Quinn unbuttons his shirt, closely watching the gun in her hand.

"What you're staring at?" He rips the shirt off his body, drops it on the floor and waits for her next move.

"Take off your pants." She demands decidedly, waving the gun in his direction.

He's pissed now. What the fuck she's thinking? This is not a game. Waving a gun at him, asking for a strip. For a moment he considers to disarm her. She wouldn't shoot at him. Would she? But the look at her face is dead serious. He doesn't want to end with a bullet. He has a mission to complete.

Carrie's watching him as his fingers open his belt and unbutton his pants. Furiously he stares back at her as he opens the zipper and pulls his pants down to his knees. This whole thing will cost him valuable time. Time he doesn't have if he wants to hunt down Haqqani.

"You're such a fucking idiot, Quinn." She stares at the bomb he has taped right above his pubis.

The bomb isn't armed yet. She can see the loose end of the fuse. Half of the bomb is covered by his briefs, but it's obvious he had done an intimate shaving to keep the tape tight around his body.

"Why are you doing this?" Her eyes are filling with tears of disbelief.

"Doing what?"

"Sacrificing your life. For this shit. What do you think, you can stop with this?" Her left hand points at the bomb.

"Fuck you, Carrie. It's not up to you to judge me. You brought me back here. Told me how important it is. Told me that I shouldn't stand on the brake." His eyes start sparkling by rage. "And guess what. You finally convinced me."

"You blame me for this? That you want to kill yourself?" A tear runs down her cheek. "How can you do this? How can you leave me behind, telling me that I'm responsible?"

"I'm not blaming you. This is my decision. I have nothing to lose. I have done enough bad things in life without asking why. You taught me to challenge my actions." He stares at the tears that are slowly running down her face. "For God sake, Carrie. We both know this is an end game. Doesn't matter how I lose my life. At least it will be for some purpose."

"No, I won't allow it. Not again"

She drops the gun to the floor, closes the distance between them and desperately starts to rip at the tape. But it's a high quality tape serving its purpose. Hysterically she bangs her fists at him until he stops her by grabbing her arms.

"Carrie, please." He pulls her into his arms, holds her tight, stroking her back, her hair. "It's okay."

She breathes heavily into his chest, now crying uncontrolled. Her tears soak his skin, running down his body, unifying with the bomb.

He thinks how ironic this whole shit is. He had always wished to hold her like this and spend her comfort. Fucking wrong time to share such feelings. He has to stop it before it's too late.

He pulls her away, out of his arms. Looks at her. Their eyes meet and they both see what they have missed before.

It's the very moment when her instincts kick in again.

"No, Quinn. No. Don't. It will kill me."