AN: Okay, here is the second half. I want to say thank you to all who reviewed as it made my day. This chapter is going to focus on the rumour mill at Langley and how Carrie and Quinn deal with the rumours. I know I promised quick updates but I am having issues, I have the plan all down but when it comes to writing it, everything comes out wrong. (A bit of info, only certain people know that Carrie and Quinn are married, which will explain some of the things people say.)
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Bethanie.
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Chapter 3 (Part 2)
It's amazing what you can hear if you are in the ladies long enough. And Carrie was ready to punch somebody's lights out at what she was hearing.
"Carrie Mathison, you know, the crazy blonde who's dating Peter Quinn, is pregnant."
"How do you know?"
"Laura from HR told me, she overheard Carrie informing HR."
"I bet she got herself knocked up on purpose because we all know that Peter would never stay with her for long." There was a brief pause, a rustle of a make-up bag before the women began gossiping again, "I mean what guy would, she might be attractive but she has so many issues."
"And then there is the fact that she has slept with pretty much every guy at Langley."
"Whore."
"And there was that rumour that she was the CIA agent that slept with Brody."
"Peter deserves so much better than that little tramp."
Carrie had decided that she had heard enough, she flushed the toilet and walked out of the cubicle, washed her hands and left the bathroom, ignoring the two bitches from legal.
She blinked away the tears before walking back into the ops room where there was a handful of analysts, they stopped talking the minute that she walked in.
"Oh for god's sake." She exclaimed, "If you have something to say about me don't do it behind my fucking back."
The analysts all looked at each other before one of them spoke up.
"Is the rumour true, are you pregnant?"
"Not that it is anyone's fucking business but yes I am pregnant and yes it is Peter Quinn's baby." She ran a hand through her hair before glaring at them, "Now can we start acting like professionals and get back to fucking work?!"
AN: Okay, I managed to write this in 10 minutes. Will start the next chapter soon.
R&R please.