Disclaimer - I do not own Homeland. That pleasure belongs to Showtime. No copyright infringement or money making scheme intended. This is purely for reading enjoyment.

Terzima- Thank you as ever. It is a wonderful visual to finish the Pilot. I hope it will be captivating.

Lipamo - Thank you for the review. I hope to keep you curious. Without giving too much away...he's definitely confused and doesn't know how to deal with everything.

A/N Thank you to LilMisfit for your feedback and for pointing out that Brody is not standing staring at the White House but rather the Capitol Building. Apologies to any American readers for this mistake!

Chapter 2. Carrie from the Pilot. Please let me know what you think. Please review.

Sitting herself down on her sofa in front of the monitors, with a glass of wine for comfort, Carrie allowed herself a sigh of relief. It wouldn't do to relax completely, however. Now she had to come up with something to prove she was right. Nonetheless she felt some of the anxiety leave her in peace for the time being.

It was maddening though, seeing what others couldn't. Why didn't they see it? Eight years and they didn't think that was a problem? But of course, fucking Estes was more concerned about keeping Walden happy, to the extent everyone seemed happy to tip toe round the questions that really needed answering. Carrie was sure Sergeant Brody was lying about not having met Nazir. Her ass, he hadn't.

"Good night, dad!"

Carrie focussed on the monitor and watched the girl give her father a hug before going off to her own room. A look of terror briefly passed over his face as he realised it was time for bed. Carrie wasn't surprised after what had happened the first night back. Whatever reason he may be back for, he was clearly afraid of hurting his wife. He got into the bed, but was lying so close to the edge of it, he'd have been as well on the floor.

Carrie sighed. She couldn't allow herself to be blindsided by sympathy. She had a job to do. Seeing they were in bed, she lay down, putting her jazz music on to listen to. Thank goodness for Jazz. Soothing, comforting and relaxing. Allowing her to calm herself, to focus and see what everyone else missed...that was normally. Now it was providing her with answers as well. Repetition, repetition, repetition. Warm and peaceful, she drifted of to sleep.

Bang, Bang, BANG!

Carrie jerked awake, suddenly, disorientated at the noise. Sitting up on the sofa, rubbing her eyes trying to rub the sleep out of them and blinking to adjust to the morning light, she realised the noise was coming from the monitors or to be more precise, the Brody house. It was also loud enough for her to have heard over the Jazz that had lulled her to sleep in the first place.

Apparently Mrs Brody wasn't in a good mood judging by the way she was banging doors. Carrie reached for her note pad ready to note down anything as she hears the wife talking.

"Where's your father?"

"Went for a run", the boy answers his mother, not taking his eyes off of the TV.

"Went for a run? It's early!"

The boy just shrugs his shoulders.

So he was away for a run was he? It was quite early. Perhaps he couldn't sleep. He had seemed terrified at the prospect of getting into bed. She'd slept easier than she would have if it hadn't been for noticing what he was doing with his hands and bringing it to Saul's attention. It wasn't much, but it was something. No one else might take it seriously, but if there was a message, she'd find it. She made herself comfortable. This was how it was going to be now: wait, watch and learn; wait, watch and learn.