Okay as asked for by some exceptionally awesome reviewers, here's the latest! This took me forever to get sounding right so I hope it's up to par. Also I've still got a lot planned for this fic. Like, a lot. Needed something to entertain me til September, glad it's entertaining others too. More to come soon! :)

"Brody?"
"Yeah, it's me.."
His soft smile went sad when her eyes filled with surprise, disbelief, utter confusion. But the complex mix of emotion there was far preferable to the lightless, lifeless look she'd been giving off since he'd found her in the alley.
"But I don't..."
"Shhh...", he soothed.
Leaning into his touch, placing her palm over the back of his hand, Carrie looked up at him curiously.
"But you shouldn't even be-"
"Don't worry about that. I'm gonna explain everything, tell you anything you want to know. Just try and relax now though, okay? I promise that we're safe here."

With a frown she removed her hand.
"Where the fuck is here?"
"Well it's not Canada in case you couldn't tell."
"Brody..."
So confused now that her head hurt, sighing Carrie looked down and away from him. Prompting Brody to lift her chin, trace the side of her face with his thumb.

"Look, if it helps you any pretend the information's classified. Right now all you need to know is we're still in D.C, we're safe in an apartment thanks to a lot of help from people we both trust, and more importantly we're out of that fucking parade."
"The parade..", Carrie gasped as her mind clicked back. The gunshot, the mob, her fall...
"I tried to get to you in the crowd Carrie, but I couldn't. By the time I found you, you were-"

"Oh my God. Oh, fuck." she choked out, eyes welling up. All she had to do was look at him to know what he'd seen today from her.
"Carrie?"
"I can't believe that you...you fucking saw me when I-"
"Hey, after everything you've already seen from me..." Brody reminded as he smoothed her hair.
"Don't even think about feeling guilty. "
"But-"
"Carrie. None of it matters. Nothing except that you're back. You're not there. It's over and it's gonna stay that way.", he said firmly.
Grabbing a nearby towel he dried off her shoulders. "You're with me, love. You're safe."

After he drew her back in his arms again, leaning against him, the warmth of his chest, smell of his aftershave, the sound of his heart in her ear settled Carrie down. Better than any of her pills could've.
Finally she felt calm enough to talk. Explain, even though he owed her an explanation times five.

"I was back there, Brody.", she whispered as he rubbed her back.
"I was right there, all over again. I heard him. He kept yelling for me but I was pinned down, I..I couldn't..I couldn't get there in time, I-oh..omigod..."
Eyes dangerously wide she jerked back, looking around frantic.
"Farrah..", she gasped. "Where..where the fuck is she? Farrah!"
"Carrie.."
Throwing the towel off she scrambled off the counter and out of the bathroom, running to look in the living room and the kitchen area.
"Farrah? Farrah!"
Not seeing her she doubled back and ran down the hall into the bedroom. Flinging open the closet door with no sign of her, she ducked down to look under the bed.

Heartbroken Brody stood watching from the doorway, blocking Carrie's path to leave. She ran up, tried to dodge him but he anticipated each move and stopped her each time.
This just fueled her determination as she kept trying to shove past, swearing, yelling for Farrah the entire time.
Finally Brody had no choice but to yell back.

"Carrie, she's not here!"
"Get out of my way, you don't even know who the fuck I'm talking about!"
"I know her! I know Farrah!"
Taking advantage of her stunned silence, Brody spoke.
"She goes to the community center."
"How the fuck do you know that?!"
"I teach her there. It's a long story."

Carrie was dumbfounded, but wasn't willing to wait around for his long story or his explanation or anything.
Not when he was blocking her from tracking Farrah down, taking a grip on her shoulders.
Squirming at the hold he had on her, when he didn't budge she started hitting at his chest.
This time Brody just let her hit until she exhausted herself. Collapsing against his chest in tears.

"Quinn's looking for Farrah. Virgil too. By now they've called in the best to help search and every favor they've got. They wouldn't let you down, Carrie. You or your daughter."
Tearfully Carrie shook her head against his chest.
"Foster daughter.", she insisted.
"She told me she wants to spy when she grows up. Says she wants to be just like you."
Weakly laughing to keep from crying more, not really succeeding, she shook her head.

"Brody what if she's-"
"Hey don't think like that. Don't even, it'll just make you crazy.", Brody sighed, not really thinking about his choice in words until he heard Carrie snort.
"Fuck, you know I didn't mean..."
"I've heard worse, Sergeant."

Wiping at her eyes she backed away from him with a smirk, but it faded when her knees started wobbling.
"Whoa, hey c'mere. You should sit."
"Brody I'm fine."
"Just humor me, okay?"
Arching a brow he nodded to the bed. Reluctantly she sat down, crossing her legs before she felt a chill.

"Here..", After grabbing a flannel shirt from his closet Brody sat beside her on the bed, helping her into it.
"Try this on for size."
"Thanks.", Buttoning it she turned towards him, noticing he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"What, does the plaid bring out my eyes?", she asked, as playfully as she could given the circumstances.

Shifting closer Brody reached over, squeezing her hand.
"Have I told you yet how much I missed you?"
"No.", she smiled softly, squeezing his hand back before the reality of everything she'd done, everything he'd seen from her today came flooding back.
"But I bet you didn't miss this."
"Carrie you told me about this. And I told you I wasn't scared of it. I'm still not. All that scared me today was hearing that fucking gun and not being able to get to you."
"Like I couldn't get to Farrah?", she sniffed, wiping her eyes.

Rubbing her shoulder Brody kissed the side of her head, sensing how tensed up she still was, for good reason. Then he remembered.
"Hey just stay put for a second, I'll be right back."

Frowning, Carrie watched as he went out to the front and a few minutes later, returned with her purse.
Grabbing it she reached past the pills for her iPhone, trying to untangle the earbuds.

"Hey who needs those things.", Brody said, taking the phone from her, sans headphones, and docking it in the speaker on his nightstand.
"Hey that's the latest version, Marine. If you break it-"
"Jesus, Carrie. What do you take me for?"
"A man who was trapped in a hole when the first version came out."
Rolling his eyes Brody managed to get jazz echoing through the speakers.

"What do you take me for now?", he asked with a smirk.
"A man who can't even tell me what quartet is playing right now."
"Dave Brubeck."
"I'm impressed."
"Well I do know how to read a name off a fucking screen."
"Yeah, what else do you know?", Carrie asked with a smirk.
"That you're gonna have to break into these, sooner rather than later.", Brody said, handing her the prescription bottles from her bag as her face went solemn.

"C'mon, one of each. Lets see it."

Sitting at the foot of the bed, Brody leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. Acting all cute and charming and making Carrie want to have her way with him right there. It didn't hurt that the smug look on his face was starting to wear on her nerves. Agitated, 'just trying to shut you up' sex with him, while it wouldn't trump cabin, would beat parking lot by a long shot.

Forcing her mind out of the gutter she uncapped the bottles, taking a pill from each. Brody watching intently.
"I could use some water.", Carrie requested as he nodded, getting to his feet.
"From cabin boy to water boy. That's a demotion if I ever heard it.", he scoffed getting a chuckle out of her.
It wasn't that full blown gorgeous laugh but was something they could build from.

"I'll be right back."
Making sure Brody was out the door, Carrie reached in her purse for an Altoids tin, tossing the two pills inside it. She'd need to take them later, and she would.
But she couldn't now. There was too much going on. Too much that had to be done.