Okay so the next two updates are kinda filler, but are leading up to something bigger so um, yeah. As always please review. :)


"Jesus, Saul!", Carrie snapped, jerking away from him as he frowned.
"What the hell was that about?", he asked.
"What? I'm not allowed to be angry when my foster daughter vanishes and Peter Quinn's the reason why?"
"Oh for Christ's sake. He didn't have Farrah bound and gagged in the closet. He didn't abduct her. He kept an eye on her. Same as Virgil or Galvez or Max or me or anyone else would've."
"Don't even get me started on Max."
Crossing her arms Carrie turned away, flinching when Saul went to touch her shoulder. Agitated, he stepped around in front of her, then softened seeing the look on her face.

"Carrie, I know you went through some panic back there."
"Some? I've had a gun held to my head and been less afraid.", Carrie sniffed, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I know. I was scared shitless too. But Farrah wasn't. She wasn't someplace she shouldn't be or wandering the halls alone.", Saul offered, hoping to take the edge off the frantic state she was just starting to come out of.

"I still didn't know where she was. And forgive me if I didn't do handstands after seeing where she wound up."
"Still, with this. What, is Quinn your personal punching bag today?"
"After what he said when he first found out about Farrah?! What he said to me?! Jesus! Why isn't he yours Saul?" Carrie asked as he sighed.

"If I thought Farrah was in trouble with Quinn I'd have beaten him to a bloody pulp. But I saw her with him. She was content. He was fine with her. Maybe if you gave him half a chance before you went in there with guns blazing, you could've seen that for yourself."
"I've seen all I need to from Peter Quinn."
"Well if you kept your eyes as open about him as you did about Brody.."
"What? I'd fall in his arms?", she scoffed. Clearly agitated with the conversation taking place.
"I didn't say that."
"No, you'd just prefer it. You'd prefer me with Quinn or Danny, even a fucking stranger on the street.
And even if you won't tell me flat out, the way you acted in the debrief confirmed it."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I wasn't halfway through my report when I looked to see you tuning me out and cutting me out. Completely."
Swallowing hard she fought back a sob.
"You sat back and did nothing while I was interrogated in there like a fucking criminal. Asked the same questions I'd already answered over and over like my answers would eventually change."
"We were trying to be thorough."
"Trying to trip me up.", Carrie corrected. "Look I know why. The thought of Brody being innocent, my being able to prove it? It scares the shit out of you."
"No. What scares me is that you're still content to throw your life away for a man you can never hope to have a normal life with."
"Since when has anything about me been normal?" she snapped as her phone buzzed. Reading the text guilt filled her eyes.
"Farrah?"
"She's hungry. Danny's taking us for a late lunch. I'd invite you but I'm picking the place and I think I've done enough to earn your disapproval today."

Slipping her phone back in her pocket she rolled her eyes and walked off. Angrily wiping a tear or two as she turned down the hall to Saul's office, where Farrah and Danny were playing an intense looking round of Go Fish.

"Do you have...eights?"
Throwing his cards down in frustration, Danny looked up as Carrie quietly knelt down. Throwing her arms around Farrah from behind.
Startled, the girl turned around and once seeing who was there, flashed a bright smile.
"Carrie!", she squealed, hugging her back just as tight.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too honey.", Carrie sniffed before pulling back.
"But..I think you and I better have a talk. Danny?", she asked as he nodded, standing up.
"I'll head down to the lobby, wait for you there?"
"Thanks."
Once he left Carrie sat on Saul's rug with her legs crossed. Looking sternly at a shy looking Farrah.
"Am I..trouble?"
"You are not trouble, but..you're in a little bit of it.", she informed.

"Farrah what did I talk about this morning at breakfast?"
"That Virg can't buy yogurt because its wrong flavor. And that weather guy was wrong and could go and fuc-"
"Wait! Let me rephrase that. What did I talk about with you?"
"You said Langley is, big."
"Yes, and what else?"
"That I could get lost if I not, careful."
Nodding, Carrie sighed, running her hand over Farrah's headscarf.

"That's what I thought happened when I came back here after the meeting and you weren't in here."
"But I wasn't..lost. I just, wanted candy."
"But you didn't tell me that, or Max or Saul or Danny or anyone. None of us knew where you were, Farrah."
"With Pete!"
"Well Pete didn't tell us you were with him. And you didn't tell me you were with him. Sweetheart I have to know where you are at all times. Not just here but, anyplace else. Otherwise I get scared. You understand?"
Dropping her head guiltily Farrah nodded. Hugging Carrie and letting out a muffled apology against her shoulder.

"It's okay. C'mon, let's go get some lunch."
"More candy?", Farrah grinned as she stood up.
"I think you had more than enough today. Let's go."
Taking her by the hand Carrie walked her to the elevator, letting her press the button before the doors opened to reveal Quinn.

"Pete!", Farrah cheered.
"Hey kid. You two getting lunch?", Quinn asked, looking to Carrie who nodded, forcing a smile on her face.
"Yeah. With Danny. We're already running late though. Excuse us."

Stepping around him into the elevator, she wasn't paying attention as Quinn stepped past Farrah. Subtly folding something into her palm before walking back to his office.

Waiting til Carrie wasn't looking Farrah slyly unfolded the envelope he'd handed off to her. Revealing a dollar bill, a Hershey kiss, and a post-it note with Quinn's phone number. "Use for emergencies or if you're bored."

Grinning brightly Farrah stuffed the envelope in her jeans pocket right as the elevator doors opened.
"What are you smiling about?", Carrie asked taking her by the hand.
"Nothing.", she blushed as they left the lobby.