Chapter 19: Play No Games

It was the sun that woke her up; the bright rays feeling as if they were trying to penetrate into her soul. But it didn't seem to have much of a problem, considering she was pretty much an open book lately, especially with Rachel curled on top of her fast asleep. As foolish as it sounds, Rachel was able to bury into her and pull out anything she wanted, and Quinn let her.

It no longer pained Quinn to say that she wasn't going to try to escape her problems anymore but face them head on. And currently, it seemed to be working out for her pretty well. It would seem that her family was back in sync now, and Quinn had realized that the only thing that was off key was her, and it took a take no prisoners Broadway star to make her realize it. And for that Quinn would always be grateful, Rachel made things Quinn believed too great to conquer possible. But she loved the slumbering woman for that; well she just loved Rachel in general too.

So she was fine taking the immense amount of flack from the guys, mostly along the lines of making whip cracking noises every time she did something for Rachel, or in Artie's words calling her sprung every second. But honestly, Quinn didn't mind, it had been quite some time since she could actually admit to being happy, so she took all the comments in stride. Plus she knew the guys were just happy that she was actually smiling again, and Puck had mentioned that he was glad Santana was no longer on his ass about being a proper second in command and bringing his captain back to the light.

Speaking of Santana Quinn had received an email a few hours ago from the dark haired agent with only three words. SHE SAID YES!

And before Quinn could even hammer out a reply another email popped up, this one slightly longer. You're my maid of honor bitch!

So both her and Rachel had congratulated the newly engaged couple and Quinn couldn't be more content with every thing going on with both her own life and her friends. Well aside from the stalker who's letters seemed to be getting more and more cryptic the past two days, and the almost foreboding echo in Sue's voice when she asked if she knew what she was getting herself into, she was happily in a world of bliss.

Her team had just left Venice, where Message Winds had been screened at two film festivals and now were onto the last stop in Rachel's international movie promo tour, Rio de Janeiro.

The jet banked left slightly and caused Rachel to shift unconsciously in Quinn's lap and the blonde groaned quietly. Her mind starting to wander to the night before when Rachel had given her a lapdance like she majored in it, it was mind blowing to say the least and when Rachel plopped down into Quinn's lap instead of the vacant seat across from her, there was no way in hell Quinn was going to complain.

Quinn groaned again as Rachel buried her face into her neck, and the blonde agent realized the woman was no longer asleep as she felt warm kisses being pressed to her already heated skin.

"Good morning." Quinn spoke as she looked down into chocolate orbs.

"Hey." Rachel rasped, easily leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the blonde's lips. "I'm going to get up so you can stretch your legs out."

Rachel moved to rise but strong arms firmly held her in place, and she couldn't help the playful smile that overtook her face.

"No," Quinn whined. "You're not going anywhere yet."

"Quinn I've been asleep on you for at least four hours, you need to move your legs before you get a blood clot."

An adorable pout crossed the blonde's features. "It's not like you stayed in the same position the whole time." Rachel narrowed her eyes as Quinn fidgeted under her. "You're very active in your sleep."

"Oh really?" Rachel smirked, noticing the darker hue in Quinn's expressive eyes.

Quinn rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Yes really, and you know exactly what I'm talking about. And after last night I can't say I don't enjoy the feel of you on my lap again."

Rachel leaned in, making sure to push her ass into Quinn just enough to entice the idea then husked lowly into her ear. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed this, and last night, but I know you're going to enjoy even more what I have in store tonight."

Quinn sprang up, careful to shift Rachel off of her and into the seat while simultaneously trying to calm her racing heart and the throb in her pants. "I think I will stretch for a bit."

Rachel smiled up at Quinn in triumph. "You do that."

The blonde let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through her blonde hair. She shook her head then leaned over Rachel so her hands were on both armrests, her lips poised on the shell of Rachel's ear.

"This isn't over beautiful." And with that Quinn spun around and moved to the front of plane where the guys were, leaving Rachel hot and excited for the challenge.

This little game between her and Quinn had developed just yesterday and already it was getting too hard to hold out. They both had agreed to a temporary ceasefire after she had skillfully rendered Quinn into quivering mess at the upscale dance club they had attended last night for Luna's birthday party.

The whole cast and crew were there so it was quite easy for Rachel to sneak away with Quinn into one of the rooms in the back and have her way with the woman.

Rachel shivered just thinking about the way Quinn had sounded last night, and the way she had turned into a primal animal when she had told the once stone faced agent to take her back to the hotel. From that point on it was clear that Rachel had won for the night and now it seemed Quinn was betting on getting back in the game.

But really Rachel didn't matter who won because in retrospect they both did in the end, it just meant a lot to Rachel to see Quinn smile so easily, and not to mention just see the wanting look in Quinn's eyes all time.

It was addicting and terrifying at the same time but she wouldn't have it any differently. She had taken major risks in her relationship with Quinn, which despite the rocky start, had paid off.

After everything that had happened in Paris, Quinn just seemed more at ease. She was joking around more with Puck and Mike again, indulged in the comic book stories Sam and Artie were always discussing and while in Venice even entertained the idea of agreeing to make a pit stop in Ohio for her high school reunion once they got back to the states.

Venice had been the perfect place to go after the heaviness of Paris and it had seemed, if even possible, to bring her and Quinn closer. They had continued to share their lives, their hearts, their dreams and now there was nothing but unwavering trust between them.

Nothing to hold them back from expressing their desires with one another and the lives they wished to live in the years to come. However, Rachel wouldn't say that they avoided talking about the very near future, it was just something she didn't want to talk about and she knew that Quinn didn't particularly want to either.

The idea of Quinn no longer being around her most of the time, was the terrifying part of their relationship. Because first and foremost Quinn was a CIA agent, not Rachel's bodyguard, so therefore once this whole thing with her stalker was over, Quinn would be on another mission.

Thrown back into the dangers of the world that Rachel didn't even want to understand.

She was scared for the woman she was hopelessly in love with, and so she was at a point where she was going to take everything day by day and not think about what was going to come of them when everything was all over. Because she honestly believed that it would work out for the best.

Rachel stared towards where Quinn was sitting with the guys, staring intently at the computer screen Artie was pointing at, and Rachel couldn't stop the warm feeling that overtook her.

Aside from the special secret agents who surrounded her and a crazed stalker, Rachel's life was pretty normal at the moment. The tour was getting along wonderfully and she had an amazing family around her. In another world it was like she was fit with four overprotective brothers, two charming and intelligent uncles in Clive and Joel, a wise grandma in Diane, a sisterly aunt in Sela, a crazy artist like cousin in Luna, and let her not forget the newly engaged couple who seemed to brighten her day even more with the endless amounts of emails she was receiving from Brittany in the past hours and the random one liners from Santana.

And she couldn't forget Kurt, who still hadn't stopped asking for details about what he liked to call the "Wooing of Ice Quinn". And that led her to Quinn; the piece that completed her seemingly normal life, a love that meant more to her than any other.

It was as normal as she was going to get, but Rachel would take it over any other life plan she could draw up for herself at the moment.

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Sam sat quietly on a rooftop across from the Municipal Theater, the shadows provided by the setting sun making him invisible. He slowly scoped the perimeter, making sure to analyze each face entering the classical theatre before Rachel was to make her appearance.

He scanned each face slowly, glad that his photographic memory had held up despite the numerous head injuries he had sustained over the years and the stress that had amounted atop of his conscious this past year. It was difficult for him especially, the feeling of hopelessness that came when he had first received the word on Quinn after her Paris job.

At that time the docs were unsure if she was even going to live because of the amount of blood she had lost and he, for the first time since he had joined the special operations department in the CIA, was afraid. The brawl that broke out between Puck, Sebastian, and himself that took Mike and four other guys to break up really solidified just how much rage was built up within the rest of their team, and was taken out on Sebastian because of his lack of tact to say the least.

But when they all got back to the states shortly after and went to visit their leader it was as if all the built up rage was exasperated and just focused on taking out all the people who put Quinn in that hospital bed, ended the lives of the rookies and buried his former leader in months of psychological torment and periods of PTSD.

So, when Santana and Puck had let him know about what they were planning, he was all in, because despite what Quinn may say, he was supposed to be there, he was her eyes, he was supposed to have her back. And he didn't. So now he would do what he was supposed to do, protect his team, and take care of business.

"What do we got Eagle Eyes?" Quinn voiced just as he knew the car carrying her, Rachel, and Mike were approaching.

"All clear Boss." Sam replied, zeroing in his scope on the black limousine.

He watched alertly as Andre hopped out of the front and moved toward the back, he saw Mike exit the other side and suddenly blend into the crowd of paparazzi and fans lining the entrance way, then Quinn stepped out of the limo first.

She looked beautiful and if Sam didn't know the blonde he would really believe that she was a model and with the way she stared into the limo as Rachel stepped out and took her hand, he would no doubt put money on the relationship between Rachel Berry and Lucy Summers.

Like Puck always says, there really is no shame in appreciating the love between two beautiful women – and boy did he appreciate it.

Rachel and Quinn were like Lois Lane and Superman, or Cyclops and Jean Grey. They were inevitable, but didn't realize it for a while, which makes all other people involved really frustrated. But alas, in the end they finally realize they are meant to be after helping each other realize their great potential and then BAM its like Woodstock, minus the drugs and debacle and keeping the endless amount of love and music.

Sam thought they were perfect together, Quinn was all serious and broody, and Rachel was all free spirited and energetic, but when they were together it was like the final showdown in Avatar – crazy awesome.

He hadn't seen Quinn as happy as she has been in the last few days since they had all performed at Beth's surprise birthday party two years ago. One of his golden moments if he may say, but the smile Quinn wore that day could only be rivaled by the one she wore right now looking at Rachel. He was excited for the day that he would have a relationship like they had.

It was one worthy of a comic he would subscribe to. A badass secret agent with dark demons falling for a haughty celebrity who has a hard time taking no for an answer and even harder time following directions.

The first round of reads would be just filled with sexual tension that he himself had suffocated in when both Quinn and Rachel were trying to act as if they both didn't want to jump each other's bones.

The next releases would be the haughty celebrity really being lovable and understanding and the badass agent finally softening up the hard walls around them and letting said lovable and understanding celebrity in. He wasn't exactly sure what went down between Rachel and Quinn when they had went out in Paris and it wasn't his place to know, but what he did know is that that morning Quinn went out still a shadow and then she came back that night and it was like Storm had come and lit up the world with lightning.

So for the final act of this particularly epic comic, they would live happily ever after fighting off villains and saving the world.

Totally doable.

He'd read it for sure, and he knew Artie would too. Mike might after he does whatever he does in the war room and even though Puck would just look at the pictures the team was completely behind their relationship.

Sam didn't care at all that the team was protecting Rachel, despite Quinn's early words of remorse, sometimes you couldn't fight who you fall for. Plus not only was Rachel super cool, had an awesome house, went to some gorgeous sites, and talked comic books with him sometimes even though she only really read Archie and Jughead when she was in high school, but she brought back the boss that was Quinn Fabray. So Rachel was pretty amazing in his book.

Sam kept the scope trained on Rachel as she moved down the red carpet towards the door, stopping ever so often to answer a few questions. Quinn was only a few steps ahead of Rachel, her eyes trained on the brunette the whole time.

"How's it looking up there Aquaman?" Puck questioned, the brunette man's eyes stealthy sweeping the theatre, waiting for Rachel and Quinn to come in.

"Calm waters out here." He quipped out. He knew that Rachel's stalker wasn't in attendance; hell the team knew he probably was back in the states. They were close, he knew it, which what made him nervous in more ways than one.

Not only were they going to face Rachel's stalker, completing the mission and moving on to something most likely thousands of miles away from Los Angeles, but soon Quinn and Rachel would be separated. There's a plausible reason why not getting involved with a suspect, target, or protective mark unless specified previously within the mission data is a rule bolded on the second to last page of the rules and regulations handbook they all had to memorize front to back during training.

Since he's been with the agency, he has yet to hear of one relationship that has ended well between an agent and one of the bolded options despite the copious amounts of agents who divulge in breaking one of the most realistic rules.

Despite the low numbers he did however know that the painstakingly high numbers of therapy sessions following missions had something to do with the rule.

Sam saw the pain that many agents wore coming off missions where the relationship they entered ended badly, and in more cases than one death. The job they had decided to take was one of the most dangerous; the number of married agents still in their department was less than twenty for a reason.

Sam tightened his hand around his rifle, making sure that Rachel and Quinn were completely inside of the theatre before he lessened his grip. The wind whipped around his face as he watched Mike slip inside moments before the doors finally closed. Sam quickly checked his watch, seeing that the movie would be starting in a few minutes.

"All good in the sky Boss." Sam voiced to Quinn even though he was sure he probably wouldn't get any response.

"And now we wait." Sam said into the wind, loosening his hands and taking his eyes away from the scope, happy with Andre standing at entrance with two other huge security guards and Dante inside the lobby.

The stars were bright above the theatre and Sam decided that if he was sure about anything, it was that if anybody could successfully break the red rule it was Quinn. Quinn and Rachel, he was sure of it, they were Clark Kent and Lois Lane, Cyclops and Jean Grey and he believed in that.

He was Sam Evans, top shot in the CIA, avid subscriber to the Comic-Con webinars, and one fifth of Alpha Team One. So people should trust his judgment.

Sam smiled up towards the sky, he believed in them.

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The lights came on slowly as the theatre applauded as the familiar credits began to roll and she couldn't help but join in. As always, Rachel's ability to surprise her continued.

Quinn had seen Message Winds enough times now to recite most if not all of the dialogue; however, each time see watched it see saw something new. She discovered tonight that the small smile Rachel's character makes after Wes' characters attempt to woe her are thwarted by small pranking children is entirely real. She's seen the smile before, many times actually when Rachel teases her about something or another that the petite diva finds amusing.

Quinn's job is to read between the lines in between the already pointed out lines, and that's given her the ability to see that Rachel was meant for this.

Acting was her passion that much was obvious; it showed on the screen just minutes ago. She was in her element, so much so that the Rachel didn't just become her character, the character became Rachel, she was sure of it.

If it were any other person Quinn would most likely use the two and a half hour movie time to formulate different set plans for what was likely to come when they returned to LA at the end of the week. But instead she was enraptured, her whole attention on Rachel acting before her on the large screen, and when Rachel wasn't in the shot, she admired the real thing right next to her.

Rachel was hugging Sela whom stood next to her, embracing her just as tightly as she did in the film.

The bonds that the blonde agent had forged with Rachel's cast, aside from Wes who luckily stayed a great distance from her most of the time, had been something Quinn hadn't expected.

She was quite fond of them all. Joel was a confidant to her and she found that they were quite similar in their beliefs, Clive was a proper father figure she never had, who actually encouraged instead of scolded and also gave her a pretty good threat if she were to hurt his on-screen daughter. Then there were Sela and Diane, a mother grandmother duo that loved Rachel like she was really their blood and therefore loved Quinn because of Rachel.

And the way that they treated Rachel and thereby extension her was like something she had never experienced.

Her own mother and father had never been particularly loving, thus she had turned out similarly, holding everyone at a safe distance until she assessed what it really was they wanted from her.

The only member of her family she spoke to was Frannie and when she had woken up from her coma she had asked her sister if she had called their parents and luckily Frannie knew better, and Quinn had listed only her sister as her immediate family emergency contact.

So Quinn had then made her sister promise to notify them only if she was dead. That led to a lot of scolding from her older sister that didn't stop until her nephew and brother-in-law walked in.

Quinn had dreamed of a family like Frannie's ever since she had been pregnant with Beth, and the person she shared that family with was always faceless.

But now it wasn't anymore and Quinn just hoped that her choice of occupation wouldn't completely destroy her relationship with Rachel like it had with so many of her colleagues.

"Hey are you ready?" Rachel asked, squeezing Quinn's waist. "Everyone's starting to head over to the after showing event."

Quinn was becoming more and more sure, as they passed through each city, that this movie was already making its mark, and now there were only two more premieres in the states before the movie was released in select theatres before going nationwide.

It was fantastic really that she got to share these moments with Rachel but the idea of going to another after showing event didn't exactly appease the need boiling within her for the past two hours.

"Do we have to go?" Quinn asked grabbing at Rachel's waist, before they walked out the theatre doors into the lobby, pulling her close.

The huskiness of Quinn's voice had Rachel turning to stare into darkened hazel eyes. Rachel was slightly shocked to see that Quinn was so turned on, and by the way the special agent was biting her lip was trying to not take her where they stood, barely a few feet from hundreds of people.

Rachel really should be embarrassed that she entertained the thought of just closing the theatre doors and letting Quinn have her way with her but she wasn't. But she was far from it actually, plus she knew that tonight was there last night of freedom before the real storm started and the team of agents around her really showcased just how dangerous they really were.

So, Rachel contemplated the thought of not going to the after showing, and following Quinn wherever she wanted to go, but Rachel was winning this game that was playing out so she would let Quinn sweat a little more. Let the tension sparking between them grow so that when she decided to make her move Quinn would forget her strikingly competitive nature and let Rachel have her again like last night.

Oh gosh, just thinking of last night made Rachel squirm in the arms still tightly wrapped around her waist.

"Come on Rach, I know you're thinking about the same thing I am." Quinn whispered, the warmth of her voice sending shocks down Rachel's spine. "God Rachel just the thought of the way you moved last night is making me want to slam these doors shut and fuck you next to that screen back there where you just dazzled those hundred people outside."

Rachel let out a whimper before she could compose herself, excitement and desire surging through her veins at the thought of Quinn's hands inside of her in a theatre like this. In a theatre where a movie she might just complete her dream because of premiered for the last site of her tour. The thought had her soaked, and Quinn's hands blazing continuous paths up her sides and the heavy breaths in her ear were doing nothing to impede the throbbing.

But she was an actress, and this was something she wasn't going to lose. Giving in to Quinn right now would not only drastically tip the scale in the other's favor but also have Rachel miss the last after showing event on the tour.

Quinn pulled Rachel in closer, her mind going hazy as she stood and waited for Rachel to throw caution to the wind and give in.

Her hands moved higher, reaching for the hardened nubs she could make out in Rachel's gown but before her hands could hit their destination they were pulled away and intertwined in tan ones.

"Baby I don't want to miss the last event." Rachel finally spoke looking up at the blonde who wore a perplexed expression.

Quinn blinked and tried to calm her racing heart and throbbing body. "You're being completely unreasonable right now."

"Oh am I?" Rachel laughed and began to pull Quinn the last few feet to the door. "I think fucking me in what might be considered a historical landmark is slightly unreasonable Ms. Summers."

Quinn groaned, "I know the idea of this excites you Rach, you just don't want me to win."

Rachel turned her head toward the elegant woman as they stepped into the lobby, still buzzing with excitement and waiting for the call to continue over to the next venue. "I will admit that the idea was on one of my bucket lists but maybe next time."

Quinn watched Rachel turn towards the large group coming towards her with a dazzling smile, as if she wasn't just minutes ago seconds away from agreeing to appease an urge and complete a checklist with the woman right behind her. Quinn huffed and slipped stoically into the role she was to play as she followed a few feet behind Rachel as she slowly moved through the lobby.

"We're about to come out, look alive." Quinn spoke lowly to her team, noticing Puck off to the right of where Rachel stood.

"Copy that Boss." Her team rang out in unison and Quinn knew that the team was moving into position so they could depart without incident.

But just as Quinn was about to slide next to Rachel a hand caught the starlet's arm lightly and she stopped to turn toward a tanned woman in a gorgeous violet gown.

Quinn's hand inched to pull the weapon stealthy placed on the side of her thigh just above the slit in her gown as she watched the interaction silently, stepping closer so she could hear above the noise in the lobby.

"I just wanted to say you were wonderful. Fresh air on the screen." The woman's accent filled the air and Quinn watched as Rachel beamed at the compliment.

"Oh that is very sweet of you," Rachel replied, smile still perfectly in place. "Thank you, what was your favorite part of the film?"

The tall slender woman let out a sound as if in deep thought then launched into an explanation about the aesthetics and complimentary sounds of one of the final scenes in the movie. Quinn stayed silent a few feet away and watched as the woman's passion ignite Rachel's and the two began to discuss in depth what all the artistic pleasures of the film meant.

Quinn wasn't listening for any specifics, but her eyes were locked onto the exchange.

She watched as the woman looked at Rachel appraisingly as she spoke and then took a slight step closer and just like that, Quinn knew the woman wanted more than just a stimulating conversation about Rachel's film.

Something stirred in Quinn, turning the heat from just minutes ago into something dangerous. Quinn felt her posture stiffen and the giddiness flowing through her came to a sudden halt.

Quinn knew it was entirely foolish of her to be thinking that this woman and Rachel could be anything more than acquaintances with similar interests but the possessive side within her began to roar and ached to take a few short steps and show the woman there wasn't a chance in hell.

And although the woman was really quite beautiful, with her shiny dark hair, bronze skin, and smooth accent, Quinn couldn't tame the fire and find the innocence in it all.

The irrationality in her thought, the hotness spinning beneath her skin, and the tight coil that had been ever present since Rachel danced for her the night before constricted even further.

And as the Brazilian woman proposed traveling to the after show together to continue their conversation and not miss her upcoming praise, Quinn jerked harshly into motion, moving to come between the seemingly innocent look and harmless question of direction.

Rachel smiled in thanks up at Flora, ready to turn down the offer of traveling to the venue together, knowing it wasn't exactly the best idea. But before she could speak, a warm sense of awareness washed over her and Rachel knew that Quinn stood behind her.

She could feel the agent's breath on the back of her neck and the hot hand that almost possessively gripped her hip.

"I think that you'll have to go on ahead, Rachel will have to continue this riveting conversation at a later time." Quinn's voice was so calm that it shook Rachel slightly, and when she turned her head slightly to look up at her, she gasped at the way Quinn's green eyes were blazing.

"I left my clutch in the theatre Rach," Quinn's eyes locked onto hers and the look there had Rachel's insides turning over and over. "Come with me real quick to get it."

Rachel knew it wasn't a question and as Quinn turned around quickly to retrace their steps back into the screening theatre she barely had time to give Flora a proper goodbye before Quinn's hand grasped hers and they were moving back through the theatre doors.

Quinn let go of her hand as and turned to face her. The tension between them was something Rachel wasn't expecting and suddenly Quinn was in her space.

Rachel stared up at her unflinchingly searching for the reasoning behind why Quinn wasn't walking down the aisle to retrieve her clutch but instead looking at her as if she was trying to calm her nerves.

It took Rachel another second to realize that Quinn didn't even bring a clutch, opting for putting her small compact inside of Rachel's own handbag instead.

The lie then to get her back through those doors was something else. But she knew Quinn well enough now to not push, so she stood in waiting, waiting for her to say or do whatever it was she was planning.

Quinn took a deep breath and spoke lowly, "Puck we won't be out of here for a bit, so don't come looking."

Rachel furrowed her brow and watched Quinn slowly reach over her shoulder and push the theatre door closed.

And just as quickly as the fire between them had calmed as they walked out the same doors minutes ago it burned again almost tenfold, and suddenly Rachel was almost regretting walking back in here. Only almost though, because it was clear now what the look in Quinn's eyes was, and why she was so cold to Flora.

She hadn't seen this side of Quinn since the night of their first kiss, and now she was standing in front of her, letting the tension increase second by second and Rachel knew that she was definitely not going to be able to say no now. She wanted to stand strong like she had before, but Rachel wanted this and now that they stood this close, the air in the room seemingly constricting her rational mind, Rachel felt her reserve fall away.

Quinn's eyes slowly moved down her body and Rachel felt herself begin to sweat and her core throb. "You know, if I didn't know your games I would think you were trying to make me jealous."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Rachel almost laughed, slightly dizzy at the way Quinn slowly backed her into the door. "Flora is just a sweet woman who enjoyed talking about the artistic abilities of Katherine and Andy. But I would like to point out that your jealousy is entirely thoughtless."

Quinn leaned down, her breath hitting Rachel's slightly parted lips as she spoke. "Well, whatever you were doing it worked. For the last minute or so I've been trying to decide on where and in what way I want to take you in here first."

Rachel's breath hitched and she closed her eyes, forgetting her comeback and not even caring now that she was definitely going to miss the opening speeches of the after showing event. "And what have you decided."

"Right here, up against this door is going to do just fine." Quinn husked, pushing her body fully against Rachel's. "Don't you think baby?"

Rachel nodded and didn't have to wait long until Quinn's lips were on hers. The blonde agent was swift and demanding, giving Rachel no option but to comply with the push of lips against hers and as Quinn's tongue entered her mouth harshly she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop this, not even if she wanted to – which she didn't.

The passionate movement of Quinn's lips as she laid claim to Rachel's had the diva reeling from the intensity as her mouth was devoured. Her body was on fire, every nerve on high alert as their tongues dueled, giving and taking as hands blazed chartered paths down taunt muscles.

Rachel moaned as Quinn's mouth parted from her own and moved to suck on the spot just below her ear. She let out another harsh gasp when without preamble Quinn's hand cupped her center.

"You're going to have to be quiet Rach," Quinn murmured into her ear as her fingers pushed the material of Rachel's panties between her lower lips, applying a pressure that made Rachel see flashes of color. "But I'm going to take you hard and fast, I can't wait."

The sound of Quinn's voice at her confession had Rachel reeling; she was trying to figure out when this game they were each trying to win became more. When it became about making the other completely lose it, break down their own walls because of the need they had for each other.

And she had done it; Quinn's professional and stoic façade had crumbled on account of another woman showing mild interest in her after hour upon hours of burning tension developing between them.

Rachel found herself smirking and Quinn bristled in knowing before practically ripping the only thing separating her fingers from Rachel's drenched core.

Without hesitation her fingers were on Rachel, moving with an expertise she could have only gotten with practice. "I win too Rach."

Rachel couldn't even protest as her head came in contact with the door and her mouth dropped open in a silent groan because Quinn was right.

She had won too.

She had her up against the door of one of the oldest theatres in Rio, with the soundtrack of her film still playing on the screen, and her drenched panties in pieces in the aisle. Yes, this was one of Rachel's fantasies, but a fantasy she never believed would come to fruition. But Quinn gave Rachel no choice, she wanted to be taken, she wanted Quinn to lose all control because of her.

And she knew it was going to happen now.

Rachel withered under the pressure of Quinn's fingers, as Quinn made synchronized movements with her hands, their combined pants growing deeper as the coil in Rachel's abdomen grew tighter. Quinn looked up into her eyes and then entered her unexpectedly with two fingers as she made another rotation, the hand on her breast tightening as they both let out low groans. Rachel bucked in time with Quinn's quick thrusts and she knew she wasn't going to last very long.

Her vision was already getting spotty and her hips thrashed wildly, she couldn't even form words to try and protest as Quinn's mouth sucked and licked at her neck marking her in the way she knew Quinn wanted to.

Heat was rushing through her and she didn't even realize that the once stoic agent had pulled her dress down until her mouth latched onto her breast, biting harshly before a warm tongue soothed the quick pain.

It was marvelous; the feeling of abandon and Rachel bit her lip hard to stop from crying out as Quinn's fingers came into contact with her hardened nub.

Rachel couldn't take much more and grabbed Quinn's face, effectively detaching her from her breast to connect their lips. The blonde swallowed her moans as they hungrily kissed and the hand not inside of Rachel gripped her thigh, pulling her leg around Quinn's waist, the new angle taking Rachel by surprise and causing her to bite down on Quinn's lower lip in heightened pleasure.

The blonde agent picked Rachel up slightly and maneuvered them over to the wall next to the door, giving herself the ability now to put everything she had behind her thrusts, not having to worry about the continued banging against the door.

As Rachel's back hit the wall her body continued to thrum strongly as she climbed towards her release and when Quinn pulled out only to reenter her with three fingers she screamed, her hips moving in reckless abandon as Quinn did what she said she would.

Fast and hard.

The power behind the blonde's thrusts was unwavering and they kissed hotly, not bothering for technique. And when Quinn hit the spot inside of her in quick secession she didn't stop herself from tumbling over the edge. She saw stars, her vision completely gone as a powerful heat flowed through her, bursting from her core and drenching Quinn's hand in wetness. She felt it all, and then before she knew it, she was climbing again.

Quinn's fingers inside of her still moving with the same intensity and the harshness of Quinn's pants against her ear pushed her quickly toward another peak.

"Again." Quinn pushed and Rachel moaned and shook as another orgasm rocketed through her, her back rigid against the wall as her hips bucked into Quinn's hand.

After a few moments the fingers inside of her slowed as her vision finally began to clear and Rachel wanted nothing more than to give it back to Quinn just as good as she had just got it, but she couldn't stop the racing of her heart and the clench of her core as Quinn's blown pupils gazed at her.

"I'm not even a little bit through with you love." Quinn husked, the fingers inside of her started to move again, and when Quinn picked Rachel's still limp body up again and moved towards the back row of seats, Rachel knew she wasn't going to make the event at all.

And she couldn't even bring herself to care. She'd count this as one they had both won.

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Quinn smiled to herself as she stood outside of the bathroom, waiting for Rachel to emerge from cleaning herself up after their long tryst in the theatre.

She knew that what happened in there was going to stay with her for the rest of her days, the way Rachel looked when she gave her the okay to take what she wanted from the diva, the way she looked when orgasms shook through her she wasn't expecting as she chanted her name over and over in Quinn's ear, the way she said she loved her when they were trying to stop touching each other and finally leave the theatre so the staff could clean up.

And even the look on Rachel's face when they walked out together and the three staff members, gazed at them with wide eyes and mouths open in shock finally coming to understand why Dante wouldn't let them within ten feet of the theatre doors.

The dazzling smile on Rachel's face and the airy way she said it's all yours had Quinn staggering with a blush as if Rachel had been the one to take her as many times as she wanted in the theatre where her own film had just premiered in the city. She was in awe of the woman, and it made her chest ache with something more than she formulate into words.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Rachel stepped out, looking as beautiful as she did when she first arrived, albeit more relaxed and with some bruises on the side of her neck Quinn knew were there although the diva had expertly covered them with make-up.

"Ready?" Rachel asked, extending her hand to the blonde.

Quinn nodded and intertwined their fingers, moving to lead them out the door and into the cool night.

When they were finally tucked back into the car Rachel turned to Quinn, her eyes moving over her face with a slow ease.

"Don't look so smug."

Quinn grinned and kissed Rachel lightly on the lips. "I can't help it. I just had sex with Rachel Berry in almost every nook and crevasse of a premiere theatre."

Rachel rolled her eyes playfully, "I've had better."

Quinn let out a loud laugh and clutched at her chest in fake hurt. "I'm appalled that all my hard work was so underrated."

Rachel smiled at Quinn and squeezed her arm. "I like you like this."

"Like what?" Quinn questioned with a quirk of her eyebrow.

"Carefree, just Quinn." Rachel supplied then leaned in closer. "Oh and I love you when you lose control and take me like you want."

Quinn licked her dry lips and swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to mask the tight grip she had on her thighs from pushing them together at the sound of Rachel's voice. She couldn't deny that she had been nervous about Rachel's reaction to the primal way she had acted, but now she was just content and turned on even more at Rachel's admittance to enjoying it just as much as she did.

"We are almost back at the hotel Rachel, and when we get there, I'll give you even more things to love about me."

Rachel hummed in agreement and kissed Quinn slowly, "I can't wait Quinn."

Quinn let out a groan as Rachel's hands pushed away her own gripping her thighs and slowly moved below her dress.

"I took care of you last night," Rachel murmured her hand inching up the inside of Quinn's thigh. "And after what just happened I want to do the same tonight."

Quinn knew Rachel could feel the heat coming off of her, and it wouldn't take much to just let the woman have her way in the back of the car but they were almost to the hotel and she knew that if they started going, they wouldn't be able to stop.

"Okay," Quinn replied surprisingly steady. "But we are almost to the hotel, can you be patient?"

Rachel chuckled and squeezed the flesh where her hand rested before pulling out her hand from under Quinn's dress. "I can wait a few minutes."

"Seconds," was Quinn's reply as the car pulled up to the hotel and Quinn jumped out, ignoring the valet and pulling Rachel along with her.

Luckily it was late enough that the hotel was not as busy and Quinn could move purposefully without distraction. Rachel's soft laughter ringing in her ears had Quinn smiling too and she felt like she was going to explode if she didn't get to the suite soon.

"Boss?" Artie's voice sounded in Quinn's ear.

"Yeah?" Quinn replied almost breathlessly moving quickly towards the elevators.

"Agent Lopez is on the line, said it's urgent."

Quinn halted, feeling as if a cold bucket of ice fell over her, and took a deep breath, knowing that she needed to calm down.

After a beat Quinn nodded at Mike who stood slightly to her left, tightening the grip she had on Rachel's hand again in the process, and moved the last few steps to hit the button for the elevator.

Santana never said anything was urgent; they stopped doing that with each other in high school. If either of them said it was urgent, it actually was. Meaning she wasn't about to go and do as her and Rachel had planned.

"Patch her through in ninety seconds." Quinn responded, her mind a jumble of incoherencies.

Rachel looked at her curiously, but didn't protest as she and Quinn stepped into the elevator and it started to ascend.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked softly, recognizing the change in the agent that stood tall next to her.

Quinn turned her head, giving Rachel's hand another squeeze. "Santana's on the line, I told her to look into a few things for me so now she must have something."

Rachel nodded and the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Quinn walked briskly to the suite and the door opened just as she moved to pull the key card out.

"Seventy-eight seconds," Mike said with a smirk. "Not bad."

Quinn just laughed, not in the least surprised that Mike had somehow gotten up to room in less time by probably using the stairs, and walked further into the room where Puck sat back on the couch.

"What's up pretty ladies?" Puck smiled and Rachel sat down next to him, ignoring the wiggle of Puck's eyebrows after looking between them.

"Call coming in now Boss," Artie voiced into Quinn's ear.

Quinn walked over to the comlink and rested her hands against the table, "Put her on speaker."

A small click sounded throughout the sitting room then Santana's annoyed voice pierced the air.

"You know if I wanted to be on hold, I would have just called the DMV Fabray."

"Gee San your impatience is very becoming." Quinn replied sarcastically. "Just tell me what you got."

"Well if you must know, I got your unsub. Well a clue that Rachel can most likely crack." Santana spoke matter-of-factly, and the air inside the room suddenly changed. "Actually B discovered it."

"Put her on." Quinn said, knowing Santana was already doing so based on the background noise on the other line.

Santana's indistinguishable murmurs could be heard before it seemed Brittany finally got the phone.

"Hey Q!" Brittany's happy voice called out.

"Hey B, how are you?"

"Fantastic!" She said excitedly, "Don't forget San and I are getting married!"

"I won't. Congratulations again B!" Quinn said honestly while the rest of the group joined in. "I'm happy San finally grew a pair."

Brittany's melodic laugh sounded and Quinn smiled even more when a string of Spanish came through the line.

"So B, tell me what you figured out." Quinn prompted.

Quinn saw out of the corner of her eye Rachel shifting slightly in her seat. She knew the brunette was tense and she couldn't blame her because she was too.

If Santana was right and Brittany really did crack this, it meant a lot of things, and she just wanted to know if she even had to delve into the possibilities. But above all else it would mean that soon enough the fragile bubble crafted around her and Rachel would pop, and they would free fall down into a deep hole of unknown.

Rachel eyed Quinn as she stood at the table, her back was tense as she waited, all the air from their intimate moments earlier sucked away. Rachel didn't know what Brittany was going to reveal, but she had a vast sinking feeling in the put of her stomach. She was worried, scared really to maybe finally put a face and name to the person lurking in the shadows of her life. But she couldn't fight the itch that spanned across her skin, tingling at the swirl of thoughts that ached to know what was going through Quinn's mind as she stood in wait. But Rachel knew one thing for sure…the games were over.

Brittany's bubbly voice spilled through the room and Rachel sat forward a little more in sudden raptured attention.

"Well it's simple." Brittany said absentmindedly. "It's the bat."

"The bat?" Quinn responded unsure of where Brittany was going with the theory.

Brittany made a sing-song sound of acknowledgement, "So San showed me the drawing of the bat, and Q you remember that project from freshman year where we had to choose a country and then find some pretty misunderstood creatures from there?"

Rachel's ears perked because she's sure that she herself had a project like that in her sophomore year elective zoology class. She couldn't be sure but she could slightly recall it being a partner project.

"Uh yeah sure B, but what does that have to do with the bat?"

"Well, the Egyptian Fruit Bat is populous in the country that I picked!" Brittany sounded excited.

"And what country is that?" Puck asked beginning to crack his knuckles.

"Isn't it obvious?" Brittany voiced. "Israel of course."

Once Rachel heard the name, the wheels churning in her head picked up full steam and suddenly she was back in 3rd period zoology class, sitting right next to the guy who picked that same country.

Her vision began to blur and then suddenly it all made sense, the letters, the drawing, the messages, all he was trying to do was make her remember. Drawing attention to the history she and he had together. He wasn't trying to pinpoint where they had met or where he was from. But who he was, in the twisted way he thought she would remember.

She didn't hear Quinn continue her call with Brittany and Santana or feel Puck try to stabilize her as she quickly stood up; her stomach bottoming out as the face of her stalker finally became clear.

Mrs. Lamina stood at the front of the class, explaining their next project. It was a partner project where they were to choice a country and create a presentation about the abundant wildlife of that country.

Rachel was excited to say the least, zoology was turning out to be a really fun class.

Her classmates actually spoke to her in here; it might have been because the people in this class were deemed the same as her, losers. Zoology was always the last of the elective classes to be filled, the more popular students opting to take more exciting hands on classes like woodshop, ceramics, and auto body class. But she liked Zoology, it was interesting, plus she didn't mind the extra work and they got to go to the wildlife preserve at the end of the semester.

"Okay class you are to choose a slip of paper out of this hat, and the person who has the matching country will be your partner." Mrs. Lamina announced as she placed the hat on the boy's desk who sat beside her.

Rachel waited patiently as the hat moved down the row, the boy next to her opened his slip and smiled.

"You seem happy about your selection." Rachel observed, and the boy turned, fixing his glasses covered eyes on her. She had a few classes with him during freshman year as well as English and Math this year. He was nice and always sat in the front too.

He smiled at her then shrugged and showed her the paper.

"Israel." Rachel read and smiled too. "Fitting huh? Are you Jewish as well?"

"Yeah," He nodded. "You are too right?"

Rachel smiled and nodded along as well, "My Daddy is Jewish, and I think he would be really delighted if I got to do a project that he could contribute to."

The boy smiled and pushed his curly hair out of his eyes, "Yeah, I'd like that too."

Rachel felt a tap on her shoulder and the hat was passed to her.

"Well let's see if the star of David is in my cards." Rachel moved her hand around then pulled out a slip of paper.

She opened it up, and could from the corner of her eye the boy lean over slightly to see the words printed on the small paper as well.

AUSTRALIA

Rachel huffed then turned to see the boy deflate back into his seat.

"Well maybe next time," She replied. "I'm looking forward to your presentation on all the creatures Israel has to offer."

The boy straightened up, as if she had challenged him. "I won't let you down."

"Rachel?" Quinn's voice broke Rachel from her moment of remembrance. "What is it?"

"Israel." Rachel moved towards Quinn shaking her head. "It's his last name."

"Artie run it," Quinn commanded, turning and placing her hands on both of Rachel's arms.

"Israel," Rachel whispered, feeling nauseous. "Jacob Ben Israel."

"Jacob Ben Israel, twenty-eight, been employed at Foster Price Production Company for six years. He's been active as a travel production technician for four years, and recently purchased $3000 worth of security equipment within the last eight months." Artie listed as he checked through Jacob's files. "He's got a firewall pretty deep for a production company employee, that's why his purchases didn't come up when I ran the initial scan of their database. I hate to say it but it's pretty good."

"Can you get through?" Quinn questioned.

"Already in boss," Artie answered quickly. "And it looks like this is our guy."

"Check his signature with the letters and the body recognition from the picture Mike took to make sure," Quinn voiced, looking at Rachel worriedly who was biting her bottom lip and looking at the picture on the computer of the twenty-eight year old version of her old classmate.

"Running them now." Artie said and Puck and Mike joined the two women around the table. "Based on the penmanship within the letters and his employee files, 98.3% match. And body recognition, 99% facial recognition as well as upper torso."

"I had no idea it could've been him." Rachel said, trying to process the new information. "He used to message me on Facebook almost every month in college."

"Yep," Artie agree, the team hearing the sound of his fingers flying across his keyboard. "He's been monitoring your internet activity since your junior year. He most likely had to find a different tactic once Will started to run your page and you deactivated your private account."

"Five years ago?" Quinn asked, the puzzle pieces finally coming into place.

"Yes," Artie agreed. "Was promoted to travel technician four months after Rachel deactivated her account."

Quinn felt it, she knew that this was there guy. The anger seared through Quinn's veins as she stared at the face of the man who had been stalking Rachel for years.

"Send me everything you've got." Quinn ordered. "Also send one to Miller and by the looks of it after New York we are making a quick pit stop before heading back to LA."

Rachel looked up at the blonde with a slightly raised brow trying to piece together what everything meant. She had the utmost of faith that the men around her and the woman in front of her would protect her and finally end all of this but she didn't know where they were to go before they went back to LA.

Quinn sighed then met Rachel's eye. "It looks like your going to be making an appearance at the McKinley reunion after all."

A/N: Hello everyone who's still out there. It's been awhile but I knew I didn't want to abandon this story. I'm going to try and finish it all this summer and hopefully start to update again in a timely fashion. There aren't that many chapters left for how I have it planned but then again this chapter didn't exactly go as I originally intended. But I wanted to update and just show that I will finish this story, so maybe reread it, and get back in the mix! And stick around for what is to come!