neverwrongagent

That night was followed by a half dozen more days where Carrie collected every possible detail of the interactions between Brody and Walker, building her case that Walker was part of some kind of plot against American interests. Her ultimate victory came with two major loses--her position in country because she'd pissed off too many people and her immediate contact with Brody when he was sent home. Professionally she knew she would be able to recover, she always did. The way she missed Brody was something else. There was no way to discuss that loss with anyone, not even Saul who she knew had some idea of her attachment. She thought he might have understood that she missed the man she'd spent weeks with, the one she'd been fascinated by before, but there was no way to talk about having built up a sexual relationship with the rescued Marine.

She did the only thing she could do, she threw herself into her work. Walker hadn't broken, exactly, but he'd given them enough to start chipping away at domestic networks. Ever chance she had to find out how Brody was integrating back in the world, she backed away from it. He was home now, not alone, and she'd done her part. Or so she told herself when she woke up from a dream about him.

In the end, she did what she always did when things got out of hand for her--stupid things. She found herself following him at random times. Just to see how he was, of course. Nothing more.