fic: Quinn vs. the Intersect (2/2)
Title: Quinn vs. the Intersect (2/2)
Author: awkwardllama
Rating: G
Length: 2,421
Spoilers: None for Glee. Spoilers for season 1 of Chuck.
Disclaimer I don’t own anything in this story. Not Glee, Chuck, or any of the songs I happen to use.
Summary: Music geek by day. Government asset by night. Adaption of NBC’s Chuck.
( Chapter 1)
“You’re not going to call her?!”
“Yeah well I was thinking and did you see her? What would someone like her want with someone like me?”
“I saw her and that is exactly why I think you should call. She was sooo into you!” Quinn unlocks the door of the apartment following Artie into the living room, freezing when she sees a robber covered from head to toe in black, carrying her laptop in their arms.
The robber quickly places the laptop on a nearby table and assumes a fighting stance. Artie propels himself at the attacker and rams into the table when the thief sidesteps him. The laptop falls off the table and shatters. The robber vaults over the couch and jumps out an open window.
As Quinn is picking up the pieces of her laptop, the thief is jumping into their car. They pull their face mask off revealing the face of Rachel Berry, the CIA’s number one agent. She sighs in frustration. “Damn it!”
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The next day, Rachel is sitting in her car having a conversation with her boss Director Schuester. “Rachel we’re calling you back. The NSA is sending Agent Puckerman to take care of it.”
“Puckerman? He’s a burnout.”
“He’s a cold blooded killer Rachel. Watch out for him.”
Rachel shakes her head. “I can do this. Jesse was my partner and this is my responsibility. Just give me 24 hours.” She hangs up. Looking in the rear view mirror, Rachel checks her hair before getting out of the car and walking towards the Glee Music Store.
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Quinn is bent over a guitar as she polishes it. The bell on the counter rings and she when she turns she finds Rachel standing there with a cell phone in her outstretched hand. “Um…what’s this?”
“I got you a cell phone. I programmed my number in as speed dial number 3. I figured you must not own a phone since I didn’t get a call from you last night.
Quinn faintly hears Artie’s “Oh snap!” from where he’s checking merchandise at the back of the store. Quinn laughs and shakes her head. “No! It wasn’t that. I just…”
Rachel withdrew her hand. “Well it doesn’t matter. Let’s go out tonight. You can pick me up at seven. Don’t be late.” She turns and walks halfway through the store before running back and handing Quinn a slip of paper. She smiles sheepishly. “Here’s my address.” She spins on her heels and walks out.
Artie wheels over giving Quinn a high five. “Woo! Yeah Quinn! You’re my hero!” Quinn gives him a shaky smile. Crap! What am I going to wear?!
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“It’s about time you got over Santana.” Brittany riffles through Quinn’s wardrobe. Finn and Artie are sitting over to the side nodding in agreement.
Quinn sighs. “Yeah yeah. I don’t even know this girl though. She just walks in and tells me I’m taking her on a date. I’m not sure I like that.”
Artie interrupts, “Come on girl. You love it.”
Quinn sputters. “Fine. I did. I’m just not sure what to do.”
Brittany hands her a shirt. “Just be yourself. She’ll love you. Who wouldn’t?” She smooths Quinn’s hair off her forehead. “I’m so proud of you.” She presses a quick kiss to Quinn’s forehead before ushering her towards the bathroom. “Now go and get pretty.”
Quinn gives her a wide smile and salutes. “Yes ma’am.”
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In her own bathroom, Rachel is in the process of pinning her hair up. She takes her poison-dipped pins and pushes them into her hair before bending down to slip small daggers in the holsters in her boots.
When the doorbell rings, she places a loaded pistol in her waistband and pulls on a coat. She opens the door and smiles at a grinning Quinn. “Hi.”
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They had been seated in the restaurant and had ordered by the time Quinn builds up the courage to ask, “So you just moved? Where are you from?”
Rachel takes a deep breath before answering, “Well I’m originally from New York but I moved to Washington D.C. a couple of years ago. I left when I broke up with my boyfriend. I realized that my whole life revolved around,” she took a strange pause, “James and I couldn’t deal with that. I thought Los Angeles would be a nice change of pace.”
“Well I’m glad. Not that you broke up with your boyfriend. Wait. Actually I am.” Quinn lets out a small laugh.
Rachel lets out a loud laugh and smiles widely at Quinn. “You’re funny. I like that.” She takes a sip of her drink as she gives Quinn a smoldering look.
Quinn gulps.
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As they step out of the restaurant, a stream of police cars drives by blasting the Star Spangled Banner. The sound went high pitched and the same head swirling rush spun in Quinn’s head. Sgt. Pepper giving his talk, bomb being wired, timer being set.
“Quinn? What’s wrong?” Rachel was looking at her with concerned eyes.
Quinn shakes her head. “It’s nothing.” She smiles. “Do you like music?”
“Only certain genres.”
“Like?”
“I do enjoy Broadway show tunes.”
Quinn lets out a laugh but quickly shuts up when she sees the look on Rachel’s face. “Okay well there’s a theater nearby that’s showing some musical. Spring Awakening, I think. If you want we can go check it out?”
Rachel gives Quinn a beaming smile. “Sure. Lead the way.” As they walk along chatting about Broadway and theater music, neither of them notice the large, black jeep that is following them.
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They are seated in the theater before the show starts when Rachel notices their followers. They are serious looking men in suits surrounding them. Quinn hasn’t noticed them and Rachel figures she can dispatch them quietly in this almost empty theater. She lets her hair down quickly flinging one pin to the right as she drapes her arm around Quinn’s neck. Quinn looks dazed as Rachel pulls her down to whisper in her ear. “Let’s get out of here.”
Quinn swallows. “Umm… okay. What’d you have in mind?”
Rachel licks her lips, flinging out her arm again as another pin makes contact. “Hmm…let’s go to my place. We can…talk.”
They stand and when Quinn turns around to grab their things from the adjacent seats, Rachel takes out the last agent with a throwing knife.
As they hurry out of the theater, Rachel races to the driver’s side of Quinn’s car popping the door open. Quinn looks on in confusion. “What? How did you do that?”
“Please get in the car.” Rachel revs the engine as Quinn stands dumbfounded on the sidewalk.
“What’s happening?” The black jeep, that was sitting a block away, started.
“Just get in! I’ll explain later.” Quinn pulls the door open and as soon as she is in, Rachel pulls forward and the car shoots forward. They speed around the streets, weaving in and out of lanes as they try to evade the jeep. Rachel finally stops in the parking lot of an extremely high building. She pulls her phone out as they race up the stairs. “We’re going to need an air evac. Track our location.”
Quinn stops. “What? Rachel what’s going on?”
Rachel pulls her forward. “I’ll explain everything as soon as we’re somewhere safe. Now come on. The plane is going to be here soon.” By the time they reach the top, Quinn is almost hyperventilating.
Rachel suddenly asks, “Have you recently been contacted by Jesse St. James?”
Quinn gasps. “Jesse? You know Jesse? Great. I bet you think he’s amazing, just like every girl that’s ever met him.”
A mysterious voice joins their conversation. “St. James is dead. Now why don’t you answer Berry’s question?”
By the time Quinn finds the source of the voice, Rachel has her gun out and is pointing it at him. “Puck.”
“Heya Berry.” He flashes a charming smile while aiming his gun at Quinn who is standing near the edge of the building with a shocked face. “Jesse’s dead? How?”
Rachel answers, “Jesse was a rogue CIA agent. We were partners. The government believes that before he died, he sent you something very important. If he did, you need to tell us.”
Quinn stutters, “Umm he sent me an email a couple of days ago. It was just some sound files? A lot of music. Nothing really great though.”
Puck groans. “Great. You listened to them? You idiot!”
Rachel shakes her gun at him. “Hey! Don’t insult her! She didn’t know what those files were.”
Puck scoffs, “That’s what you think. She could’ve been working with St. James this whole time. I bet her computer contains tons of evidence.”
Quinn interrupts, “Hey I was not working with Jesse! Why would I help my mortal enemy? And besides, my laptop was destroyed. Some clumsy robber broke it.”
Rachel cries out indignantly, “I am not clumsy! Your little friend in the wheelchair was the one who broke it! I have perfect balance!”
Puck chuckles as Quinn’s mouth opens and closes like a fish. “That was you?!”
“Well I needed those files. Now that the computer is broken, you’re going to have to come back to Washington with me.”
Immediately, Puck disagrees. “Hell no! You lost your chance. She’s NSA property. She’s coming with me. ”
As they argue back and forth, Quinn hears faint music being played from what sounded like down below.
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Calm like a bomb
Ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite
That now familiar sensation comes once again. Blueprints to a building, bomb detonating, high pitched noises, people screaming, blood.
As soon as she snapped out of her trance, Quinn notices Rachel and Puck staring at her with panic and almost horror on their faces. “What just happened?”
Quinn answers in a rush of words. “Ever since I opened that email I’ve been getting these weird flashes when some songs are playing. And I think there’s going to be an explosion in that hotel.” She points to the tall building across the street.
Puck is still pointing his gun at her. “Well is there time to stop it?”
“Stop it?”
Rachel and Puck give her the same exasperated look. Puck answers, holstering his gun. “Well yeah. We are the good guys.”
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The trio bursts into the hotel. “Which way do we go?”
“The fastest Quinn!”
“Well okay then.” She takes off sprinting through the pond in the center of the lobby towards the ballroom the conference is taking place in. She hears Puck and Rachel splashing around as they follow her.
As soon as they step foot inside the room, Quinn is scanning the room for the bomb. Nothing looked out of place, except for that flashy DJ booth. The clock on the system is counting down and there’s only two minutes left. She taps the microphone attached to the booth. “Umm… could everyone in the room could slowly get up and leave the room in an orderly fashion? There’s a bomb in here.”
The room explodes as people scramble to get out as fast as they can. Puck growls at Quinn, “Nice job! You’re some kind of music genius aren’t you? Fix this!”
Quinn runs her hand through her hair. “Okay, okay. I can do this… Oh!” She pulls a flash drive out of her bag and plugs it into the system, mashing the play button as soon as the file opens.
Never gonna give you up,
Never gonna let you down,
Never gonna run around and desert you…
The sound distorted and the sound fizzled out. 3…2…1…Nothing.
“YES!” Quinn leapt up with her hands in the air. Rachel watches with a small smile on her face and Puck shakes his head, looking slightly impressed.
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As soon as they are cleared to leave, Puck and Rachel go back to arguing about which one of them would take Quinn to Washington D.C. Quinn interrupts them saying, “I’m not going with either of you. You need me and I’m going home.”
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When she walks through the door of the apartment, Brittany and Artie are upon her, bombarding her with questions. Without a word, she draws them to her in an awkward hug. Artie’s chair is pressing into her leg and her face is pressed into Brittany’s chin, but it is perfect. Finn walks in the room. “Group hug? Awesome!” He walks over sandwiching Brittany and Quinn in his arms as he lifts them both of them up.
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She’s in her room when Rachel calls. “They’ve decided to let you stay in LA. But you can’t tell anyone a thing. Not if you want to keep them safe.”
Quinn nods. “Gotcha. My mouth is zipped.” She smiles when she hears Rachel’s soft laugh over the phone. She goes silent when Rachel addresses her with a serious voice. “Please trust me Quinn. The only thing I’ll ever ask you to do is to trust me.”
Quinn responds softy, “I’ll try. But can I ask you one thing? You said Jesse was your partner. Was that all he ever was to you?”
There’s a pause before Rachel responds. “Yes. We were only partners. It was completely professional.”
“Thanks Rachel that’s all I wanted to know. Bye.”
Rachel hangs up the phone before turning back to face her laptop. She closes it with a sigh when she sees the picture of her and Jesse kissing under the Eiffel Tower.
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The next day, Quinn is working at the counter when her boss Figgins approaches her. “Quinn. You need to train the new salesman. I would but I’m too busy with the budgeting.”
“Yeah sure Figgins. I got it.” She goes outside to greet her new coworker and gasps when she sees Puck standing there with a smirk on his face. He tosses his head to the left and Quinn turns to see Rachel cleaning the table outside of the nearby ice cream store. There’s music playing from the store’s speakers.
No good deed goes unpunished
No act of charity goes unresented
No good deed goes unpunished
Quinn is hoping she gets used to the rush in her head when it hits her full on. Rachel engaging two men in a fight, she kills both of them, looks at and shoots camera that’s filming her.
Shocked, Quinn squeaks and weakly waves when Rachel smiles at her from across the courtyard. Don’t panic!