A/N: I really hope this chapter makes sense to someone other than me. Not much longer to go. Let me know what you think :). Lilmissfit and Bookworm your reviews are always a boost to continue this. Thanks!
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Tuesday April 29, 2014 12:30 p.m.
"Why did you want to come to this hotel?" Quinn asks her.
"I got into a fight with Maggie the other day. I left some things here."
He's not sure what to say anymore, but he knows she knows that. What could he say? He could jar into the entire situation with her mother, although he already knew as much as he needed to hear. It's enough for him to mentally mark her as 'a bad guy'.
"I'll wait with her," he offers.
"Sure. Thanks," she responds in her lingering depressive tone.
As he waits he becomes sure of where to bring her. He turns back for approval.
"Do you want to bring mama where we went earlier?"
He seems to get approval with a laugh.
"Do you know where we went today?"
He asks when she returns.
"Where?"
"I'll show you."
Still discontent, she doesn't bother to make any more decisions today and nods. Quinn says nothing on the way there. He knows the view will only speak for itself. As they pull up to the estate, he begins to notice her slowly coming out of her slump.
"What is this place?" She finally mumbles.
"An open house."
Carrie can't stop herself from getting out to check the place out. It's absolutely breathtaking. The house itself looks straight out of a damn home and garden magazine. The colonial with flat white paint and navy blue shutters is just her style, boasting 12 full acres of land.
She gravitates with Stella to the backyard taking in the apparent never ending lawn, until of course it reaches the pine covered woods a far distance back.
"He must have really liked the house to bring his wife here to see it," a voice says.
"Excuse me?" Carrie answers quite sure she is talking to her.
"Oh I saw this little one earlier. With your husband?"
"Oh. We are not married," Carrie waves her hand in defense, finding herself chuckling.
Quinn watches a distance away, laughing and glad to see she is enjoying herself.
"Oh I'm sorry for assuming."
"It' fine really."
"Well since you're here, would you like a tour?"
"Ugh...not sure. I'm going to be honest with you-"
"Jan."
"Okay Jan. I do not plan on buying a house today. I'm just putting that out there now," Carrie defends herself again.
"I respect that ma-"
"It's Carrie."
"Okay I respect that Carrie. But it wouldn't hurt to look right?"
If only that realtor knew how important that statement was. But hey it's just a house.
"Sure I guess so."
"Great. The patio to the kitchen is straight over here."
2:00 p.m.
"Why did you bring me there Quinn?" She asks less than a minute down the road.
"You hated it?" He sounds as if he failed her.
"No. I... really liked it. I never thought I could get attached to a fucking building other than Langley."
He rolls his eyes grinning. "Good."
"I'm sure as fuck not moving in with you, you know that Quinn. So why did you show me that house?"
"I just wanted to show you something different," he validates. "I wanted to show you something that you might not have wanted to see on your own."
"So you don't plan on buying the place!?" She sounds surprised.
"What are you kidding me!? No!" He turns and senses minor disappointment. "Why? Did you want me to?"
"Hell no!" She agrees.
"Oh."
"Can you just bring me back to Maggie's?"
"I take it that you don't want me staying there?" He presumes.
"No. It would be a little weird after this morning. Plus I have to figure out what I'm going to do about my job. I have to get back there Quinn!"
"I know."
This is exactly what he wanted to hear. Now he was able to meet with Saul knowing they were going to be safe at Maggie's. However, there's still something else that won't go away for her. The bad blood with her mother.
"Hey," he says whipping the concealed tear flowing out of her right eye, "She will never hurt you again."
He drops them off and Carrie insists that he take her car. There is no point in hiding that he is there to Maggie, who is without a doubt going to question her about him.
4:00 p.m.
"Hey," Maggie says calmly.
"Hey," Carrie answers dully. "I know you have questions Maggie. Whatever you're thinking is probably right."
"Oh? I don't. Well maybe. I was only wondering when you're leaving... again?" Her sister asks with a frown.
"Maggie I have to. This will be my last tour! You can count on that!"
"Can I?"
Carrie says nothing.
"Carrie I think you'll be happier if you just find some roots. Just stay in one place."
"Maybe!" She defends herself. "But I can't leave my job just yet!"
"It's always going to be not yet."
"No questions? Really?"
"And Quinn? I think that's his name? Who is he?"
"I work with him," she immediately spits out.
"Who is he Carrie?" Maggie asks again.
Stella reaches for Maggie and Carrie hands her right over.
"Wow she really missed you today huh?"
"Carrie?"
"Okay. Okay. So we hooked up a few times, so what!"
"Carrie I was never one to dig into who you were with, but that man cares about you. How can you not see it? Or is he more than that?"
Carrie realizes she can't and won't talk about this anymore, as her own feelings aren't even straight to her, and she changes the subject.
"I saw Maura earlier. She hasn't confessed yet."
"She did though. Your friend Robbie stopped by."
"Yeah?" Carrie is curious, shocked that Maggie didn't drop it.
"Yeah. They found dad's insurance policy in the sweep. She finally did confess. She's being transferred tomorrow."
Maura wasn't lying after all.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I let her back in my life?" Carrie cries.
"You're human Carrie. We all make mistakes. She's going to prison, because of you! You never have to see her again."
"I don't even want her to exist," she says honestly.
Maggie sighs.
"I know."
4:30 p.m.
"Saul get in," Quinn says.
Saul notices whose car he driving, but doesn't particularly interrogate him about it.
"So where's Carrie?" Saul asks.
"With her sister. I told you I don't want her to know that you're here yet?"
"Why the hell not? Is she upset with me for some reason?"
Quinn doesn't hold anything back and tells him flat out.
"Her mother is currently awaiting trial for attempted murder."
"Her mother? What the fuck are you talking about? She told me her mother was dead."
"Carrie's never lied before?"
Saul raises his eyebrows.
"Wow she's pretty shaken up about it then?"
"Well I'd say that since her victims were Frank and Stella that she's more than just a little upset."
"Please tell me they're okay Peter," Saul asks slowly with his eyes shut.
"Stella's okay, she's home. Frank is in critical."
"Christ Peter."
"I know."
"Where are we going?" Saul asks.
"To see Dar."
"What?"
"He knows something. I know it."
"He'll be at the diner in one hour," Saul points out.
"And we will already be there," Quinn explains. "So do you want to hear about Lockhart?"
"Shoot."
5:30 p.m.
Dar walks into the the diner at his usual time to find the last two people he expects to see there. He doesn't hesitate to confront them.
"What in the hell are you two doing here!?" He interrupts them.
"Hello to you too!" Quinn barks.
"The two of you know damn well that you cannot be sharing information. You still work for me Quinn."
Saul allows Quinn to continue as he is doing just fine on his own handling Dar.
"Could have fooled me after yesterday."
"Don't do this Quinn."
"Do what?"
"Don't tell a damn thing to Saul."
"You do know I'm right here Dar?" Saul decides to chime in.
"Stay out of this Saul."
"No you stay out of this," Quinn tells Dar. "You're disrupting my job interview."
"Fucking what?" Dar is now furious. "He did not fire you! He just needs you out of the way!"
Quinn now knows he's right. It isn't just in his head that Lockhart is fucking with them. Dar's aftershock from what he had just said is telling and he can't take it back.
"Fuck!" Dar shouts.
"You better fucking tell me now Dar or I have a feeling you with certainly regret it," Quinn assures him with a grim gaze.
"That's all I know! He said to pull you out. That's it!"
"It better be."
Quinn signs his check and Saul does the same. Still stunned with the trap he fell for, Dar hardly even notices when they leave.
"So back to Istanbul I take it?" Saul says as soon as they get in the car.
"Yes. Fucking Lockhart."
"When?"
"I just have a few things to take care of."
Saul can only imagine right now what that can mean.
"Here's the first 2000," Quinn says handing him over some cash.
"What's this?"
"Plane money."
Wednesday April 30, 2014 6:00 a.m.
This will be the last time he does this. Quinn's sure of it. Carrie knows he is going to do it. He knows she wants him to do it too. Why else would she have called him last night and tell him about it? This was different though. It's personal. It's now only a matter of spotting her.
He's at least a mile back in the field, safe enough to escape. The only factor remaining is whether or not Maura prefers the window seat. His scope will let him know when the bus reaches the stop sign.