neverwrongagent | We all fall down

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rp

We all fall down

Carrie would remember the next few days as some of the best of her life. She was living with a man she was more comfortable with than she could have imagined, working together for a common goal. Even the visit with his kids went well. She gave him most of Saturday with just them, showing up at dinner time with pizza and cookies. They played board games and chased around her little house until it was time for him to take them back. Then it all went to hell.

They finally found evidence that Walker had met someone on one of his random seeming runs around the District. Before they could act on it, a series of small bombs took out three Metro buses as they approached the city center. A half dozen people were killed, twice that were injured. Had it been one bomb, it would have been bad enough, but three in a concert was particularly frightening for the city. It also put CIA on high alert. The work they'd been doing before was nothing compared to the sudden anger and frustration everyone showed. Plenty of people looked at Brody, and Carrie, as though they'd done something wrong. Brody should have come forward sooner. Carrie shouldn't have trusted him so much. Maybe if they'd come up for air this wouldn't have happened.

Carrie though all that and more, although she never really blamed Brody. At least, not any more than she blamed any of them for missing it. They'd messed up, not gotten to the answer fast enough. For her, everything else fell away. The work was everything and she spent as many hours as she was allowed at work. She had to be shoehorned out of the building to go home and rest, but when she was there she didn't sleep. She only ate when someone put food in front of her. This was the Carrie Brody had never seen, that her family worried about, that Carrie held on a tight leash.

She paced her dining platform, looking at the notes and schedules she had posted to her wall, sure she was still missing something crucial. She had music playing, the kind of jazz that normally settled her, but it wasn't doing shit and she could feel her skin start to crawl, but she had to work, had to figure out where they'd gone wrong.

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He laughed as she settled against him. "I'm a Marine, not a millionaire, babe. Besides, you look best naked."

She shook her head. "I would look outstanding in little beaded nothings. I'll show you some day." She kissed his shoulder. "Some day I'm taking you to a place we can be naked for days and still see the stars."

He carefully rolled onto his side so he could look at her. "Back to the cabin? That would be nice. A vacation. Maybe before I'm actually billeted at Quantico?"

She nodded. "At the very least back to the cabin." She'd been thinking somewhere a little fancier, but the fact that he thought of that made her chest ache. And then the idea of him living away from her made it full out hurt. "Yeah, before that."

He gave her a look, his eyebrows raised. "WHat's wrong, baby?"

She touched his face for a moment, then kissed him softly. "Nothing wrong." She shrugged a little sheepishly. "Struck by how used to having you around I've gotten, that's all."

His eyebrow raised further. "You think I'm not going to be around? I'm not going anywhere."

She shook her head. "I know you will." If they made it through this, of course. "But in my house? You need space for your kids." Not that they weren't welcome around her, but she wasn't the most stable person. "I hadn't thought it all through. You know me, I only do that sometimes."

He did have to agree with that. "We'll work it out." He gave her a long, slow, reassuring kiss. "We'll make it work, I promise. You are stuck with me."

She was pretty sure he had that backwards, but that didn't stop her from accepting his comfort. If it was going to be backwards, she was going to get the full benefit. "You still have a bet to win with Dad."

That started him laughing, which pulled at the scratches on his back and started him bleeding just a little. He didn't care, dragging her into his arms and kissing her deeply.

She wasn't expecting that reaction at all. Going down in a heap, she even squeaked in surprise before settling into the kiss. If she'd known mentioning her father would get her attacked that way...she probably still wouldn't do it that often. Her arms went back around his neck so she could keep him close.

It was more the fact that there was a bet and less of who it was with that set him off. Every moment of this op was a gamble, but he still figured the stakes for the bet with her old man were higher. And that was pretty funny.

He pulled her on top of him as he settled on his back. When the kiss broke, he smiled up at her. "What do you want to do now?"

She snorted. "I have options? I had no idea." She kissed the tip of his nose. "We could play cards. I'd say strip poker, but that's kind of pointless." She grinned down at him. "I like this. What we're doing."

Just being close, pretending the world mostly wasn't out there, that was good.

He ran his hands down her sides and settled them on her hips. "What are we doing? Cause it looks an awful lot like you sitting on me, kissing my nose."

She kissed him again in the same spot. "We are being." She shrugged. "Just...being. I don't do that often."

That got a broad smile. "Me neither." One hand left her hip and he ran his fingers along her jawline. "You are so beautiful. You know that, right?"

She flushed some, dropping her gaze away in an amazingly feminine way. "Just so you think so." Her looks were at tool, a quirk of nature, nothing special, but she liked that he liked them. "You might be biased some."

"My bias has nothing to do with it." He grinned up at her. "And I do think so."

She was rumpled, sweaty, and stressed. His bias had quite a bit to do with it. She leaned down and kissed him properly. "Will you believe me if I tell you how beautiful you are?" She mock frowned. "Or do I have to say handsome?"

He rolled his eyes. "يمكنك استخدام كل ما تريد." He kissed her again, then settled back, touching her face again.

(*You can use whatever you want.)

She took him at his word and sat up slightly. Smiling softly, touching his face with her fingertips, she recited from memory. "مثل الحزم من الذرة أنه يجمع لك لنفسه.
انه يفصل لك لتجعلك المجردة.
انه ينخل لك لتحريرك من قشور الخاص بك.
انه يطحن لك البياض.
انه يعجن لك حتى كنت مطواعة؛
ثم انه يعين لك لله النار المقدسة، والتي قد تصبح الخبز المقدس لعيد الله المقدسة.

كل هذه الأمور يجب القيام أحب لكم أن تعلمون أسرار قلبك، وهذه المعرفة تصبح جزء من قلب الحياة." When she was done, she blushed darkly and leaned back down to kiss him. The analogies were a little more intense than she expected when spoken aloud.

(Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.)

His arms wrapped around her and he clung to her. That was decidedly unfair, and yet he understood the sentiment completely. He did not, however, have the head for poetry, really, so he let his kiss be his answer.

That kiss was pretty much the reaction she'd been hoping for. She settled against him to enjoy it. They were apart so much now and were going to be apart again. She wanted him to know that in her heart she was with him the whole time. That was important.

Finally she pulled back with a whimper and rested her head on his shoulder. "Wow."

He didn't really let go of her, but he kept smiling at her. "Didn't know you were a romantic."

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