Crazy
Part of the Trait Series!
Crazy
Peter Quinn looked around the new tech set up- he was fairly pleased with what they had already achieved. His teams of trusty operatives were already in place and the eyes and ears were in hand. It had been a while since the Black Ops agent had run an investigation- his role was generally of a different dynamic.
He looked around in amusement, this was likely to be the longest amount of time he had spent on US soil for quite some years and he genuinely wasn't sure how he felt about that- still this operation had a chance to prove very interesting. He looked up as another agent walked into the room, the older man with a beard- instantly recognising the man as Saul Berenson, he moved towards him and extended his hand in greeting- Quinn accepted the gesture and shook hands with the senior agent.
"Saul Berenson" the older man stated simply.
"Peter Quinn" he responded sitting back against the table with his arms folded across his chest.
"So Estes brought you in?" Saul asked, already realising that he wouldn't get any information from the younger man. He took in his appearance, crumpled shirt with the sleeves partially rolled up, bright inquisitive blue eyes and dark hair.
"He briefed me up" Quinn replied deliberately misunderstanding the question. Saul rolled his eyes, he hadn't really been expecting anything else. Estes had told him that the young man in front of him was an Analyst, Saul had his doubts then and meeting the man was proving his point- something about the way he held himself, the unassuming yet confident way that he met his eye suggested he was anything but an office worker, but Saul knew when to question and when to just observe so he but his tongue.
"Good- Carrie should be here shortly" Saul responded and noted the slight smile that statement brought to the younger man. Just as the words left his mouth the door swung open and the woman herself walked through with Max and Virgil in tow. Saul watched on as Quinn stepped forward.
"So who are these guys?" he asked without skipping a beat.
"The same guys that have already watched Brody for three hundred hours- who are you?" the CIA Case officer replied in confusion. Looking at the young agent in front of her in confusion.
"The guy running things" he replied simply, masking his face into a small smile, knowing immediately that it would rile the woman- gauging her reaction to see how their relationship would evolve.
"Is that right?" Carrie asked, knowing that her face would give away her thoughts on that matter, but having no idea what on earth was going on or who the handsome stranger in front of her was.
"Yes it is" Saul interjected, trying to make sure that Carrie knew it was above board and not any type of conspiracy that would set her paranoia off.
"And I don't like surprises" Quinn commented, his blue eyes locked on to her face as he spoke, knowing that he was pushing her.
"I am not crazy about them either" Carrie responded keeping her tone neutral, and almost surprising herself with how she seemed to be accepting this update.
"Crazy? Interesting word" Quinn stated, his eyes still not leaving her face. Carrie couldn't help the smile that made its way on to her face, she genuinely couldn't believe the cheek of the man, and fund herself struggling to respond. Before she could even formulate a response, he had stepped forward and held his hand out to her. "Peter Quinn" he stated and she found herself shaking hands with him almost involuntarily.
"Carrie" she finally replied, and as he completed her surname she found her confusion growing- he was a confident guy and he clearly knew her back story or some of it at least. "I like your work" he stated with a smile, and yet she had never heard of him, never seen him, never even known he existed. His words made her falter and she looked away, tucking her hair behind her ear before glancing back at him.
"Peter Quinn from where?" she asked.
"Same place as you"
"Officer"
"Analyst"
"Estes brought him in" Saul added, keen to get the ball rolling in the op and away from this awkward situation, Carrie was having none of it and continued to question the newcomer, he answered for a few more seconds, before it was obvious that Quinn's patience were also getting tested beyond measure.
"Are we done with the meet and greet" he finally stated ad Saul agreed.
The three then moved on to the operational matters with Quinn outlining his plan- Carrie had to admit she was impressed with what he had come up with- for someone so new to the Op he clearly already had a good understanding of Brody and their objectives.
"So I am only half a moron" he ended with a grin before turning away. Carrie couldn't help the smile of amusement that escaped her- he was an interesting character this Peter Quinn, she had no idea what to make of him, or if she could even trust him, but he spoke with confidence, genuinely sounded like he knew what he was talking about and had fully briefed her on his plan, but then why had Estes brought an outsider in?
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Quinn smiled to himself as he moved across the office, the initial meeting had gone how he hoped- he could see he had got Carrie on the back foot, she had not been expecting his appearance that was clear to see. He liked dropping just enough information to show he knew what he was doing and that he knew who she was- especially when she had no idea who he was- why would she? These were not circles he generally moved in, his very existence relied on him living in the shadows.
He sat back ready to watch Carrie Mathison at work- quietly observing her interaction with Brody he smiled to himself, she was a good operator- smooth and practiced. That's why he would need to keep an eye on her, be careful how much he let slip. Check which side of the line she balanced on when it came to Brody.
Was she crazy? He had heard the whispers, heard the rumours and read the casefiles- on the surface there was an element of that. Yet the woman he had met today was clear, calm and focussed. A woman that knew what she needed to do and knew how to do it, if that was craziness maybe there was a place for it?