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After fleeing the church basement, Carrie made it as far as the stairwell before Brody grabbed her by the waist, laughed as he spun her towards him.
"Sergeant Brody, we're still on church property," she teased.
"I'll keep an eye out for strict nuns," he murmured, nipping at her ear before kissing the line of her jaw, curve of her neck.
"Brody, shit. We can't…oh, shit." Carrie sighed as he dropped soft kisses down her throat. When he slid his hand under her top though, snapping back to reality when his hand grazed her belly she jumped, backed up.
"What is it…what?"
"Nothing, nothing, I just…fuck."
Trailing off, pulling her shirt back down she bowed her head as Brody came up, rubbed her shoulders.
"Carrie…"
When his hands moved to cup her face she sighed, shook her head.
"I want to. It's just…" Feeling light kicks she bit her lip. Not sure how to admit to him how fucking self conscious she'd felt since her ankles began swelling and her walk turned to more of a waddle. Instead she shook her head, glanced back up at him and softly smiled.
"It's been awhile," she said, reaching up to hold his face. When his hand came to rest on the back of her's and he turned his head, kissed her palm Carrie's knees shook. Slipping her free arm up around his neck for support she kissed him, deepened it when he responded.
His turn to pull back now, Brody smiled. "Hasn't been that long since we did that."
"What are you talking about? It's been-"
"Just a day or two since you broke into my hospital room," he said, then frowned at her confused expression.
"A day or two?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" he asked.
"I broke in your room during your first night there, Brody. And I kissed you-"
"Yeah, you did," Brody grinned as she moved away from him, then up a step in the stairwell. Playfully he moved up to join her, only to see from the look on her face she wasn't feeling playful at all.
"No. I kissed you when you were unconscious! And not like that!" Carrie scoffed.
"Unconscious? Wait, you hadn't come in there since?"
"No! Wait, did you think that I had? Jesus, what kind of drugs were you on? I don't-"
"I wasn't on fucking drugs, Carrie!" Brody exclaimed.
"Well tell me what you do remember. Every little thing." Carrie coaxed.
"I'd flashed back, I was with my dad. Then I was alone. I was sitting on the floor in the corner. It was dark, and you came in the room and knelt down and-"
Going quiet seeing the look on her face, he swallowed hard.
"I didn't come in your room, Brody," Carrie said gravely.
"Well who did? Who the fuck would-"
Looking at her when it occurred to them both who had, Brody's eyes narrowed as Carrie's iced over.
"That fucking bitc-."
Before he could finish his sentence Carrie was already running out of the stairwell, after grabbing the keys from his jacket pocket.
"Shit, Carrie? Carrie!"
Overwhelmed with deja'vu when she power walked ahead of him across the parking lot, Brody called after her but she didn't turn around.
"Hey, wait. Wait!"
Catching up to her at the car, seeing her fumbling with the keys he shook his head.
"Son of a...fuck."
"Let me help," Brody offered. Taking the keys from her shaking hands he unlocked the car as she pulled the handle, jumped in the driver's seat.
"Hey, are you okay to-"
"I'm fine. Just get in the fucking car!" Carrie ordered as Brody nodded, obeyed. When she started the car, sped off he swore, clutched the center console as the tires squealed.
"For Christ's sake, Carrie!"
After she turned out of the lot, cut off about three cars in the process she cursed them out, turned to Brody.
"Where's Nathaniel's bar?"
"It's right after the exit you take to get the trailer park. Not too far."
Met with a glare he shook his head, looked at her incredulously. "What?"
"I meant for you to look it up on my phone or on the goddamn road map! Did Nancy give you directions?"
"No! Nathaniel did! And will you slow the fuck down, you're gonna get us pulled over!"
"Tell the cop if we're stopped that I'm in labor. And you were too fucking useless to drive!"
"Like they're gonna believe that."
Met with an even fiercer glare, Brody apologized and grabbed the road map. Reluctantly navigated the rest of the way.
Once reaching the bar, swerving into the lot Carrie parked on an angle. Taking up two spots doing so.
"Nice parking! We're gonna catch some shit for that I'm sure," Brody scoffed.
"I'll be in there two goddamn minutes," Carrie hissed. Getting out of the vehicle, slamming the door behind her, she stormed over to the bar entrance. Went inside before Brody could argue or attempt to stop her.
"Hey, Blondie!" Nathaniel greeted. Getting off his stool to see if Brody was nearby, he missed Carrie brush past him and approach Nancy who was sipping her drink. Rolling her eyes she tapped the brunette on the shoulder.
Turning, Nancy rolled her eyes seeing who was staring her down. "Carrie? What the hell do you-"
Her answer coming in the form of a punch to her nose, Nancy fell backward into the bar as Nathaniel sputtered, swore. Grabbed her some napkins to curb the blood.
"What the fuck! Where did that come from?!" he barked.
"When you get that blood off her lips, tell her to keep them to her fucking self!" Carrie snarled, letting out a snort before she turned on her heel to leave. Only to feel a tap to the shoulder when she reached the door.
"Not so fast, Blondie."
"Damn it! Nathaniel my name is Carrie. Carrie Math-"
Turning to see it wasn't Nathaniel, but rather two goonlike men behind her, Carrie snorted. "Bouncers? Don't worry, I'm going."
"We don't need bouncers in this bar, sweetheart." The taller man said, moving to stand in front of Carrie, stare her down.
Staring him down right back Carrie didn't even flinch as he stepped into her and his buddy moved to stand uncomfortably close behind her.
"Careful," Carrie scoffed. "Or people are gonna think the two of you are responsible for this."
When she moved her hand to her bump, the bigger man laughed. "Us two? Darlin, you couldn't handle the two of us," he said suggestively.
"Well you've got what, one ball between the two of you to put to use?" Carrie asked, getting them glaring. "I'm sure I could handle that, given your minuscule fucking dicks!"
"What are you talking about, minuscule?"
"It means small, asshole!" she spat.
"Anyone ever tell you you're a piece of work, bitch?"
"Yes," Carrie said simply, not intimidated so much as increasingly annoyed as the men closed in on her.
"Look. My problem with Nancy doesn't concern either of you. She knows my feelings, it's finished, and now I'm leaving."
"Nanc is a friend of ours, you know."
"Well find some new fucking friends! Excuse me."
When the men didn't budge Carrie shot them icy looks. "I'm sorry. Did you not hear me?"
Still not getting a response, Carrie kneed the man in front of her in the groin, then reached back to sock the one behind her in the jaw. Finally getting away from the two of them as Brody stormed into the bar.
"You said you were gonna be two minutes! What the fuck did you-"
Trailing off, seeing the two men doubled over and Nathaniel tending to a bloodied up Nancy, Brody shot Carrie a glare.
"Mother fucking...Carrie!"
"C'mon, we should go," she said, grabbing his hand and going to walk them out.
"Not so fucking fast!" the man snarled, getting to his feet and immediately taking a swing at Carrie. Prompting Brody to lunge at him. Taking him by the collar he shoved him into the jukebox.
"She's six months pregnant, you fucking sack of shit!"
"Shit, Brody-" Coming up behind Carrie tried to pull him off him. "Leave him, Brody. He's not worth it!"
"Well neither was she!" Brody spat, glancing over at Nancy who was laughing from her spot on the barstool.
"You didn't say that when you had your tongue down my throat, honey!" she crowed. Still holding her bloody nose that Carrie was aiming to bust open again. Jumping between the women, Nathaniel held Carrie back.
"Easy, blondie. You got your hits in alread-"
"Get the fuck off of me!" Carrie snarled, trying to break his hold on her as Nancy continued to laugh.
"Just get her a straitjacket, Nate!"
"Shut up Nan!" he hissed as she shook her head.
"Go back to your fucking finger painting, psycho!"
Breaking Nathaniel's hold, lunging at her, Carrie shoved Nancy off the stool, onto the floor of the bar. Catching the attention of the whole room.
"Catfight!"
"Fucking shit!" Brody spat, turning away from the too familiar looking goon he'd bloodied up to intervene with Nathaniel.
Once they pulled Carrie off of Nancy, and the both of them off the floor, Brody barely got Carrie outside before he doubled over, swore when a closed fist landed on his lower back.
Flashing back to the last time he'd been in this much pain he froze, realized why this goon and his friend seemed so familiar.
Reaching up, he tried to pull himself off the floor using a nearby chair.
"You fuckers," he laughed, catching his breath. "You thought you'd killed me, right?"
After catching her breath outside, assessing the cut on her face and Nancy's bite mark on her arm, then smiling remembering the black eye she'd left the brunette with, overhearing Brody's quip to the goons, Carrie's eyes iced over and she stormed back in the bar. Pretended she hadn't heard Brody's plea that she stay outside.