"What is it that you need to tell me Santana?" Rachel was starting to panic. Santana had said that she needed to tell her something but it had been ten minutes now and Santana still hadn't said anything.
"Uhm...you know how I said there was something about Jasper that I didn't trust?" Santana spoke quietly as she refused to meet Rachel's eyes.
"Yeah. What about Jasper? Santana did you go after him at the dinner?! I knew you were lying when you said you weren't going to. I should have followed you." Rachel got up and began to pace around the kitchen.
"Wait. Wait. Wait. So maybe I did go after him at the dinner, but that's not the point here. You might not even yell at me when I tell you why. He's not who you think he is Rachel." Santana was on her feet as well now hoping that Rachel would calm down to at least listen to her reasoning.
"So tell me Santana who is he? Who is this person you know absolutely nothing about?" Rachel was fuming. So what if Jasper had a crush on her, nothing would ever come of it.
"He's related to the Porter's. We think someone pulled some strings to get him in the running for Puck's internship." Santana paused and waited in anticipation for Rachel's reaction.
"Who is we?" The look on Rachel's face was neutral and the fact that she was so eerily calm is what terrified Santana the most.
"Quinn and I." Santana looked sheepish, almost like she probably shouldn't have said anything in the first place. "Listen, I know you're angry that we went behind your back when you told me to just trust you, but this is the only time I have ever done anything like this and I am not sorry. We found out that Jasper is the cousin of Marcus and all of them. He's here for some reason, we just don't know what reason yet."
"How long have you known?" Rachel looked defeated like all of this really wasn't that surprising. She had had her own reservations about Jasper, so she can't really be that mad at Santana for actually following through with hers.
"Since we came back from the city. Quinn told me that night, that's what were actually talking about. Not some article." Santana sighed as she sat back down on her stool. It felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
"You've known for this long!?" Rachel really wanted to be really mad, but what use what that going to do. It honestly did explain something odd that she had noticed at the studio. "That's why Quinn has been hanging around all week when Jasper was around, isn't it? After her and Puck mentioned Jasper's crush at the dinner, I just assumed she was hanging around to stop him from making a move on me or something. She was hanging around to try and figure him out." Rachel was nodding to herself as she put the puzzle pieces together in her head.
"Are you super mad at me?" Santana asked without looking up.
Rachel smiled at the softness of Santana's voice. "I want to be because you didn't trust me and you went behind my back. But I get why you done it. I have to ask did you go after him at the dinner because of this or because of his crush on me?"
"Both?" Santana smirked a little. She really was a protective force to reckon with.
"Are you and Quinn the only two who know about this?" Rachel asked as she stepped closer to Santana, pushing her knees apart so she could stand as close as possible.
"As far as I know. Because, I am pretty sure that if she told Puck he would kick him off the internship."
"Would that be such a bad thing though? I mean it keeps him away from me." Rachel wrapped her arms around Santana's neck.
Santana bobbed her head back and forth. "It wouldn't be a bad thing, but if he is here then we can keep an eye on him. You know? What if he loses the internship and it sets him off and he tries something? I don't want you getting hurt."
"But what if his intentions are to eventually hurt someone anyway?" This was really starting to make her more nervous by the second.
"That's part of the reason I went after him. Threaten him until he talked and tell him that he better get rid of his crush on you." That had been the plan at least until he decided to run off on her. "He may mention me chasing him to you tomorrow if you go in to the studio."
"What am I supposed to do? I have to work with him. How can I calmly work with him knowing he may have ill intentions or that he is here to stalk..oh. He is here to stalk us. That's why he showed up at that sushi place when me and Dad went out."
"What are you talking about? Why am I just now hearing about this?" Santana was a just a little angry now. She knew that there was a chance Jasper was stalking them and she hadn't said anything?
Rachel sighed as she rested her head on Santana's chest. "I didn't think much of it. He came into the sushi place in St. Lawrence and said hi to me and Dad. He said he was there for lunch and he had lied to Puck about where he was going. I just thought he was an idiot intern kid who was trying to push the limits and test his boundaries. He left in a panic when he thought I was going to call Puck on him. And you know, come to think of it...the morning he ran into you at the diner, he should have been at work then."
"If he is a stalker, he really is a bad one." Santana chuckled to her self. "Anybody knows that the first rule of being a good stalker is to not be seen. I think we know where he is more than he knows were we are."
"So what are we going to do about him? I know I want the security upped around the cabin again because what if he tries to bug it or something?" Rachel looked around where she was standing, what if the cabin was already bugged?
"Stop looking for camera's and microphones. The cabin is not bugged. There's no way he could have gotten in here. Duncan and some of his guys are still doing checks every night, the security camera's would have alerted whoever was at the gate had someone been prowling around on the property. They tag everything that comes into frame and we would have gotten phone alerts had the system been tampered with. We're good, I promise. Plus there's really no good spots to hide anything like that in here anyway without drilling some holes and I would have noticed if anything like that had been done." Santana rested her hands on Rachel's hips, you could call Jasper a stalker, but Santana really just thought he was there to keep an eye on them, not really watch their every single move.
"That still didn't answer my question about what we are going to do about him?"
"We aren't going to do anything other than keep an eye on him. If he's reporting back to his uncle then he really has nothing to report. We need to find out what he is doing here first before we come up with a plan. If he asks you about me chasing him, tell him it was about the crush, laugh it off as me being a jealous fiancee. He has to think we don't know anything. Just be careful around him." Rachel got the idea. This was something that they had to tread carefully with. She could handle Jasper if he tried anything, hopefully he wouldn't though. At least not before they figured out what he was doing here. Maybe...Rachel thought to herself...maybe she could get some answers out of him.
Conner heard the scuffle way before the men even reached his cell. He knew that voice and he knew it well. What in the hell was his father doing here in the jail of all places?
"Unhand me this instant you buffoon! I will have your job for this! I will sue you and take every last damn penny that you have to your name. I have done nothing wrong, I didn't know he was at the beach house. I don't even know that man!" Charles Porter grunted as he tried to pull away from the officer that had him restrained.
"Sir, if you jerk like that again you are going to hurt yourself. There's nothing that can be done today, the judge doesn't come back until Monday. But hey at least you get to spend the weekend with your son!" The officer was being overly cheery for the hell of it. Charles Porter had been making a scene since he and Robert Adkins were brought in about an hour and a half ago. They had been disturbing everyone and the whole jail knew that if they didn't shut up they were going to rial everyone up.
Conner watched with wide eyes as the officer leading his father stepped to the side so that he could unlock the cell door. He was utterly speechless, his father was the last person that he ever thought he would see in here. Charles looked at his son with utter disgust. This was his fault, if he and his brother's had done everything right the first time around this wouldn't be happening. There would be no reason for Ronald to be here, there would be no reason for him to be here. Now, he was in jail, Ronald was in jail, the other boys were on complete lock down and Jasper was basically flying solo with no one to give him instructions. This was supposed to be over three years ago, but now there were others in the mix that had to be taken down too. The whole damn thing had been blown way out of proportion.
"Step in, remain facing the wall and when I tell you, step back and place your hands in the slot so I can undo your cuffs." The officer spoke in a bored tone. Charles had done a complete one-eighty after seeing his son, which could be a good thing or bad thing. He would have to hang around and make sure that Charles didn't beat the hell out of him or anything. Charles done what he was told, there was no use in trying to fight it anymore at least not in front of the officer. The only thing that would get him would be a trip to the hole and he actually needed to be able to talk to Conner.
"Dad..what is going on? What happened?" Conner finally found the courage to ask when his father sat down on the bunk opposite to his and the officer had walked away. The silence has been deafening.
"Ronald got careless and someone seen him in the window of the beach house. They called the police and tada here we are." Charles held up his hands and gestured around the cell.
Okay, well that explained one thing but not really anything else. "But why are you here? They don't believe you didn't know he was there or something?"
"I was there are the house when the police showed up. They're trying to charge me with harboring a known fugitive. They also found the back pack that you dropped in the airport when you got here. So they have reason to believe we helped you escape." Wow...they really had gotten careless. So Ronald was the one who had definitely picked up the back pack, he must have gotten on a different flight at a different airport if he beat Conner to LA. It wasn't an outlandish thought since Ronald had gotten the hell out of dodge right after he had helped Conner leave the hospital.
"What are we going to do now?" Conner wasn't sure if he was prepared for an actual answer or not.
"Well, there's nothing we can do until we get out of here. You should be going back to New York soon, probably Monday morning. I will have figured something out by then. It's time I take matters into my own hands instead of giving you idiots any responsibility." Charles scooted back to lay down on the bunk, he needed to think without any interruptions.