Okay here's the latest. Thank you so much for any newfound following, and to indigo and CSI Encyclopedia for the reviewage! Also, side note, while Carrie/Brody own my shipper heart and this fic, me thinks my Quinn love is starting to come through a little bit. Blame S3 so far.
Anyway, anyone checking this out please please throw some feedback my way. Good, bad, I can take it. Take this as you will, more to come soon!

After Carrie cried it out for a few minutes, mortified she was the first to pull back. Pulling Quinn's jacket a little tighter around her with one hand, while the other went to her hair.
"Carrie, are you.."
"I'm fine. I'm fucking fantastic. Why wouldn't I be.", she snorted, letting out a bitter laugh.

"Well if you're so fine let me have my jacket back, I'm freezing my ass off."
Sniffling, she looked at him incredulously before shrugging, tossing it off her.
"Fine, here."
"Carrie."
"Fuck, just take it! You wanted it back so badly, go ahead..it's yours. Just leave me the hell alone!", she shouted as she stood up, but quickly folded her arms over her chest in a last ditch effort to stop shivering.
"Jesus, fuck..", she choked out, her teeth starting to chatter.

Rolling his eyes Quinn walked back up, somewhat forcibly helped her into the jacket before zipping it.
"Stay here.", he commanded.

Too caught off guard to do otherwise, Carrie stood outside, watched as he ran to his car that was parked close by, unlocked it then grabbed something from the passenger seat and the glove box.

He returned with another jacket, a scarf that he handed to her, and something else she couldn't make out. Until he uncapped it and handed it to her too.
"What the-"
"Just drink. It'll warm you up.", he scoffed, sitting on the lawn before she joined him, took a swig from the vodka filled flask.

"So what the fuck was that back there.", he asked, taking the flask back from her.
"Quinn.."
"Not just theater, was it."

When she didn't respond, bowed her head he turned more to face her, saw her hands still quivering along with her chin.
"I fucking lost it."
"His bullshit about the foster arrangement crossed a line."
"It wasn't bullshit, Quinn.", Carrie sighed, getting a skeptical look.

"It wasn't! Saul kept me out of the entire process. He told me about Sabina Amir. She was his contact. He said he'd speak to her. I took him at his word that everything was handled and above board. I was so fucking bent on getting Farrah out of Iraq, I never even..."

Her voice breaking she shook her head.
"I never questioned it. Something had to be off for us to get away so fast but I didn't..."

"Hey. You know Saul, Carrie. You really think he'd fuck around with something this serious. That could cause this much damage?"

"He knew I wanted to get Farrah out of Baghdad! He knew we had a ticking clock there with my cover being blown. Maybe he thought it would never be found out. Neither of us expected Samir or Khaliq would even surface! I..I missed it. It was right in front of my eyes, every shady fucked up thing about the deal and I missed it all. Now, I..I could lose her!",

Carrie choked out, clasping her hand over her mouth as her eyes squeezed shut against tears. Her whole body practically fighting back a sob.

"Shh, hey. Easy.", Quinn soothed, shifting so he was sitting right in front of her,

"Carrie look at me.", he said, his voice commanding but gentle at the same time. Reluctantly she looked up, moved her hand off her face.

"Nobody, not a judge, certainly not the man in that cell is going to take Farrah away from you. Blood relative or not, Khaliq shot a man, Carrie. He kidnapped Farrah."

"But so did I! At least he's her brother! What judge in their right mind would let a bipolar spy raise a child who only became her's illegally!"

"Hey, who says this thing is even going to go to court. You're getting ahead of yourself. Right now, Khaliq is the only
man who suspects there's anything off about the foster arrangement. He's all we need to worry about."

"Yeah and I just stabbed him in the fucking hand.", Carrie said, shuddering as the scene replayed in her head.

"I take it that's not one of your standby tactics.", Quinn asked, getting a jerky nod.

"He's Farrah's brother for God's sake. If she ever finds out I-"
"She won't. Look I don't want you to worry about this Khaliq thing. I'll handle it."

"Quinn no. I fucking brought all of this on myself. I didn't know for a fact that everything was above board and instead of looking into it, finding out one way or the other I ignored it. It's all my fault!"

"It doesn't matter. I want to help you out. Khaliq isn't the only one who can do some research. And Saul's not the only one with connections that aren't quite kosher."

"What are you trying to say, Quinn?"
"I'm saying, leave this to me. Just focus on being there for Saul, being there for Farrah. I'm more than capable of making something like this go away, but not if you get involved."

Eying him nervously Carrie bit her lip.
"I think I already have enough of Khaliq's blood on my hands, Quinn.", she warned as he snorted, rolled his eyes.

"Jesus, you think I really am a goddamn Godfather character, don't you."

Shrugging, for the first time since this ordeal started Carrie cracked a smile, but then looked down at her hands and cringed.

"I don't even know what fucking came over me. Jesus, I've never-"
"Hey, it's done with. Best thing you can do is just forget about it. Besides, if anyone's responsible here, I shouldn't have let you within a foot of the goddamn place.", Quinn said guiltily.

"You really think you could've stopped me?", Carrie scoffed.

"I could've tried. After everything...Christ, Carrie. You had no business doing anything tonight but going home."

"If I hadn't come here I just would've been worked up all night.", she sighed.
"And it's not like I've gotten a decent night's sleep since..."

"Since when?", Quinn frowned as she shook her head.
"No. Forget it."
"I'd rather not. Thanks.", Quinn scoffed.
"Look I know you said that you didn't want to talk about Brody..."
"I don't!", Carrie snapped but he looked on unfazed.

"Carrie, what the fuck happened?"
"You know what happened! He took off at the cabin, he blew off the meet with Saul.."
"There has to be more to it than that. Otherwise you wouldn't be this upset and-"

"Quinn.", Carrie cut off. "The only reason that I'm upset is because the son of a bitch in that bunker thinks he's fucking entitled to take Farrah away from me!", she cried.
"If you really want to help? If you're serious? Resolve that!"
"If I do, will you trust me?"

Thrown by his words Carrie let out a snort.
"Trust you?"
"Enough to tell me what the fuck really happened. You, Brody. I want to know."

Tearing up again she frowned, furrowed her brow.
"Why? Why do you care?"
"Because someone fucking should.", Quinn said simply.

Not sure how to respond to that, Carrie jumped when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Going to grab it, she looked up to see Quinn making his way back towards the bunkers.

Realizing she'd left her purse holding her key card back in the control room she jogged to catch up to him. Not in the mood to be locked out tonight.

Once inside, descending the stairs she answered her phone on the fourth ring. Hearing a small voice on the other end that made her tear up.

"Carrie?"
"Hi sweetheart, you okay?"
"I okay. But Maggie say I should call."
"You're at her house?"
"Yes."
"Listen, Farrah I want you to put her on the phone for me."
"But...no! I..I want to talk..."
"I know. I want to talk to you too. Just give me a few minutes to talk to Maggie though, okay? I promise she'll put you back on the phone as soon as we're done."
"Okay. She is here."

"Maggie?"
"Hi Carrie."
"Is there any..."
"No.", Maggie sighed.
"But there's no change for the worse either. When we left the hospital we were told he's in serious but stable condition."
"The serious is scaring the shit out of me.", Carrie admitted, running a hand through her hair.

"I know. But like I said, he's in good hands, at a great hospital. And I talked to Mira, she said you'll be able to sit longer with him tomorrow. Er, today."
"Good. That's good. Jesus, I'm so thrown off. I don't even know what day it is."
"It's understandable. Time gets away from you during things like this.", Maggie said sympathetically before biting her lip.
"Listen, I know you're not going to like this but I told Farrah she's staying over."

"Damn it, Maggie!"
"Carrie, she's half asleep and already in a pair of Josie's pajamas. It's an hour from Langley to here. That's too long a drive."
"I've made longer trips.", Carrie spat, reflecting on Canada.

"You shouldn't tonight. You need to get some sleep, Carrie. After everything that's-"
"Put Farrah on."
"Carrie..."
"Just put her on the goddamn phone!", she snapped before rubbing the bridge of her nose. Taking a breath.

"Please, Maggie. If I can't be there tonight I at least need to talk to her."
"Okay, I'll put her on. And you can come by whenever tomorrow. I'm working the later shift."
"I'll be there first thing."
"Alright. Farrah?", Maggie called as the girl came hurtling out of Josie and Ruby's room, down the hall towards her.
"I coming!", she yelped as Carrie sniffled, hearing her over the line.

"Is it Farrah?", Quinn mouthed, getting a nod as Carrie sat down in of the chairs in front of the computer desk. Setting the phone down on it she put it on speaker.

"Okay, I here again."
"Well hello again.", she laughed lightly.
"Farrah are you sure you're okay staying at Maggie's tonight?"

"It okay. Frank was saying ghost stories."
"You mean telling them."
"Yes, he tell them.", Farrah corrected.

"Well look, if you get scared of the stories or anything else I want you to call my cell. Maggie's got the number on the fridge if you need to see it. I promise, you need me and I'll drive right over. You have my word."
"Dan say you, at work?"
"Yeah, I am."
Picking up on her worry over the phone, Carrie sighed, ran a hand through her hair.

"You talk to.."
"Yes. I talked to Khaliq, but I don't want you to think about what happened with him, okay? Just focus on something else. Something happy."
"I try, but.."
"But what? Talk to me, Farrah. It's okay."
"I still mad.", Farrah sniffled.

"I know you are, honey. I am too. But like I said, just think about something else."
"Is Bear better?"
"Farrah..."
"He still asleep?"
"Yes. He is.", Carrie sighed.
"He, get better though? Right?"

Biting her lip Carrie quickly wiped at her eyes, trying to decide how best to answer. Then realized she couldn't answer, not yet.
"Sweetheart I can't tell you that. Not when I don't know one hundred percent that it'll be the truth. We just need to wait, okay? That's all we can do."

After a beat Farrah spoke up again, thinking this question was one Carrie could answer.
"Are you okay? You have bad mood?"
"Not as bad as it's been before. Really, I'm okay. C'mon I told you, talking to you always puts me in a good mood."
"You have medicine though? For after we stop talking?"

"Yeah. It's in that purse you made for me. Remember, the green one Zahira helped you braid?"
"Yes?"
"Yeah, I've got it right here.", Carrie smiled. Reaching for her larger purse she retrieved the smaller bag from it, twisting and twining the thin strap around her hands.

"I pick green because, it your favorite!"
"Mm hmm. Just like purple's yours.", she mused.
"I wearing purple pjs. With hearts!"
"Yeah? Did you ask Josie if she's got a matching pair that'll fit me?"

"No!", Farrah giggled. Overhearing her Quinn softly smiled, but then cleared this throat seeing the time.
"Oh, shi...Farrah, you should go to bed. It's really late."
"No! I..I not, tired.."
Hearing her yawning over the line Carrie snorted, rolled her eyes.

"I heard that."
"Okay, I a little tired."
"I knew it.", she grinned before hearing her name over the line.
"Yeah? Farrah what is it, just tell-"
"I, I love..you."

Squeezing her eyes shut against tears she shook her head, lightly laughed. Forgetting briefly that she was in a bunker deep underground and that the past few days had felt like a never ending nightmare.

"I love you too, habibti. Sleep well okay?"

After hanging up Carrie grabbed her phone, jacket, bags before getting to her feet and seeing Khaliq over the monitor. Glaring, she cursed him under her breath before storming out of the control room, catching Quinn's eye.

"Carrie, Carrie!", he called, following her out in the hall only to see she was already more than halfway up the stairs. When he heard the door slam behind her he swore, hit at then leaned up against the wall.

He knew there was no point in going after her. She wouldn't tell him anything beyond what he already knew as to why she was upset. But Quinn knew there was more going on, there was always more going on.

In order to figure out what though he'd have to come through for her, do what she asked regarding Farrah.
It would take some bold moves to make that happen, but luckily Quinn had thought ahead. Made a few of them already.