Huck wanted to give Quinn time to cool off, he saw how angry Abby made her. There was a darkness in her eyes that he didn't like. The last thing he needed was for Quinn to try to hurt Abby with something outside of physical evidence. Even he had lost his temper slightly, Abby lunging at him hadn't bothered him but it was her words. She didn't know Quinn, she didn't know who she was before she was Quinn.

Lindsay Dwyer was kind, considerate, thoughtful and frankly, cared too much about people who would never be able to appreciate it. For Abby to sit there and call her a problem, it got under his skin and his control slipped for a second. If Olivia hadn't been there he would have dragged an apology from Abby no matter what it took. This was the side Huck hated, he cared too much about Quinn. If someone hurt her or accused her of things that were unfounded, it got under his skin. Earlier today he wanted to crack Charlie's skull open, he wanted to find the Duchess of Deception and peel her like a grape, isn't that what she had threatened to do to Quinn? Huck stood up and left his office and knocked on Quinn's door.

"Yes…" He heard a slight catch in her voice, was she crying? He opened the door slowly and saw that her chair was facing the window. There was no way she could see well out of that window, what was she doing?

"Quinn, is something wrong?"

"No." He walked over to her slowly, he stepped around the side of her desk and turned her chair around until she was looking at him. She was crying, her eyes were red and puffy and she was clutching her phone tightly. "Huck, I'm fine… I just…"

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asked, she wiped away her tears and turned her head to the side and Huck could see fresh tears rolling down her face. "Was it Abby? Did she-"

"It's Sam. She's in critical condition, someone attacked her. Jesse's mom and dad… they found them dead in their home. They say it looks like a home invasion, but I know it's about-"

"The box." Huck stood up straight and held out his hands and she took his hands and stood up, Huck noticed the way she stared at his hands and refused to look up at him. "Quinn…"

"I… you know me... better than anyone in the world… unfortunately. I have to go and see Celia and Steven, I have to say goodbye… if I don't…" He heard her voice crack and she stepped closer to him, her hands moved from his palms slowly up his wrist and over his forearms. She gripped his biceps and he looked at her hands then at her face that was tilted slightly, there were more tears and her eyes were puffier. "I need to go see them." She moved her hands up his shoulders slowly, pressing heat into his body as she wrapped her arms around him stepping closer to him.

"Quinn…" He wrapped his arms around her hoping he was comforting her correctly. Huck wasn't sure what to do with her, he couldn't bring Celia and Steve back to life for Quinn. He could do a lot but raising the dead wasn't one of his hidden talents, she was hurting and experiencing real pain. Huck knew that if he brought Penelope's head to Quinn on a silver platter it might dull the pain but it would always be there. He moved his hands up and down her back slowly and felt his shirt become wet with her tears. "It's going to be alright…"

For the next few minutes he held her and wondered if this was how he was supposed to feel.

Helpless. He felt utterly helpless, there was nothing he could do besides give her what she needed to feel complete. Quinn unraveled her arms from around his neck and took two steps backwards.

"I'm sorry… I… I should have just…"

"It's fine, Quinn. Whatever you need, just tell me." She nodded her head, sat down at her desk and began to look at the files in front of her. He took that as his cue to leave but he didn't want to leave, he wanted her to be alright. As he left her office he felt completely helpless which was both painful and annoying. Olivia opened the door and looked into Huck's office.

"We've got a field trip."

"Where to?" he asked.

"California, I've set up a meeting to see if we can solve things with Billy privately."

"OK." She walked away quickly and he began to set up flight plans. Huck knew Quinn would need closure and this would be just the place to find it.

Huck sat up in bed when he heard the door creak open again, it was Quinn and she hadn't even announced herself. Once again he hadn't reached for the gun, she walked over to his side of the bed and climbed into the bed with him. He wasn't sure what he was doing and watched her move close to him.

"Tell me about Sam, the truth." Quinn said, she lay on her back and looked up at him. He wouldn't lie to her but he was sure he could still keep things relatively secret.

"I met Sam when I was in the Army, we were friends then. She used to always look out for me, we were pretty close. I knew Celia and Steven, we stayed in contact over the years. Even when we were both chosen we remained close, she looked after me making sure I was alright." Huck laid down beside her and looked at her as he spoke, "I… I'm not… normal."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm broken… I don't work… I don't think or act as normal people do." Huck said and he meant every word, "Sam is normal. Sam still works, she isn't broken and always checks on me. I should have known something was wrong."

"You've guys been talking?" Quinn asked.

"Yes, she was worried about you when she handed you over to me, she threatened to kill me if I hurt you." Huck turned his head and stared at the ceiling, "Maybe she should have…"

"Don't say things like that," Quinn placed her hand on his chest and he looked at her.

"Sam would have every right to kill me if she knew what I did to you."

"You haven't done anything." Quinn said, she moved her hand off his chest and smiled. "You protected me."

"I've put you in even more danger."

"You said Sam gave me to you? What the hell does that mean?"

"Sam found out Jesse was rigging the election, notified Command and I had to find a way to get close to you without getting caught, that meant limited surveillance from the people watching Jesse. They knew you were a lawyer so coming to visit me in prison didn't send off any redflags, and the letters were our safest form of communication."

"She sold out her brother?"

"I guess you could look at it that way, but she did it partially to protect you. She found a way to get the information without having to kill you afterward." Quinn swallowed, he knew she didn't like the idea of someone she knew and trusted killing her.

"Did you know Jesse before this?"

"I knew of him, I never met him face to face."

"Is Jesse still… still alive?" Quinn asked, Huck nodded his head. Yes, the man was still alive and lived a completely sheltered life. "Is he safe…"

"Tyler lives under the shadow of the United States government, every step he takes and every move he makes is documented. That's as much as I can tell you, Quinn." She nodded her head and moved closer to him, he had wanted to keep a decent amount of space between them but she kept pushing the envelope.

"You think I'm a good person?"

"I know you are."

"Then why do I feel so bad about David?"

"You don't." Quinn's eyes widened, "You want to feel bad. You want to feel guilty, but you don't. You liked it, that worries you. You're worried you're not a good person anymore, don't worry about that Quinn."

"Why not?"

"Because you are good."

"And what if I become bad? Will you still… will you…"

"Will I still look after you?" He asked, Quinn looked away from him and he could make out a slight blush on her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? "Yes." Quinn looked up at him with wide eyes, she reached for the blanket and pulled it up over their bodies.

"I don't want to sleep alone, can you tell me more stories about Sam?" She asked, he should have put her out and told her to back to her room. He should have made up an excuse about having things to do in the morning. Instead he nodded his head and began to tell her stories and each story caused her to move closer until her arms were wrapped securely around him.

It was inappropriate.

It was unprofessional.

He didn't mind at all, and he knew it was wrong. He should have told her to leave, people like him didn't allow people like Quinn Perkins to get close to him. For a second he thought that maybe he wasn't those words they used to describe him in that file.

Broken.

Defective.

Psychotic.

Unable to cope in society.

Inability to maintain personal relationships.

Unthinking.

Unfeeling.

Monster.

He pulled her closer to him as she slept, the longer he held her the more the words disappeared from inside his eyelids. He felt safe, it felt right and he knew now there was nothing wrong with that.

"You're giving them a room by themselves?" Abby asked, Olivia turned around and walked towards the elevator where Huck and Quinn were waiting with their luggage.

"Abby, they are adults." Olivia said, she leaned over and whispered in Abby's ear. "David will be waiting near the bar in an hour, a car will come and pick you up so you can talk. Be clear, you two only have two hours together." Abby was stunned into silence as they all piled into the elevator together. Once they all stepped out of the elevator onto their floors they all entered their rooms for the night.

"Just get unpacked and we can go." Huck said.

"Go where?" Quinn asked.

"To see Sam… and claim the bodies."