Quinn yawned as she stood up from the couch gently with the sleeping two month old in her arms. Rachel's eyes tracked her movements as she too stood.

The two looked around at all the sleeping bodies before them. The kids were asleep and so was Sam.

"So, I made sure the guest room had everything you would need, including a bassinet for the baby. I ran to the store earlier for it and I already put it together before I came down to join you guys for the movie. I knew you and Sam would want to sleep with the kids in the room." Rachel whispered.

Quinn's eyes softened and her heart released an inch from it's untrusting vice grip, at the words.

"Thank you. We really appreciate all that you've done."

"You don't have to thank me."

"Yes, I do." Quinn replied with a look in her eyes that Rachel couldn't decipher.

"Well, your welcome. Now how about we put the heavy stuff away for another time and I help you get the little ones to bed." Rachel said with a nod at all the kids on the floor.

"Okay."

"Take the baby up and I'll follow you."

"Oh you don't have to do that I could get Sam t-"

"Quinn, let's not do the back and forth. Your tired, I'm tired, Sam's obviously tired." Rachel said with a gesture thrown at a snoring Sam. The two chuckled at the light joke. "Let's just get the kids up there. Because the sooner they are, the sooner we can get some much needed sleep."

"Sorry." Quinn replied sheepishly.

"Don't be."

Quinn nodded then headed toward the hall that lead to the living room where the stairs were.

Rachel smiled at the blonde's retreating form before bending down and lifting a knocked out Charlie gently from the floor.

With ease the brunette stood up and quietly made her way in the direction the blonde had gone. Rachel made it to the room just as Quinn was exiting.

They nodded at each other and Quinn stepped back into the room to pull down the covers, than Rachel laid Charlie on the California king gently. Quinn covered her as Rachel headed back out the room.

Ten minutes later the kids were tucked in and Rachel was waking up Sam with Quinn standing a three feet behind her.

"Hey, Sam..." Rachel tried as she lightly rubbed his shoulder. "Sam wake u-" Sam jolted from his sleep wild and groggy with a fearful gasp, immediately swinging at Rachel who dodged his fist barely.

Quinn's eyes were wide in horror than rounded to relief that Sam didn't get to hit Rachel. She swallowed thickly in worry. Her heart pounded at what Rachel would do.

"Oh shit, Rachel! I'm so sorry! I d-didn't mean to-I didn't know it was you, I swear! I-" Sam immediately started in a panic.

"Don't worry about it, Sam. I understand."

"But-"

"Sam, it's okay. You didn't actually hit me, alright? I'm fine. Your tired, let's get you to bed." Rachel assured softly.

Sam looked scared, worried and, completely shocked that he attempted to hit a woman. Even if it was on instinct. He swallowed thickly with a worried glance at Quinn.

"Go on." Rachel said gently to the two. "It's okay, I promise."

"Are you sure?" Quinn asked.

"Yes, now go head up to bed."

"Come on, Sammy." Quinn said softly as she rubbed a hand on his back in soothing manner. She gave Rachel a sad smile as she guided Sam out of the entertainment room. "Good night, Rachel." Quinn said softly.

"Good night, Rachel." Sam spoke sadly.

"Good night, guys." Assurance dripping in the brunette's tone.

The second the two blonde's were out of the room. Rachel took a deep breath as she ran a hand through her hair. That little incident definitely spoke volumes.

She glanced at the clock. It was 9:15. She knew she'd be cutting it close but just because she was assisting the Fabray's with a stress free weekend, didn't mean she could slack.

She walked out of the entertainment room and headed toward the front door, grabbing her car keys and jacket.

Than she grabbed a pen and paper writing a note than sticking it to the front door before opening it and stepping through into the night air.


A short brunette pulled at her cigarette in a harsh manner. She glared at the two other brunette's standing before her. She couldn't understand why they were still having this conversation. It was simple enough to agree to but the two before her were being too chicken shit to see her logic.

The taller as well older of the two other brunette's, who had green eyes sighed tiredly. They had been going in circles about this for an hour now. She just wanted to get back home and lay in a nice hot bath with her bath salts and wine but she knew if they didn't settle this. They were liable to be here all night.

"I don't know about this, H." The tired green eyed brunette spoke up first.

"What is there to know? It's simple. We go. We assist. Then we're out. End of story." The short brunette replied with attitude.

The second other brunette with brown eyes spoke up to H. "I have to agree with S. You know how pissed mama Fina will be if we do this."

"You two are the biggest pussies I know. She doesn't have to know." H growled out.

"Fuck you, H. Last time I listened to you I almost had my head blown off! Not to mention mama Fina gave us an ass whoppin' so bad we couldn't sit for a week. So excuse me if I don't trust your psycho ass judgement." The brown eyed brunette sneered.

"Oh cry me a fucking river!"

"Do you want me to beat your ass?!"

"Try me, Bitch!"

"OKAY! ENOUGH YOU TWO! God, it's like your fucking toddlers crying over a cookie." S yelled as she stood between the two. The two shorter brunette's stared each other down with fire in their eyes. "Look, right now we don't know what's going on and until Baby contacts us again with anything. It wouldn't be a smart to do anything at this time. We could put her in jeopardy if we do. I say we wait a little longer. She's only been there a month. We'll give it time and if it seems like she needs us we'll go but for now we stay put. Agreed?"

"Agreed." The brown eyed brunette responded with attitude aimed at H.

H pulled from her cigarette once more with sinister eyes aimed at the brown eyed brunette. "Fucking fine! But if shit hits the fan before we can get there, don't say I didn't warn you. That blonde bitch is going to get baby killed but what do I know. I'm just a psycho." H sneered before storming off.

The two other brunette's watched her leave with worried eyes.

"Do you think she's right, S?" The brown eyed brunette asked.

S sighed once more. "Of course she is. H may be crazy but she's never wrong when it counts. This blonde girl has baby's focus skewed. Baby cares about her, A lot more than she herself realizes. I heard it in baby's voice when I spoke to her. So did you, H, and D. Whoever blondie is she's not someone baby's going to turn her back on easily."

"So what do we do? If we go without telling mama Fina, it'll be our asses and I don't know about you but I like to sit comfortably."

S giggled. "I meant what I said, we wait. If there are any red flags than we'll bring our concerns to mama Fina first. I don't care what H thinks. Mama Fina will hear us out and she'll make the right choice."

"That makes me feel a lot better."

"Good, I'm glad you agree. Now, if you'll excuse me. I need a good soak."

"Yeah, see you later."

The two brunette's separated, going their separate ways.


The music thumped hard as the lights flickered in the club. There were naked women every where. Some old and a lot young. The club was the top strip club in Lima for anyone looking for a good time.

Two men, in there early forties sat at a booth in the V.I.P section. It was finally their night off and they wanted to enjoy it.

"So, did you hear?"

"What?"

"They found a body in a ditch over on Davidson."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

"They know who it was?"

"Nah, my guy says their hands and feet were cut off and all their teeth were pulled."

"Fuck, that's some shit."

"Hell, yeah. Whoever did it is one crazy son of bitch."

"Bet it was Donnie."

The other guy bellowed in laughter before replying, "No, I bet it was Tank! Now that motherfuckers crazy!"

The two men laughed heartily as they chugged down another shot glass. Just then a blonde in nothing but a purple thong and high heels walked pass with a drink tray. One of the guys reached out, grabbing her by the waist roughly .

"Hey, Judes, bring me another scotch on the rocks and gin and tonic for Lee." The drunk balding man spoke. Judy did everything in her power not to curl her lip in disgust.

"Sure thing, Richy." Judy replied with a flirtatious smile.

He released Judy and smacked her ass hard enough that he left a hand print and a painful stinging sensation that caused tears to well in Judy's eyes from it's power but they didn't fall.

Judy has been doing her best to keep her emotions in check for the last few hours. Her phone was taken from her a while ago when she was caught texting her children.

She hadn't been able to reach her kids since and she was terrified that they didn't make it out of the motel room in time.

Unbeknownst to Judy, the person who was currently keeping her children safe was in disguise sat at a table in the far back where there was a good shadow, watching over the entire club.

To anyone else Rachel looked like a scrawny little guy that was in desparate need of a shave. Her wig looked real and her attire made her invisible to the crowd.

Her eyes scanned the floor like a hawk but to the untrained eye she was just another lonely schmuck salivating over all the women in his sights.

It wasn't until a woman passed her line of sight, did Rachel do a double take. The woman was blonde and she looked extremely familiar. If Rachel didn't know any better she would have sworn she just saw Quinn.

The brunette's eyes tracked the older woman's movements. Her posture, her walk, the way she smiled, that fucking eyebrow screamed Quinn.

Rachel was thrown for a loop for only a second before she considered the relation between the two.

The blonde could potentially be Sam and Quinn's older sister because she looked young enough to be at the very least 35 or 37 but if you looked closer she could be older than that.

Rachel needed to find out more about her before she went further because if the woman was related to the twins. Then she'd have to figure out how to execute her next phase of the plan without putting a spot light on the older woman.

Rachel watched as the woman was roughly grabbed by the waist by some old guy, who judging by his clothing choice definitely wasn't an average Joe. He was affiliated with her enemy. It was clear as day.

The brunette watched as the man smacked the blonde woman hard on the ass. So much so a painful look crossed her face but she replaced it quickly with a flirtatious smile. Rachel was impressed.

Rachel decided to sit back and watch the woman a little more. Over the next two hours she noticed some thing interesting. Out of all the women there, young and old. This blonde woman was a favorite amongst the masses of men.

The woman was repeatedly taken to a stair case and though she tries to hide it. Upon closer inspection, her utter devastation is clear as day in her eyes. A resigning look in the blonde's eyes were like an over cast of death.

Rachel understood why she was pulled upstairs for thirty or so minutes at a time. SEX. Rachel could see how much it was wearing the woman down.

Rachel watched as one of the men she was entertaining offered her a line of coke. The blonde woman denied it gently with flirtation but the man persisted and the more upset he got the more attention he was causing.

A tall man with curly short hair walked over and pulled the older woman to the side. His posture was tense and the look in his eyes deadly. The woman had her head bowed in submission as he spoke to her in a threatening manner.

Rachel sat casually as if the entire situation wasn't causing fire to build in her stomach.

The man back handed the woman unexpectedly and her body followed the blow so forcefully, that she knocked over the chair beside her and stumbled to the floor.

The curly haired man roughly grabbed her arm and stood her back up bringing her close to his face speaking harshly in her ear. When he pulled back he glared at her and she swallowed thickly in fear.

He sent her back to the guy who had a satisfied smirk on his face. He handed the blonde woman a napkin to wipe the blood from her busted lip.

Once again the man offered her his coke and that time she took it. For the rest of the time Rachel was there, the blonde woman had her attention along with the two men from earlier who grabbed the woman by the waist and the man that slapped her as well as the guy who offered her coke.

It was two am when the two men who slapped the woman on the ass stumbled from the club. Rachel followed in the shadows.

She decided to follow the man Rich who was a lot more disoriented than his partner. The two men said their good byes as the brunette wrote down both of their license plates.

She then hopped into her car and began following Rich all the way back to his house. She watched him enter his home from her car and wrote down his address.

She waited another forty minutes before putting on her ski mask and gloves than exited her car and headed for his house.

She rounded the house looking for cameras. There were none. She noticed a small window open and decided that would be her entry.

After a few minutes of careful maneuver she made it in and found herself in the living room were the man had obviously crashed on the large couch.

She smirked at his loud snoring, feeling happy with her choice in which man to follow.

In her line of work she's learned that the living room is never were you find the goods that you need.

No, that would be in offices, a study and even a bathroom and for paranoid people the bedroom. The idiot just made her job a lot easier. She'd be back out on the streets in no time.

She quietly made her way passed the couch just as the man snorted and grumbled something but didn't move.

Rachel rounded the corner quietly as she took from a little satchel attached to her belt, that her siblings jokingly refer to as her geek belt because of her obsession with Batman.

Rachel told them they could laugh all they wanted but her belt full of the small necessities that actually kept her alive and safe, had come in handy to save not only herself but their asses when shit hit the fan. So she could give a shit about what they thought.

The belt she wore was in fact inspired by Batman. It had her pick locking tools, a swiss army knife, a USB chip for downloading any computers she needed to and a few other small items that over time she had to adjust and design with decent compartments.

The belt had been professional made. It was the only one of it's kind but she was able to carry the things that mattered to her and would aide her from danger.

Like right now with the fucking Rottweiler staring her down with bared teeth and a growl so fierce it sent a slight chill down her spine but the brunette remained calm.

She very slowly removed a few small bite sized dog treats from her belt. Again with gentle calm ease, she tossed one at the dog and in under a second he was distracted than his mistrusting eyes began to fill with want. Rachel smirked.

What the dog was eating was not only treats but cooked into the treats was a pet friendly sleeping aide. He'd be out like a light within eight minutes top.

She knew the minimum to feed his size and weight would be only five pieces. After the fifth piece he looked at her expectantly for more before cautiously making his way to her.

She held out her hand that she had, had the treats in so he could smell it on her and smiled when he licked it.

She began petting him softly and scratching behind his ear lovingly to keep him calm until the medicine kicked in.

Sure enough he began to stumbled on his feet before he laid himself down with a low soft whimper. Than he was out.

Rachel took a deep breath and stood up again. She still was cautious with her movements and made sure to keep her eyes peeled for any more dogs or alarms.

She swept through the lower half of the house searching. Along the way she began placing tiny blue tooth microphones for surveillance. She hid them in the flower pots, ceiling fans, etc. Than she headed up stairs to repeat her routine of bugging the place.

The brunette came to a little office. She began planting her mics first than proceeded to search the room.

She came across a small safe behind a photo. The brunette shook her head at the mans stupidity. 'Typical, What an idiot.' The brunette thought with a disapproving shake of her head.

She saw the pin pad and knew now wasn't the time to try and crack it. It would put her in danger and could potentially put her mics in jeopardy. If theirs one rule Rachel lives by is that patience gets you everything.

The brunette shut the photo frame back then headed to the desk. She was careful not to accidentally touch the chair.

You never know if your target had OCD and would notice a thing like that. She pressed a button on the computer and it came to life. Another pass code. The brunette shook her head in annoyance. She'd have to wait for another time when he wasn't home.

She then opened the drawers to the desk eyeing all the contents and whatever order they were laid in before carefully moving them around in a way that maintained their original order.

The mail read: Richard Larson. Rachel took out her phone and snapped a photo of the envelope.

Once she was done searching that drawer, putting the items back the way she found it. She went to the next drawer continuing her concentrated task.

She came across a brown envelope and opened it. Her eyes widened when she found a few pictures of Sam but a ton of pictures of Quinn with a man. Each picture was different.

In one of the photos, the man was giving Quinn a bear. Quinn's face showed one of confusion as she looked down at the bear.

The next picture is of him walking away living a confused and angry? Quinn in his wake.

In the next picture, the blonde was staring at the bear with a look that Rachel couldn't decipher.

The next picture is of not only Quinn and Sam but also all three of their of their younger siblings along with the blonde woman from the strip club at the super market.

There were a few more pictures of the group out and about taking care of daily tasks or in front of a doctors office and the kids school.

The next photo is of Quinn, Sam and their half sister Britney. Their at a house talking out front.

Then there are photos of them separately at school. In two photos Rachel can spot her own profile in the background at her car and the other one has her farther in the background just leaving the school coming down the steps but once again the photo was focused on Quinn.

Rachel took her phone out and in the order they were in, in the folder. She began taking pictures of the photos. Then after she put them back into the folder and put it back in the place and way she had found them, she continued her search.


Quinn laid in bed with her eyes to the ceiling wide awake. She couldn't sleep. She was worried because she still hadn't heard from her mother.

It doesn't help that she had gone in search of Rachel earlier. Why? She didn't know but she soon realized Rachel wasn't even home to speak to. That realization only fueled her worry more.

She was the only one awake and had a ton of questions for the brunette. She hoped Rachel would come back soon. Something wasn't sitting right with her. She couldn't explain it even if you asked her to but she felt as if more trouble was brewing and it had something to do with Rachel.


'That doesn't make sense.' The voice replied down the line.

"I know but like I said before. I had a feeling something was up with Quinn and Sam." Rachel replied.

'Yeah I'll admit you were right but you have to think about this, Baby. If they know something, that means they could be lying to you.'

"I know, D. I'm not an idiot. I've considered that weeks ago. I have questions and I will ask them but I won't do it right away. I'm going to take my time on this. I'm going to keep a closer eye on them."

'Let me guess, slow and steady wins the race?'

"Exactly and we all know just how patient I can be."

'That's great and all but enough with the heavy talk. I want the juice.'

"What the hell are you talking about?"

'Are you really not going to tell me?'

"Tell you what?"

'That you've got it bad for blondie?' The voice teased.

"Don't be ridiculous." Rachel scoffed.

'Come on, H says that she has you barking for treats. Is that true?'

"H, can go fuck herself. That psycho just likes to talk shit. I can't believe you would listen to anything she has to say."

'Hey, can you blame me? A girl actually has you feeling something more than just in your pants and you expect us not to salivate over the news?'

"D?"

'Yeah?'

"Shut up. I do not have feelings for anyone. H is just pissed because I happen to be helping them out for the weekend."

'Okay, whatever you say but when your dick somehow manages to get lost in blondie's purse. Don't say you weren't warned.'

"Kiss my ass, D."

'Love you too, Baby. Keep me posted.'

"I will, Jackass."

'Night.'

"Night."

Rachel hung up the phone and sighed as her eyes stared down the strip club. She had driven back to see if she could get any more leads. She was tired, hungry and annoyed with a tinge of anger brewing low.

She couldn't tell you exactly why the photos of the Fabray's had pissed her off but they did. She wanted to blow the snoring guys brains out for just having them.

So, now she really had to keep an eye on the Fabray's because clearly the targets on their backs are a lot more severe than just a little financial debt.

Something was definitely going on and either Quinn and Sam knew more than they were letting on or they had no idea that they were watched even when they didn't know it.

It was two hours later when the customers of the strip club began stumbling out little by little. It was another hour before the actually strippers exited. The brunette spotted the blonde woman who looked severely run down now as she slid into a car with another stripper.

Dawn was breaking and finally one car was left. The brunette wrote down the license plate and waited low in her seat from a distance.

Soon the curly haired man who had slapped the blonde woman came walking out tiredly. The brunette lifted her camera and began taking pictures of him as he climbed into his car. She let him pull out and waited twenty seconds before following.


Quinn's eyes fluttered open. Her groggy eyes taking in the ceiling caused her chest to fill with worry and confusion to take over.

She sat up and breathe a sigh of relief when she saw all her siblings sound asleep. She hadn't even realized she herself had fallen asleep.

The blonde looked over at the bed side clock. It was six forty in the morning. Two hours since the baby's last feeding at four am.

Her eyes glanced over to the source that woke her. The baby in the bassinet was fussing and was only beginning to get louder.

Quinn knew what would happen if she didn't get to her in time. She didn't want to cause a ruckus in Rachel's house and rushed over to scooped the baby up.

The blonde immediately rocked the baby, putting the pacifier back into her mouth silencing her instantly.

Quinn shut her eyes in relief. Than carefully laid the baby back into the bassinet and stepped back. She waited until after she was sure the baby was asleep, than she walked back to the and sat down tiredly. She was exhausted.

She reached for the cell phone she and Sam shared, opening it to check once more and this time her eyes filled with tears of relief instead of sorrow.

After hours of waiting for a reply. Her mother finally texted an hour ago asking if they were okay. Quinn shot a text back immediately letting her know they got somewhere safe. Judy replied in relief but didn't ask where they were purposely.

They never gave locations through text or phone calls, it was a rule. As long as you call or texted in that you were ok than that's all any of them needed to know.


At 10 A.M Rachel pulled up in front of the cabin tiredly. It had been a long night and half morning of surveillance but she feels it was well worth it.

It took a little longer for her to get home because she wanted to be sure she wasn't being tailed. So she repeatedly drove in different directions and pulled off of so many different highways, watching the cars behind her for any suspicious activity. Thankfully, no one was tailing her.

She unlocked her front door and let herself in. She furrowed her brow in confusion. It was quiet, too quiet.

She strained her ear to listen for sound. The only sound she picked up came from the hall and it was to indistinctive to pick up. She shut the front door behind her quietly and moved in it's direction.

She put her hand on her gun in the back side of the waist of her jeans. She kept close to the wall and her steps were light as a cat.

Just as she reached the hall she stopped dead in her tracks when down the hall she heard the soft husky tone of Quinn's voice.

"And he rushed through the trees in excitement as the sound of laughter called him closer. Little blue ran with excitement to join the fun." Quinn read with warmth in her tone.

Rachel shut her eyes and took a deep calming breath. Quinn was reading a story. They were safe and all here. The brunette swallowed thickly with her head leaning back against the wall and her eyes shut.

"Rachel?"

The brunette on reflex pulled her gun swiftly before even opening her eyes and had the barrel of her pistol at the temple of Sam's head.

"Shit, Sam, are you crazy!" Rachel whispered harshly.

Sam looked pale as a sheet, his breath was labored. His hands were raised and he was trembling. The brunette lowered her gun.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you!" Sam spoke quickly. He couldn't believe Rachel just put a gun to his head. He didn't understand why she would even have one.

"Shh." Rachel whispered as she strained her ear to listen again. Quinn was still reading down the hall. The brunette swallowed thickly. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

"Why do you have a gun?" Sam asked cautiously.

Rachel arched a firm eyebrow with a tight jaw at him that screamed 'None of your fucking business!'

Sam swallowed thickly, her silence was felt strongly. He nodded that he understood but you could tell he was still curious and still a bit shaken up.

He decided to go with a more subdued question. "Are you.. Are you okay?"

Rachel pinched the bridge of her nose as she shut her eyes tightly. She really was tired. "Yeah.. It's just.. It's been a long night, is all."

"Yeah, Quinn said you weren't home this morning when she went looking for you. Were you out all night?" He knew she was. Her clothes were men's clothing but they fit her really good and she reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke. She looked like she was ready to pass out.

"I had some business to attend to." Rachel replied stoically.

Sam took that as his cue to not push for any more information. "Cool, Um.. Carmela made a snack for every one like twenty minutes ago, if your hungry."

"Thank you for letting me know but I think I'm just going to head to bed."

"Okay." Sam said as he awkwardly waved before turning to leave.

"Sam?"

"Yes?" He replied as he turned back to her.

"You and Quinn.. You'd tell me if something more severe was going on? I mean more severe than the money you owed, right?"

Sam gave her a look of confusion. Like it was a weird question but there was no other trace of anything else like guilt or secrecy. "Of course, why?"

"Nothing. I just want you to know you guys can tell me anything. I won't judge you. I just want to help."

Sam smiled with appreciation and what looked like admiration shining in his eyes. "Thanks Rachel and yeah I'd tell you if there was anything else but there isn't. We just owed him the money but thanks to you we don't have to worry about it any more." Sam replied genuinely.

Rachel nodded her head in acceptance. That was all that she could do. Because Sam's entire expression and posture was completely open for scrutiny. He wasn't lying.

"Well, have a good day of sleep. I'll let Quinn know your back." Sam said sweetly.

"Okay." Rachel replied then headed in the opposite direction but there was a niggling thought in the back of her head.

Just because Sam didn't give any indication of secrets. Doesn't mean Quinn didn't have any. The picture showed Quinn with a man not Sam.