What Remains to be Seen: Part 1
Title: What Remains to be Seen
Pairing: Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray
Summary: Detective Quinn Fabray is on the search for a killer. Rachel Berry isn't that killer, is she? Characters from Dexter will make an appearance in the story. Very AU but give it a shot. Tell me if it's worth continuing or if this is a plot bunny that should be defenestrated (thrown out the window).
Rating: M (mostly for language)
Her fingers delved into her pocket, pulling out a small crumpled box. A small flame lit the dark street corner for a brief second as a hand was dragged through the long blonde locks.
“Didn’t think you’d show.”
Completely startled, the blonde took a drag, turning slowly to acknowledge the new presence. “I never give up a lead, Frank.”
The man paused, hesitating before coming underneath the light of the street lamp, keeping his hat angled down to cover his face.
The woman took another drag before letting the cigarette slip from her fingers, the heel of her boot extinguishing the small flame.
Sneering, the man tilted his face up, revealing a long scar along his left cheek, “That’s littering, Officer Fabray. You could get fined for that.”
“It’s Detective Fabray and you can fuck off.”
“Quite a mouth you got on there. You really go kissing your mother with that mouth, Detective?”
Scoffing, the blonde rolled her eyes, a quick retort already escaping her lips. “No, but I kissed yours with it last night.”
“Well, fuck me with a hammer-“
“That can be arranged…” The detective mumbles under her breath.
“The rumors are true. You’re a fucking lez, aren’t you copper?”
In less time than it would have taken Frank to blink, he had his back pressed up against a brick wall and the barrel of a Glock handgun pressed to his temple.
The next time Quinn spoke, it was low and to the point. “I’ve got about twenty minutes before I have to be home and if you don’t tell me where the fuck Freebo is, I’m going to blow your fucking kneecap off for leading me on, got it, Frank?”
“I- I- Last I heard, Freebo was hiding out at this girl’s place.”
Releasing her hold on Frank, Quinn stepped back and dusted her jacket off. “Elaborate on this girl for me, Frankie.”
The man sighed, rubbing his temple before glaring at the nonchalant detective. “I think you fucking bruised me.”
“Get over it, Lundy. Who’s the girl?”
“Rachel something.”
Quinn groaned, eyes blazing, “Give me the something, Frank, and quit pissing me off.”
“I don’t know. Bear? Berry? It started with a ‘B’ and that’s all I know.” Frank spits out.
Suddenly, the man doubled over with a small yellow envelope. With a loud groan, he straightened up hesitantly but began to finger through the contents.
“I thought we agreed on $300.”
Quinn let out a harsh laugh as she lit up another cigarette, “No, Lundy. You agreed on $300. I figured half that would be good enough.”
With that, the detective turned on her heel, the small flickering light trailing her way back to her car.
Her black Camero roared to life and with a quick glance over her shoulder, she pulled onto the street.
Rolling to a smooth stop at a red light, she pulled open Freebo’s file, her fingers dancing over the familiar words.
Age: 23.
Last seen: Gray’s Nightclub.
Last seen, nearly a week ago. The man had vanished after partaking in a bar fight.
“The question is, where are you now, you son of a bitch?”
A loud honk shook her out of her thoughts and Quinn pressed down on the gas but not before throwing a lovely parting gesture out her window.
With a quick glance in her rearview mirror, she pulled up her phone, eyes flickering between the small screen and the road.
“DL57Q12.” She’d have to see if she could get Finn to nail the asshole with a ticket. What was the point of having friends who were meter maids if you couldn’t nail a bastard or two with a fine?
Freebo’s case really had wormed itself inside her head.
Fred Bowman. He was a small time drug dealer who had recently committed the murder of two college girls. After an altercation at a small club, Bowman had split the second cops were called to the scene.
Despite the department’s initial belief that Freebo had left the immediate area, there had been a recent sighting of the suspect which was at the moment, the only lead they had.
It was a stupid case, Quinn knew that. Lundy’s lead was bullshit, she could vouch for that. Pulling out her phone again, the blonde pushed a few buttons and held the phone to her ear waiting for the familiar voice.
“Morgan.”
“Deb, Lundy’s a bust.”
Quinn heard her sigh, disappointed and knew that her superior had been depending on this panning out as much as she had.
“What did he have for us?”
“Berry.”
“Berry? Rachel Berry?” Deb asked with confusion evident in her voice.
“The one and only, Morgan.”
A slight pause, then, “Fuck it. I’m gonna call the case off. We’ve got more important cases to worry about and we’re not getting anywhere with this one.”
Deb disconnected immediately, obviously upset. It wasn’t to be unexpected. This was the girl’s first lead case and Quinn understood her need to succeed.
The blonde pulled on to her street, letting a yawn escape as she slowed down in front of a quaint little home. Putting the car in park, she rubbed at her face, sighing disappointedly.
Her shoulders slumped, feet dragged, mouth firmly fixated in a frown; she pushed her key into the lock and pushed at the door, groaning when it didn’t give way.
She gripped the handle and jiggled the key, face smushed against the door as she waited for the elusive sign that the lock had indeed been opened. A small click signaled her success and green eyes fluttered in relief as she stepped inside.
Her keys made the familiar jingle as they fell into a small bowl by the door. Moving towards the fridge, she opened it and reached straight for a cold beer. She had been fumbling through the drawer for the bottle opener for a few moments when it appeared right in front of her.
Reaching forward, Quinn grabbed the offering and relished in the sound of the soft hiss of the bottle as soft lips pressed to her cheek.
“Hard day?”
The blonde turned towards the brunette woman in her kitchen, smiling softly at her girlfriend. “You have no idea, babe.”
“Hmmm…well, dinner will be on the table in a moment. So wash your hands and don’t forget to clean under your nails. Proper hygiene is the first defense against germs according to several respectable doctors including-“
“I know. I know. I’m going,” Quinn interrupted, turning towards the sink. She ran her hands underneath the lukewarm water, scraping under her nails as she knew her girlfriend’s gaze was lingering on her hands.
“You missed a spot.”
“Sorry.” Quinn muttered, digging under her nail a little harder to get whatever gunk was trapped out. She had grown to tolerate her girlfriend’s quirks and even gone as far as to endear a few here and there.
She grabbed the towel nearby, drying her hands nearby as she watched the other woman flutter around the kitchen. “Can I ask you something?”
“Hot…hot…hot…” The brunette muttered, carrying a hot plate over to the table. Wiping her hands on her apron, she looked up to meet the detective’s, her eyes questioning. “Sure, Quinn. What’s up?”
“You know I went to talk to a possible lead in the Freebo case today, right?”
Nodding, the brunette reached around to undo her apron.
“No luck?”
“No. But he did have something interesting to say.”
At the tilt of the other woman’s head, Quinn continued, “What I want to know is why the name of a certain girlfriend of mine is coming up in my homicide case.”
The other woman pauses, “What are you talking about, Quinn?”
“I’m hoping that it’s just a coincidence that Lundy’s dropping your name in this case, Rachel.”
“Of course, it is, Quinn! It’s absurd to think that I would have anything to do with a homicide.”
Quinn’s gaze steeled as she pulled her chair out, sitting down and crossing her arms. “Prove it.”
Author's Note: This is something that's been tugging at my brain for a while now. I finally started writing it out and this is what emerged. Please leave your thoughts because you will help me decide whether I will follow through on this or if I will file it away as one of my crack!fic ideas that lead nowhere. Please and thank you. :)