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International call

At first Carrie had butterflies when Brody joined her inside the car in the parking lot at Dam Neck. Mentally she cursed him for still having that effect on her. Nonetheless her thoughts kept wandering to Quinn and Turani. She hoped Quinn could talk Turani round and keep him focused on the Iran mission ahead.

She was relieved that Brody didn't seem to know anything about why Turani was begging to take some leave. "Marital problems, but he won't talk about it," shrugged Brody. "He's gone into his shell... He's changed since the party."

Carrie's heart chafed distractedly, irritated with Turani for reacting so emotionally after their illicit liaison. She vowed to stick to anonymous one night stands in future when her urges arose.

Carrie and Brody's conversation continued, stilted. Each too afraid of what they might say and subsequently regret. Soon it was time for Brody to rejoin his team. "I better get back indoors before A-Z and the other SEALS think I've done a runner."

Carrie blinked back errant tears as she patted his warm forearm. "See you on the other side."

Brody gazed at her wistfully. "Goodbye Carrie." He climbed out of the driver's door and strode across the parking lot towards the military facility.

Carrie sighed as she watched him. Goodbye Love. She patted her abdomen sombrely, then frowned when she noticed a cell phone lying on the seat beside her. Was that Quinn's? Brody's?

Carrie quickly decided it wasn't Quinn's. She knew that he had an iPhone exactly like hers. Standard issue in their department.

Was it Brody's? Carrie felt her hackles rise. What the fuck was Brody doing with a cell phone? Saul had specifically ordered that Brody was to have no contact with the outside world whilst undergoing his rehabilitation and training at Dam Neck.

Carrie picked it up and checked the call log. Just one number for her to mentally decode.

011... International call.

98... What the fuck? Iran!

Carrie's eyes widened as she read the next two digits for the area code.

21... Tehran. Fuck.

Carrie's heart started racing. She swiped to check the text messages next and saw a long thread. An exchange in Farsi. Carrie gasped as she read the content. Every single detail of the Navy SEALS mission to get Brody across the border into Iran. She cried out when she saw the initials assigned to recipient of the message.

"D.A!"

Carrie was shaking as she shoved the cell phone into her pocket and climbed out of the car. "This doesn't make any sense..."

As she ran clumsily across the parking lot, she tried to form a plan. Confront Brody? Find Quinn? Call Saul? Call Dar Adal?

She decided to find Quinn first. She trusted his judgement on matters like this. On everything. Quinn was logical. He'd make sense of it all.

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"I can't go, Quinn." Turani's eyes scrunched closed as he rubbed his own temples hard. "I can't look Brody in the eye any more. I can't look myself in the eye after what I did..."

"Forget it," Quinn forced a dismissive gesture. "Put it behind you. We all make mistakes."

"But A-Z found out from Saul earlier that Carrie's bi-polar!" Turani's palms covered his eyes now. "I'm so fucking ashamed. I should have realised... If I'd known I'd never have taken advantage of... my professional position."

"Turani, listen to me. Carrie Mathison knew exactly what she wanted from you." Quinn bit his lip enviously. "You didn't stand a chance."

"I betrayed you too," Turani slouched miserably. "I betrayed everyone. Brody. My wife..."

"The only person you've betrayed is yourself," Quinn jabbed Turani in the chest. "Now get over it. Unless you want something more from Carrie...?"

"No!" Turani looked petrified. "She's too much for me... She's wild! I just want my wife. I love my precious wife and baby boy."

"And they love you too," Quinn squeezed Turani's muscular shoulder. "So for their sake, put this behind you and get on with the job. Carrie's not going to say anything. I'm not either."

"My whole life is going to be a lie from now on," Turani sighed sorrowfully. "Guess it serves me right."

"My whole life is already a lie," Quinn sniffed bitterly. "You get used to it."

"I'm so sorry man..." Turani bowed his head.

"You're a good man Yousef Turani," Quinn hugged his towering friend. "I'm sorry I punched you in Fara's Office."

"I didn't feel a thing," Turani ruffled Quinn's hair then froze as the door opened and Carrie darted in.

"Quinn I need to show you something!" Carrie appeared oblivious to Turani's presence as she wheezed hard from her jog, that had become an urgent sprint down the corridor. "It's Brody's... 011... 98... 21..."

Turani and Quinn both coughed awkwardly as they released their friendly embrace. Quinn edged towards the cell phone that Carrie was thrusting towards him. "What?"

"Look! Brody's been ringing Tehran!" Carrie fingers darted manically across the screen. "And these texts too. All the mission details in Farsi... to D.A!"

"Dar Adal?" Quinn frowned. "Dar Adal already knows the details. He's not in Tehran. He's down in the Florida Keys for a long weekend with Mrs Adal. He'll be back..."

"No!" Carrie eyes were bulging now. "Not Dar Adal you idiot! D.A! Danesh Akbari!"

"What?! Brody's texting General Akbari?" Quinn's lips slowly curled to a snarl. "But Akbari is the target! Brody's supposed to assassinate Akbari!"

Carrie rambled fast. Terrified of the implications. "Last year when Abu Nazir was in Beirut. Our snipers were ready on Hamra Street... but somebody warned him. Somebody fucking warned Nazir on his cell phone!"

"You think it was Brody?" Quinn's icy stare went sub-zero. "He's texting warnings to Akbari now?"

Carrie glanced at Turani, only just aware of his jittery presence. Her fiery demeanour contrasted Quinn's glacial fury. "This is confidential, Turani. One word to anyone and I will rip your fucking head off."

"Whoa! I understand." Turani raised his palms to deflect her venom. "But can I say..."

"Shut up! I'm trying to think." Carrie barked. "This is none of your business."

"Carrie!" Quinn hushed her. "Let Turani speak."

"Perhaps Brody is leading us SEALS into a trap." Turani whispered, agonised. "We might be on our way to be kidnapped! Or worse."

Carrie's gaze automatically flitted to Quinn for his reaction.

"Sounds plau-si-ble," Quinn's murderous icy wrath laced every syllable. "Question is, who else knows about this? Javadi? And what are we going to..." He fell silent as the door opened and Brody wandered in.

"Hi guys," Brody's eyes scanned nervously around the room. "Don't mind me. I'm just looking for something."

"Hi Brody," Turani greeted him warmly as Carrie discretely dropped the cell-phone into Quinn's jacket pocket. "Carrie and Quinn are just leaving. "Whatcha looking for buddy? Can I help?"

"Hey, glad you're feeling better man!" Brody punched Turani playfully on the chest. "You back on for flying out with us guys tonight?"

"Sure I am," Turani's wide smile hid his anguish at Brody's betrayal. "Friend."