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Liamo and Terzima - thak you both so much. It is good to know you are still enjoying.

LilMisfit - thak you as ever. I love digging into Brody's mind...and you know what they say...Don't worry, be happy :) ...

A/N Caution for swearing. Missing scene between Brody taking the polygraph and Carrie getting in the car. Miss CIA is not amused, but she should look on the bright side...after all, it is almost the weekend...

She's wandering along the corridors, vaguely aware of people passing by her. She knows the building so well, her feet take her to where she needs to be, leaving her mind free to wander and it is wandering off in several diretcions.

"No."

The word echoes in Carrie's head. She sees the scene as if she were still back there looking into Brody's blue eyes. He is staring straight back at her through the glass, face unreadable to everyone but her.

"No."

Saul had said something to her and she responded, but still later on, the word bounces around in her head, refusing to leave her alone.

"No."

Because it is a lie and she knows it, but can't share that knowledge. So now she is silently frustrated. She's just revealed her hand to him. It wouldn't have mattered if the machine had caught the lie because she could have taken the shit then, but not now that he's beat it.

At least she knows he is capable and no word out of his mouth is to be trusted. Those eyes can't be trusted. Those same blue eyes that had looked at her with fire and a smouldering lust not that long ago.

"Stop it. No!", she menatlly scolds herself, before snorting. There it is again that word. "No." Where the fuck was it last night in the back seat of the car? She's supposed to be the one gathering information on him, but she feels like the world just turned upside down on her. She suddenly feels like the prey. Because where the fuck did he come from? This man who had no problems with her when he can't even sleep in the same bed as his wife and she can't help the smug grin that she feels forming on her face, wrong as it is. So wrong, so very wrong and she's aware that is exactly why she's so attracted. But, who gave him permission to throw her off balance and tilt the scales? It shouldn't be possible, yet he just had. What happened to the man who was in no state to take a polygraph?

She stops suddenly, as her feet engage with her mind again, "fucking, fuck...that fucking...", she all but yells, furious now with herself, him and everyone in between. She happened to him. Oh, how fucking stupid did she want to be? Well, that was debatable she argues with herself. She is after all the one who told him why he needed to take the polygraph in the first place. Walking fast and hard now, trying to pound some of her fury out onto the floor, she doesn't even notice the stares from colleagues, as she bulldozes her way along another corridor. He'd found the perfect way to get rid of his tension and stress. The perfect way to clear his mind, just in time for a polygraph. Her! He fucking used her and now he was mocking her. His eyes were mocking her. Those eyes laced with a challenge, daring her, because he knows. He knows she had that question asked and he knows she quite enjoyed herself last night. He knows. It doesn't improve her mood, because she would not be able to deny either of those things. Smug Bastard. Still, he doesn't really know who he is dealing with. If he thought one go in the back of a car made him an expert, she'd soon put him right on that idea. One thing he wouldn't know about her yet is that she'd never met a dare she didn't like.