Errand

Carson knew Agent Young had been hanging around the Elite, and had been informed along with everyone else to cooperate with him, but so far he'd avoided any interaction. He hadn't known he'd been hounding people, let alone Misty, let alone about him. And it made Carson's blood boil.

Taking Misty's face gently between his hands, his thumbs wiped away her tears. "I am...so sorry." It wasn't fair Misty was still suffering because of his past mistakes. He should be the one dealing with it - not her. She's been through enough and deserved none of this. "That never should have happened," he assured softly. "You're not at fault for anything, and that guy can't hurt you." 

He kissed her forehead before pulling her back into a hug again. "You stay as long as you need...I'm not going anywhere." Until later. Once she was gone. He would have an errand to run. 


Scott nodded to Dalton. He was still shaken up from dealing with Kirk, but they needed to find out what was happening now. "Yeah. Let's go." Letting Dalton lead, he followed him out, down the hall, through the cubicles and towards Susanne's office by Reese. Once there though, the desk was empty. 

Scott sat down quickly at the computer, but it had been shut down. He glanced up at Dalton. "You saw it too, right? Someone was just here." 

He stood and looked out across the cubicles. Most were empty as usual lately since things had grown so quiet. But his eyes landed on the figure who seemed to be lazily leaning against Nate's wall. "Garret. It has to have been him. Nobody else would have any reason to break through our system." Just thinking about approaching Garret though, made Scott's pulse race, and he stood a little behind Dalton, feeling safer that way. 

At Nate's cubicle, Garret had just arrived. After having shared lunch with Nate, he'd set to work looking through files about Scott's case and any information on his stay at Brookshire. There hadn't been a whole lot, but he'd set up in the interrogation room...until a few minutes ago when he'd slipped into Susanne's office to use the computer. But someone had caught on way too fast, so he'd gotten out quickly. Now seeing Scott and Dalton out of the corner of his eye, he knew it had been a close call. Reese would not approve of him being ten feet from a computer, let alone trying to access the Agency. 

He handed Nate some of the files he'd been given. "Not a whole lot here," he mused. "It's gonna take more digging and getting that footage from Hawks before we can know for sure if the Agency's been there all along." 


So Ashlee had a few years of school left? That at least hinted she was indeed younger than Travis. He was getting closer. "I guess you're right..." He glanced to his side where she'd join him. "Rushing life isn't any fun anyway." He smiled. "And just for the record...I like oiling saddles, too." He cocked his head, his smile remaining. "Which is something I think I could handle at this point, so maybe you'll have to introduce me to the tack room." 


Love you too. Text you again soon.

Rosalyn ended the message to her mother, and tucked the phone back in her pocket. Sitting in the passenger seat of Chad's jeep, her bare feet up on the dash, she closed her eyes, letting the sunshine warm her skin. It was hard. Leaving. But she knew it was best, for now. For safety. 

A tear escaped to trickle down her cheek, and she swiped it away quickly, hoping Chad hadn't seen. She didn't want him to think she didn't want to be with him, because that wasn't it. She'd just never thought she'd have to leave - at least not like this. 

No Rush

Feeling Carson's arms around Misty just melted into his arms. Feeling there strength while she was weak.  More tears flowed from her eyes as she just couldn't hold them in anymore. She had been so strong for so long. She just wanted to be held, just wanted to have someone else strength while hers was fading.

Staying silent for a few moments after Carson asked what was wrong she just tried to gather her thoughts. She wanted to at least stop crying a little to be able to talk to Carson. She felt so many things it was so hard to just land on one.

   "There is this FBI guy at the Elite and he's been....hounding everyone. Well it was my turn a little bit ago."


Drawing silent again what had happened today filled her mind again. Oh how she hated the whole thing. How it had hurt, and dug up so many unwanted feelings. 

   "He new lots of things about us, about our life. My time in the Agency, you, everything you've done in the past. He just keep asking questions, wanting answers, nothing was good enough. He wanted to know what I would do if you went back to the agency, its your pattern he said, and...he...just said terrible things."

Misty starts to tremble as she explains all that happened. In her state it really shook her up. That was now how she wanted to end her day, and she almost felt like not going back to work till Kirk was gone, but who new when that would be.

   "The Elite will always want you Scott, and will always have you. You are part of our family and no one will ever change that."

Dalton new that was true without even ask anyone. Scott was so important to them all. He was part of the family, part of the team, and one of the best hackers Dalton had even known. He couldn't imagen his office without Scott again. 

Having his thoughts halted by Scott's discovery Dalton stands and comes over to the computer. Leaning over Scott's shoulder he hits a few buttons letting out a small grumble. This was really odd indeed. 

   "Well that should slow them down a little. Should we see who it is and why?"

Hearing more about Travis Ashlee couldn't help but just soak it all up. He seemed so interesting and listing to him talk was nice. From what little she new of his dad Travis seemed to take after him a lot, from the sound of his mother that was probably a good thing.

   "I have an odd hobby of oiling saddles. Don't me why it just brings me comfort. I also like to read, look at the stars at night, go for hikes, and I draw a little, but haven't in some time."

Finishing up her side of brushing Ashlee walking over to where Travis was working and started to help. Thinking for a second she back tracks a little in the conversation.

   "I dont think you should feel bad about not having any real plans yet. Why wast the money if you dont know what you want to do yet. I'm not sure I know what I want to do either. I've still got a few years to figure that out though. No point in rushing life."