This story takes off from after the bomb explosion in "The Choice"- Episode 12 of Season 2. It does take a rather different turn…
Saul Berenson breathed a heavy sigh. This day wasn't exactly his idea of a productive work day- supervising the burial of a terrorist. Still, it did give some closure to the search for Nazir which had consumed his work for the past 2 years. The costs for him and Carrie had been huge. He'd lost the love of his life and she'd lost her sanity, if briefly. He was glad it was all finally over.
He started from his reverie as he felt his phone vibrate from his pocket. He pulled it out, and quickly glanced at the caller ID. It was Galvez. What did he want, Saul briefly wondered. He impatiently answered, "Berenson here".
As he listened to Galvez, he starting marching toward the helipad on the ship. He knew no time was to be wasted.
After listening to all he had to tell him, he had only one question, "and Carrie?".
His question was met with silence on the other end.
Galvez knew what Saul was going to ask, and he was already in the process of working out just exactly where Carrie was. He knew there were few options; they had her on the list of people that had attended the memorial. She was either in the long list of casualties being taken to hospital- most critically injured, or..well he didn't want to consider the alternative. He's always liked Carrie, and still did despite her recent fuck up. He understood the pressure she was under and he felt respect rather than disgust for the way she had handled her single minded search for Nazir and his associates.
As he picked his way through the twisted and broken wreckage of the CIA, he passed EMT's, CIA agents collecting evidence, and every now again…a body part. His eyes searched the area for any evidence of her. Thus far she hadn't appeared on any lists from the triage team that had set up in the parking lot.
He could see part of the building that had been hit but was still partially standing. He headed toward it, knowing Carrie wouldn't have been in there during the ceremony. He stepped into the debris and immediately saw a hand extending from the open door of a nearby office. He ran in, it was her. She lay face down with the side of her face exposed. "Carrie! Carrie!", he crouched down, and felt for her pulse at her neck. He held his fingers as still as he could with shaking hands for a minute. There was something there. Weak, but present. He quickly called for help from the EMT's, and they rushed in and started assessing her. He watched numbly as they loaded her onto a stretcher. He could plainly see blood and wounds all over her. She didn't move.
Saul sat silently next to her bed in the Intensive Care Unit, deep in thought. He let the darkness and warmth surround him as he felt the emotions of the day come down upon his shoulders. He had arrived just as Maggie had come back from speaking to the doctor.
Maggie had red-rimmed eyes and looked tired. She had told him what the doctor had said without emotion. Carrie had a bad concussion, with a small amount of swelling on her brain. She had broken ribs, and one of them had punctured her lung- they had performed surgery to correct this. She had a deep cut in her thigh, which had required surgery and fifty four stitches to repair. Saul had listened without commenting, after this list of injuries, he had just one question, "She's going to be ok though, right?".
Maggie had allowed her emotions to creep in, and tears had sprung to her eyes. She didn't reply.