neverwrongagent | Running away from home. Just like kids.

Current Mood: anxious

Briefings with Saul were getting more and more tense. Carrie could feel the strain on all of them as a real, palpable thing. Beside her, no one had ever had much faith in Brody, which was largely her fault. How could she explain her change of heart without explaining it was exactly that. What was harder was not telling him about how bad it was. Every time she was vague it was a physical pain.

The final straw was a heated conversation about what they would do if he were found out, revealed to be on a mission. They had escape plans, but it was clear very few people in that room gave a damn if they worked. Or if they even existed. She'd been through hell for the man they were dismissing like so much dross and all because... She wasn't that sure why because at this point. It was about Saul, really, and she knew that. That's why when he made a passing comment that made it sound damn like he'd made his decision and Brody didn't figure into it at all, she felt her stomach lurch so badly she almost had to leave the room.

She didn't go to him that night, that would be stupid. She waited a day, all of which was spent wondering when she would throw up. She got there late, just before dark, and sat back to watch the men finish up before meal break. He looked good. Better than when she saw him last, even.

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posterboymarine

He tried not to laugh at her the whole time she was groaning, because he was still laying in bed. Once she was dressed, he got up and pulled himself together with only slightly less noise.

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neverwrongagent

She could tell he was trying and she shot him the occasional amused dirty look. Then she was dressed and looking at the map again. It kept her from watching him get dressed, which was much more interesting. She was glad to see how much better he looked.

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posterboymarine

Once he was dressed, he joined her, looking over her shoulder. "Probably the northern, western most part of the state. No one will look there."

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neverwrongagent

She nodded absently. She hadn't thought about it much once they'd picked a state. In the car was the book for just there. He could look through it, pick a nice, quiet place. She touched his cheek, then kissed him lightly. "Not someplace super small, mid sized. But quiet."

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posterboymarine

"Let's go." He kissed her, then plucked the map from her hand and headed for the door.

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neverwrongagent

She laughed softly and finished getting ready before following him out. She had to check out anyway. "Does that mean you're taking the first leg? I hope so. Because I want control of the radio."

She was teasing him about what they'd listen to right up until they got on the road. Then she put on an oldies station that seemed like it would last for a while. Something they could sing along to.

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posterboymarine

He just rolled his eyes at her teasing, and sang along once they got going. After a little while of driving, he reached over and took her hand.

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neverwrongagent

She lifted his hand absently and kissed it lightly. The simple act made her smile. It was so bizarre. They were on the lam, running away, AWOL, all of that. And they could take the time to kiss and hold hands. "So, cabin. Lake." She raised an eyebrow. "Two bedrooms? Three?" She laughed. Better than sleeping in the living room."

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posterboymarine

He glanced over at her with a grin. "Two. Three is too big. Too easy to get lost in with just us."

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neverwrongagent

She nodded. Two was big enough for them to have some space when they needed it. Space for his kids some day. Of course, that was well into the realm of fantasy. "Big living room. Big kitchen." She raised an eyebrow. "Little garden or big?"

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posterboymarine

"Little kitchen. Big garden." He squeezed her hand then focused back on the road again. It was good that she didn't mention his kids. That would have pushed him in the wrong direction.

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neverwrongagent

There was no way in hell she was going to mention his kids. If he brought them up, fine. But they weren't hers to talk about. "Little kitchen?" She laughed softly. "That's because you like to get in my way. You think I'll grope you or something."

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posterboymarine

"You do grope me." THis was not a complaint, not one bit. Just the truth as he had experienced it.

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neverwrongagent

She was gonna do it again in a minute. As soon as that truck passed them just in case he jumped. "We're on the run. There is supposed to be wild sex at inappropriate moments. Next time, on the hood of the car." Not that it was actually big enough, but that was beside the point.

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posterboymarine

He stared at her for a moment, then started laughing. "You trying to get us arrested, woman?"

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neverwrongagent

She made a dismissive gesture. "I've never been arrested for inappropriate sex." That was a matter of luck and her brash nature rather than any planning, of course.

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posterboymarine

"Should I just pull over?" He gave her a sidelong glance, then started to slow down, interested in her answer, given that they were on a moderately busy 4 lane highway.

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neverwrongagent

She rolled her eyes. "No, we need to make more miles." She rubbed his knee lightly. "We can give that a try after lunch." The more she thought about it, the more she liked that idea. Something to look forward to.

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posterboymarine

"Yes, ma'am." He winked at her, then refocused fully on driving. He couldn't help the touch of a grin on his lips as he considered the same possibility she was.

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neverwrongagent

"Every time..." And it was true. Every single time he said that, her belly leapt. She hoped it always did. She let him drive in peace, taking the time to look at the guide book some and think more about what they needed when they landed. That was an odd mental conversation to have. What they needed.

Not that it hadn't been them for a while.

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posterboymarine

He let her comment go, instead letting himself enjoy the feel of putting miles between them and his certain death. It had been a while since he'd had to drive for any length of time and he found he was enjoying it.

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neverwrongagent

She liked being with him, having a plan even if it was an insane one. And they both knew it was. It was just less insane, marginally, than the other one. She kept rubbing his leg, absently. "What do you want to plant?"

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posterboymarine

He gave a half shrug. "Something useful. Something we could eat, I guess. Less opportunity to be seen in public." He patted her hand. "And some flowers."

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neverwrongagent

That was a good thought. She wondered if either of them was really any good at it. Coloring both their hair would probably do more good. His, in particular. He should probably let it grow out to a nice, civilian length. That idea made her smile. Something to run her fingers through properly. She didn't realize she'd made a soft noise at that thought.