Smooth Criminal (Glee/The Flash fan fiction)

Chapter 16

Short Author's note:

Hey guys! 

As you may as noticed, I haven't updated again in almost a month and I'm feeling I haven't kept my promise by prioritising this book. Which is very sad because I really really REALLY want to finish it. I have been through a small blockage looking for a Uni to attend to after the summer but it's almost time for school and I still haven't found a school to go to so please bare with my very long updates. I also am going through some writer's block because of how long this story has been running, the main plot-line is slowly disappearing and I have to change some kinks here and there. But you guys still are on my side and I am very thankful for that! You guys keep me writing so thank you very much for being there. 

Before I keep blabbling on, here is Chapter 16! Fifteen without the extra chapter in Chapter 2 :) Enjoy guys! 

-Lyn xxx

CHAPTER 15

CAITLIN SNOW

"Good Morning Santana, how are you?" For the second time this week, Santana and Caitlin arrive at the same time to work. With a cup of the morning boost in one hand, Caitlin opened the door with her security ID. She was however, surprised that Santana was trailing a blue suitcase behind her.

"I've been better, Dr. Snow." She replies timidly from behind as she follows Caitlin to the laboratory. "Are you going on a trip?" She finally asks.

Santana stops, assessing her question. "You mean the suitcase? No, I just wanted do my research here..." her voice trails away as Caitlin watches her move towards a vacant chair.

"Research? You brought some thing to work on?" Caitlin asks with a confused expression.

"No. I literally want to do my research here and not a Sebastian's. Clearly, none of us are scientists, and S.T.A.R Labs is the closest thing in my condition to a hospital." Santana stands in the middle of the room, explaining her reason here. "I need to know why I've been having these urges—these pulls—towards my suitcase. Brittany, my wife, must have left something inside to trigger that feeling. And trust me, this feeling is not normal."

Caitlin looks at Santana's serious and overly determined face. "Alright then, let's hook you up."

Caitlin has never been so thankful for Santana's "research" her brain cells her moving so fast, calculating everything she had experimented on Santana during her coma and her abilities to this day. Now, she just needs to know why Santana's cells are reacting to her suitcase.

"Ready Santana?" Caitlin asks. Santana looks around her head where various electrical cords were connected to this ring-shaped helmet over Santana's head. "Is this all necessary?"

"If you want to know what's bothering your emotions in this suitcase, this is the closest thing I can get to actually achieving that. So are you ready?" Caitlin sets up her tablet to average testing, turning the device on.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Great, so open the suitcase."

SANTANA LOPEZ

Santana looks down at her reflection produced by the shiny blue suitcase. She counts internally, heaving a deep breath, one, two, and three. She places her hand on the suitcase lock, inputs the three digit code and lifts up the door. At first, she sees what she first saw, her gray coat where her make-up kit was. Her hands move on their own, she picks up the gray coat and puts it on the cold floor next to her.