So glad you guys are liking this so far here is Chapter 1. Enjoy. And yes we will be posting updates of our others ones soon!

Mercedes had been shaking the entire drive home, her mind racing. She pulled into her driveway and stared straight ahead for a long moment before grabbing her phone and dialing 911. She had to get someone to the house because she wasn't safe there no matter what Marley felt, and she needed to get out.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Ah… umm… I… there's a man and a woman.." Mercedes started trying to gather her thoughts, but they were jumbled. "An ambulance is needed at 6743 West Chestnut…."

"Is someone hurt?"

"I… there's… yes, I don't know. Can you please just send someone?" She asked.

"What's your name? Are you hurt?"

"Just send someone, please." She said before hanging up the phone.

Mercedes sat in her car shaking and hoping like hell Marley was okay. However, she couldn't think about her too much because she was still trying to grapple with the fact that she might have just murdered a man and ran.

She pulled down the mirror and looked at herself, she looked utterly disheveled, and her makeup was completely ruined, and she saw small specks of blood on her cheek and clothes.

"What have I done?" She asked herself.

Sue Sylvester was not one for idle chat, nor was she one to be questioned. As Supervisory Agent of her Unit at Quantico, she expected the best from her entire team. You did what you were told, and in the end, she got rewarded for it, and that is how she liked it. And now that word came in that the gang unit they had been hunting down for their association with the Cartel had just put a hit on a school teacher, it didn't make sense, and she pretty much thought she was getting pranked.

So instead of wasting her time, she would send Sam Evans. He was great at what he did, but he was also in line for her job, and she didn't like it. Which meant she had to make his life a living hell. Picking up her phone, she dialed his cell. Unfortunately, he was on vacation back home, but this couldn't wait.

"Hello?" Sam answered groggily.

"Get up and get to Miami."

"Huh? What time is it?" Sam questioned, looking at his clock and shaking his head. "It's two am Sue, I'm not on the clock."

"You have five hours to report to Santana and get your assignment," Sue replied before hanging up.

Sam stared at the phone, annoyed, before looking over at the blonde in his bed and smirked. He knew he wouldn't have time to get another round in. Sue was a lot of things, but she didn't like to repeat herself, so he chose to just get a shower and leave her a note letting her know to lock up when she left.

Five hours and some minutes later, Sam found himself in the Miami office staring at Santana Lopez. The two had worked together on a few cases, and while she was hard to get along with sometimes, she got the job done.

Santana leaned back in her chair after handing Sam a file. "Forty-three days ago, Justin Tanaka was admitted to Walters Memorial, sustaining significant bodily injury. Someone took a bat to him in his home. At first Local PD thought it had to do with him being second in command for Tres' but it was later found out she was the cause." Santana said as Sam opened the file and saw the photo of Mercedes.

Sam glanced at her. "Who is she? She doesn't look like anyone who would be a part of the Cartel or the Tres'."

Santana smirked. "Because she's not. She is a fourth-grade English Teacher. Her Teaching Assistant Marley Rose is Tanaka's girlfriend. Tanaka had put his hands on Rose. Mercedes Jones, 28 years old. Graduated from the University of Miami with her Masters in Education and has been teaching for about five years. Our sources say that she arrived at his place to help Rose out, and Tanaka got rough with her.

"She called the police and was brought in. You can see the marks on her neck and body, it was self-defense, and frankly, I was impressed at the damage she did."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What does any of this have to do with me? Why am I here?"

"Three days ago, a hit was put out on the school teacher. Justin Tanaka was finally released from the hospital, and he wants revenge. You know Ken will do anything for his firstborn. I need you to protect her until we can build a case against Tanaka."

"So what? You want me to babysit this teacher? Send her to witness protection; I don't babysit grown women… well unless I'm getting something out of it." Sam replied, shaking his head.

"They don't want her dead or alive Evans, they want her tortured and killed. Look, we are working on getting her set up, but the resources just aren't there at the moment. And I don't say this often, but she's one of the good ones, taught my nephew and my whole family has nothing but great things to say about her. Plus, we aren't asking you to do this. This is beyond you; you have no choice."

"No, you nor Sue can force me to do this... I mean shit, she's clearly capable of handling herself, and who's to say she will even come with me because I'm not staying in Miami. I fucking hate it here." Sam said, looking over her file again and knowing how they would torture her based on her looks. She looked sweet and innocent; she was the ideal captive for the Tres,' and he knew it wasn't just because she was pretty. They would harm her for what she did to Justin, but he didn't want this assignment.

Santana laughed. "Let me rephrase this. This is your assignment, and you have to take it, or you can leave your badge at the door on your way out. Period!"

"Fine, tell Sue it was nice working for her," Sam said, taking his badge off and placing it on the desk. He knew they were hiding something more, and he also knew he was the best person for the job, but they were keeping him at arm's length, and he hated that.

"Just so you know, you had no return flight, and the Bureau is not putting you up or paying for your flight home if you leave. But, Sam, you were chosen for this for a reason, and if you want to walk away from the last six years of your life, then so be it, we will call up Puck. I am sure he wouldn't mind taking your place." She said, knowing how they despised each other, professionally at least.

"Ha, send Puckerman, and she will be dead in an hour. Plus, you've seen her; he's going to try to fuck her like he did his last seven assignments. I have plenty of money and can find a job in a heartbeat, so tell me the real assignment of losing your best agent."

Santana folded her arms across her chest. "She is the assignment. Do you know how long we have been trying to get at Tres'? We bring them down; we are a step closer to the Cartel. She can't testify if she is dead."

"Who set her up? Something isn't adding up. Where's her friend now?" Sam asked

"We don't know." She sighed, "We have been trying to find her, but no luck. We think they got to her. Which means Mercedes Jones is next."

Sam looked at her file again and sighed. "You will give me everything, and neither you nor Sue will interfere. Do not call me unless it is about Tanaka, and I don't mean this bitch baby Justin and you will up my pay by thirty-five percent. Where is she now… the teacher, I mean?"

Santana smirked before nodding. "She's at school; you have roughly an hour before her day is over, so use it wisely. Oh, and she's a feisty little thing, so be warned." She said, tossing him his badge.

"Feisty? This school mouse with glasses is feisty? Are we talking Canon Case feisty or McCall?" He asked, grabbing his badge back.

Santana smiled. "Both. Just be careful."

"She's five-three; I can handle her," Sam replied, rolling his eyes.

"Famous last words."

Mercedes sat at her desk, shaking her leg and looking at her watch, it was almost time to go, and she was panicking. She'd been calling Marley but never gotten a response, and she also was instructed by the police to only go home after leaving work.

She wasn't sure why they would advise that unless something terrible was about to happen, she felt like everything was setting her off and ended up making one of her students cry because she was a little snappy with her.

She stood upright before the bell rang and smiled at all her students. "Alright, everyone, be safe and have a great weekend! Remember your family tree projects are to be turned in by Monday!" She said, waving them off before she began gathering her things.

She was almost done when she heard someone clear their throat, making her turn around. "I'm sorry, I'm not doing parent meetings today. Can you come back Monday?" She asked the gentleman standing there. She went back to grab her bag, debating if she wanted to change into her tennis shoes or just go straight to her car.

"Mercedes Denise Jones?"

Mercedes froze before slowly turning around and looking at the man again. "Who's asking?" She asked, starting to reach into her desk for her letter opener.

"Don't." He warned with an almost bored expression on his face. "My name is Sam Evans, I'm an agent with the FBI, and you need to leave with me, now."

Mercedes looked at him for a moment before grabbing the opener and lunging at Sam, who quickly turned her away from him as he disarmed her.

"I don't have time for this, either come willingly or forcibly," Sam said, letting her arm go.

"Fine!" Mercedes stared at him, smoothing down her pencil skirt and slipping out of her heels. She sighed, bending down to slip into her tennis shoes, then stood up. "Forcibly it is." She yelled, hitting him with her bag catching him off balance as she ran out of her room and towards the parking lot.

Sam ran a hand over his face before slowly walking after her because she wasn't going to get too far, considering he'd blocked her car.

Mercedes ran outside and to her car, freezing when she noticed he blocked her in. "Son of a bitch."

"Done running?" Sam asked when he made it to her vehicle.

Mercedes looked at him before looking around, trying to find somewhere she could run. She figured she could start screaming but wasn't sure if that was the best idea.

"If you're thinking about screaming, I won't stop you, but you are leaving with me whether you like it or not." Sam informed, before looking at his watch, knowing they needed to hurry and make their flight.

Mercedes folded her arms across her chest. "I don't think so, hotshot."

"Hotshot? What are you, Magnum PI? Look, I have one job, and that's to get you out of Miami, and frankly, I don't care if that's with you coming willingly or me having you carry you over my shoulder.

"I am not leaving Miami. I have a job, something where I am making a difference, and the likes of you are not gonna stop me from doing that. So save your breath, move your car. I gotta go." She said, staring him down.

Sam walked closer to her before leaning down, so they were at eye level. "Mercedes Jones, are you saying you will not come willingly?" He asked, keeping his eyes trained and watching her hand movements. He learned a few things about her in a matter of minutes that they'd met and one of them was that she was quick with her tiny hands.

"That is exactly what I am saying," She said, standing tall, not that it mattered since the man towered over her.

He chuckled before nodding. "Good, I need a workout," Sam said before quickly grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder. "We have a flight to catch, and I don't have time to play games."

"What the hell! Put me down, you brute! Unhand me, you jackass! Help! Someone call the police! MY NAME IS MERCEDES JONES. I AM BEING VIOLATED!"

"Yes! Someone call the police!" Sam shouted louder as he opened to door and dropped her into the passenger seat. "No, don't stop screaming, let everyone know who you are, and when the people looking for you hear, they can kill you," Sam added, looking at her seriously before buckling her up.

She cut her eyes at him, struggling in the seat. Soon as he moved from her side, she was gonna make a run for it.

"If you can get out of these cuffs, I'll leave you alone." He said, slapping a pair of cuffs on her.

"This is inhumane! I have rights!" She said, tugging and pulling at the cuffs to no avail. "This is unconstitutional!"

Sam looked at her, smiling. "You were given options, and you chose this one."

"I was not given any damn options, and if I were, being manhandled by a boy bander wouldn't be what I chose!"

"You refused to come willingly; now shut up. I don't want to listen to you complain the entire time." He said, closing the door, getting in on the driver's side, and quickly pulling off.

"Excuse you? Shut up? I don't respond well to verbal or physical abuse, for that matter. Matter of fact…." She cleared her throat and then started singing one of the number songs she taught her fourth graders. If he was gonna make her miserable, she would gladly return the favor.

Sam looked over at her shaking his head, and allowed the evil thought of injecting her with sleeping drugs dance around his head before he looked in the review mirror, noticing a car trailing them.

"Here. Take those off and get down." He said, tossing her the key to uncuff herself.

"Ima take these off and get the hell out of here the minute you stop, you overgrown man child!" She spat, uncuffing herself.

Sam slammed his hand on the steering wheel before shooting her a serious look. "Get out of this truck, and you will die, now do as I said, make yourself as small as possible and hold the fuck on!" He instructed before punching the gas and making a sharp left turn into ongoing traffic.

She had a comeback, but the tone in his voice made her think again. "Fine, you asshat!" She said, sinking to the floor, having to lift her pencil skirt to her thighs to do so.

Sam was relieved that she did as he said and swerved his way through traffic. They were headed to a private airfield, where a private plane would take them out of the city. He glanced behind them before glancing down and watching her for a moment; her thighs were exposed to him as she bent down, pushing the seat further back to get her more room; as he looked at the road, his eyes drifted back to her, noticing that her silk shirt had a button missing, catching a glimpse of her lace purple bra. Shaking it off, he sped past the first checkpoint and moved to an underpass to try and lose his tail.

The car swerved, and Mercedes screamed as she held on to the door. Sam speeds up, but it's to no avail when the car gains on him. He makes it from under the underpass when the car behind them rams into the back of Sam's car. Sam pulls out his phone with one hand on the steering wheel. "This is Special Agent Sam Evans; I am coming in hot need assistance at the gate. ETA five minutes."

Sam threw his phone on the passenger side seat and took a hard right turn onto a dirt road. A shot rang out, and the back glass of Sam's car shattered everywhere in the backseat.

Mercedes ducked her head lower, fear coursing through her; she couldn't believe all this was happening. This wasn't real life; this was some fake lifetime movie. It couldn't be real.

The bumpy road led to the airfield and having sensed they would be outnumbered, the car backed off. Sam looked behind him and sighed, seeing them slow down and turn; by the time anyone went after them, they would be long gone, but right now, he didn't care about catching the driver; that wasn't his objective, Mercedes was. He drove through it and right up to the plane as the gate opened.

Sam got out of the car, looking around as Mercedes peeked out the passenger side window. This was not how she expected to end her day; she sat up in the passenger seat shaking and trying to get herself under control. She was leaving Miami; she was on the run because she was being hunted for some reason. This was too much.

She didn't even hear Sam speak to her, didn't know when he helped her out of the car and onto the plane. Sam sat her down and helped her get her seatbelt on. He was slightly worried about her, but at least she was quiet.

Seems to me that Sam and Mercedes have both met their match...can't wait to see how this plays out!