Rescued?

[neverwrongagent]

When the posters went up showing the two members of the Marine sniper team who'd gone missing, Carrie Mathison stood and stared at them. She didn't see two Marines in their uniforms, though, she saw only one of them half dressed on a rooftop looking up at the blanket of stars. She saw a sweet smile from a man who was too far from home and was trying to hold onto his humanity. Every time she passed the posters, even if she didn't turn to look, she was as aware of them as if someone had reached out and grabbed her. Months went by and the sensation never weakened.

Then came word that they'd been found, that two Marines had been found in neighboring camps. Both men were in rough shape: dehydrated, beaten and demoralized. One was worse than the other, but first reports didn't make it clear which it was and Carrie held her breath until she knew that Brody was in better physical shape. Not that she asked or spoke to anyone about knowing him. The moment she said a word, they'd pull her out of it all and that wasn't happening.

The men were kept apart while they were cleaned up. Carrie read both files, but it was Brody's she kept going over and over in her head. She knew every detail of what they'd found out so far. On the outside it probably seemed cruel to interrogate the men so soon, but the sooner they got it done, the better. These men were headed home, at least for a while, and it would be harder to get solid information from them when they were there.

It wasn't until minutes before she walked into the room that Carrie knew for sure which man she was going to debrief. She was ready to bounce out of her skin by the time she walked in, a feeling that vanished immediately when she saw him. "Sergeant Brody? I'm Carrie Mathison. I'm here to ask you some questions."

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[posterboymarine]

Brody groaned at the lose of her heat, then grabbed the towel and headed upstairs. He was not, at all, happy about the interruption, but it was the price he had to be willing to pay if he wanted to be involved with her.

And if he were honest with himself, that is exactly what they were talking about. Being involved. Turning to each other instead of other people. It was, to a sane person, a very very bad idea.

Brody flopped down on the bed, on his stomach, and wrapped his arms around the pillow under his head. After a deep breath, he settled himself to waiting.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie waited until she heard him stop moving around upstairs before she opened the door and she only opened it widely enough to see how was outside. It was Saul, of course, looking agitated. She was almost amused that she could do that to him before she even said hello.

Unless the world was ending, she was going to keep this quick. "Sorry, had to hide a man in my closet before I answered. What's up?"

[posterboymarine]

Saul was not happy with how long it took Carrie to open the door. He was less happy with her comment. And even less so with her state of dress. "Get dressed. We need you right now."

[neverwrongagent]

She raised an eyebrow at him, still calm and outwardly unconcerned. Inwardly she was already keyed up from the interrupted sex and Saul calling her to work didn't help. "Why? What happened?" She glanced at the stairs. Everything they had on the table started with intel that Brody had helped them get.

[posterboymarine]

Saul followed her glance, wondering if the man in the closet story was true. Then he shook his head and looked at her again. "It's Walker. Something's going on. I need your eyes and your insight."

[neverwrongagent]

He was about to find out because if he wanted eyes on Walker, they had the perfect resource upstairs in her bedroom. Brody wouldn't like it, but the safer a world they created, the safer he would feel in it, hopefully. She glanced up the stairs again.

She swung the door open to let him pass. "Come in, there's pizza. I need about ten minutes." Hopefully she could talk her lover into at least considering helping.

[posterboymarine]

Saul nodded as he entered. "Make it five." He was familiar enough with her place that he found the food and the open wine bottle easily enough. A quick glance in the living room gave up that there was someone else there.

[neverwrongagent]

Carried had every intention of taking ten, or more, if there was value to it. She was used to doing what she needed against orders. Hell, everything to do with Nick Brody qualified as that. She went up to the bedroom and plopped down on the bed next to Brody. "My boss says he needs me."

[posterboymarine]

Brody rolled to look at her when she sat down. When she spoke, he sighed softly and nodded. "Guess that's the price ya pay to play." He did not look at all happy about it. He was not even close to ready to go home.

[neverwrongagent]

She spent a moment caressing his hair, no more ready than him to end their time together. "It's what I do." She leaned in and kissed him gently before giving him the real bad news. "It's Walker. Saul wants my perspective because I already worked with him so much." She sat back. "But you know him better I do."

[posterboymarine]

The kiss almost made the news bearable. Almost. He scowled softly. "I'm not sure that's a good idea."

[neverwrongagent]

He wasn't wrong and it showed in her expression. "Neither am I, but it would solve a few problems for us at the same time. And you really could help." She leaned in to kiss him again. "What happened between us over there can be between us. All we have to talk about is what's going on now."

The odds that anyone would believe it were small, but she convinced herself that it would work.

[posterboymarine]

He wasn't so sure that it would work, either, but he was willing to let her have that illusion. "So, just gonna tell your boss I happened to be over here, all on my own?"

[neverwrongagent]

She shrugged. "We ran into each other, got to talking, I tore your clothes off you... It's true." And it was, if you ignored that they'd been lovers before that. Carrie made impulsive choices all the time. "Saul's okay. I trust him."

[posterboymarine]

"Seems thin. But okay." He was easy, when it came to her. Maybe a little too easy. "I'm going to need my shirt back."

From downstairs drifted Saul's voice. "Carrie... Let's go!"

[neverwrongagent]

She glanced down. "But it fits me so well." Grinning at her victory, she stripped off the shirt and tossed it at him before heading for her closet. At the same time, she called back down to Saul. "Yeah, yeah, coming. Hold your horses."

[posterboymarine]

"This is a bad idea." Of course, he was still getting dressed. So he was still in. After he was dressed he went up behind her and kissed her shoulder. "I should probably not go downstairs without you, should I."

[neverwrongagent]

She turned half toward him so she could kiss him back. "It would make for an interesting conversation. Might be worth it for you to get to see Saul sputter." She shimmied into a pair of jeans, half jumping to get them up over her still sweat dampened hips. "And it's a horrible idea because I don't want to share you, but maybe this will end up giving us more freedom."

She riffled through her shirts with one hand as she fished out a bra with the other. Once she had both items on and shoes on her feet, she looked up at him with a bright smile. "Show time?"

[posterboymarine]

Fully dressed himself, he nodded. "Let's do this." He let her go down first and tried to get his best smile painted on. He had a little practice, so he might have even been convincing.

Saul was... surprised was a good word. And he did sputter a little before looking at Carrie with a raised eyebrow.

[neverwrongagent]

Carrie shrugged, grinning slightly. "Found him in my closet, thought I'd feed him and try on his clothes." And fuck his brains out, but that didn't need to be stated out loud. It made Saul twitch when she said things like that. "I thought he might have something to contribute."

[posterboymarine]

For Brody's part, he just shrugged sheepishly, then offered Saul his hand. The older man shook it, still not at all sure about the situation.

So he decided to pretend that Brody was part of the scenery and talk to Carrie. "If you think he can help, I'm willing to see. But he doesn't have clearance and you know that. So he is need to know."

If Brody was upset by being talked about like he wasn't there, he didn't let on. He was a Marine. He was used to being a tool, acknowledged only when needed and otherwise ignored.

[neverwrongagent]

There were ways around the clearances and Brody already knew more than Saul about some things, but there was no way to tell him that. "He'll be a better judge of Walker than just about anyone." She glanced at Brody, then touched his arm. "But you will probably end up sitting around a lot. We'll find you the good magazines."

[posterboymarine]

Saul watched the way Carrie touched Brody and rolled his eyes a little. He was going to need to have a talk with his protege, she was pushing it more than usual.

Brody, for his part, just nodded. "I'll need to use the phone. And if you give me a magazine more than six months old, I'm leaving."

[neverwrongagent]

The point of the touch was to reassure Brody and show Saul she was committed to this. "You can call when we get there, but the best I can promise is about four months." She gestured to the door, "Let's go boys, we have work to do."

[posterboymarine]

Saul lead the way and Brody brought up the rear, a piece of pizza in his hand. He came up behind Carrie and whispered in her ear. "You're driving." It was the perfect excuse to come back and finish what they'd started.