Okay, on with this marathon segment aka my mourning for my OTP and transferring that emotion into fanfic. Gotta say it's a good coping mechanism. One more chapter akin to this to follow and then I'll switch gears. I promise. Anyway, enjoy and thanks so much Bookworm, proper review to your fic is forthcoming. Also lipamo, saw your comment, I promise (in spite of this update) it's been taken into consideration. :)

"Okay if you didn't shoot Jon, then..."

"We just dug up dirt on him, Carrie. We found his van, ran a background check. Then we confronted him, said we expose all the shit he'd been up to and discredit him in front of the judge. The prick decided to back off."

"And you're sure, absolutely sure, he won't-"

"The asshole's through, Carrie. I swear.", Brody assured.

"Holy shit."

Seeing her shivering when a draft rolled in from the vent above, Brody took off his overcoat and slipped it around her shoulders. Grinning, he gestured to the labcoat and ID tag he was wearing. Carrie didn't so much as smile.

"Hey, are you..."

"Fine. I'm fine. Just, walking a little to calm down.", she sighed, walking back and forth in front of the cot with her arms crossed.

"Well now you're making me nervous. Sit back down.", Brody said. Watching her pacing reminded him of when he'd do the same in confined spaces.

"This isn't a typical room here, is it?", he asked nervously, eyes darting around.

"Just where you're held when they have nowhere else to put you. It didn't help that I came in with cuffs on. They probably thought I was a fucking hardened criminal.", Carrie scoffed, before glancing over and seeing Brody's clenched jaw, how tense and uncomfortable he looked. Then she put two and two together. How a place like this must look and feel to him.

Climbing back onto the cot she reached for, squeezed his hand.

"You okay?", she asked as he turned, managed a soft smile.

"Yeah, I'm good."

Arching a brow disbelievingly Carrie shook her head.

"I don't believe you."

"Really. I'll be okay. Don't worry."

Bringing her hand to his lips he gently kissed it, prompting her to shift closer to him. When he went to lie back on the cot though, she stayed seated upright.

"C'mon, Carrie. You need to get some sleep. We both do."

"Yeah well I can't."

"Because you're convincing yourself you can't.", Brody sighed.
"Just lie back. You'll probably fall asleep soon as your head hits the pillow."

"I doubt it.", Carrie snorted, looking skeptical.

"You know you're acting like Farrah right now. Only she's not as bratty."

"I'm not bratty. And if I am it's because I can't fucking sleep."

"Prove it then. Lie down.", Brody said stubbornly.

"What happened to keeping a safe distance?", Carrie smirked.

"I'm past that. Now I'm just lonely over here."

"Lonely?", she questioned.

"Lonely. And in a room that may as well be a fucking cage."

Shaking her head Carrie snorted.

"Great, playing on my sympathy. You're seriously trying to guilt me into going to sleep?"

"Whatever works.", Brody smiled slyly as she groaned, reluctantly curled up next to him on the cot as his arm snuck around, pulled her close.

Draping, then curling her left arm around his chest possessively, she let out a half sigh-half yawn. Feeling his fingers comb through her hair.

"So how...how is..."

"She's okay. She was asleep when Quinn and I left."

"Really?", Carrie frowned.

"It's early for her to be in bed."

"I think it was just a long day for her.", Brody said. Regretting his words when her face fell.

"You'll see her tomorrow, Carrie. Danny said he'd make sure she got to the courthouse. You can give her a hug, make her laugh. Let her know everything's gonna be okay."

"Brody I know, I just..."

"Yeah.", he nodded. Hearing the pain in her voice and knowing a few minutes on the courthouse steps together was nowhere near enough time. Holding her close he kissed the top of her head.

"I wanted to try and sneak her in here tonight, but..."

"Wait, what?", Carrie asked sharply.

"I thought it'd be good for you, for you both, if you saw each other, I-"

"No, it wouldn't have!"

"Carrie..."

"Not in here! Jesus Christ, Brody. A six year old getting a tour of the fucking psych ward?"

"I'm not saying we'd throw her in lockdown with you! I'm saying the two of you go on the grounds, spend some time..."

"No, Brody.", Carrie refused.

"I told Maggie already, I don't want her thinking I'm away because I'm sick. I'm not going to scare her like that!"

"Carrie, you and I both know you're not..."

"It's still a hospital. And Farrah hates them. She finds out I'm staying at one she'll think that something's wrong with me. Medically. I won't put her through that! And the last thing I want is some patient or staff member walking around and frightening or giving her the wrong idea."

"Okay, okay. I understand. I won't bring her."

"Swear it!", she insisted.

"I swear. I swear.", Brody assured. Holding her a little bit closer.

"I'm sorry. I just...I can't..."

"It's okay.", he soothed as she sniffed, tightened her arm around him.

"I miss her."

"I know you do. But she'll be okay. We will too. At least right now we can keep each other company."

"Yeah.", Carrie nodded, wiping her eyes.

"And you've got some company with you on a regular basis."

Lightly laughing he moved his hand to her stomach as she rolled her eyes.

"You know there's not much to feel there yet. All I've felt is fucking nauseous every morning."

"You want me to call Maggie, have her bring you something tomorrow when she drops your suit off?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Crackers. Sprite?"

"No, I'll..I'll be fine.", Carrie laughed, knowing it was nice of him to offer but it wouldn't do shit.

"You know I had a checkup earlier, before they stuck me in here."

"And?"

"Everything looks good. I'm seven weeks already."

"Makes sense.", Brody mused before a sly grin filled his face.

"I think it was in the rain, you know.", he said as she laughed, frowned at him.

"What makes you say that? What about the bathtub?"

"Hey, I had no issues with the bathtub. I'm just saying it happened in the rain."

"He says with such certainty.", she mocked.

"Look at our history though. First time we met, not at your office."

"In the rain."

"First time we were together sober."

"Well, I guess..."

"You guess. You know I'm right."

"Okay, fine. You're fucking right. You're a dork but you're fucking right."

"Thank you.", Brody said smugly before going serious.
"So, are you going to want to find out the sex? When you can I mean."

"Yeah. I think so. It'll just be easier to wrap my head around all this if I know..."

"No, it's fine. It's your choice."

"You don't want to know, do you?", Carrie said knowingly as he shrugged, looked away.

"It's okay if you don't. Next time I have an appointment I'll ask and you can leave the room."

"Assuming I'm here for it."

"You will be. Today was just a weird exception. I did want you there though, I do...want you there."

"Okay. Noted."

After comfortable silence kicked in, seeing as neither of them were ready to sleep yet, Brody broke the quiet with an odd suggestion.

"So you want to play a game?"

"A game?"

"Not doctor. Just gonna say that up front."

Her eager grin changing to a skeptical frown, Carrie shrugged.

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Two truths and a lie?"

"You're joking."

"What? I thought you'd like it."

"I liked it when I was eight and sleeping over at a friends house.", she laughed.

"At the very least it'll kill time."

"Yeah, or bore us both to sleep."

"Hey, what makes you think I'm gonna bore you?", Brody scoffed.

"Fine then, impress me."

"Fine. I was born in the desert. I took my dad's car for a joy ride before I even had a permit. I had a dog growing up named Tito."

"Tito?", Carrie laughed.

"Yes. Tito."

"Okay fine...um.", Biting her lip she ran through each statement in her head.

"Well I know the joy ride is true."

"Shit. The polygraph.", Brody muttered, smacking himself upside the head as she laughed.

"I never saw you as the dog type. Especially one called Tito. But the desert?"

Nodding, he put his hands behind his head, leaned back more against the pillow.

"My dad was stationed in the Mojave. I was born at the base there."

"I had no idea.", Carrie murmured, propping herself up on the pillow.

"How long did you live there?"

"Just when I was a kid. We moved around a lot. I was in high school when we settled down in Virginia."

"And you met Jess?", she asked, not jealous so much as curious.

"Yeah.", Brody said, swallowing hard before looking back to her, smiled.

"Anyway, your turn. Sorry I bored you."

"No, you didn't. Mine might put you to sleep though."

"You're kidding, right?"

Rolling her eyes she smiled, tried to decide.

"Okay. I learned to play trumpet when I was seven. I had a fling with one of my professors in college. I've never smoked."

"Shit, you are good at this."

"Hey, you're the one who asked an intelligence officer to play a truth game.", Carrie scoffed, before her eyes clouded over.

"Former intelligence officer, I mean."

"Hey, I didn't-"

"No, I'm alright. I...I'm alright.", she assured, resting her chin on his chest.

"Well the trumpet thing I could see. The smoking? I dunno. I smoked once and I was nowhere half the rebel I'm sure you were."

"You're probably right.", Carrie grinned as he frowned curiously at her.

"So you actually, with your professor..."

"Of my foreign affairs class.", she smirked.

"Nice.", Brody snorted.

"He wasn't that much older. And he wasn't married or seeing anyone at the time."

"How long were you with him?"

"My freshman year. But then he got serious and I got spooked. I broke it off. It just got to be too much.", she shrugged, running her thumb over one of his scars. Even with his shirt and labcoat on she managed to find, trace the one by his collarbone.

"If you're up for even more honesty, you're the longest relationship I've ever had."

"Yeah?"

Nodding, a smile broke onto her face.

"And, you're the only man I've been with who felt compelled to dress like a shrink and break into my hospital room.", she said, getting him laughing.

"You know you can tell Maggie that I'm keeping the lab coat. And the hair."

"Bullshit! You're washing that dye out before Farrah sees you tomorrow and you fucking scare her."

"Well, fine.", Brody huffed as Carrie pressed a kiss where her fingers had been, moved them to undo the labcoat and start on his shirt buttons.

"You can keep this though."

"Good. I think it works for me."

Rolling her eyes Carrie dragged her lips down his chest, kissing his scars as she revealed them.

"Hey...now hold on. In here?"

"What?"

"Carrie we're in a fucking locked ward."

"Note the operative word locked.", she smirked.

"Peter Quinn is right outside the door.", Brody sputtered, trying not to react to her hand wandering, undoing his belt.

"It's not like he hasn't heard us before."

"Carrie, no. We're not fucking in here.", he said sharply as she snorted, rolled her eyes and rolled away from him.

"Jesus.", she huffed. Folding her arms over her chest.

"Carrie..."

"No, it's fucking fine, Brody. Really."

"It's fine when you're gonna lie there pouting the rest of the night?"

Rolling her eyes again she stared up agitated at the ceiling as Brody moved closer. A boyish, puppy dog grin on his face.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?", he asked, snuggling closer and moving his arm over her til his hand settled on her hip.

"Stop acting cute. It's fucking annoying."

"You sound crabby. Are you crabby?"

"Yes, I am!"

"Well you don't have to be crabby. There's no law saying you have to be or anything."

"Jesus Christ.", she groaned. Rolling over as his other hand moved towards her ribs.

"Brody!"

"What?", he asked cheekily.
"You're not ticklish, are you?"

"Fuck no." she snorted, still turned away but biting her lip, refusing to let on.

"Are you sure? You're absolutely sure you're not..."

"Yes! Goddammit Brody, I'm not-"

Before she could protest further his hand on her hip shot up to her neck and he started tickling under her chin. Getting Carrie squirming, struggling to get away from him. He was stronger though and managed to keep her pinned, still giggling too loudly given the setting.

"I swear if you don't, agh, STOP! Stop you fucking son of a...", she squeaked as he relentlessly kept it up. Managing though to free an arm Carrie reached up and through his unbuttoned lab coat and shirt, pinched his upper arm and twisted the skin.

"Ow! What the..."

"Ha!", Carrie laughed, looking triumphant as she finally caught her breath, sat up.

"Motherf...ow! That hurt!"

"Hey if you don't stop whining I'll have to do it again!"

"You really are crabby.", Brody snorted as she grinned, made a pinching motion with her fingers. Then though her smile went softer.

"Can I tell you a secret."

"Are you going to pinch me again?"

"No.", she laughed, shaking her head.

"Fine, what is it?", he asked, moving closer as she leaned in.

"I'm really glad you're here.", she whispered. Eyes misting up as he took her face in his hands, let his lips play temptingly over her's before they resumed their earlier position. Squashed together in the too small bed.