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Terzima - here you go, Carrie's next morning.

A/N Missing scene from end of Semper I. Because Carrie was smiling in the rain. Takes place next morning/night.

Morning

"Pass the syrup, Carrie."

"Huh, what?"

"Never mind. I'll get it myself", Maggie replies exasperated.

Carrie looks up to find Maggie staring at her curioulsy as though trying to work out a puzzle. She feels a little uneasy.

"What?", she asks defensively.

"There's a twinkle in your eyes. I'm just trying to decide if I should get excited and ask what his name is or not bother because it is something to do with work."

Carrie splutters her juice over the table.

"What his whose name is?", Frank asks, walking into the kitchen.

Carrie groans.

"He who may or may not have put a twinkle in Carrie's eye", Maggie replies.

"Boyfriend?" Frank questions with a grin.

"No!", Carrie answers emphatically. "No boyfriend. I've made inroads with a suspect, that's all."

"Ugh", Maggie snorts in disgust. "Just when there was hope, she taketh it away. Now, I'm going to work."

Carrie watches Maggie leave feeling distinctly rattled. At least she put her off. She looks up to find her dad staring at her intently.

"What is it this time?", she asks.

"So, you have a suspect do you?"

"Yes", Carrie replies relieved to be back on the subject of work."

"Hmm. Do all suspects make you glow, then?", Frank asks with a twinkle of his own.

"Maggie's got it wrong dad", Carrie replies as convincingly as she could muster.

"Ye. She has, hasn't she", Frank agrees.

Carrie smiles, thankful this interogation is over.

"For a start she didn't push nearly enough. You CIA folk aren't the only ones with secrets. Dads have them too and among them is knowing what is going on with your children and leaving them wondering how you know. So, whenever you feel like sharing his name, I'll be glad to hear all about it", Frank finishes, turning his attention to the crossword in his paper.

Carrie stares at her dad. She could ask him how he knows, but that would mean admitting it and she can't do that.

Night time

She stepped out of the shower, drying herself. The shower was supposed to help, to calm and soothe her. No chance, particularly not as the image of him doing the same seems to be invading her mind. She was glowing was she? She was pretty sure she'd smiled in the rain last night too. This was an extremely irritating development. She was not, could not be interested in him. She pulled on her pyjamas, whilst the rebelious part of her wasn't giving up without a fight. She was absolutely interested. It had been a risk to make contact with him, but she had been desperate. She'd gotten used to his daily routine and was not happy at being cut off from it. That in itself screamed of reasons to keep away from him, but then she always had to do what she wasn't supposed to and he would without a doubt fall into the don't do category.

There was no point worrying about what she had done. Now she had to find a way to weave herself into his life. She smiles once again as she climbs into bed.