neverwrongagent | Rescued?

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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neverwrongagent

She snorted softly. "There's a million ways. Maybe I found you before you found me again." She looked over at him. "Saul thinks you're working me."

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posterboymarine

He stared at her. As though she had three eyes. "Found you again? Do I strike you as someone capable of focusing long enough to find anything? It takes me three hours to grocery shop, with a list."

He was rapidly become annoyed, and shutting down.

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neverwrongagent

Carrie found a spot to pull over and park. When she had, she turned in her seat and touched his face. "Hey. I didn't say I thought you were. I do think you're a smart enough guy that you could, but that's because I don't keep sleeping with stupid people." One night stands were another thing.

"But the people around us are going to think that and we have to be honest about it."

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posterboymarine

He sighed roughly. "Fine." He didn't sound terribly sure, but he was looking at her again. He was torn, between getting out of the car and kissing her. It was a hard place to be.

The decision was made by the phone ringing in his pocket. He looked at it in confusion, then answered it. "Hello?"

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neverwrongagent

Carrie wished she could clearly hear both sides of the conversation, but she couldn't without crawling in his lap. So she settled back some to watch him, drinking in he smallest details of his reactions.

On the other end of the line, Walker's voice was even, with only the slightest hint of camaraderie. "You're a hard man to find, Gunny."

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posterboymarine

Brody looked at Carrie as he spoke. "Didn't know I was being looked for." He had a very bad feeling about the whole thing, like that Walker had gone bad. There was definitely something rotten beneath his even tone.

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neverwrongagent

"We've been watched, recorded, poked and prodded. I'm surprised I'm not being followed 24/7." Walked paused for a beat. "Don't you ever feel like someone's watching you? Waiting for you to... I don't know what." The pause was a shade too long to be emotional confusion, but only if you knew Walker's usual cadences.

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posterboymarine

Brody's eyes narrowed at Walker's choice of words. "Why do you think I never go out, don't answer the phone. Felt that way for a while now."

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neverwrongagent

Carrie put her hand on his leg, wanting to remind him that he wasn't alone, that at least she was watching his back now. Of course, if he was playing her, and playing Walker, that was pretty meaningless. She didn't think he was, she had no reason beyond trying to never overlook a possibility, to think he was.

Walker didn't answer Brody for a long time, then he sounded a little less tense. "We should get a beer. Talk about how being back sucks. Away from the wives."

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posterboymarine

Brody was silent for a little less time. "Yeah. We can do that. Doing anything right now? I could use a change of scenery."

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neverwrongagent

Given where they were, Carrie chose not to take that personally. They'd have to go back to his place, get his car, arrange for more surveillance... She did the calculations while she waited for Walker's answer.

"Yeah. Someplace green. Someplace open." There was another pause, while Walker seemed to get himself back in check. Then he suggested a park not too far from Brody's house.

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posterboymarine

Brody knew the place. "Sure. Give me half an hour. I'll bring the beer." He glanced at Carrie, hoping that would be enough time.

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neverwrongagent

It was going to be close, but she still nodded. They'd make it work. She got her phone out and texted Saul to get things rolling. She'd call when Brody hung up.

Walker laughed. "That's a deal." Then he hung up.

Carrie gave Brody a minute, then touched his leg again.

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posterboymarine

He hung up, then looked at the hand on his leg. "I don't like it. I don't want to do this. But you need me to. So let's go get my car."

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neverwrongagent

Carrie pulled back slowly, nodding. She didn't like it much either, but they didn't have much choice, either of them. Better to get it all over with and find out what the needed to. She got back into traffic and headed toward her place.

For most of the drive she was busy on the phone, coordinating with Saul.

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posterboymarine

He settled back in the seat and closed his eyes. She was working and he was just a tool. Again, nothing new.

When they pulled up at her place, he squeezed her hand before climbing out. "Don't follow too close, okay?"

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neverwrongagent

She bit back the reminder that she knew what she was doing. He of all people should know that. If he asked, she would have told him she was absolutely using him, but she would have at least tried to explain that her goals included him.

"Just be careful. We can always schedule another meeting."

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posterboymarine

"I will." He wouldn't. He got in his car and started toward home. There was a liquor store on the way and Brody stopped to get a six pack. Then he was off to the park.

The bench Walker had picked was out of the way without being obviously so. Brody sat down to wait, opening one of the beers while he did.

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neverwrongagent

Carrie ended up in a van with headphones on because the possibility of Walker seeing her wasn't worth the risk. It made her jumpy not being where Brody could see or being able to get to him right away. She pointedly ignored the looks Saul gave her.

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posterboymarine

Saul gave her the hard eye while she ignored him. He even managed to not ask her anything for 5 whole minutes after she got in the van.

"What are you doing? Really? Do you even know?"

Brody was not wasting any time on his beer. Maybe if he was buzzed, he'd be less jumpy. He was finishing off his first and ready to start the second when Walker finally showed.

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neverwrongagent

At that moment she was mostly watching to see how much beer Brody was drinking and when Walker was going to show up. She wanted to know which way he came from, how he walked, where he looked. What she didn't want to do was answer Saul's question which was too vague anyway. "Welcoming home the troops."

She sighed deeply, but didn't turn to look at him. "Today was the first time I've seen him since we've been back." That wasn't technically true, but it was close enough. "I don't usually figure out exactly how I'm fucking a thing up for at least a month."

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posterboymarine

Carrie did have a point. She wasn't usually aware, even when she was told, that she screwing up until she'd been doing it awhile. "You are fucking it up, Carrie. I know you aren't listening to me, but that's what you are doing."

Brody held a beer out for Walker even as he took a drink from his second. "Brother. You look good."

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neverwrongagent

She finally glanced back at him, but only for an instant. "You mind giving me more than four hours before you decide that? Specially since I've had less then twelve." She kept telling herself that wasn't a lie. Their first night together was a stand alone. Being together during the interrogations was about keeping him even. Only now was it about something else. It made perfect sense.

Walker took the beer, but didn't take a sip right away. "Look the way I'm supposed to, I guess."

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posterboymarine

Saul just rolled his eyes at her.

Brody nodded at Walker and gestured to the spot next time. "Is Helen enjoying having you back?" He was making small talk, yes. But he didn't know what his shooter wanted.

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neverwrongagent

Walker shrugged. "She says so, but then I wake her up in the middle of the night. Or I jump when she asks me to pass the sugar." He stared out across the park. "That's what it's about though, isn't it? They say they're glad they got us back, but they'd have been just as happy to leave us in those holes."