Okay here's the latest. Sorry for the delay in getting this out. Life caught up to me. Thanks so much Bookworm, lipamo, zarqa. And I had a feeling you'd like my new character, Indigo! Glad you enjoyed catching up. More to come soon. :)
Looking up from his paperwork after hearing a knock on his office door, Khan frowned. He didn't usually get visitors and it was almost the end of his shift.. He'd only been in his office to gather his things before going home for the night, and was frustrated that the trip was going to be delayed.
"Come in."
Not recognizing the short, stocky brunette glaring at him, Khan's frown deepened. "Can I help-"
"Oh yeah. You can definitely help me, bucko!"
"Bucko? What in the world are you-"
"Look, I know you're the new hot young thing at this hospital, you're used to every intern and nurse going gaga over you, but I know what you're really about!"
"Well please, enlighten me then!" Khan exclaimed, genuinely curious and confused.
"I know what you did!" Abby growled, slamming her hand on the desk and making him jump.
Shaking his head Khan snorted, tried to recover. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. I haven't done anything-"
"You have done something! To my patient! And you sure as hell aren't going to get away with it!" Abby spat as he scoffed, leaned forward in his chair.
"Your name is Abigail Reynolds, yes?"
"How do-"
When he pointed to her ID tag Abby went red, tried to conceal it. "I prefer Abby," she snapped.
"Very well then, Abby. Would you mind taking a seat so that we can discuss this calmly."
"I don't want to sit down! I didn't come down here to have a calm discussion, Dr. Khan!"
"Clearly," Khan muttered.
"I came here to figure out what you did to my patient. Carrie Mathison!"
When Khan bit his lip, looked nervous all of a sudden Abby smiled, knowing she had him where she needed him.
"Did you help Carrie leave the hospital?"
"I...I do not-"
Lunging Abby slammed her arm down on the back of his neck. Smushing his face into the desk. "Answer me!"
"Alright, alright! Good God, you're strong!" Khan exclaimed as she applied more pressure. "Alright, yes! YES! I helped Carrie leave here, yes!"
"Do you have any idea what you've done!"
"I'm starting to, yes," Khan sighed as she let him up. Rubbing the back of his neck he snorted.
"You think this is a joke?!" Abby yelled. "Do you know what will happen to you if I report this?"
"The same thing that will happen to you, is that correct?" Khan retorted, rolling his eyes. "Clearly you care deeply for Carrie, Abby. If you had seen the state she was in, how desperate she was to leave here, you certainly would've helped to-"
"Don't assume that about me! You don't know me from Adam," Abby spat, pacing the small room. "If Carrie was that distraught the first thing I'd do is get her the help she needed here! The hospital where she was placed by the court!" she exclaimed, running a hand through her hair before sitting in the corner chair.
"Where did you bring her?"
When Khan looked hesitant to answer, her eyes narrowed. "Do you want me to put you in a headlock again?"
"After I answer you probably will regardless," Khan groaned. "I brought her to a bus stop on the corner of Fifth and Oak Street. Per her request," he added.
"She refused to tell me where she planned to go. She just said she needed to think. That she needed some answers."
"Well I'm gonna need some answers too."
Looking up, seeing Brody glowering in the doorway, Khan's eyes went cold.
"Did you bring him with you?!" he asked as Abby shook her head, stood up.
"No! Of course not," she hissed, approaching the door. "Brody, I have this under control! You don't have to-"
"I just heard him admit to helping Carrie take off. I think I have a fucking right to confront him about it!" Brody snapped as Khan stood as well, looked at him stony eyed.
"You don't have any right," he growled. "Not after what I've seen from-"
"What? What have you seen?" Brody spat. "Who the fuck even are you?"
"You barge into my office demanding answers! What's to say you even deserve to hear them!"
"I deserve to know what you fucking did to her!"
"What I did to her? What I..." Trailing off, Khan laughed without humor. Shook his head in awe.
"Is this a fucking joke to you! Carrie's almost six months pregnant. She's the mother of my child!"
"Seems that's all that she is to you. As if you even deserve that chance, you traitorous, cheating, miserable..."
When Brody lunged at Khan, Abby swore, quickly got between them.
"Alright you two that's enough! Settle down. NOW!" she ordered, taking Brody but the arm.
"You come with me, Sergeant."
"Abby, for Christ's sake..." he griped as she pushed him out the door, into the hallway.
"Hey, take it easy! Jesus, I did get the shit kicked out of me two days ago."
"If you were healthy enough to go after him you can handle a little shoving from me." Abby snorted, walking him over to her office. Once there she sat down behind her desk, reached for the phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"Someone who may be able to point us in the direction of the blonde we love," she sighed. "Just sit tight. Here."
Reaching into her desk drawer she took out, held out a candy dish.
"Hey, thanks!" Brody said.
"I usually just bring it out for the kids, but since you were acting beyond childish in there..."
"Hey, so long as I get a treat out of it."
When he grabbed a second peanut butter cup Abby set the dish back in the drawer, smacked Brody on the hand.
"Only one treat, Marine," she said firmly, bringing the phone to her ear before speaking. "Hi, Saul. It's Abby. Listen, don't get upset. But we've got a situation."
Smile fading Brody put the second piece of candy down on the desk.
"Look, I've got Brody here with me. Can I put you on speaker? Yeah, he's doing fine. Well...fine as he can be given the circumstances," Abby sighed.
Reaching across the desk she squeezed Brody's hand reassuringly as he squeezed her's back.
After Abby relayed what Khan had told her, and Saul calmed down enough to think, Brody piped up, asking if the older man had any ideas as to where Khan could have helped her get to.
Before Saul could reply, seeing he was getting another call he frowned, switched to call waiting.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Berenson, this is Gary Sanders. I'm head of the evening security team at Langley."
"Of course, Gary. Christ, I've known you for years," Saul frowned. "What's this about?"
"I just learned that someone made an attempt to access your office this past hour."
"That's impossible," he scoffed. "What about the alarms? The guards who work outside the damn building?"
"Mr. Berenson, because of budget we don't have an active evening guard out front. The only way to get past the security gate though is keying in a numeric code and scanning an ID badge."
"Well I still got my fucking badge. Who-"
"Mr. Galvez's ID was scanned, sir. That's why I'm calling. I wanted to see if you gave him clearance to enter your office tonight."
"Gary, Galvez is the acting director. Of course he has clearance to use my office."
"Well it just came as a surprise, sir. After all he has his own office," Gary said. "I was just concerned and wanted to inform you before I sent a team to search the area."
Swallowing hard, Saul ran his free hand over his face. Thinking of one person that would want access to his office at this hour. One who had far more reason than Galvez to try and access it.
"Gary don't send a team to check it out. Your men have more important work at this hour. I'll head over there myself. See what's cooking."
"Mr. Berenson, it's really no-"
"Leave it, Gary. I'll be down there in twenty."
After hanging up, hitting the call waiting button Saul chewed his lip, waited for Abby to answer.
"Abby it's me. I got a lead. On Carrie."
"Where the fuck is she, Saul?" Brody barked. Rolling his eyes Saul was tempted to hang up.
"None of your goddamn business."
"None of my...you son of a bitch! If you helped set this up-"
"You think I wanted this to happen?! Fucking Christ."
"Look it doesn't matter. I'm coming with you to find her! Hell, I'll follow your fucking car!"
"You're not gonna do a goddamned thing, you understand?!" Saul spat, rubbing the bridge of his nose and trying to keep in check. "Whatever Carrie was trying to get away from at that hospital involved you, Sergeant Brody. Otherwise she'd be stuck to you like fucking glue." he reminded. "I'll handle this. And so help me if you try anything..."
Hearing Brody swear, stand up and shove his chair across the room, Saul rolled his eyes. Moreso when he heard Abby sigh on the other line.
"Saul, do you really have to keep him at arms length in all this? Why-"
"You know I do. For all the reasons I just gave him."
Rolling her eyes she sank onto the edge of the desk.
"I just don't like him being shut out! It's not-"
"Look, if Brody's in any way responsible for Carrie taking off, she sees him walk up alongside me and she'll shut me out. Maybe fucking shut down all together. Who's your priority in all of this?" he asked as she sighed again, nodded.
"You're right. I know you're right, I just..."
"I know. I'm as sick of this bullshit between them as you are," Saul muttered, unlocking his car.
"Look I gotta go but I'll-"
"You'll keep me posted!" Abby insisted. "About everything. You understand?"
"Yes," Saul assured, softly smiling as he got in the front seat. Buckled up. "You'll be kept in the goddamn loop. I promise."