Conner Porter lay stretched out on his cot in the Los Angeles County Jail, he was so ready to head back to New York. At least there he had his own cell and he didn't have to assert his authority every time some one new came in. He enjoyed being on his own and having yard time, this was supposed to be his chance to get out from underneath his brother's thumbs. But look were he was, right back were all of his problems started. The police here and that one chief from New York kept asking him questions like he knew everything that was going on.
Honestly, everything that he had told them thus far was completely true. He had received letters and kites from his brothers who had been sending letters to Ronald Adkins at the hospital. When the time was right he was to swallow some nuts or little screws that he could find and go to the hospital were the doctor was waiting for him. After Ronald got him out of the hospital he had to go get the back pack from his apartment and then make his way to the airport. He didn't even know what was in it, his plane ticket had been in the front pocket and the back pack had been cleared through security. When he got off the plane, he was to drop the back pack in the airport and the rest would take care of itself. Conner really had no idea who was supposed to pick up the back pack. He just assumed it was another person that had somehow got tied into this whole mess. He really had intentions of going to see his dad but that stupid taxi driver had to stop and now Conner was here. At least he had came with them willingly, maybe getting arrested would cut communication off from everyone around him. So far it wasn't working.
There was no doubt in his mind that as soon as he was indicted back to New York he would be going into solitary confinement. No visits, no mail, one hour of yard or exercise room time and a five minute shower. Some people can't handle being alone like that, but Conner welcomed the solitude. Now he just had to say the right things to get back to New York. He wanted to be done with this whole mess, but when your family was determined to destroy another man's family what were you to do when you weren't a nark?
"Santana are you ready to go? Do you have everything?" Rachel asked as she whisked around Santana's hospital room making sure that she had grabbed everything that they had brought with them. Obviously they had ended up in the hospital Friday night. Santana had felt well enough to eat a half a sandwich and some wheat thins but sadly it didn't stay down long. After her second round of Pedialyte had came back up, Rachel made the decision that Santana was going to the hospital whether she wanted to or not.
Three hours in the ER waiting room was enough to send Santana almost walking or really crawling out of the door, no one had even looked their way yet. When the doctor had finally showed up, Santana was admitted and started on IV's right away. She was severely dehydrated and everything they gave her to sip on came right back up. It wasn't until they gave her a dose of Emetrol that things began to settle. After sleeping through breakfast Saturday morning, lunch had went well and dinner had went even better. Now it was Sunday morning and Santana had successfully kept her breakfast down and had definitely regained some of her energy. She still wasn't driving back home though. That was an easy win for Rachel since Santana didn't want to risk possibly vomiting in her jeep. She hadn't vomited since about five Saturday morning, but her body was still weak and even if she wasn't nauseous anymore, her stomach ached from the throwing up.
"Uh, yeah I got everything. I need help though." Santana glanced around her position on the bed. It felt so good to finally be out of that hospital gown and into something at least semi-normal even if it was joggers and a baggy t-shirt. They were leaving with way more clothes than they had brought with them. Rachel had had to go out on a mini-shopping spree considering their one night stay in the city had turned into four. There was no way that Santana was going to be putting on jeans today or tomorrow for that matter and she only liked fancy dresses so traveling in one was a no go.
Rachel looked up from the duffle bag that was zipping. "What do you need help with babe?"
"My socks." Santana mumbled. Really she wasn't trying to act like a child, it was just her stomach hadn't hurt this bad since she had broken her ribs.
"What happened to the other ones that the hospital gave you?" Rachel asked as she stepped around the bed to help her overgrown child of a fiancee.
"They have those treads on them and they were too big." Santana whined, she was recovering from a serious case of the stomach flu or food poisoning, there was no need to be mean. She had failed to tell everyone that she had ate a vending machine pita pocket at the rest stop. It was a momentary laps in judgement and she didn't need everyone mocking her for it.
"Can you handle your shoes or do I need to put them on for you too?" Rachel asked innocently as she reached for one of Santana's sneakers.
"I can do it, they just slip on anyway."
"Because you refuse to tie them properly." Rachel spoke to herself under her breath, or so she thought.
"They look cooler this way!" Santana stuck both of her feet up in the air as if that was going to prove her point.
Rachel grabbed the duffle bag and rolled her eyes. Considering Santana refused a wheelchair, Rachel walked over and looped one arm under Santana's to help her into a standing position. She paused to make sure Santana wasn't going to you know hit the floor or something before they made their way to room door.
"Do you think I would make a cool hip hop dancer?" Santana asked as she looked down at her outfit.
"What kind of question is that?" Rachel asked confused. Was Santana thinking of switching careers all of a sudden or something?
"This is what dancers wear most of the time. I know Mike does at least."
"Baby, you would make a great hip hop dancer. Don't go hip hopping anything right now though, you need to save your energy." Rachel chuckled to herself, sometime she had jokes.
"I don't plan on it. Let's go home and get our fur babies. I'm sure Puck and Quinn are ready to give them away by now." Santana chuckled at the thought of Quinn ready to pull her hair out. Then she grimaced because ow, that really did hurt.
When Rachel and Santana pulled up outside of Puck and Quinn's cabin it was roughly half past seven. They had called and let them know that they were on their way and Rachel would run in and grab the fur babies. There was no reason to get Santana out of the car and then wait for her to struggle to get back in when they were so close to home.
"I will be right back, they might all come out and see you though, so please be nice." Rachel pouted as she looked at Santana with earnest eyes. She was tired and she didn't need her and Quinn to start bickering over probably nothing.
"I swear I will behave, I don't have any fight in me tonight." Santana smiled honestly.
Before Rachel could get out of the car, Quinn came out of the cabin as fast as a five month pregnant woman could go. She smiled at Rachel and told her that Beth was gathering the rest of the dogs things and that Puck was wrapping up some dinner for them. Santana rolled down her window as Quinn got closer.
"How are you feeling?" Quinn asked as she came to a stop at least an arms length away from the window. She wasn't going to risk getting sick.
"I'm feeling a hundred percent better, but I still have to take it easy for a few days." Santana rested her chin on her fist that was propped up on the window seal. She noticed some papers sticking out from behind Quinn's arm where it was resting around her stomach. Santana furrowed her eyebrows. "What's that?" She nodded towards the papers in Quinn's hand.
Quinn flexed her hand scrunching up the papers. So maybe she had looked up Jasper's family tree, it technically wasn't illegal. She glanced back over her shoulder to make sure that no one was coming out yet. "I figured out exactly who Jasper McNeal is related to and why he seems a bit sketchy."
Santana's eyes began to bulge. "Who is it? I was going to do that but I hadn't found a good portion of alone time yet."
"Charles Porter is his uncle." Quinn stepped forward a bit to hand the papers to Santana so that she could see for herself.
"Does anyone else know about this?" Santana asked as she looked around Quinn's shoulder and saw Rachel coming out followed by Beth and Puck. She quickly folded the pieces of paper and tucked them down into her pocket.
"Of course not. I was going to call Sue, but she can't do anything while in California. We're going to be keeping a closer eye on him. It could be a coincidence and then again it might not be."
"This is not a coincidence Quinn. He was sent here by Charles or Marcus or any of them. He's planning something. I know he is involved somehow." Santana gritted her teeth. This was a set up, she could feel it.
"What are you two talking about?" Rachel asked as she stopped beside Quinn to open the back passenger door so that she could strap the dogs into their harnesses.
"Nothing, just some article I read that I was telling Santana about." Quinn and Santana plastered on their best fake smiles.
Rachel eyed them both warily. "If you say so..." She trailed off looking unsure.
"Whatever you made for dinner smells amazing." Santana changed the subject, she could come up with a fake article story to tell Rachel when they got home.
"Chicken and chorizo rice with some grilled asparagus." Puck passed off the containers of food that he was holding through the window to Santana. "You think you can handle that?" He asked with an eyebrow raised, he didn't want to be responsible for sending Santana on another spewing session.
"Yeah, I'm really starting to get my appetite back and I'm just sore at the moment, not nauseous or anything." Rachel was going to have to hurry, she would start drooling soon.
"Good...don't uh, don't scare us like that again." Puck nodded his head like he was trying to not get choked up and pulled Beth into his side. The thought of Santana being in the hospital had sent him back to when he almost lost her after the car accident. It was only the stomach virus, but the fact that he was here and she was there and he couldn't get to her was the worst part. He had a daughter, a pregnant wife and two dogs to take care of, Santana would have just gotten upset if he had showed up. She had Rachel to take care of her and there was no way she would have let Puck just drop everything. There was no shaking that stubborn gene out of her.
"I'll try not to. I'm ready to go home and thank you so much for taking care of my babies." Santana turned around in her seat a little bit so that Dax could reach her. Dahlia would have to wait and give welcome home loving's when they got back home themselves. "I'm sorry but no hugs or kisses from me tonight just to be on the safe side." Santana said as she turned to look at the crest fallen expression on Beth's face, she really had missed her Auntie San. Everyone else laughed as Rachel climbed back into the jeep and turned in the driveway so that she and Santana could go home and finally rest for a while. It had been a long weekend.
AngieMG, I don't think this was the first time that you have mentioned something in a review right before I post a chapter about the exact thing you mentioned. I swear I think you are somehow in my head. Lol.
I just want to say before anyone possibly says anything (I am looking at you aloof guest reviewer) Quinn is not being naive when dealing with Jasper. She is aware of the entire situation. It could honestly just be some messed up coincidence considering Puck chose his interns based solely on talent. No one had looked into Jasper's family history until now. If there was any strings pulled it definitely wasn't on Puck's part. I just wanted to get that out of the way before any theories got started.
Things are going to start moving along soon. I mean we do still have a baby to bring into the world and a wedding. Fun times are ahead.