'Shot?! You were shot?! Are fucking kidding me?!'
"H, calm down."
'No! I will not calm down! You mean to tell me you almost got yourself killed over this Barbie bitch and you expect me to calm down?!'
"Hey! I get that your upset but watch your fucking mouth! I don't give a shit if your pissed at me but it wasn't Quinn's fault! I chose to help her!"
'Bullshit! She probably put herself in danger to get your attention and you were stupid enough to fall for it!'
"Quinn wouldn't do that!"
'And you know this because you've been best buds for so long! Get real baby she's USING you and your too emotional to see it!'
"Go fuck yourself! I am not emotional! If anyone's emotional here it's you! Because you can't deal with it because your jealous!"
'Oh please! What the hell do I have to be jealous of?! If anything I think your just desperate for attention like you always are because no one else will love you but family!'
Rachel's mouth snapped shut and the phone fell silent on the other end.
Rachel's eyes welled and before anything else could be said she hung up the phone.
Rachel shut her eyes and took deep calming breaths because what she was feeling could cause her to do very stupid things. Dangerous stupid things.
It has only been a day and still Quinn hadn't spoken a word to her but right now she thanks all that is holy that she's alone in the hotel room and no one else got to hear that conversation.
Sam was at school and Quinn had left that morning to take her siblings and daughter to school and daycare.
Carmela had stopped in to change her bandages and left to meet with one of her connections to get more pain pills.
Rachel was alone but what she didn't know was that the windows and front door might as well have been made of paper.
Because Quinn had just arrived back from dropping off the kids and heard everything from outside the door from Rachel's end of the conversation.
Rachel stared at the ceiling with a clenched jaw.
Rachel couldn't believe H would accuse Quinn of planning such a thing and maybe it would have been possible if the bullets flying at them weren't so real and intent on their targets (she and Quinn)
Quinn was standing outside the hotel door fighting her curiosity to burst in and ask Rachel just who the person on the other line was and why would Rachel have to defend her with 'Quinn wouldn't do that!'
"Shot?! How?!" S replied with bulging eyes.
"Yes! And she's defending that Barbie bitch too!"
"What do you mean?" S asked.
"All I'm saying is, I think it's funny that this Barbie bitch some how just so happens to constantly need Baby to rescue her! I mean does that not sound suspicious?!"
"That is odd!" S replied in agreement.
"Hold on, we don't know anything really. Did Baby say how it happened?" Another voice interrupted.
H looked at the person who interrupted with a sneer. "Yes, she said she was shot saving Barbie Bitch, Mickey. Did I not make that clear the first time?!"
"H, did she explain exactly what happened?" Mickey tried again.
"Are you trying to be fucking funny, Mick? 'Cause I'm not in the mood to continue repeating myself!" H growled in frustration.
"And I'm not keen on repeating myself so answer the damn question appropriately and maybe you wouldn't have to! Now I'm going to ask one more time and I'm hoping your not stupid enough to test my patience, right now. Did. She. Explain. What happened?" Mickey spoke low and threatening. His eyes unmoving as he stared.
H growled. "All she said was that she was shot by someone who was after Barbie bitch."
"So you don't actually know if it's this Quinn girl's fault?" Mickey asked in a condescending manner.
"I know what I know an-"
"No you don't know. From what I'm gathering here is your putting a target on someone's head strictly based on assumption because your hot headed ass just loves to stir trouble." Mickey fired back.
"Fuck you, Mick! I know what I know and I've never been wrong! This bitch could get baby killed and all you hear is I'm feeling trigger happy! Yes, I know I have a history of acting before thinking but I'm usually accurate in my assessments! I called you here because baby was shot and if you can't see that than fuck you!" H growled before storming off.
Mickey sighed in aggravation as he ran a hand through his dark hair. S stood leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
"You know this is bad right?" S spoke up.
"Yeah." Mickey sighed in reply.
"You know that was just proof of the ticking time bomb waiting to happen, right?"
"Yeah."
"You know we're eventually going to be in Lima again, right?"
"I didn't think otherwise." Mickey replied with a smirk aimed at his older sister.
"So we shouldn't warn mama Fina?"
"Nah, I've been itching for something new and H is just giving me exactly what I need. Besides, B has been showing me all the stuff H has had him looking up and it looks fun."
"You know mama Fina's going to have our asses for this, right?"
Mickey walked up to his older sister and kissed her cheek respectively, full of affection. "You worry too much, S, and besides.. Who knows maybe this situation with baby can be taken care of faster if she had some helping hands." Mickey smirked before turning on his heel and walking away.
S leaned her back against the wall and sighed tiredly.
She knew exactly what was going to happen and knew she should tell mama Fina but she also knew mama Fina was in no shape to be told anything.
The doctor ordered strict bed rest and no stress. S lifted her head to the sky and spoke softly.
"Dads.. Please keep baby safe and H on a leash because mama Fina needs peace right now.. I don't know who this Quinn is but I have a feeling she's a good thing and I would hate for H to ruin that." S finished as she stared at the night sky full of stars.
Her eyes than cast down below and took in the night life of Seattle Washington happening all around her from her perch on the roof of one of their family's warehouses.
She sighed once more before walking off heading back down stairs to her cherry red Lamborghini.
Quinn was still standing outside the hotel room door in thought when the door abruptly swung open causes her to jump in surprise and halting Rachel's angry escape.
The two stared at each other for a moment before Rachel huffed than stormed pass the blonde.
Quinn reached for the hotel door, shutting than locking it before running after Rachel.
"Where are you going?" Quinn called out in her haste to catch up to Rachel.
"Leaving."
"Rachel you can't."
"Watch me."
"I'm serious, you can't leave."
"That's funny because I'm already outside."
"Stop being a smartass. You know what I mean."
"Fine."
"Rache-"
"Quinn leave me alone. I'm fine. You don't have to babysit me anymore."
"I'm not going to leave you alone. You're injured and could possibly pull your stitches. I'm going with you."
"No you're not."
"That's funny because I'm already walking with you." Quinn replied with sarcasm.
Rachel halted in her steps and gave the blonde an unimpressed look.
Quinn fold her arms across her chest daring Rachel to try and stop her from following.
The brunette rolled her eyes in annoyance than continued walking with Quinn following with a smirk.
H smirked evilly.
"I swear if I get in trouble with mama Fina for thi-"
"You won't, now shut up and help me."
D rolled his eyes. He grabbed the bag and tossed it in the trunk than slammed the door.
"You know this is a really stupid idea, right?"
"I'm well aware of your need to repeat yourself but once again I don't care. You owe me and now I'm collecting."
"You really make me regret you saving my life. Right now I could be dead already and not involved in this suicidal plan you seem hell bent on."
"You know dramatic doesn't look good on you, D."
D shook his head and sighed. "Mama Fina's going to kill me."
H chuckled darkly. "This is going to be epic."
Rachel laid back on her couch tiredly after downing another shot.
She had called a cab to take her home and Quinn basically forced her way in for the ride.
Quinn sat next to her staring a hole into her head.
"You know staring isn't polite. It's severely frowned upon." Rachel said with sarcasm.
"Well I wouldn't be staring if you weren't drinking even though I've reminded you several times that you're literally on Vicodin and it's still in your system." Quinn replied without humor and full of attitude.
"Yes, so you keep saying. Seriously Quinn just drop it."
"I will not 'just drop it' your mixing a bad combo, Rachel. It's dangerous."
Rachel sighed as she stood up, grabbing her bottle of vodka off the table and walking away to the other room as she took a swig from it.
"Where are you going?!" Quinn asked in disbelief before standing and following after the brunette.
"Where I can drink in peace." Rachel replied disinterestedly.
"Rache-"
Just as Quinn spoke Rachel shut the door in her face without looking.
Quinn growled and grabbed the doorknob only to find it locked. She slapped the door in aggravation.
"I could stand out here all day talking you know!"
Silence.
"Ugh! God you are so frustrating! All I'm trying to do is make sure you don't kill yourself!"
Again she's met with silence.
"Rachel?!.." Worry filled Quinn instantly. "Rachel this isn't funny!.. Rachel?!" Quinn's voice went from annoyed to worry in a span of seconds the longer Rachel didn't answer.
