Carrie was almost disappointed when she felt the truck lurch to a stop. Neither her nor Quinn said a word as they laid together, wrapped up tightly in each other. She wondered if his arm had fallen asleep after almost two hours, but she didn't care too much because she wouldn't have traded that closeness for anything.
The top of the crate swung open breaking her thoughts, "Sorry it was a bit bumpy." Quinn's guy said apologetically and Quinn sat up slowly, placing Carries hand over her wound, replacing his. He noticed the scarf was soaked through with blood. He stood up and stepped outside of the crate and circled to the side she was laying, "Sit up slowly." he commanded.
Quinn outstretched one of his hands and Carrie took it as she sat up. As she started to stand, he extended his other arm behind her back and kept hold of her hand, pulling her up. She stood and slowly stepped out of the crate, "I am fine, Quinn." she said, but before he released her she bent over in pain. He caught her quickly, holding her tightly to his chest.
"I am just a little lightheaded.." she told him and gripped onto him, allowing him to support her. Quinn was getting concerned and knew she had lost a little too much blood throughout their two hour trip.
He carried her off the back of the truck, not letting her have any say in the matter. He wasn't going to hear about it. She didn't protest, feeling weak at this point, not having slept in three days.
They had arrived at what seemed to be a small apartment like complex. It was the middle of the night and all was silent. Quinn carried her up two flights of stairs and stopped at a door tucked away around a corner, "Can you stand?" he asked before she nodded and he set her down gently. Quinn knocked on the door lightly and waited. A middle-aged man opened the door and stepped out, looking around quickly before retreating, "Hurry, get in."
Quinn helped Carrie into the apartment, and she rested majority of her weight on him. "She's cut pretty good on her side." Quinn told him.
The man shuffled around and motioned for Quinn to follow him into the kitchen. "I set everything up.. put her down over here." he pointed at the small table, covered in a wrinkled white sheet.
Quinn set Carrie down onto the table and she looked around her, feeling confused. "What is this? Who is he?!" she asked in a panic, feeling herself coming out of the haze she had been in.
"It's ok...Carrie, he's a doctor...he's going to help you." Quinn told her reassuringly, looking her in the eyes. "I promise, you'll be fine. He does good work, I am living proof." he told her and smiled a bit.
She trusted him completely, especially with her life. Carrie laid back on the table as she was told and Quinn stood back a bit, allowing the doctor to examine her wound. He pulled away the scarf, exposing the cut and looked at it under the light. "There's still some glass in there." he said and picked up a pair of tweezers.
Carrie shot Quinn a look, "You could have gotten me a drink first." she said sarcastically and looked back at the ceiling. The doctor slowly started to try and get a handle on the glass, poking her with the tweezers. "Aghhhh!" she yelled out; it hurt much more than she anticipated. Quinn grabbed her hand and allowed her to hold onto him tightly. He wished he could trade places with her. "AHH FUCKING HELL!" she screamed as the doctor pulled out the last shard of glass.
Carrie loosened her grip on Quinn's hand and leaned her head back on the table. The doctor stitched her up and she breathed out slowly. He stuck her with two needles, one for tetanus and another for the pain. "Wish you would have given that to me before." Carrie said as she sat up after he bandaged her.
"You'll thank me later." the doctor told her and Carrie swung her legs off the table, not taking Quinn's hand for help. "I am fine.." she said and moved into one of the chairs. God, she was stubborn sometimes, Quinn thought.
"You're next." the doctor said, looking at Quinn, becoming impatient.
"What?... No I am good." Quinn said firmly and handed Carrie a bottle of water. "Drink this at least." She snatched it out of his hand and took a swig.
"I am not leaving here until I check your wound. This is a long drive for me and I would appreciate not having to do it again tomorrow." Thedoctor knew how stubborn Quinn was; after all, he had been stitching him up in places like this for years.
Quinn sighed and reluctantly took off the long sleeve black shirt he had on and sat in the chair across from Carrie. He usually didn't give a shit but suddenly felt exposed in front of her. He caught her eyes do a once over of his body and he almost wanted to smile. She couldn't help but look at him and tried her best not to stare. He really kept in shape, she thought. She noticed all of the scars scattered across his chest and his most recent wounds were wrapped up in a heavy bandage. Carrie watched carefully as the doctor wasted no time unwrapping the bandage around Quinn's upper arm. He winced a bit as the doctor pulled the last of the bandage off, revealing a large and roughly stitched up wound, fresh blood seeping through. Carrie looked at him but he didn't meet her eyes. She didn't realize how hurt he had gotten in Syria.
They sat there in silence until the doctor finished, re-wrapping Quinn's arm tightly. "Both of you keep telling me you're fine but you need to be careful and not re-open your wounds." He threw his tools into his bag and neither of them responded. "Understood?" he asked and Quinn and Carrie both nodded and gave him a 'yea'. Quinn stood and walked him to the door, paying him and locked the door behind him.
He shut the lights and turned on a single lamp that was a bit dimmer but lit the room. There was a small couch and a full size bed nearby. It was tight quarters. This was a place that was part of one of his extraction plans. Carrie was still sitting in the same chair and it was darker in the kitchen area than the rest of the apartment. Quinn slowly walked over and sat in the chair across from her. They were both sitting sideways, not facing each other. They say there for a few minutes and said nothing. Carrie slid him the water bottle across the table and he caught it firmly. More silence. They were both lost in their thoughts, each trying to take in what had happened.
"What the fuck were you thinking coming over here?" Quinn finally asked her, a tinge of frustration in his voice. Here it is, she thought.
Carrie sighed, "Let it go, Quinn. I did. It's over, it doesn't matter now...I found you, didn't I?"
"I found YOU and you almost got yourself killed. You were reckless and completely ignorant of your own life. You have no regard for your own safety and what that means to other people. Do you know how fucked up that is?!" He looked over at her but she kept her gaze straight ahead. "If Saul hadn't called me, if I didn't find you-"
She cut him off immediately, "SAUL called you?!" She finally looked at him, staring in disbelief, sitting upright and leaning over the table. "That son of a bitch kept me from you the first time, then left you for dead and then he calls YOU to find ME?Are you fucking kidding serious?!" Carrie couldn't help but yell.
Quinn took a moment to let it process, "What do you mean...the first time?" he asked slowly.
She took a breath and met his eyes. "Lockhart got me and Max to a drop point in Istanbul. I left Max in a safe house and I had two guys take me over the border into Syria." she paused and she could tell the look of shock in his eyes. "I was close, probably 20 minutes from you max...but then Saul had me intercepted by two ops guys.. probably yours the more I think about it. I got sent home to find out Saul was Director and you were dead." she had tears in her eyes but didn't let them fall.
Quinn sat there, putting it all together. That was her that day that Shawn was sent down the ridge. He had seen her through his scope, he had watched Shawn throw her onto the ground, then into the truck. "Did he hurt you?" he asked quickly.
She shook her head, "No. He was a fucking pussy doing Dar Adal's babysitting."
"Jesus, Carrie..." he said slowly, rubbing his head, not knowing what to say. "Why would you do that? .." He looked straight at her and continued, "Why would you risk your LIFE to try and find me? You have a daughter...why would you take that chance of her growing up without a mother? For what?...I was doing my job." he looked at her intensely as she jumped up from the table. Now she was pissed.
"You don't get to do that!...You don't get to judge me and the decisions I've made!" she yelled at him furiously, pointing her finger in his face. She hovered over him giving him her wrath, "I did what I felt I had to do! What was I supposed to do, Quinn?! Let you die? ...Lose you again?"
He stood up quickly, inches from her face...he had enough, "Lose me again?! ...You're so fucking selfish, Carrie!" He shook his head at her, "I knew that's why you did it. I knew that's why you came looking for me. YOU couldn't lose something because it would be bad for YOU." Quinn looked her dead in the eyes, and she could see anger but a bit of hurt too. "It was all a mistake. Everything I said to you before I left was a fucking mistake!" He yelled in her face until he saw a tear roll down her cheek and pushed past her towards the kitchen counter. He leaned over the kitchen sink, staring at nothing.
"Don't say that.." Carrie said, trying hard for her voice not to break. "That isn't fair...that's a fucking lie and we both know it." she walked up behind him and continued, "You're a fucking coward, you know that! You're too scared to walk away from all this shit and have an actual life. YOU can't do it and you blame everyone else around you for it! ... Look at me at least!" She screamed and pushed his back "Look at me dammit!" she pushed him again, this time harder but he didn't move. "See...you don't even have the balls to turn around and look at me you fucking coward! You left your family and you had no problem leaving me either!" she pushed him and this time he spun around, grabbing her by the wrists and turned her around, pinning her hard against the sink.
"You need to shut the fuck up, Carrie!" He growled at her through gritted teeth. She knew she pushed him too hard and the look in his eye was almost dangerous, and she decided not to speak. Quinn stared at her for a long time, the rage coursing through his veins and he knew he should probably loosen his grip on her, but he didn't. They were inches apart.
"You really mean it...that it was a mistake what you said about getting out?" She asked him, a tear falling from her eye. He said nothing, just continued to look at her, teeth still gritted. "Was the letter a mistake too then?" Carrie asked him, her voice finally breaking. He let go of her wrists and opened his mouth to speak. Holy shit, Rob had given her his letter. He hadn't even thought about it until now. Her eyes were big and full and she had a look in her eyes he had never seen before. She knew exactly how to break him. "Was it?" Carrie asked again, desperation and frustration in her voice.
He breathed heavy, holding her stare. "No." Quinn said firmly and grabbed her face with his hands, kissing her hard. She was slightly taken aback and returned his kiss immediately, their tongues furiously meeting. He moved his hands down and up the back of her shirt, finally feeling her skin. Quinn pulled her shirt up over her head, furiously messing her hair. She didn't care. He kissed her deeply and looked down to observe her, only in her bra and pants. She was so fucking beautiful, he thought. He quickly picked her up and placed her on the counter, and she immediately wrapped her legs around him. He moved to her neck, kissing her perfectly soft skin, nibbling on her roughly. She could feel how hard he was through his pants and he was pressed up right against her clit. She was still clothed but could feel him grind back and forth against her and she moaned as she grew moister.
She started to unbuckle his pants and fumbled trying to get them off quickly. She finally opened up his pants and could see how hard he was through his boxer briefs. She wanted him bad. Next thing she knew, Quinn was picking her up, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He laid her roughly down on the kitchen table and pulled off her pants impatiently. She tugged at his hair as he ripped at her black panties. He yanked her body to the edge of the table and slid her close to him. He ran his hands up and down her smooth legs and pulled her legs up, spreading them as he leaned over her, going for her lips. "Quinn.." she whispered, and returned his kiss before placing a hand on his chest, pushing him back. "Quinn.." He looked down at her, not wanting to stop, "What?.."
She looked in his eyes intensely, her left hand rubbing down his arm and her right looped under his shoulder. "We're supposed to be careful..." she said, breathing heavy, tracing her fingers lightly over his bandage.
Quinn gave her a small smile and gave her a serious look, "We're never careful, Carrie ...and I am not starting now." he told her, his voice laden with desire. He ran his fingers down her body until he reached her panties and pulled them aside, feeling how wet she already was for him. He let his fingers glide over her wetness and she moaned, lifting her hips slightly. He gently rubbed her clit and watched her face carefully as she squirmed under him in ecstasy. Quinn pulled her hair back with his other hand and lifted her head back, sucking and kissing her neck passionately while continuing his tease. "Quinn...please...I fucking need you..." hearing that from her mouth almost sent him over the edge.
She leaned up a little and pulled his body up towards her, ignoring the pain in her side and tugged at the waist of his briefs until she released his perfect cock, wrapping her hand around his thickness. Quinn shut his eyes, finally being able to know what her touch was like. She was immediately turned on even more - if that was even possible. She slowly moved her hand back and forth, feeling how smooth and aroused he was. After a few strokes, he grabbed her hand to stop her and threw her arm back over her head. He bound both her wrists with his left hand and pulled her legs up tightly around him, hooking one leg with his arm. She looked at him longingly, barely being able to take it anymore. He slid his hard cock into her in one motion and she let out a load moan, arching her back to take him in completely.
Quinn leaned his body over her and started moving in and out of her quicker with every thrust. There was a part of him that wanted to be gentle with her, but in that moment raw desire overtook both of them. The table shook underneath them loudly. He released her wrists and she grabbed onto his back, digging her nails in as he fucked her harder. "Quinn!...oh fuck.." He knew she was on the verge and he was trying to hold back. "Oh my god..." She was moaning loudly and he held her thigh tightly as he pumped faster. "Quinn...aghh..." She gripped onto his injured shoulder and laced her fingers through his hair tightly. He felt her orgasm and couldn't hold off any longer. She was warm and perfect and he needed to release. Quinn gripped her firmly and pumped twice more before he came deep inside her.
He buried his face in her neck and let the weight of his body lean into her for a few minutes, while they both breathed heavy. Her back was killing her from the table and she was positive she'd have bruises from it, but didn't care at all. Quinn kissed her neck and then her lips before releasing her legs and stood up, slowly slipping out of her. Carrie moaned a bit when he did and slowly sat up and slid herself off the table. He pulled his briefs up and walked to the chair, picking up his discarded shirt. They didn't talk and he walked back over to her, and she watched him carefully. He slipped the shirt over her head and helped her arms through, noticing her bandage had some blood seeping through the gauze. "You ok?" he asked quietly.
She raised her eyebrows, "Are you?" she pointed at his arm that was also bloody. He looked down and shrugged, "Well look at us.."
Quinn smiled a little at her and took her hand, leading her to the couch. He laid down first and pulled her down with him. They laid in silence for awhile but they both knew they were awake and thinking. She laid in his shoulder, her back to him and he had his arm loosely draped around her, his hand resting on her hip. What had they just done? What does this mean? It wasn't how she pictured that going, she thought. "Quinn..." she started, and he knew her wheels were turning.
"Not right now Carrie...just sleep." he told her gently and smoothed her hair down, kissing her head. They could figure it all out tomorrow.