there.
nayalove - Nope, not cheating but they lied to each other.
Nicole - Well, wait no longer! I think you'll like this chapter
HeyaAddict - I am looking forward to the make up sex, haha! No, actually I'm scared it won't live up to peoples expectations.
Guest - Yep, they both know the other is an assassin. Brittany is not working for the government though, her team interpreted the encrypted message differently than Santana's team. Brittany is trying to find out if Rory is the real bad guy while Santana got a bill to kill.
Guest - Killing someone is a big decision. Killing someone close to you is even harder, it won't be easy for San.
And now, on with the story. Thanks for the awesome feedback!
Chapter 8
"Are you alright Santana?" It's such a stupid question Santana doesn't bother to answer.
"Let's just get on with the planning okay Puck?" Santana replies. In front of her lays a huge stack of data she spent all night digging up. It's not like she can sleep anyway with Brittany gone. But she is always in Santana's head, and in her heart.
Soon she tells herself, one day she'll forget. She has to try, because she's already lost her.
"You're not even on this case Santana; you're supposed to be hunting down blond bodyguard."
"Well you're welcome, the team wouldn't be any closer to killing Flanagan if I didn't drop all this shit off." Santana slams her hands on the desk in her move to get up. "Have a good day Puck."
Santana storms out and heads straight home.
Brittany wakes up in a dark room. It takes her a while to remember but when she does, she frowns. She's safe and she's glad for that but a part of her would rather confront Santana about the lies that they've told each other, and the people they pretended to be.
Even a knife at her throat or a gun to her head is less scary then what she feels now. Uncertainty.
Brittany opens the blinds and smiles at the body beside her. Last night she was a wreck and Quinn did her best to console her. She must have fallen asleep with Brittany in her arms.
As she gets dressed, Brittany wonders who is comforting Santana.
Brittany quickly moves on from that thought, Santana is strong, she will get through everything especially this. She is the weak one. She cried so much the night she gave back her marriage ring. She just couldn't keep it.
Keeping it would remind Brittany of the lies she and Santana told each other for years.
There was a time Brittany knew Santana loved her, now she doesn't know. Brittany screwed it up somewhere all though she's not sure how. But the truth was bound to come out anyways right? Brittany just didn't expect there to be two truths.
With a sigh, Brittany wakes Quinn up and they both get ready to go into the office.
The rest of the girls are already busy at their computers when Quinn and Brittany arrive. Sugar updates them on the progress.
"There are two things you girls need to know." She spins in her chair. They all have to wear the same blazer, dress shirt and slacks uniform but Sugar always adds her own touch. Today it's giant, pink sunglasses.
Once Brittany's gotten her focus back from those sunglasses she nods her head.
"One," Sugar continue, "Rory Flanagan has fled the country. Thanks to Brittany's computer work, we know exactly where he's going and it's not Ireland."
Quinn and Brittany wait for the punch line while Tina pops bubble gum impatiently. Her face reads that she could have finished bringing everyone up to speed two decades ago.
"He's going to Qatar."
"For the oil," Brittany's mind connects the dots. "But why? He's not the one is he?"
"He could be," Quinn says, "Or St. James could be using him as a messenger boy. Either way, we've got to get the truth out of him."
"We're leaving in fifteen minutes, the helicopter is being checked." Tina opens a Japanese comic book and continues to pop her gum.
"Great, and what's the second thing?" Brittany asks.
"The super hot girl who was trying to kill you is in the building."
"What!" Both Brittany and Quinn shout.
As if on cue, the office phone rings.
Tina gets it, but after only half listening she holds the phone out to Brittany, "it's for you."
Santana didn't want to admit it to herself but she was dreading her job. She must have checked her arsenal ten times, and she still didn't feel ready. But she knew she had to do it. Just in and out.
Don't think it's her you're killing. It's just someone.
Someone you used to love, and have the best sex with, and eat with, and sleep with, and laugh with, and take out to movies, and show off to the world and…
But she's not that person anymore. You don't know this new person.
Her brain is all screwed up and Santana knows there is only one way to do this. Soldier mode. Follow your orders, don't make it personal.
She snaps her guns into places on her body, stuffs her feet in combat boots and drives to Brittany's work place.
"There she is," Sugar points out to security camera feed on her wide screen, "she's in the elevator on the tenth floor."
Brittany peers at the screen, Santana is looking right back at her, smiling.
"How are you doing baby?" Santana's sugar coated words infuriate Brittany. Once upon a time Santana said those words to her with love, now it's all a game.
"Never been better hot stuff, what brings you here?" Brittany replies, she turns to look at Sugar and Tina who have their jaws on the floor.
Quinn is rushing for them to get ready and makes a clear signal for Brittany to end the conversation. To Tina and Sugar she says she'll explain later.
"Oh, can't I visit you at work sometimes? Or is there something you're hiding there that I shouldn't know about." Santana looks at the numbers climbing higher and higher.
"Don't act like you're not here to kill me. I told you to stay away." Brittany wished Santana would have followed her advice, now she was going to have to hurt Santana.
"Well, you told me lots of things. I just want to find out which ones were lies. How did you know I was coming for you?" Santana genuinely wants to know.
"You're whole operations is bugged, I have access to all of it. I heard you." Brittany's voice hardens with anger. Santana had said yes, yes, and yes when given orders to kill Brittany as if Santana were waiting all these seven years to finally be rid of her.
"You're lying Brittany," Santana's voice shakes, she desperately wishes Brittany hadn't heard her. "Again. You're a great liar." The last part Santana tries to sound cocky, to throw Brittany off her trail.
"I'm hanging up now Santana; I've got work to do."
"And so do I, see you in a few baby."
"Stop calling me that." Brittany is irritated.
The girls are calling her to hurry to the window.
"At least now I know that part of our relationship was fake. Now you're just giving me an incentive to kill you."
"I'll be gone before you get here. And take this as my last warning. Come near me and I'll be forced to kill you."
Santana chuckles, "As if you weren't planning to kill me all along. Don't worry, I've got this building covered, you're not going anywhere."
"Whatever, I'll see you around." Brittany hangs up but lingers at the screen for a minute longer staring at the face of her ex-wife.
Brittany turns off the screen when she can't stand to look at her anymore.
Quinn is helping Brittany strap on her deploying device onto her back, and checking one last time that it's on right.
The girls flip open the huge glass window, watching it rise like a curtain. It's then that the office door bursts open.
"Time to go girls," Brittany shouts. They all jump but Brittany jumps last as she watches Santana raise her gun. Brittany remains stoned face, daring Santana to shoot.
She only gives her a split second though before she's out the window and propelling forward. Motor wings keep her up.
In the empty window Santana pockets her gun and watches the team of four fly over New York City like a flock of superb birds.
Brittany waves to Santana, watching the girl clench her fist through her aerials before speeding up to keep group formation.
She's gone. Santana mutters under her breath.
She can imagine Brittany laughing with Quinn about her inability to shoot her. The hesitation is something Santana will never understand.
Santana trained for this, to put bullets through people. She had a clear split second shot but her fingers didn't pull the trigger.
It could have been so easy. Now she has nowhere left to go but back to her team for help tracking Brittany down, as if they don't already have a ticking bomb to deal with.
And so much for the explosives she planted in each elevator, now she'll have to go collect them.
Santana kicks a chair against the wall and plops herself into another one. An idea comes to her as she begins booting all of the computers.
Their whole headquarters is in her hands and she has time.
The screens flicker to life in seconds. That's as far as she can go though. The computer asks for a hand and pupil scan.
Santana tries knowing already that it won't work, but she's still frustrated when her eyes and hand don't match up. The computer goes into a frenzy of red and yellow, Alert: Unknown identification – access denied, and then shuts down on its own.
All her attempts with the other computers end the same way. Damn Brittany and her computer skills. If only Santana can get her into a fair no weapons fight, she'd be superior.
With a sigh, Santana heads back to her team's meeting place.
Quinn, Sugar, Tina, and Brittany sit nonchalantly in the supersonic company jet on course for Qatar. They sip ginger ale and it feels like life is great.
Who wouldn't love their job? They're badass, they get the bad guys with class and in style, and they are like the real Charlie's Angels. And on their down time they enjoy parties and pleasures.
Sure it was hard to get here but once you've made it, you've made it. You're elite for life. Better then a government agent, better than a soldier, better then the fucking FBI.
No one in their sane mind would want to leave, to become a helpless civilian.
But Brittany is rethinking that point. She would never admit it to her friends because they wouldn't understand, but she would give it all up to be a helpless civilian if she got to have the life she once shared with Santana.
"Are you thinking of making something awesomer than the nuclear bomb?" Sugar breaks her thoughts. She then slurps the rest of her drink as loud as possible through her straw. "Sorry, I was an orphan. No parents to teach me manners."
Usually Brittany laughs at Sugars lame excuses to break social norms and folkways, doing whatever she wants. This time she's really not in the mood.
"Something's definitely crawled up her ass and died this time." Tina says mainly to herself as she nods in agreement.
"Are you thinking of the hot girl? It's super cool you're sleeping with her and now she's trying to blow you up."
"Sugar, can you just find the fashion channel and critique everyone on the catwalk? Thanks." Quinn is short tempered today as well. She knows that this conversation is not helping Brittany to focus on their mission.
"Not until Brittany tells us how long she's been going out with hot girl."
"Hot girl, has a name and its Santana Lopez. Funny, Brittany shares her last name. Are you two married or something?" Tina sits legs apart and hands folded under her chin. Brittany knows what she's doing; she's trying to glare the truth out of her like everyone else they bring in for questioning.
Tina has serious ninja mind controlling skills. The small slit of her eyes makes her even scarier in Brittany's opinion because you can't see shit that's going on behind those black marbles. You can hardly see her eyes at all.
"The something part is right, she's just an underground mission gone wrong." Brittany shrugs her shoulder like it's no big deal.
"Holy Shit! Talk about being a super agent. You were doing an underground, underground mission. I can't even wrap my head around that." Sugar walks away clearly thinking Brittany is superwoman.
"Whatever," Tina relaxes back into the couch, propping her feet up and continuing her three-hundredth level of angry birds.
"You gonna be ok?" Quinn asks when the others are preoccupied. If Quinn is honest, she's just as surprised about Santana as Brittany is. Only then did she realize how fucked up their situation is going to be. And now that Santana is officially chasing Brittany, not in a good way, she's worried Brittany won't be able to handle it.
Super Elite or not, Quinn knows Brittany is one of those girls with a heart, who hurts easily no matter what tough front she puts on. She knows Santana's hurt Brittany deep without having to use any weapon.
"What do you mean," Brittany smirks at Quinn's concerned question. If Santana wants to play cat and mouse, then so be it. Except it's like tiger and unicorn, however that works.
"I'm ready to blow stuff up."
"Don't even start," Santana holds her hand up to Puck as she walks in the room full of men hunched over an i-pad.
"She's gone and I don't know where. Now would be a nice time for all you idiots to start using your brains."
With that Santana steals the ipad from them. She doesn't even know what she's searching for but she has to get busy before her mind wanders back to Brittany looking like batwoman on a mission to save the world.
"Santana, I got Flanagan's location!" Puck shouts. Everyone turns their attention to Puck. "One of our agents in Qatar saw him arrive there. He needs back-up."
"I'm going," Santana doesn't even wait for orders. Screw Will Shuester, if she fails she fails, she has nothing to live for anymore.
From now on she decides to do things on her terms. "I want Sam and Kurt to come with me. Puck, you be my touch-base. Come on guys."
No one dares question her. When Santana wants something she gets it.
Santana hopes the men know what they're supposed to do because she's marching forwards without looking back.
"I've got the gear," Brittany fixes the ten kilo pack on her shoulder full of gun parts.
Tina has the sand jeep being readied. Sugar's got the binoculars and Quinn has the plan.
Rory Flanagan checked into the Four Seasons an hour ago. Half an hour later a group of giggling tourist girls checked in.
"He's going to the oil wells this afternoon; the dunes are wide open so we shouldn't have problems monitoring him. Sugar will go down to the bar in a few minutes and try to get the bug in his coat."
"I hope he's innocent." Brittany says of handedly. "I kind of like him."
"We'll know if by tonight. But if by chance we're wrong about the connection between Flanagan and St. James and it turns out he's the one we have to kill, then there will be no mercy."
The girls nod solemnly.
"Hey, Blaine Anderson right?" Santana shakes his hand followed by Sam and Kurt.
"I'm your man," Blaine opens the car door for them. Santana sits in the front with Blaine.
"I'll take you to the Four Seasons, that's where Flanagan is staying."
"You got us rooms?" Santana asks. She's expecting it of course, their agency isn't cheap.
Blaine just smiles and looks at the road.
They don't make much fanfare checking in even though they are the second American group of tourist today. This news by the front desk interests Santana greatly, she wonders if perhaps the other group is the Charlie's Angels.
Santana throws her things in her room, not bothering to unpack because they'll probably be gone before midnight.
Blaine filled them in on what he thinks Rory Flanagan is doing here. Tonight there will be a charity ball hosted by the oil tycoons at the Four Seasons. Somehow Rory is involved.
They're all in the boy's room sitting in different positions of comfort, except for Santana who walks back and forth deep in thought. Sam sits on a padded wicker chair while Kurt and Blaine sit on one bed.
"Well, we aren't going to sit around doing nothing till this evening. I want someone on Flanagan."
"I'll do it, Sam volunteers eager for something to do.
"Great and I'm going to check out the chicks by the pool."
Santana cocks her eyebrows when all the guys look at her funny.
"What? There's a gang of American girls here and I want to know they're here for only the sun and not for Rory Flanagan."
"Oh," The boys hide their blushing faces.
"Perverts"
Sugar spots Rory by the bar in a polo shirt and loose fitting shorts. She winks at the other three bikini clad girls basking under the spreading palm trees.
Sugar adjusts her pink triangular top one more time as she approaches Rory. She really hopes he appreciates her fresh off Paris week swimwear.
It's at that moment that Santana and Sam come down the spiral stairs to the large pool area. They definitely don't miss the action that is about to take place with their target.
Santana checks that her gun is ready even though she knows she won't be using it yet. They all agreed to be sure of no mistakes this time before they pulled out their guns.
"Can a girl get a drink around here?" Sugar leans on the bar right next to Rory. She makes sure to press her boobs together making them look bigger than they are.
"Hello there," Rory says to Sugar's chest before his eyes move up to her face. "What would you like to drink?"
"I don't know something middle-eastern. Do they grow Pineapples here?"
"You're funny," Rory leans his body in, clearly interested in this airheaded girl. "Where are you from?"
"The USA of course," Rory receives a slap on the shoulder.
"Well here, they have a specialty. Have you tried dates?"
"Smooth pick-up line. Are you asking me to tonight's dinner?" Sugar bats her eyelashes.
"I'm asking you if you've had this drink." Rory hands her the alcoholic smoothie he'd ordered.
Sugar sips it dramatically.
"That's just overdoing it now."Santana rolls her eyes from behind her newspaper. She and Sam grabbed a table close to the bar but with full view of the pool. "She could rival Rachel Berry."
"You mean the Broadway star?" Sam asks his interest peaked.
"Yes, I mean the one and only Rachel Berry who I have the misfortune of knowing."
Sam doesn't say anything after that as he turns his attention back to the flirting at the bar.
"I like it," Sugar winks up at Rory as she swirls her tongue around the straw. It seems to excite the young man.
"Well I like you,"
"Bitches, you're all welcome." Sugar sits back down on her chair, putting her sunglasses on. She throws a small wave to Rory who waves back.
Brittany turns over holding her bikini to her chest. She was enjoying the quiet of not having Sugar around for a whole ten minutes.
"What, did you get him to agree to a foursome? I doubt that was hard."
Quinn snorts, Tina rolls her eyes and Sugar just takes it as a compliment.
"I can ask him later. But we're all on the guest list for tonight's ball. And, he just got Sugar'd."
"I hope that means you successfully bugged him and didn't like put the thing in his pants."
"Wow Tina being crude, why I never."
Brittany and Tina share a glare before they both crack up. Brittany does a great Cockney accent.
"Of course," Sugar says inching closer and motioning the girls to huddle in like they're sharing a secret. "I stuck it in his neck when I almost kissed him. I didn't though; it's all about the teasing and never about the pleasing."
"Good job Sugar," Quinn says as the girls all high-five.
"Earth to Santana," Sam waves a hand in front of her eyes, something she doesn't appreciate because Brittany was just showing off a whole side boob.
"What did you say?" Santana turns her attention back to Sam.
"I said, one of those blond girls looks like the one you're after right?"
"Let me check again," Santana holds her hand out. "Uh, binoculars?"
Sam hands them over.
Santana puts them to her eyes and smirks, admiring the close up view. She's long forgotten that she's supposed to kill Brittany, she actually feels guilty for even thinking that she could.
Who could kill a goddess? Sprawled out under the sun and slightly tanned, Brittany makes her so hot, she could jump in the pool right now.
"So which one is it?" Sam disturbs her again. Seriously, she just wants him to go away and let her spend the afternoon sightseeing. The other girls aren't hard to look at either but she's got eyes for only one of them.
"Sam, where's Flanagan at now? You're supposed to be watching him, remember?" Santana finds an excuse to get rid of him.
"I think he went back inside," Sam gets up and stretches taking one last glance at the group of tourist girls. "I'll update you."
Perfect. Santana thinks as she orders a Kingfisher beer and leans back to enjoy her afternoon.
So, Santana doesn't have the heart to kill Brittany. And now she's not following orders so she doesn't have to yay!
Don't get too happy though, shit is still about to go down.
There wasn't so much action in this chapter but I put a lot of comedy. Review please?