Quinn woke up covered in a sheet, she looked to her left for her wife only to see an empty bed. She sat up and looked around did Rachel leave? After all, we went through last night she just left. Quinn put her head in her hands and sighed then she heard footsteps up the stairs.

"Hiya beautiful," Rachel said smiling. Quinn couldn't help smiling.

"Hiya back," they kissed and Rachel offered her a broken glass of orange juice.

"We kind of destroyed everything this was the best I could do." The brunette said smiling shyly. Quinn smiled and kissed her gently the sheet falling off a little to reveal her breast. She moaned softly as Rachel ran her hands over her chest.

"We don't have time for this," Quinn hummed as Rachel straddled her and reached under the sheets.

"You," kiss "have a mean right hook." Rachel laughed against Quinn's lips rubbing her shaft gently. Then grabbing it and twisting causing Quinn's hips to jump.

"You aren't that bad of a shooter," Quinn ran her hands under Rachel's shirt. "You almost got me actually."

"Did I?"

"Well yes but it was only because I couldn't see you," Quinn nipped Rachel's bottom lip.

Rachel pulled away suddenly, "do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Quinn asked as she kissed Rachel's neck.

Rachel got off Quinn despite the blonde's protesting lips and went to the window.

"Quinn get dressed! We've gotta get outta here!" Rachel exclaimed as she threw on pants and one of Quinn's black t-shirts.

Quinn's eyes widened, "they gave me 48 hours how long did they give you?" She asked as she slipped into a pair of boxers.

"Same" Rachel was struggling to tie her shoes. Quinn reached down and tied them for her smiling up at her wife.

Rachel pressed a quick kiss to Quinn's lips before she pulled away grabbing her keys. They snuck down the stairs only to hear glass shattering and a smoke bomb went off. Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand and pulled her into the garage. The blonde went over to a corner and pulled out a box of guns. She pulled out a few grenades and two small handguns. And one pistol. She handed Rachel one of the smaller guns.

"Why do I have to get the smaller one? Is it because I'm smaller?"

"No? What? I just handed you a gun," Quinn said shrugging.

"I don't want the smaller gun," Rachel whispered harshly.

"What seriously?" Quinn asked looking at Rachel angrily.

"Yes give me the bigger gun." Quinn stared at her, "look we don't have much time give me the gun now!"

Quinn roller her eyes "fine!" She handed Rachel the larger gun.

"Ready?" Rachel asked as she stood opposite Quinn at the automatic garage door.

Quinn nodded, "when I open the door..."

Rachel opened the door and immediately threw a grenade knocking two assailants out. Quinn hurried behind her shooting down the other two coming in from the sides. Rachel's car was nowhere to be seen so Quinn took off in the direction of the Lopez's house. Rachel followed shooting three more assailants. Once they were in the garage Quinn started to hot wire the minivan.

"This bitch has had my vintage camera set for months." Quinn grumbled as she played with the wires.

"I wasn't really captain of the volleyball team in high school I was captain of the glee club!" Rachel blurted out.

Quinn looked up after the car started, "really? I suppose that makes sense seeing as you have no athletic ability."

"Hey!"

"I never went to UCLA," Quinn muttered as they tore out of the garage.

"Aw what? I really liked that about you!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Sorry I went to UC San Diego to for engineering but photography was always my biggest passion."

Quinn ran over a younger looking spy and took his gun ha now we both have big guns! She thought to herself.

"Fuckers get younger every year," she chuckled as she ran over the body. "Speed bump."

"Ten points," Rachel laughed as they sped away.