rowing up, they spent the majority of their time at the mall, since it was likely the safest place to be that didn't require payment to flow around. They never actually bought anything-Santana's five-finger discount wasn't just the same-but they did see a lot of other people buy things.Santana would consider her into a shop at random and give her tell her just what a client was leaving to buy. They wouldn't forget the center until she got a soul in every store right, even the ones that went in wanting nothing at all. Rachel always hated doing it, still hated looking at a mortal and judging them based on their outward show to the world. People had been doing that to her all her life-so she knew just how it felt-but later a while Rachel learned that most of the time life was made up of a lot of things that she really didn't wish to do.The dopey guy's head flew up in her way at the good of her heels echoing around the room. His vivid dark eyes tracked her arrival, as he speedily ran a pass through his short black hair in an effort to prepare himself a little more presentable.Rachel was half-expecting him to lash out a mirror, when he sprang up from his chair-the ancient part of wood threatening to decay to pieces with a loud disgruntled groan-and stumbled uncoordinatedly toward her with the goodwill of a pig in a china shop. His exuberance was most charming and it helped distract from the fact that his motor functions hadn't quite caught up to the giant size of his body just quite yet.He was the just one in the bullpen at the moment-thankfully a guest spot on Law and Put back in the former years of her career afforded her with the correct terminology-but there were seven other empty desks paired off and facing each other throughout the room. Those big whiteboards on wheels were scattered around as well, almost one to every couple of desks and so a giant one was pasted against the far wall to keep track of open and closed cases.It all seemed pretty mundane-personally she had expected more from the hq of her adversaries-and holy Barbra the slate coloured walls were just tragic. She couldn't help but wonder if Homicide Division had it better. A nice marigold yellow on the walls seemed completely plausible to clear the years of people dealing with dispatch and death throughout the workweek. With insurance, robberies were almost essentially victimless crimes-petty thievery was too insulting to the trade to count-so if severity was how wall colour was determined by the NYPD, slate did seem kind of fitting on the brightness scale for Robbery Division."Hi, I'm Finn, Detective Finn_I mean, Detective Hudson," he stammered excitedly as he finally reached her with the same silly smile still plastered to his face, though it had turned a little sheepish in fall of his greeting. "Can I assist you with something?"She looked up at him, giving him a shy smile and flipping her hair back, just like Brittany had told her during Santana's mandatory-by terror of death-seminar on seduction before she left. He almost seemed to teeter dangerously in reaction and Rachel had to quench her natural reaction to jump back to redeem herself from being clobbered if he really did go down.Instead, she nodded, biting her lip slightly and battling her eyelashes. Rachel couldn't help wondering how Santana thought this could possibly function in between."I'm actually here to ask about someone. Do you believe you could assist me?"If it was possible, Finn seemed even taller, as he straightened up and nodded eagerly to shew her he was the man for the job. "Sure, just tell me who it is and I can all help get them. It's too bad you weren't looking for me, 'cause I'd be slow to see because I'm right here."Rachel wasn't exactly sure if he was jesting with her or being completely serious. At any rate, it was sincere-the gleaming authenticity to his eyes was difficult to contend with-so Rachel responded to that.She reached out, making certain to meet his forearm to start the daily contact she'd learned in the tutorial, and said, "Yes, that is unfortunate but if I always return, I'll know just where to get you."Finn smiled cheerily in reaction with this glazed over look that let Rachel know he didn't see the bulk of what she said. He nodded enthusiastically anyway though and the vain, attention seeking fraction of herself couldn't help but see his readiness to please her attractive. In another life, Rachel could definitely see herself wanting him desperately."Yeah, for sure," Finn exclaimed before quickly looked round and settling his eyes back on her. "Um_do you need to sit down or_oh who was it you were looking for? I can't remember if you told me or not."She nodded slightly and followed Finn back toward his desk. She was silent a few steps behind him-thanks to his abnormally long legs-so he was capable to make another battered chair from somewhere previously unknown and set it beside his desk before she arrived. Finn waved his giant arms towards it prior to sitting down in his own chair with a loud thump. The chair furiously protested and Rachel was certainly to sit daintily on hers, just in case.He was look at her, waiting eagerly for her to speak, and Rachel smiled, surprisingly without much thought. She knew it was that portion of her that wanted the steadfast adoration he was offering, but the fact nevertheless remained that liking him made this a lot more unmanageable than she had anticipated. Nevertheless, she was Rachel Berry and there was no way she was leaving to cover down, especially not during one of Santana's plans."Quinn Fabray, I suppose Detective Fabray if you wanted to be formal, which I'm hoping won't be the type soon enough," Rachel rambled and when she noticed the disappointed look on his face, she acted like she was surprised that she saw it there. "Is something wrong? Can you not place her? I reckon I'm early-""No, I mean, yes I can get her, nothing's wrong," he sighed with a small shake of his head. "I must've messed up the messages again, sorry. Her and her partner are questioning a suspect. I didn't think she had the night off tonight."Rachel smiled, nodding absently. She, of course, already knew where Quinn was. The blonde had told her during their claim to explain how busy she actually was. Arriving early had all been about looking for a guy like Finn, and unfortunately, it would never quite be for the reasons he wanted."She doesn't," informed Rachel with almost an amused twinge to her lips, "but I convinced her to let me to follow her to dinner on her break."Finn glanced over to a desk across the room closest to the whiteboard on the wall-Rachel imagined that it was Quinn's-before looking backward at her with another giant smile."She works a lot," he admitted with a little nod. "Hopefully she didn't forget about your dinner, she gets distracted by make a lot too. They're on this big case, so she might've, but if she did, don't worry, I can go with you."Rachel looked at him, completely floored by his deficiency of tact. That small section of her that wanted him, briefly acknowledged that his ignorance would get more annoying than she might be capable to hold after a while. Everything else was trying not to direct the unintentional bait he had provided but she couldn't help herself. She was curious by nature and even the scourge of Santana soaking all her place in beef broth for deviating from the program was slowly losing against Rachel's need to love everything.And then, finally the dam just broke. Rachel leaned in conspiringly; biting her lip, almost like she was sure Santana would pop out from underneath a desk with a soup can in one pass and one of Rachel's most prized Jimmy Choos in the other."Case? She never mentioned that. Of course, I probably wouldn't be capable to cover the bulk of it, so I think that power be why she felt it essential to forgo discussing it. Maybe you could try to excuse it to me though. I have, after all, taken countless roles as characters in law enforcement," she said quickly in a muted whisper for dramatic effect.Finn looked genuinely confused, almost wish he didn't recognize the significance of his former words. Rachel waited impatiently, as she watched him replay his argument in his mind more than once, until finally a light came on.He smiled brightly, almost excited at the scene of sharing a mystery that could move and possibly win him the daughter in return. Rachel knew then that Santana was going to kill her if she always found out-this was so far off the reserve of the programme it wasn't even laughable-but she hoped Santana would be a bit more forgiving if she had information about Quinn's case against them to deal in return."It's a robbery crew, two of them, maybe three. Q's been on it off the book for a while until Capt'n gave her the slip last week. She found a suspect or something; I'm not sure. She doesn't really speak to me much, only Puck, sometimes," Finn explained with a slight lean of his head.Rachel tried not to demonstrate how sad the word was, especially now that she had decided to put more in this than a plot of cops and robbers. She was really concerned in pursuing Quinn. There was merely something about her that drew Rachel in, even in the current reality that the blonde was running towards arresting her and coming nearer than most ever had.Their brief first meeting-in the thick of Santana's snarky comments and Puck's creepy leering-when almost everything they both said to each other were lies, she had felt something. Rachel had thought Quinn did too but Finn was doing a sound job at making her think otherwise. Still, she couldn't help but hope he was wrong."Sounds like she's good at her job," Rachel offered with a little smile because if anything she was certainly of that.Finn's whole face seemed to descend when he realized his project to amaze had somehow gone awry. He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, though his narrowed eyes but made him look bitter. "She's okay, I guess, but I suppose I could totally be better. I could, you know, show you, if you want, like dinner or something?"Rachel raised her eyebrows in surprise because she hadn't actually expected him to get out and ask her. Unfortunately, this was the bit that Santana had made her repeat ten times, so it would almost make her feel invested in breaking his heart. It wasn't really working but she required to do it before Quinn appeared to make her out. Despite everything, all of her still wanted to make the blonde a fortune and that small office that was attracted to Finn had no way to compete."Finn," she started, letting his call and her aggravated tone fall between them, "I can't think why you'd ask me such a thing, when I'm clearly here for a date with one of your colleagues. It's completely inappropriate and I tried to be the bigger person and cut your previous blatant disregard for gentlemanly conduct but I cannot any longer. I'll put it as simply as I possibly can: please check with your advances, I'm not interested."His mouth open and close like a fish out of h2o and Rachel tried her best not to wince at the wounded look he was giving her. She couldn't even blame Santana because Rachel was the one that picked Quinn over Finn. Sure at the time, Finn was only a faceless employee of the NYPD, but it was him all the same."Rachel?" Quinn's voice said from behind her and Rachel was happy for any apology to get out from the dejected looks of Finn Hudson. Of course, the ground being Quinn was decidedly a lot nicer. "You're early. I scarcely want to change-""No," Rachel exclaimed, jumping from her place beside Finn and walk towards Quinn, who was yet standing shocked in the lip of the hall she had appeared from. The tiny brunette couldn't imagine why Quinn wanted to change, when the blonde's charcoal slacks looked like they were painted on and her silky black blouse made Rachel yearn to refer to find the tender skin underneath. "You look absolutely stunning and I already feel guilty enough for luring you out from you're work. I care that anymore of your time spent on me could ultimately tip my karmic scale unfavorably in the light of such gluttonous greed."Quinn smiled, clearly amused by the roll before Puck barged in from behind them, seemingly purposely knocking the blonde aside into Rachel to get done to his desk. Rachel swiftly nodded, when Quinn looked at her to see if she was okay, and then hazel eyes zeroed in on the aggravated guy shuffling around at his desk."Jeez, watch where you're going, you dumbass," the blonde growled and Puck just flipped her the fowl in response."Whatever, Fabray," he scoffed, crossing his arms defiantly. "Have fun on your date."Quinn rolled her eyes and quickly grabbed Rachel's hand to tug her off from the bullpen, whispering an excuse for Puck's actions on the way out. The tiny brunette didn't heed the commotion, much less blamed the blonde for any of it, she was hardly more disordered than anything. Looking back briefly, Finn's hurt looks weren't all that surprising, but Puck's angry glare definitely was. Rachel was certain she hadn't done anything to countenance such a bet in the brief time he'd been at her apartment, but her personality was a lot to have in. Adolescence had taught her that.While Quinn was hailing a cab, Rachel texted Santana and so quickly silenced her phone. Her share of the project was through and she cherished to love her time with Quinn while she could, just incase it off into another field of her life that was all for show.
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