Falling From Cloud Nine Chapter 6
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*chapter6*
Finn stared at the blonde beauty before him. She was gorgeous! She had these big brown eyes that reminded him of someone else…Rachel…No. He couldn't think of her, not now that she was kicked off the case!
Finn cleared his head just in time to reach out to Quinn's pro-offered hand. "I'm Finn Hudson!"
Quinn laughed, letting go of his hand. "Well, you already know who I am, so hopefully I don't have to re-introduce myself again! So, do you want to get a bite to eat at the café own the street?"
Finn gaped. This girl had a lot of confidence. "Sure! Just let me text my partner and tell her I'm busy."
Quinn's carefully plucked eyebrow raised up. "Your partner still keeps in contact with you? I thought she got kicked off the case because she was a druggie," Quinn snickered. "One word, DES-PERATE." Quinn made the three-syllable word sound like two. Finn cringed. He did not want to work with a girl who was mean. He had had enough of mean girls to last his lifetime.
"No, she texted me right before you got here, and I ignored it because I didn't want to seem rude on our first meeting!"
"Well, we're still meeting, so why don't you put the phone away for now and concentrate on the real thing?" Quinn lowered his raised hand, trying to get him to put the phone away.
Finn reluctantly put the phone away, unwilling to fight with her. "So, Quinn, where do you want to eat?"
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"Dude, this girl is insane!" Finn whispered in the phone. He was currently hiding out in the men's bathroom, unwilling to face the monster from Blonde Lagoon. Puck chortled on the other line.
"Having fun in New York, Hudson?"
"Hell to the no, man."
"Now you're starting to sound like Mercedes."
"So what? Is that necessarily a bad thing?"
"Yeah. You're channeling your inner girl-on-her-period."
"Mother-" Finn's reply was cut short when his phone vibrated in his hand, a new text message beeping on the screen.
*You hiding from me, Hudson? Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of…Yet(;*
"Hold on… Quinn just texted. She asked me if I was hiding from her with a winky face at the end. Dude…Help." Finn's voice turned to sheer desperation at the end.
Puck just laughed into the phone. "It's all you, man, Although, I always thought it would be me calling you for help for restraining a crazy bitch, but it's ironic that you're the one asking for help."
"Jerk. Anyway, you're not that hot."
"Want me to call Kurt and ask him who's hotter?" Puck laughed.
"If it deflates your ego, then yes, yes I would."
"Whatever. Have fun facing the she-devil, I got to go man."
After saying his goodbyes to Puck, Finn hung up and ran his hands through his hair. What had he gotten himself into?
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Rachel groaned as the call went straight to voicemail. 'He's probably screwing her right now, I wouldn't say I'm surprised,' Rachel grumbled. She went to her room, and started cleaning out the room, picking clothes up from her alcohol-inducted sleepwalking. She came across one particular article of clothing that made her give it a second look. It was a red men's shirt, and she was pretty sure she didn't have any men's clothing in her wardrobe.
"Hey Kurt? Can you come here for a second? I want you to check this out," Rachel called, sticking her head out the doorway. Kurt came, eyes bleary from last night.
"Have you ever seen this before?" Rachel questioned Kurt, who shook his head. Kurt narrowed his eyes, really looking over it. "That's not mine, and that's not Blaine's. We would never wear that type of fabric," Kurt muttered.
Rachel looked perplexed. "Then who's is it? Did anyone come over last night?" Kurt shook his head, suspicious.
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After he finished hanging out with Quinn, Finn headed on his way home, checking his text messages as he walked to the small apartment he rented for now. It was fairly nice as far as apartments went.
*7 missed calls from Rachel Berry*
Finn's' heart skipped a beat as he looked at his phone. Seven missed calls. What could Rachel have to say that was so important?
He dialed Rachel's number, not expecting her to answer since it was 10:00. "Hello? Is this Finn?" Rachel answered the phone.
"Hi, yeah. I just finished meeting Quinn for the first time. Can't say it was a pleasure," he joked. Rachel on the other line was deadly silent.
"Rachel? Is there something wrong?" he asked.
Rachel was about to say 'everything,' but then decided on a less personal answer. "No, everything's alright. I just wanted to call up for a favor…"
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"So, in short terms, you want me to secretly give you information about the case and work with you?" Finn summed it all up.
Rachel nodded, then realized Finn couldn't see her. "Yeah, that's about right. Hey, have the drug people called yet and said what the needles were?"
Finn furrowed his brow. "Rachel, they never said anything about needles yet. To me, that is. Do you want me to give them a call?"
Rachel answered positive, so Finn hung up and dialed the forensics team.
"Hello, I'm Finn Hudson. I was calling to ask about a bag of needles that was sent in a few days ago?" Finn talked to the operator. "Hello, Mr. Hudson. My name is Tina, and no there haven't been any reports of needles in the lab." Finn thanked her and hung up. If the needles weren't' in the lab, where would they be? Finn distinctly remembered that Brody had them. Maybe he threw them out?
Finn dialed Rachel's number again, and waited for her to answer. No answer. She must've gone to bed, Finn concluded.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Rachel was nosing around in a new lead she had gotten. She decided not to tell anyone that she had a lead, because she would defiantly get suspended from the team. She wasn't suspended from the police work, only the case. So she could look around, right?
Rachel walked in Central Park, feeling the cool breeze of the night. Kurt was back at the apartment, waiting for her to return form the 'store.' Rachel had gotten a call from a woman, who said she had found a bag of needles laying on the ground in Central Park. The woman didn't know Rachel was held off the case.
Rachel approached the area where the woman had directed her to go, and strangely enough no one else was around. That was strange. Normally there would be at least some people walking around!
She took her gun out of her thigh holster and crept around, looking for the so -called bag of needles.
Rachel noticed a small trail of blood, small enough that the untrained eye wouldn't catch it. She followed the trail and let out a tiny gasp.
She had found the needles, and much more.
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