Some people were saying Brittany isn't showing as much feeling as Santana. I re-read my last two chapters and I thought it was pretty clear Brittany was just as torn.

Anyways, new chapter! I am slowly getting to that scene everyone is looking forward to LOL!

Thank you for the reviews!

Chapter 10

"What's the emergency?"

Brittany ran as best she could with five inch pumps sending painful jolts through her calves. Quinn's voice was urgent, telling Brittany to meet the rest of the girls behind the kitchen.

She rounded the corner and there, by the trashcans were three girls huddled over a body.

"Brittany," Quinn sighed with relief now that they were all together.

"What happened to him?" Brittany pointed to the still body of Rory Flanagan. "Is he…"

"No, he's drugged and has a bullet in his abdomen among other places, but that's the worst."

"We have to take him somewhere safe and clean his wounds." Sugar turned her concerned face towards Brittany, hoping someone would do something before Rory dies of infection.

"Where's our escape vehicle?" Brittany scanned the dark alley-way with only a small light shed from the streetlamp on the main road. "We have to get going girls; whoever did this is probably on our trails now."

Tina got the hint. She rose off her knees, and told everyone to stay put while she fetches the car.

"I want the whole story,"

Santana was not in a good mood. She already knew her boys messed up. All she asked for was Flanagan dead and three men couldn't follow her orders.

The three guys eyed each other, pleading for the others to open their mouths.

"Fuck it! What do I have to do to fix the shit you made?"

Santana didn't care about keeping her voice down. This would be the final time they fail her. She's going to personally see to it that the trouble maker of a boy they'd been trying to kill for days was finally sent to his grave; even if it meant fighting over his body with Brittany.

"So no one is going to tell me?"

Kurt finally stepped forward, swallowing a large gulp of air and hoped it wasn't his last.

"We were watching him. The plan was to wait till he left for the men's room then we'd kill him easily and dispose his body in a dumpster. But someone got him first…the ladies…in Vera Wong gowns, her new Spring Maiden collection…"

"Not now Kurt," Blaine had the audacity to whisper before sinking back into the background.

Kurt gave a nervous smile, apologizing for using up more of Santana's low patience. "They were getting away with Flanagan. I guess they drugged him. So we followed them to the back of the kitchen area and started shooting."

Santana's heart jumped when she heard the words.

"Did you get any of the women?" she asked through gritted teeth. If they shot Brittany, she might have to kill one of them.

"No, we hit the body a few times I think. They were moving fast and were very organized; they knew what they were doing. I don't think they are ordinary women."

"Obviously," Santana rolled her eyes. "So where are they now?"

"Hiding somewhere out back." Sam had the courage to speak now that the story of their failure was out.

"Why didn't you follow them? How are we supposed to find them now?"

The irritation in Santana's voice made the men fidget.

"There's nowhere to go but the main street, we can try to block their way of escape."

Santana took in the knowledge, and made up her mind.

They had to move now if they wanted to catch the group of women, Santana knew that much. She didn't really have a plan though.

On one hand she needed back-up just in case Brittany actually meant what she said and would try to kill her. Yet, she didn't want the boys interfering.

"Did you guys contact Puck and update him on our status?"

Three heads shook simultaneously.

"Okay then, two of you get on that and pack our stuff."

Kurt and Blaine immediately scurried off.

"Guys…" Sam's voice trailed off. Too late.

He turned to face Santana sheepishly. "Umm, great..how can I help?"

"Follow me and don't do anything unless I'm in danger or I tell you to."

"Got it," Sam nodded and walked a step behind Santana as she made her way to the kitchen.

Brittany was sitting in the back seat of the Chevrolet with Quinn. The still body was squished between them.

They're on a tight schedule to get Rory out of the country before anyone could notice.

"How did your talk go?" Quinn broke the silence.

"Not good, she's not backing down."

"So I suppose we'll be seeing more of her." Quinn stated as a fact. Brittany only offers a nod.

"I don't understand why she's such a block head. Why does she want me to hurt her?"

Quinn doesn't have an answer but she kind of knows. Santana's one of those people who cannot be moved when determined to do something. And for some reason, she's determined to kill Rory Flanagan.

"Why didn't you ask her? You were supposed to get her to stop following us."

"And now it's my fault." Brittany scoffed, her voice splintered.

She cleared her throat to hide it. "She doesn't listen, she never has. Before, we'd always fight about the little things like folding the dish towels or stacking the magazines by month. She never did do those things."

"I'm sorry Brittany," Quinn took her hand, her eyes glimmer with hope that Brittany will take her apology. "It's not your fault, she's making this so much more difficult for us then it should be and I'm mad at her."

Brittany nodded. "I didn't mind her not doing those things you know? I should have, but I wasn't. It was like, every time I had to nag her about doing something she would come up with an excuse why she shouldn't have to. And then I'd just start doing them for her, then she'd give this cute growl, throw her hands up and help me. Things were simple, they were perfect…I loved that she'd do things because she wanted to and not because I asked."

Quinn could see the sad smile on Brittany's face as she remembered all the things she shared with Santana in her past life. The time when Brittany would dry the dishes and Santana would flick water on them afterwards to get a raise and then a little loving out of her. There were times when Santana wouldn't arrange her shoes when she got home, only to watch Brittany bend over and do it. When Brittany got back up Santana would be waiting for her with a kiss and a word of appreciation for her ass.

Deep inside, Brittany wished they could go back to being just Brittany and Santana Lopez.

Brittany was brought out of her thoughts when the car lurched forward and back again.

"Tina, what is wrong with you?" Quinn cradled her head, smashed against the glass window.

"There's a woman with a gun blocking the road is what's wrong."

Santana stood there, feet firm and heart racing.

The car was coming at her, lights blinding her eyes. In two feet if the car didn't stop, she would shoot the driver and jump out of the way.

"5…4…3…2.." She let her breath out before reaching one. The car had stopped.

She remained in her stance, fingers ready to fire at a moment's notice.

"Give me the hostage," she shouted with a strong steady voice.

A door opened and one person came out gun pointed at her.

Santana had an inkling things were not going to be as easy as she'd hoped. Before she knew it, four guns were aimed in her direction.

"Get out of the way," The Asian girl shouted.

"No, I need Rory Flanagan." Santana's voice began to waver but she did not let down her guard.

It seemed like they'd be there for a long time, nobody moving a muscle. From the corner of her eye she could see Sam raising his gun aiming for Brittany.

She had to stop him without giving him away.

"How about a negotiation?" She croaked.

"We're not going to stand here and talk, get out of the way." This time it was Quinn.

Santana felt her grip sliding fast. There was no way she and Sam could out gun four trained agents.

"I'll talk to her," Brittany spoke through the thick tension. She got a nod from Quinn.

"Lower your guns," Quinn commanded; eyes still locked on Santana making sure Santana knew the order was for her as well.

Brittany stepped forward into the flood of light, gun pocketed. Santana pockets her gun as well eying the other girls as they do the same. For a split second, she looks to Sam who hasn't changed position.

"You have to let us go," Brittany said to Santana, not with wrath but with a hint of desperation.

"Why? What do you want with Rory Flanagan?" Santana replied stiffly. Brittany's body in close approximation is not helping her speak easier.

"Information." Brittany sighed, "Look it's clear we're both on a mission to kill whoever is behind a certain message and neither of us is making much progress because the other is constantly getting in the way."

Santana nodded in agreement but waited for Brittany's to continue.

"I'll make you a deal."

"What deal?"

"If after questioning, Flanagan is guilty…we'll kill him."

There was a pause as Santana thought it over. It's a good deal but she didn't want to give in too easily.

"And if he isn't guilty, you let him go?"

"Yes."

"I can't have that." Santana shook her head. If Rory Flanagan wasn't dead then she would be.

"Why?" Brittany's blue eyes stung her.

Because then I'll die before we have a chance to make things right.

"Because, my mission was to kill him by Saturday night and as you well know, that deadline is just about expired."

"Who are you working for? And why do they want him dead?" Brittany cocked an eyebrow and folded her hands over her chest. Her body language was more relaxed as if this was an ordinary night and the two of them were having a regular couples quarrel.

"I'm an assassin; I thought you knew that much Brittany."

It hurt Brittany that Santana had alluded to her not so clever ways. She knew she was smart at a lot of things but some simple things just slipped her mind.

"I'm not dumb Santana, I know that." Her voice hardened.

"Then you should also know that I could be paid by anyone on the planet to do my job. I don't have a motive to kill so that answers your second question; I just do it."

Well, this time I do have a motive. To finally catch a break, Santana thought to herself.

Brittany shifted on her feet uncomfortably, knowing her whole team was waiting with bated breath for the results of their 'negotiation'.

"Well, my mission is to protect him till we know he's guilty. Hence, what I told you. If he is guilty then we'll kill him."

"Knowing how you are, you'll probably let him go." Santana said quietly, "you couldn't stand killing anyone."

"Excuse me?" Brittany heated up, Santana had insulted her intelligence and her ability to do her job all in one night. "Do you not trust my judgment? Do you not think I can't kill you right now with my bare hands?"

"Everyone knows you couldn't even hurt a puppy Brittany," It wasn't what Santana meant to say, but it came out on its own. "And this is not about your judgment. I don't trust you with him."

Santana meant she didn't trust Brittany in the same room as the person she was going to kill, he could be dangerous, but again it came out wrong.

"Maybe that was our problem all along!" Brittany shouted.

An audible groan came from the other three girls.

"Our problem was that we got married…!"

"Is that so?" Brittany cut Santana off.

The quarrel had intensified to a whole other level.

Brittany stepped forward, towering over Santana. Her eyes were coals of fire.

"I guess you're right then. If I had known, I wouldn't have married you." The force which she said the words caused some spit to land on Santana's face.

Santana pushed Brittany away but the taller girl grabbed her hands.

They struggled with each other for some time. Santana pushing and Brittany not willing to let go.

Then there was a gasp behind Brittany.

Sugar covered her mouth in horror.

It was Sam. He had stepped out of the shadows and walked straight to Brittany, holding the gun to her head.

"Let her go," He demanded. Before Santana or Brittany could do anything, the gun was knocked out of his hand.

He turned; surprised to see the mean growl Quinn was giving him. "You better leave them alone." He thought of fighting Quinn, but she held his gun to his stomach.

Sam backed away as did Quinn.

"Look, we're wasting time here." Brittany held Santana's attention again. "Get out of the way or I'll tell my friend to run you over."

With that both Brittany and Quinn held their guns up and retreated back to the car.

Three doors slammed at once but Brittany threw one more glance over to Santana.

"You must be happy now that you decided to break up with me." Santana shouted, knowing Brittany would wait to hear the end of what she had to say. "You want that, fine, you can come pick up your stuff in the front yard!"

Brittany smashed the door shut.

"Damn it Tina, send her to hell."

Tina put the car to full throttle; they sped at Santana and Sam who moved out of the way at the last second.

On the airplane the girls sat solemnly, no one willing to address the elephant in the room.

It was getting awkward, each girl sipping their drink and trying not to make more than small talk. It ended finally when Rory Flanagan started to come to.

"Time to work," Tina bounced up and dragged a chair towards their bound captive.

She was the first person he saw.

"Where am I?" Rory moved his arms to try and rub his eyes but found that he couldn't. "Why am I tied up?"

Tina smiled.

Brittany had told Tina to be ruthless. They may have been protecting him till they could get answers but Rory was by no means precious property.

In the back of her mind, Brittany started to believe that maybe Rory wasn't innocent. She hoped he wasn't so that they could kill him with a clear conscious and then one step of her problem with Santana would be solved.

Well, it was like one step forward one step backwards. Santana had practically thrown her out of the house and probably wasn't in the mood to sort things out any time soon.

"You don't need to know that. All you need to know is this. You give us answers or we blow your brains, got it?"

Rory moved his head up and down but it only made him groan in pain.

"Do you know what this is?" Tina held up the note that read BG 321-Flanagan

"It has my name on it." Rory observed as if seeing the note for the first time. "I didn't write it."

"Why does it have your name on it then?"

Rory shook his head, "I don't know."

"You don't have to lie. There's no use, tell us the truth or we'll throw you out of the plane."

Tina began to inch his chair closer to the aircraft's door.

"Okay, okay" Rory shouted fearfully. "I didn't write it, someone forged my handwriting. I have no idea who…actually maybe I do... my uncle."

"Explain."

The other girls were in different states of listening in on the conversation, while Tina narrowed her eyes.

"You know, my uncle is Jesse St. James. He's always been jealous of my dad for inheriting the sheep farm. And now that our family has invested in oil, my uncle has become even more jealous…He wants to destroy my father's business."

"Sugar, you got that?" Tina said without looking behind her.

Sugar nodded from behind her notepad.

At the mention of Sugar's name Rory lifted his eyes up. "You're helping them?" His puppy dog eyes sagged, "How could you do this to me?"

Sugar was lost for words. She looked at her friends for help.

"That's none of your business," Tina snapped at him, "Now where were we?"

"Excuse me, but can I have a glass of water please? Sugar?" This time Sugar couldn't stand the look so she fetched him a glass.

She brought it to him, realizing she'd have to help him drink.

"I understand Sugar," Rory said in between gulps, "but when I get out of this maybe you'll still want to see me again?" He let Sugar lift the glass to his lips once more.

Sugar was flattered.

Rory motioned for Sugar to come closer. He whispered in her ear and made her blush.

"Alright, enough with the sappiness, it's killing the atmosphere." Tina shoved Sugar away earning a glare.

"What were you doing in Qatar?"

"Why would I tell you that?" There was a change in his voice that made everyone in the room feel uneasy.

"To help us decide that you're innocent so we can let you go."

"As if that will happen," Rory laughed loudly, no longer playing the victim. "No matter what I say, you'll kill me."

"We will for sure if you don't answer the question."

"I'm not saying anything else. I was on family business and I'm not the one you should be wasting your time with."

"It's only a waste of time if we don't get anything from you. Tell us more about your uncle."

"Why don't you just push me out of the plane?" Rory chuckled, not taking Tina's threat seriously.

The normally cool girl had had enough of him.

"Quinn, open the latch. He's useless to us now."

Tina marched away. No one caught the smile on Rory's lip as they watched Tina stomp towards the latch and open it.

The door began to open and the wind from outside knocked Rory's chair over.

"Wait Tina!" Sugar cried. Quinn made a half hearted effort to hold Tina back. Inwardly, she was glad to be rid of the brat. Brittany was glad Rory would be out of the way now.

Tina was not stopped.

With one shove, Rory Flanagan was falling, chair and all on crash course to the ground.

The girls leaned over the edge to watch him plummet to his death. But that was not what they saw.

Somehow Rory was not attached to the chair, he fell freely.

"My knife!" Sugar exclaimed, groping her pocket for the weapon that was not there.

That was not the only horrifying truth. The girls watched as a man clad in black jumped out of a flying vessel and grabbed Rory before pulling his parachute.

The vessel began to move after the floating bundle and soon enough both men were safe inside.

"He was bluffing the whole time."

Tina breathed like a dragon, not appreciating the fact that he'd fooled her into playing along with his plan.

"Now you can ring up Santana and tell her Rory is all hers." Sugar said lightly, hoping to break the tense atmosphere. "What a shame though, he was such a charmer."

"I'm sure," Brittany glared daggers at Sugar, "Charmed his way to freedom."

"Santana what the…"

"Not now Puck," Santana slurred, hitting her head against the doorframe of Pucks room.

The unsuspecting Puck dropped his joystick and scrambled to help Santana on her feet.

"Why are you here?"

Santana never came to him for advice or anything really.

"Mercedes is out of town," was Santana's simple explanation.

"I take it the mission didn't go well and you are not celebrating the death of Rory Flanagan." He murmured under her dead weight. Santana let herself be dragged before coming to her senses.

"Get off me!" She jerked her arms away. No longer having support, she fell on her butt.

Puck let out a large laugh and helped her up. "You drunken ass, come here!"

"Shut up, I need to unwind." Santana dropped her whole body down onto Pucks bed.

She had tried to go home earlier but when she saw the dark house and started imagining all of Brittany's stuff strewn across the yard, she burst into hysterics and sat down on the pavement to cry.

Santana didn't want to spend the night alone. Mercedes had gone to the Bahamas for the week, so that's how she ended up at Pucks.

"Did you go home at all?" Puck asked getting Santana one of his large T-shirts and basketball pants.

"Yes, and it was empty…just so empty. It was a house full of nothing," Santana rambled on.

Puck helped Santana sit up and handed her the clothes. "Go into the bathroom now unless you want to give me a free show that I will greatly enjoy."

"I'm your friend, why would you want to perv on me?" Santana reluctantly got up and staggered to the bathroom.

"Just go," Puck waved as he got back to his game.

"Do you think now is a good time?" Quinn sat in her car with Brittany across from the Lopez house.

"Might as well be now before she gets back. She doesn't want to see my face anyways." Brittany grumbled as she opened her door and walked to the front gate.

Quinn followed shortly.

"Hey, calm down." She caught Brittany's arm. "You don't have to do this. You can talk to her in the morning."

Brittany pulled away. "You don't get it Quinn, she doesn't want me around anymore. I don't want to come here in the morning and see all my stuff thrown out. It'll be like she threw me out and I…"

She didn't want Quinn to see her cry.

"No one wants to be thrown out Brittany." Quinn comforted her.

"I wouldn't know what to say. She hates me; I couldn't fix it if I wanted to."

Quinn pulled Brittany into a much needed hug. Rarely did Brittany cry, but she was doing so now.

"Do you want to fix it?"

Brittany didn't know, so she didn't answer. It would take so much work, and in the end they might never be the same as they were before.

"I want her back," Brittany cried, "but I don't know how we'll be able to trust each other again."

"You don't have to figure it out now okay?" Quinn said, patting Brittany's back, "You can move in with me until you work things out with Santana. Come on, you guys love each other."

Brittany smiled at that. If Quinn knew they loved each other than deep down Santana must know that Brittany still loved her.

"You okay now?" Quinn said.

"Yeah," Brittany wiped the last tears from her eyes. "Let's go."

Quinn let Brittany lead the way.

"So like how much stuff are we talking because my car isn't that big."

Brittany produced her key and approached the door, "Just my clothes and personal things. We were very particular when we decorated the house so it's perfect how it is; I wouldn't want to ruin that. I'm going to miss it."

They stood there a while on the porch before Quinn cleared her throat.

"umm Brittany?"

"Oh right," Brittany turned the doorknob, then looked at the keys in her hand, "I didn't have to use the key."

Quinn caught on immediately, "Which means Santana is home or was home and forgot to lock the house."

They locked eyes.

Preferring to be safe, Brittany and Quinn went back to the car and grabbed a gun each.

Santana was feeling a lot better after she showered. Her head was clearer and she wasn't crying anymore thank God.

She came out of the bathroom with Pucks clothes drooping off her small frame. She didn't mind though, they were comfortable.

"Looking good Lopez," Puck spared a glance before saving his game. "And good thing you're done, girls shower way too long and Puck jr. needed to go."

Santana pretended to barf. "Gross, you're worse than a girl naming your thing."

"Better than calling it thing" Puck laughed, pushing his way past Santana into the bathroom.

Not having anything better to do Santana sat on Pucks bed and observed his room. It was a very typical guy's room with posters of Pucks favorite rock bands and a giant one of Neil Diamond on the roof above the bed.

She began to fiddle with the joystick fallen helplessly off a pillow. On the screen was an action game. She paused it and began hitting some keys, that made the on-screen gun turn left and right.

Now this is a game she could play. Santana smirk to herself as she found the firing button.

She didn't know how long she was playing before sensing Puck's presence.

"Doing pretty good Lopez, just watch out for the gunman on top of that crate."

"Thanks for the warning I did not need," Santana focused on finding said gunman and shooting him down.

By the end of the level Santana had beat Pucks score.

"Damn, we should play together sometime." Puck patted Santana on the back as she handed the controller to him.

"Sorry, don't have time for games in my life." Santana said.

"What do you do with your life?"

"I do plenty of things,"

Except all of those things involved Brittany. Maybe it was time to find some other things like games to kill time and get her mind off her wife…oops…ex-wife.

"Oh hey," Puck fished something out of his pocket. "You left these in the bathroom."

Santana took the keys back from Puck without thinking anything of them until five minutes later.

"Oh, damn."

"What's wrong Lopez?"

"I forgot to lock my house!" Santana slapped herself on the forehead for being so emotionally overwhelmed.

"You want to drive back?"

Santana decided against it. "Nah, we've got burglar alarms and cameras in the house."

Puck was looking at her weird.

"What?"

"You said we,"

Santana gulped, damn slip of the tongue.

"Ummm," she thought of something else to talk about, "hey can you log onto yoursecurity dot com ? They have a channel where you can access the security cameras in your home 24/7 from any location, kind of cool actually."

"Sure,"

Puck got to the website and Santana logged in. They had to wait a little bit for the channel to stream so Santana went to get a glass of water.

She'd only gotten to open the fridge when Puck came running after her.

"Santana, there's someone stealing from your house!"

"Oh hell no!" Santana put the water down, her thirst all but forgotten.

Santana didn't bother sitting, she went straight to the screen and checked all four camera views. In the top right corner, was her bedroom and in her bedroom were two figures.

"Let's go Santana; we can get there before they're gone."

Puck was already putting on his shoes.

"No," Santana shook her head and backed up to Puck's bed.

"Why?" Puck took his shoes off and turned towards his friend who was watching the robbery taking place in her house like it was nothing.

He immediately saw the sadness on Santana's face, "Hey, what's the matter?" He wrapped an arm around her.

She leaned against him as if she had no strength left. "I kicked her out and now she's leaving for good. I didn't mean to."

She tried not to cry but with every trip in and out of the house, Santana felt pieces of her heart being ripped away.

"Who is she?" Puck whispered.

"She's…" Santana sniffled before breaking down again. "She's my wife."

Don't kill me yet! There's still more action scenes to come and things really blow up between our OTP. Of course that has to happen so they can work out their problems and you know...other stuff.