Okay firstly, for anyone who saw the premiere...AAAAAAAAAAAAGH. :o
Secondly here's the latest. As I said, this update was a tough one for me to get out for a lot of reasons, but there was no getting around it with the way I plotted out this story so, take it as you will. :/ More to follow soon.
"But Pete he want to see me. He want to SEE ME!", Farrah cried. Dragging her feet as Quinn swore under his breath and lifted her, threw her over his shoulder.
Ignoring her small fists hitting at his upper back, and cursing himself for parking so far away from the square, he started power walking towards the path.
Quinn knew it looked suspicious, him jogging off with a hysterical little girl, but it was preferable to Khaliq catching up to them and him being forced to pull his knife.
"Pete we stop, please!"
Silently Quinn kept jogging towards the path but glanced back over his shoulder to see Khaliq, now rounding the corner and catching up.
Not all the way to the parking lot yet, Saul turned at the commotion he was hearing, and saw Quinn with a sobbing Farrah hoisted over his shoulder. Fearing the worst he jogged over to them.
"Quinn what the..what happened?!
"Take Farrah to your car."
"What? Why-"
"Just take Farrah to your goddamn car!", Quinn ordered, and despite Farrah crying and thrashing around and repeating the word no, Saul knew the younger man meant business.
"C'mon now Farrah, enough. We have to-"
"No, no, no, NO!", Farrah cried, squirming out of Quinn's arms during the hand off. As soon as her feet touched the ground she took off running back down the path.
"Fuck!", Quinn spat, taking off after her with Saul at his heels.
"Quinn, who the fuck is she-"
"Khaliq."
"That goddamn son of a.."
"C'mon, he was gaining on us."
Keeping up with Quinn's brisk pace, Saul spotted Khaliq in the distance and Farrah headed on the path straight to him. Luckily he caught up to her, grabbed hold of her before she could get within hugging distance of her big brother.
"Bear no! Khaliq..!"
"Farrah listen to me, just listen. Think about Carrie. What would she say if she were here right now?"
"But..but he my brother! He my BROTHER!"
Farrah wailed, in a tearful mix of English and Arabic.
"And he took you away from us, from Carrie. He almost got you very, very hurt.", Saul reminded, his voice calm but his eyes staring daggers up at Khaliq.
"But Bear..."
"Shh.."
Adjusting her in his arms so her face was hidden in his shoulder, Saul rubbed her back to calm her down, cleared his throat.
"Khaliq, let us leave quietly and we can forget about all of this, alright? We won't press charges for the kidnapping, the harassment, no harm will come to you or to Farrah. She's being cared for."
"By a crazy woman?", Khaliq spat, shaking his head as Saul glared.
"What did you just say about her?"
"I did some research. Your Carrie Mathison? She is unstable, yes? What business does she have caring for my younger sister, calling herself a mother?"
"Don't you fucking say that.", Saul growled, standing up as Quinn stepped over to hold Farrah, watched as Saul took Khaliq by the collar.
"Don't you ever fucking say that. You understand me? Carrie Mathison's the best thing to happen to that girl. She loves your sister more than her own life."
"Then where is she?", Khaliq retorted, shoving Saul's hands away from his collar before stepping back.
"Farrah Hadad is my sister. My only sister. My brother's wish was for her to be with her blood relatives, her family. She belongs, with her family.", he hissed as his hand went to his back pocket.
On instinct Quinn's hand went to his holster, but panic seized him realizing his gun wasn't there. It was locked in his glove box so Farrah didn't risk spotting it on him.
"Khaliq...easy.", Saul coaxed, but Khaliq still drew his weapon, then made a move towards Farrah.
Jumping between them Quinn lunged at him. Working to fight Khaliq off and wrestle the gun from him, only to hear it go off.
Instantly Quinn dove back to shield Farrah while Khaliq staggered back, fearing he'd been shot.
Seeing who actually had, Quinn curled his arm around a shaking Farrah, pulled her against his right shoulder while his left hand went to put pressure on Saul's wound.
"Fuck, motherfucking, fuck!", he swore under his breath, right as Khaliq took off running before someone got in his path, threw him down.
Quinn couldn't make out who had until she ran over, called for an ambulance before reaching for Farrah, telling her to cover her eyes as she guided her away from the scene, towards a nearby patch of trees.
Seeing her red hair as she walked off Quinn was beyond grateful they'd opted to get ice cream.
With Farrah secure he turned all his attention to Saul, overlapping and pressing both his hands against his chest to try and curb the bleeding.
"God fucking damn it, Saul. You stay with me. Stay for your wife, for Farrah, Carrie! You fight for Carrie, Saul or so fucking help me..."
Not hearing the sirens and then the EMT's running up behind him, Quinn jumped when he felt a tap on the shoulder.
"Please move aside sir!"
Reluctantly doing as asked, fear filled his eyes when he saw Saul's slip shut. When a second EMT tried to jump in, assist, Quinn grabbed him by the arm.
"Sir, I don't-"
"This man's the deputy director of the goddamn CIA. You make sure he fucking lives, understand?"
Nodding the EMT stepped in to help while Quinn looked over to the trees, saw Farrah huddled next to the ice cream lady who was attempting to console her.
He wanted to join her but thought better of it, seeing his blood stained hands and shirt.
Turning back to the EMT's, wondering if they had a shirt or jacket to spare, something to clean his hands he saw they were already loading Saul into the ambulance. Running up to the driver's side window he knocked.
"Where are you taking him?"
"St Mary's is closest."
"Okay, thanks."
After the ambulance pulled away, moments later a squad car pulled up in it's place. One officer approached Khaliq who was regaining consciousness on the ground, while another approached Quinn.
"Sir, I'm Officer Benson, this is my partner Officer Crews. You mind telling us what happened?", she asked sternly.
Rehashing everything, shaking as he did so (more out of rage than fear), when Crews started reading Khaliq his rights, Quinn ran over, flashed his ID.
"Excuse me, what do you think you're-"
"This man shot the deputy director of the CIA. The Agency should decide what happens to him. Local cops have enough shit to deal with as is around here."
"Mr. Quinn, I..."
Met with a chilly glare Crews nodded, told him after they took statements and filed their own report, the Agency would have a say in how to proceed.
Once reaching agreement with the cops, while Benson went to take the ice cream girl's statement, Quinn threw on a jacket Crews loaned him and approached Farrah.
Scooping her up he held her close as she cried.
"P..Pete, I..I want..."
"I know, I know. You'll see Carrie soon, okay. You'll see her soon."