Please?

"Aw, Misty, come on!" Carson ignores her request for him to leave, and comes several steps closer to her desk.

"I did trust you! Don't you understand? It was the Agency I didn't trust - not you, or anybody else around here. I stopped myself from telling you what was going on, not because I didn't trust you with the information, but because I knew that no matter how good an actor anybody else was, the Agency would find out."

Desperation floods Carson's eyes as his tone softens again. "How can you condemn me for wanting to keep you alive? For doing this for your safety... for the baby's safety. That's the only reason I did any of this... because I love you so much that I can't bear the thought of having someone hurt you. I-"

"Carson, what in blazes are you doing?" Rick tosses his clipboard onto the counter and frowns at the scene - unhappy that Carson was visibly upsetting Misty, and annoyed that he was out of the other room.

Carson turns to scowl at him. "I'm talking to my wife," he responds coolly. "Is that a crime?"

"No, but it's pretty close at this point." Rick comes over to him and points to the door. "Back to your room."

"I want to be released."

"Well, sorry. I won't do that yet."

"You can't make me stay."

Rick rolls his eyes. "You couldn't take on a five-year-old in your condition. Let's not make a scene, shall we?"

Carson looks back to Misty. "Please," he begs. "Just give me a chance."

Rick grabs his arm and forces him to turn around, giving him a shove towards the door.

Carson stumbles but catches himself, refusing to give up. "All I want is a chance, Misty... to show you I-"

"Out!" Rick orders, grabbing his arm again but this time not letting go, and manhandling him towards the door.

Carson resists, but has no strength with which to fight, and is unable to match Rick's power. Dragged to the hall, he latches on to the doorframe, clinging to it as he looks back at Misty again. "One chance," he pleads. "That's all I ask... please?"

Rick has about had enough, and struggles to tear Carson loose from the door.

"Stop it!" Carson barks. "Quit dictating her options and give her a chance to answer me!" 

Rick pauses the fight to glance back in at Misty. He'd respect this one wish and let her decide the fate of this encounter. Locking eyes with her while his hands remain on Carson, he waits for her word to either let Carson stay or take him away.

Feeling Nate's hand on her shoulder, Jaz looks up quickly with her tear-filled eyes. He was so kind... she could feel it. His simple touch meant so much right now, that it helps to soothe her a little - enough to slow the tears for now.

Swallowing hard, she shakes her head. "I don't have any friends around here. I don't know anybody at all. Just Carson."

Reaching for another tissue, she blows her nose and dabs her eyes. "I... I bring danger to anybody though." Looking up at Nate again, she doesn't even realize how obvious it is that she wants to accept his offer to find someone for her to stay with. "But if... if you know somebody, I... I'd think about it."

Jared's pulse quickens as Grace brings her hand to his face. Her touch was so soft and light, it sent shivers down his spine. Leaning into her palm just a little his eyes don't leave hers. Her touch... her glance to his lips... he knew he had her permission. 

Still holding her other hand to his chest, he moves in closer, ever so slowly. His lips brush lightly against hers a couple times in a slight tease, testing to make sure she wasn't going to pull away. Once sure she wasn't, he presses his lips to hers more firmly as his free hand slides up her arm to gently rub her shoulder.