A/N: Been a long time since I updated this. Not exactly canon, but just something that popped into my head. Hopefully I can update soon with my hectic work schedule ahead.

Thanks a lot indigo for your feedback! It means a lot! Let me know what you all think.

As she wakes and begins to lift her head, the heaviness and throbbing headache make her rethink that decision and she lays right back down. She's lacking hydration due to her liquid diet and with her tongue scrapping the roof of her mouth, she longs for some water. When she can't take it anymore, she opens her eyes again to find any trace of her clothing that may or may not be scattered on the floor.

She notices on the nightstand there's a full glass of water, something Quinn probably left for her. He had so far been a tremendous help, but she can't help but think that she just might regret what they had done. Her hands are shaking when she reaches for it and the ice is painful as it comes in contact with her teeth. Slightly replenished, she begins to reminisce about her night with Quinn.

Carrie can't even remember why she'd agreed to this in the first place, but does realize that she is with the only person she can trust. It was a smart move, but it wasn't fair because she really does feel for Quinn. She's just not sure exactly what. He's her friend really is what he is. Someone who looks out for her and she knows she can count on him and he'll stay, even if it's for just enough time to catch her guy. He's not just a friend, but her best and only real friend she's ever had.

After chugging the entire glass of water, she finally gets the energy to sit up. She spots her clothes at the end of the bed, scattered everywhere, hurrying to put them on in case Quinn walked in. Something isn't right though. All of the drawers are open and empty.

Fuck!

She quickly leaves the bedroom to find him leaving, already halfway out the door.

"Quinn!" She shouts.

"Fuck," he says knowing he's caught, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"You're leaving?" She shakes her head in confusion.

He turns around slowly, starring into her pupils that he can see are still full of despair and bitterness.

"Carrie I have to go," he says almost choking on his own words.

"Well, well wait. I have to get my stuff," she spits out in a panic. "But first we just need to do one thing before we leave."

He grabs her arm as she tries to rush past him.

"Carrie you're not coming with me, I know that. And... and I'm not staying here." He says trying not to resent his own words.

She darts her eyes back and forth as she glares at him again, holding in the dry tears.

"Ye- yes I am. I just need to. I just... have to do something first," she proclaims.

"Bye Carrie," he releases from his mind with purpose.

As he walks away her anger grows and she's extremely curious about his motives.

"Wait!" She screams and catches up with him, forcing him to turn around. "If you're just going to fucking leave then why'd you agree to sleep with me to begin with!?" She adds in a rage.

"Does it even matter?!" He says now tormented and upset that he can't just be on his way. He didn't want any regrets and it was now becoming impossible.

"Yeah I really want to know!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Because you didn't have to!"

He tries to hold back, but it comes out plain and simple.

"Because I fucking love you!" He blurts out, his eyes now wider than hers.

There it was, raw and out in the open. He didn't want it to happen this way, but he can't take it back now. She's as speechless as he'd imagined, but he takes the opportunity to bounce and get out there for good. He can't stay to see what will happen. They can no longer be one another's crutch. It was slowly, but surely killing them both.

Another thing to be guilty about was not what she was here for. Although loneliness is her cell, she's angry and pissed that he'd just left like that. Deep down she knew that's how he'd felt, but now it's real and exposed. The pain from the scratches he'd left on her back, after digging into her sunburn, could now be felt. Almost like a distraction from what had just happened, but it's not. It's not the first time she'd been burned and in reality, probably not the last.

She tries to forget about Quinn when she makes her way towards her apartment, drowning out the past couple of days in her head. There is still a job to be done and she's the only one who can get it done.

The persistent heat was not going to get in the way today. Today was going to be the day where she'd make the lives of terrorists in Pakistan lives' hell. It's the only thing to hold onto. No matter what she or her team may suffer, full throttle could be her only gear. It has to be.

This idea becomes depleted when she finds herself crying all alone on her bedroom floor. She can now truly feel everything that was happening. The anger isn't there and if it even is, it only feels like guilt. The guilt was something that had started when she attended her father's funeral from a hundred yards away a couple weeks back. No one even knew she was there. It's now starting to eat her alive and she can't even stand being in her own skin knowing what she had done.

Quinn exits the building and waves down his driver . He puts the first bag on the seat and begins to load the second until he hears an all too familiar noise. He instinctively jumps as the blast ignites an inferno just 50 feet away from him and he breaks a sweat in an instant. The Rpg rocket just barely missed his radius, although he finds himself checking to see if he's still in one piece automatically. Without thinking he rushes over to his former colleague and drags him to safety.

Soon after a mob is storming through the dismantled gate, a wall that was suppose to protect them. It had seemed superficial to begin with, which is now confirmed. Quinn rushes with the only known victim to the armory ready to defend.

Carrie hears the commotion and dries her flooded eyes, and immediately diverts her full attention to what is happening. The window around the corner of her hallway will give her a proper view and she rushes towards it as quickly as possible, however it's no longer a window. Heat rushes through the space which is now just a hole in the building. The view on the other side is vile, too much to take and she can't believe what is happening. Now rushing in the other direction to find someone, anyone, she's snatched by the enemy.

Struggling to escape, she begins to loose consciousness after a blow to the head.