Alrighty well here's the latest. Sorry this segment took awhile, life caught up with me. This ends kinda abruptly but I needed a cutoff. But yeah, take as you will. More to come soon!

After she walked out Carrie was at a loss as to where to go. Sit with Farrah, check in on Quinn, see Danny, her sister. She knew she couldn't go back in that lounge with Brody though. He'd completely caught her off guard, blurting out that he'd grown fond of his cage. Carrie couldn't understand his reasoning and she certainly wasn't going to try. Not now. Not when she had so many other things to worry over.

Grabbing some pills from her purse she swallowed them dry, then was all set to make use of that godawful chair in Farrah's room when she heard someone call her name.

"Carrie, hey."
"Danny! What the fuck! Who gave you permission to be down here? You just got out of surgery!"
"What? I'm using a wheelchair.", he shrugged, as an orderly wheeled him next to a bench that Carrie sat down on.
"How's Farrah?", he asked.
"They sedated her. She was really worked up when she was brought in. And she needed stitches for a cut on her leg."
"Jesus.", Danny shuddered as Carrie rubbed his uninjured shoulder reassuringly.
"She's okay though. She's gonna be fine. Thanks to you."
"Not just me. Saul, Virgil, Quinn. Even Max stepped up to the plate."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, by the way I'd keep Brody close when that guy's around."
"What?", Carrie laughed in confusion as Danny chuckled, shook his head.
"Never mind. But seriously, Farrah's okay. That's all that matters. Trust me, the sling's worth it."
"Did you hear anything about Quinn?", she asked, looking concerned.
"Maggie did some sniffing around. He's out of surgery. The operation went smoothly."
"Thank God."
"Yeah. It was his shot that got Samir, you know."
"Saul told me. The other brother though, Khaliq..."
"The son of a bitch got away. For now."
"Wherever the fucker's hiding I'll find him. And I'll personally wring his neck.", Carrie threatened as Maggie turned the corner, looking ready to do some threatening of her own.

"Danny!", she scolded. Her high heels angrily clicking on the floor she walked up to them.
"I just wanted to check on Farrah. See how she was.", Danny defended.

"Something I could've done! All you had to do was say, 'Hey Maggie, instead of trying to work the nurse into bringing me more vanilla pudding, how about you go check in on your niece.", Maggie snapped, imitating the baritone in his voice.

Carrie couldn't help but snicker as Danny looked up from the wheelchair, sheepishly smiled.
"I'm sorry. I figured you'd have better luck with her than I would."

"You are such a...c'mon." Rolling her eyes Maggie took hold of his wheelchair, thanking the orderly who nodded and left.
"Maggie wait, he wanted to see Farrah!", Carrie protested.
"We'll see her tomorrow after he's discharged."
"Fine, fine. But if you insist on parading me around in this thing we're stopping by the cafeteria for more pudding."
Danny insisted as Carrie let out a snort, watched as Maggie waved goodbye and promised they'd be back tomorrow.
"Since when did they get so close?", she muttered to herself, standing up as an older, bespectacled nurse came from the other end of the hall. The guard watching closely a few feet away.

"Oh excuse me dear, I'm sorry. I'm just here to finish up my rounds and then I'll be on my way."
"No, it's alright. Take your time.", Carrie said as she stood awkwardly in the doorway, not wanting to be in the way in Farrah's small room.
"She's a darling little girl isn't she? You must be so proud.", the nurse smiled, busily checking the monitors and making notes.
"I am. Is everything alright though, everything's normal?"
"Oh she is doing beautifully. No need to worry."

Pulling out the chair by Farrah's bed, she nodded for Carrie to sit. Watching with concern as she did so.

"My dear, forgive me but you don't look like you've slept in days."
"Yeah, well. That's because I haven't. Farrah was taken from me. She was kidnapped.", Carrie said, shuddering over the word as she reached for Farrah's hand.
"Oh my goodness. Was the monster caught?"
"One of them was."
"Well you're not to worry, dear. The other one will be soon enough. And in the meantime this little dear is safe and back where she belongs."
"Yeah. She is."

Blinking back tears Carrie leaned more forward in the chair. Not hearing the nurse step out, then return with a pillow and a blanket she draped over her shoulders.
"You should try and get some sleep now too. Have to be awake and bright eyed for her when she wakes."
"I guess I do, don't I.", she shrugged, giving her a shy smile.
"Thank you so much."
"Anytime dear. Sleep well now."

After the nurse left Carrie assumed her former position half curled up beside Farrah, half in the chair. She knew her back would be stiff as a board by morning but she didn't care. It wasn't until a few hours later she felt a small grip on her hand and her eyes fluttered open.

"C..Carrie?"
"Hi sweetheart!", she smiled, a tear sliding down her face as Farrah smiled back at her, but then got a better sense of her surroundings and tensed up.
"Where...?"
"Shhh, you're in the hospital Farrah, but you're going to be just fine, okay? I promise. Everything's alright."
"Y..yes?"
"Pink swear." Grinning, Carrie linked their fingers, but her grin faded when Farrah tried to sit up in bed, her eyes nervously darting around.
"What's wrong? Who are you looking for, honey?"
"Where's..where's Virg? Dan? Pete, Bear?"
"Saul went home last night to get some sleep. So did Virgil. But Quinn and Danny stayed here."
"To sleep?"
"Yeah. They worked a long time to track you down and protect you. But they're gonna be fine. Just like you."

Nodding, Farrah's eyes felt heavy again. But she had more questions and fought to stay awake and ask them.
"Wh..what about K..Khal-"
"Honey don't think about him, okay? Please.", Carrie begged, but from the look on Farrah's face it was clearly too late for that.
"Samir..he..he try to hurt-"
"Shh, shh."
Small size of the bed be damned she climbed in beside Farrah, mindful of the IV as she scooched down and slipped an arm around her, held her close.

"It's okay, Farrah. It's all over now. I promise it's all over.", she soothed, trying to remind herself of the same thing.
"I'm so sorry it happened. That you were afraid."
Guiltily she sighed and Farrah held onto her a little tighter.

"I..I wasn't scared the..whole time. I..I was brave."
"Oh I know. I know you were. I bet you were braver than me."
Laughing lightly she brushed her lips on the top of her head.

"But you shouldn't have had to be that brave, Farrah. What happened to you never should've happened. But it's over and I'll make sure it stays that way. Neither of them are going to come after you any more, sweetheart. Samir's gone, and Khaliq's not going to get near you ever again. You have my word."

At her words Farrah shook her head, quickly squirmed out of her arms.
"No but Khal..Khaliq, no!", she cried before she started protesting in Arabic. Insisting Khaliq had looked after her, that he hadn't done anything wrong, and that she had to know if he was okay.

Carrie may have understood the language, but not what she was trying to tell her. And didn't really want to understand anything about the man that kidnapped her little girl. She just wanted this nightmare to be behind them both.

"Wh..where is Khaliq?"
"Farrah, I don't know."
"You..you find him? Please?"
Shaking her head, Carrie bit her lip, adjusted the blanket better over them.
"Carrie?"
"Sweetheart just try and relax, okay?"
"But, Khaliq-"
"Farrah, I don't want to talk about Khaliq. I don't!"
Frowning up at the look on Carrie's face, the iciness in her voice when she said her brother's name, Farrah's lip began to quiver.

"Farrah, wait-"
"No!", she cried, curling up in a small ball in the corner of the bed.
"Honey, he took you away from me. He kept us apart.", Carrie sighed. Reaching to rub Farrah's shoulder her heart broke when she shied away.
"Farrah, please?"
Unable to get the girl to listen or look at her, now it was her turn to start tearing up.