Disclaimer: I don't own glee. As much as I wish I did.

Santana made eye contact with the two swat officers on either side of her, motioning with her hand one final time which way each man was to enter the apartment. One to her right, one to the left, like always. She took a deep breath, nodded more to herself than the two cops that flanked her and kicked the door full force, sending it flying open.

"NYPD, Hands in the air! Don't move!" Santan yelled as she rushed into the small dirty apartment with her gun drawn. She heard a crash, from what must be a back bedroom, of breaking glass.

'Damn it, why don't they ever listen when I say don't fucking move!' she thought.

She kicked in the interior bedroom door just in time to see a large shape, clearly a man, pushing his way out the window and onto the 8th floor fire escape and turning to run towards the roof.

'Fuck, didn't this guy watch horror movies? You never ever run up the stairs. Moron!' she thought as she pulled herself through the window.

Santana turned and quickly started to run up the fire escape after the suspect. She rapidly gained on the suspect as they both heeded towards the rooftop. She may have been slight of stature but she was clearly in much better shape than this guy. Santana gained on the suspect, trying to over take him before they reached the roof. After 4 flights of stairs Santana had closed the gap to less than 10 feet, and then she realized her mistake. The man turned towards her, pistol in hand and fired. She saw the muzzle blast in slow motion. The first shot went harmlessly over her shoulder. But then she felt the impact of the second and third shots against her Kevlar vest. The vest did it's job, stopping the small caliber rounds from entering her body, tearing through her vital organs, but the impact was enough to throw her off balance. She felt herself falling backwards for what seemed like forever, felt her body colliding with stairs, heard bones breaking, and then everything went black.