Chapter 6- Not Enough

Cabe watched the woman drive off in a hurry and then headed back inside the garage. Something felt off, but he couldn't explain it.

It was just a hunch.

"Cabe, I don't know why this is bothering you," Walter began.

"Walt, come on. Somebody broke into Homeland just to look up his file. That could mean a lot of things, most of which are dangerous," Paige pointed out, giving Walter a stern look.

Cabe felt for the woman. She tried so hard to get these guys to even sort of understand people, but it was quite an uphill climb.

"I know, but there's a good chance it's nothing. Tell him, Sly," Walter said, looking over at Sylvester's desk.

"It'd put it at a sensible 76.3%," Sylvester calculated.

"Sly!" Walter admonished his friend.

"See?" Cabe said. "It's bad news. Somebody is after me and that puts you guys in danger. I'm going to head back to headquarters. I'll take a look at the video surveillance; see if I can ID this person."

"No need, I've got the video here," Walter said, typing on his computer.

Cabe held back a sigh. He should have known that they would hack into Homeland. He walked around the desk to view the video.

"This is from the lobby, when the woman signed in. She had an ID for another office, so she signed in at the front using the name Charlotte Ryan," Walter explained as the video rolled.

"She doesn't look up," Cabe muttered, watching closely. The woman was smart. She kept her head tilted down enough that the camera couldn't catch enough of her face, but she probably didn't look too obvious to the people around her. She was a smart cookie.

"She may not know exactly where the cameras are, but she knows they're there," Tobias said as he watched over Walter's left shoulder. "She's calculating," he added quietly, pondering to himself.

Walter switched to another view as she walked through the lobby and then through a door. They never got a good view of her face.

"No cameras in that hallway?" Cabe asked.

"None that I can find," Walter answered. He rolled through the video until the door opened again and the woman came back out. "And here she is again."

They watched as she headed through the lobby again. The guard stopped her near the door, she paused, and returned to the desk to sign out.

"How can she be so good at not facing the camera?" Cabe asked as she turned and left the lobby once more. "People slip up."

"She's pretty good," Tobias said. "Good body language. Nothing to set anyone off, but still avoiding the camera. She must do this a lot."

Cabe backed up, his mind running. What did she want with him?

"Homeland couldn't get her fingerprints on anything," Cabe said.

"What about the pen?" Tobias asked.

"It's too small of a surface. There's too much overlap. You'd never be able to get a clean lift," Sylvester said from his desk.

"So, still no way of IDing her," Walter said.

"Why would she be after you, Cabe?" Paige asked softly.

"There could be a million reasons, Paige. I've had a long career. She could be someone I put away, a loved one of someone I put away, or anything like that. Without an ID, I can't know."

"She didn't look at much in your file, Cabe," Walter said, still going through Homeland's system.

"So, what? She was just looking up his name?" Happy asked.

Cabe stepped back up to the computer. "She was looking for something specific."

"Like who you work with," Walter added, pointing at the part of the file where it said Cabe was currently working with Scorpion.

"The woman, from earlier? Leah?" Paige asked the unasked question.

"It could be," Cabe said. "She's about the same height, wouldn't you say, Walter?"

"I would say so. A wig is easy. But what next?" he asked, looking up at Cabe.

"She could be working with someone, just scouting the garage. There could be an attack coming," Cabe theorized.

"Or maybe she decided against it?" Tobias pointed out. "Her body language didn't read as hostile. She might have legitimately had a blown tire. She might have been scouting and she might have decided it wasn't worth it. Maybe her job was just you and didn't know we were here? There's a lot of options and we simply don't have enough information."

"Regardless, I want everyone out of the garage until we figure this out. You are all at risk. I won't have you getting hurt because of me," Cabe ordered. "So pack. Now!"

Leah ran a couple of blocks before she stopped and called a cab. Once in, she ordered the taxi to LAX.

Although she was anxious, Leah pushed herself to be calm as she stood in line, waiting to buy her ticket out of this hellhole. Being anxious in public was one thing, being anxious in an airport was a sure fire way to get her arrested.

So she calmed down by thinking about how nice it would be to finally visit New Zealand. Like most Americans, the island country only came on her radar thanks to Lord of the Rings. She wasn't one for hiking, but she'd certainly give it a try in New Zealand.

Reaching the counter, Leah smiled sweetly. "Hi, how are you? I'd like a ticket on the next flight to New Zealand, please."

"The next flight is at 6:30pm. Would you like Business, Premium Economy, or Economy?" the woman asked.

Leah tried not to grimace. 6:30. She had to find a way to hide for the next four hours. And she wasn't going to sit in the airport the whole time. Shit.

"Premium is great, thanks," Leah answered.

She waited as the woman behind the counter worked quickly, taking Leah's information to get her a seat on the flight. The female hitman was using a fake name with a fake passport for the trip. No sense in using her real name.

After several minutes, the woman finally finished the work and she handed Leah a ticket.

"Cheers." Leah left the line and paused near the security line. She could spend about 3 hours hiding in the bathroom, easy. Or she could go to the nearest and cheapest motel and hide out for a few hours before she had to be back to go through security and find her gate.

With a heavy sigh, Leah exited the airport and hailed a cab. Cheap motel it was.

Being Los Angeles, there were plenty of motels for her to choose from. She found the closest one and bought the room for the night, even if she wasn't staying all night. The best part about cheap motels? No names. Just cash.

Leah settled into her crappy motel room, setting her bag on the floor in front of the bed. She just needed to keep her head down for a few hours and then she could leave the country. Although she wasn't actually tired, Leah curled up on top of the covers of the bed, closing her eyes.

Like a lot of people, Leah had an overactive imagination. She often spent most of her night replaying events in her mind, even things that happened to her when she was a child. She had a lot of regrets in her life and her brain enjoyed beating her over the head with those mistakes and regrets.

Right now, all she could think of, as she laid in the dirty motel bed, was Agent Gallo. She hadn't gone over his record with a fine tooth comb and God knows if they would have included any horrible things he had done, but from what she'd seen, he was a good man. A good man, a good Agent, a good person. He was doing good work.

And the Irish wanted him dead.

Leah may not be the one to kill him, but likely Andy would send someone else, if he hadn't already.

He wasn't safe.

Leah sat up in bed, sighing heavily. It wasn't right to leave him like this without warning him. She eyed the phone. It would be easy to call him. Going back to the garage was stupid. But it wasn't enough to just tell him over the phone, was it? She didn't know how he'd react, but she had to tell him in person. She knew she had to say it to his face, make sure he understood just how much danger he was now in.

Putting her head in her hands, Leah took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

She had to warn him. It was the right thing to do.