"Ok, Senator are you sure that you have had no prior communication with your wife to explain her sudden disappearance?" Mercedes Jones asked Senator Hudson.
"I am a hundred percent sure that I did not say anything to make her leave at all, I saw her Monday morning when we got our daughter Cindy out for school, and she said she was going to pilates and then I never heard from her after that." Finn Hudson explained with tears in his eyes. Mercedes looked at her team Artie, Santana, and Harris.
"Senator, where does she take pilates class?" Artie questioned as he opened his laptop.
"She takes them on Washington Avenue I think the place is called Fierce Bod?" Hudson answered.
Artie typed on his keys and was able to pull up the security footage from that Monday and made the computer screen gon big on the flatscreen, "I used a quick facial recognition software and that is her, and the girl she is speaking to is a Laura Steen, and if you look closely she is giving Rachel something in her hand."
"Is there any way to zoom in on what was given?" Mercedes questioned.
"No, it becomes too pixilated but I can tell you that Laura is working today, and she will be until 2:30."
Mercedes nodded her head, "Santana and Harris I want you to down there, Santana speak to Laura and probe her about Rachel. Harris while she is doing that I need you to slip into the break room and get into her personal belongings maybe anything that can lead us to Rachel. Senator, I need you to go home and be with your daughter do not let anyone in your home and do not answer any phone calls. If anyone is going to ask you what has been going on, just say you are spending much-needed time with Cindy. Do you understand?"
Finn nodded his head.
"Good, let's move, Artie I need you to go down there with them and put a tracker on her car, just in case we don't find anything in the bag," Mercedes commanded. Her team nodded their heads and everyone dispersed including Senator Hudson. She walked back to her office and qued up her laptop with intention of going to google Rachel Berry-Hudson, because where in the hell could this Senator's wife have gone?
Mercedes Nina Jones had made a name for herself in the city of Washington. She was considered a fixer in the world of scandal, politics, and lies. Her clients ranged from senators, congressmen, and even high-class madames. Anyone that could afford to pay her and her team wasn't just paying for a service they were paying for their life to never be imploded, they were paying for all drama to go away and that was the end of the story.
Now, this wasn't the life she had always dreamed for herself, she had thought she was going to be a lawyer, whether it be corporate or criminal, but never in a million years did she think she would own her business in which she was helping Senators track down their wives, or helping madams steal evidence concerning their prostitution business, however here she was.
She was in the midst of jotting down notes when she received a phone call from her father. Her father, Deion Alex Jones, had a complicated relationship with his daughter. In simple terms, he runs a secret spy organization, and Mercedes finds it highly unethical. This was the cause of multiple screaming matches, and her being on edge every time there is a person of high power who is found dead. No matter if it was suicide she would always believe that her father had something to deal with it.
"Yes, father?" Mercedes began.
"Your mother is asking that you attend dinner with us tonight at The Charles, tonight." Deion began.
"I have to work," Mercedes replied.
"Darlking your efforts would be much more useful here at my company, ok not you and your friends playing fake FBI."
"You run a secret agency that few people in the government know about, and it kills hundreds of thousands of people per year. If you wanted to, you could go to war with those people alone, and that is not what I stand for nor what I stand for."
"Save that fake moral bullshit, you know if you were here that you could enjoy it too much, see right now you have fun hiding behind the delusional fact that you think you are helping people, but I am telling you as your father who has seen people get hurt, who has had to kill millions in order to live a cushiony life that pays the bills, your tuition, and your years of boarding school that this job isn't something that you disregard."
"My answer is no, and it is always going to be no, and you can tell mom that I will try to make it to dinner. However, no promises." Mercedes spoke when she hung up the phone. She rolled her eyes at the call and went back to jotting down notes when she received another phone call.
"Yes," She answered.
"We got the Laura girl, apparently what she gave Rachel was a key to the Four Seasons, and yes we are heading over there now," Santana spoke on the phone.
"Great I'll meet you guys there," Mercedes replied. She hung up the phone and grabbed her coat and purse and headed out of the office door.
He was glad that she chose a hotel, less messy for him to clean up. He didn't really understand what she did in order for his commander to drop her file on his lap, but he didn't ask questions. He learned that the fewer questions that he asked the better it was.
He looked regular, in a black shirt with some blue jeans and a black jacket, however, he had a knife tucked into his socks and a gun resting on his hip. He walked into the hotel room and looked down at the room number he had and got on the elevator. As it closed a short curvy woman hopped on with a purse in her hand she started to take off her red coat.
"Can you press for level five?" She questioned.
"What a coincidence! I am heading up there as well." He answered.
"Well, I am heading up there for business, what about you?"
Sam replied, "Business as well." The doors opened and he let her get off the elevator first she turned in the direction of where he was supposed to go, and then she walked into the room he was supposed to go into.
"Fuck," He whispered to himself.
"Mrs. Hudson, I am Mercedes Jones, and your husband has employed my team and me to figure out why you haven't returned home," Mercedes spoke as she walked into the room and found Artie, Santana, and Harris surrounding Rachel as she sat on the bed and looked around confused.
"My husband is being over-dramatic, some people need a break from being the wife of a senator." Rachel started.
"A break entails telling your husband you are going to the Four Seasons on Laura Steen's husband's dime, not completely leaving him and your child."
Rachel yelled, "Ugh, this wasn't even supposed to be my life!"
Mercedes looked at her, "You were the captain of the glee club at your high school, the lead in all of the musicals, you went to NYU and majored in Theatre Arts. You met Finn in college and you fell in love with him, but you were always going to be love in with performing. He wanted to become Senator so you took a step back from your career, had his kid and now you are sitting here dong this woe-is-me act. A divorce would be the safe step, but if you are staying in this for your daughter you are going to be paying for therapy sessions when she is speaking to someone about how her idea of love means anger and trauma. If you want to leave him, then leave Rachel."
"I'll be made fun of all of the Senators' wives will look down at me, and belittle me in the small community."
"Then stay in this small marriage and be unhappy, until your daughter is eighteen and try to get your career back on track then, however, I guarantee you know one will hire you no matter how good you think your voice is," Mercedes spoke. Rachel looked down.
"Harris, call Finn and let him know that his wife is safe and accounted for and that you will personally be making sure she makes it home safe. Santana and Artie will spin any news story that suggests you left to spend time with a lover." Mercedes explained. She grabbed her things and headed out of the door and walked to the elevator and clicked the button to go in.
Sam stayed nearby in the hallway waiting to see if the woman would come out of the room when she did he walked back to the room but had to turn around like he was struggling to get into the nearby room when noticed his target and three other people leaving the room. They got on the elevator and Sam raced down to the stairs trying to salvage this mission before it was completely gone. He slammed through the door to the lobby and looked around but his target was gone. He pulled out his phone and called the commander.
"Yes, Agent Evans."
"Target has been relocated to a new place, where I am not sure. She must have told others about her whereabouts, and now she is gone. A small lady and then a group of three left her hotel room with her."
"Goddamit. Look let it go, for now, when I am ready to use you I will." He spoke on the phone.
"Yes sir."
Mercedes speared her chicken with her fork as she heard her parents speak about redoing their house. Tried as if she might tune in, but she couldn't.
"Mercedes, dear what do you think," Her mother, Francine questioned.
"What was that mother?"
"Your father and I were speaking about getting new wallpaper for the kitchen and a few new designs going on what do you think."
"I think that whatever is going to keep dad from his job would be amazing, you do work a lot dad don't you." Mercedes jabbed as she took a sip of her wine.
"Well working as a college professor can be quite the job, Mercedes." Deion answered as he caught the shade his daughter threw at her. "So Mercedes where were you today?"
"I was at work."
"I know that but did you take any special trips?"
"Where are these questions coming from?"
"Because I have received word that you could have potentially been at the Four Seasons helping one Rachel Berry leave her hotel room. And if that is the case Mercedes, you have helped a woman who is responsible for killing three Senators."
"She is a failed actress, with a kid, I was hired by her husband to help find her."
"And I was told to send my best floor agent to kill her before she struck again, so now I want you to really understand why I prefer for you to stop trying to play God, and try to save people. Because there is never ever going to be a person where playing God will make it work for you." Before Mercedes could say anything else she received a call from Artie.
"Hey, Artie,"
"Mercedes, I did a background check on Rachel to make sure all ends were cleaned, and Merce it is bad. She is said to be connected to the death of three Senators, and I have reason to believe that the reason she snuck away from her husband is that she was planning on killing him next." Artie answered.
"I'll handle it, send Harris over there and I'll meet him there," Mercedes explained.
"I have to go," She said to her parents as she grabbed her things and headed out.
He sat outside in his car waiting as he looked at the security footage. They had just put the daughter to sleep, and now he was watching them speak as she washed the dishes and he stood behind her with his back turned as he put them away. He was about to exit the car and head over there when he saw sirens of multiple police cars come behind a black car. He looked out in the street and noticed the woman from earlier getting out of the car followed by one of the men that he assumed was one of her colleagues.
"This woman is everywhere," He sighed. A few moments later they were walking Rachel Berry-Hudson out of her house with her hands in cuffs.
He grabbed his phone and called his boss, "Rachel has been arrested I guess the woman from earlier wasn't her friend." He spoke.
Commander sighed out, "You know what he is your new mission, keep a tab on her. Her name is Mercedes Nina Jones."
"Yes sir, do you want me to eliminate her?"
"No just a close eye on her."
New story alert! WOO, with this one I wanted it to have Scandal vibes, but just without Fitz with a Samcedes twist, so I hope you all enjoy it.