Competition

Jared looks a little closer at the picture and shakes his head. "I have no idea what that was about. I don't remember it at all." He grins. "But knowing me, I did get back at whoever did it. I was awfully good at that." 

Before he knew it, they were turning the last page in the album and their hot chocolate was long gone. Jared was feeling quite tired, but...it had been worth it. Now though, he knew that Grace had probably stayed much longer than planned, and she more than likely had things she needed to do. 

Flipping the album shut, he turns his head to just study Grace's face for several moments. This was the first day in quiet a while that he felt like maybe, just maybe, life might be worth living again. And he owed it to her. 

"So... see you again in a couple days? I promise I'll actually be ready for therapy on my legs this time."


It was several hours before Hunter finds himself wandering back into the ranch yard and heading for his bunk. Though unusually quiet, it would take a good eye to notice any tears had fallen. And if anyone did notice, they didn't draw attention to it. 

After touching base with a few of the guys and promising he'd be at supper, he continues to his bunkhouse where he flops down on his bed to chill for just a short while before he'd clean up for the evening. Having left his cell phone here while going off by himself, he checks it now, smiling at receiving a text from Katie. He hoped she hadn't worried when he hadn't answered right away, but most likely she had just assumed he was busy.

To: Katie
From: Hunter
Hey Babe. :) Yeah knee is doing pretty well
actually. Got a brace Ima have to wear all
the time for a while. But I can hack that. 
Angel seems pleased with the progress. 

To: Katie
From: Hunter
Miss u bunches too. I like the meals here but
miss sitting with u. No one to play footsie
with. ;) Altho I gotta tell u... UNO isnt 
gonna be happy when I leave. U might have a 
bit of competition there! lol

Prying himself from his bed, he goes to take a shower then enjoy supper with the others. Tonight would be a little different... but a good different. And he would have so much to tell Katie when he saw her again. It was just too much to text.


Jaz manages to give Nate a little smile, grateful for all his help. Following him out to the car, it was a quiet trip to TJY, but somehow, Jaz felt herself able to relax just a little bit. She felt safe with Nate - an Elite agent who was trying to help and keeping her protected. 

Once at TJY, it wasn't long before finding out that Jamie had agreed to letting her stay with her and Con. After checking to make sure Carson really was okay, Jaz hangs out for a while before eventually going home with Jamie. She felt quite awkward, but also grateful. Sleeping in the spare bedroom, knowing that a big guy like Con was there was comforting in a way, and she appreciated it.

Time

As Jared backs away to look at the pictures again Grace still smiles looking down again. There moment had come and gone for now but it was something she would remember. It had been special to her made her heart flutter there was no forgetting that.

  "Your a little monkey. I like this picture there is just...something about it. You look like your having fun."

Moving a little closer to Jared and down slightly in the bed to get comfortable Grace continues to look at all the pictures. She really was enjoying herself and it was nice having Jared explain them to her. It was a way of getting to know him just little better.

   "Hey what about this one? It looks like someone put a pie in your face, but you have that look like you got them back too."

Hearing Jaz say she would come back to TJY with him Nate was happy. He really did want her safe and taken care of for now. He just cared about her. Giving a nod to her as she goes to pack her bag Nate new he'd come back to get the rest of her stuff if he needed to and didn't mind at all.

   "Take your time I'm not in much of a hurry."

Sitting down on the couch Nate sits and wait while looking around a little bit and taking everything in the room in. Maybe trying to get a feel for this while thing but at the same time He wondered how much of this room was real and how much was just another part of the show.

As Jaz comes back into the room Nate stands once again and offers her a friendly smile. He wanted to make sure she had whatever she needed for now and they would be back. He'd be sure of that himself. Turning and making his way to the door he looks over he shoulder a little bit.

   "You're very welcome Jaz. I'd rather you safe than stuck here alone."

To: Hunter
From: Katie

Some days seem longer than others and its on those
days I miss you and sitting at the ranch the most. 
Hows the knee and your ride the other day? Did it 
hold up ok?

Been a while...

Seeing Grace smile, Jared feels a sense of relief - she hadn't minded his affection. She approved. 

Caressing her cheek with his thumb, he finally draws back, still holding her hand and giving it an extra squeeze. Did he really have feelings for her? Feelings deeper than friendship? Yes... he did. 

Leaning back against the wall again, he turns his focus back to the photos, leaving the moment with Grace to remain where it was - in the past, not to be spoiled by explanation or justification. It was what it was - nothing more, nothing less. 

"And this was a trip to the zoo apparently." Jared arcs an eyebrow at a picture of him hanging off a monkey statue. "But I... don't remember that." He grins, settling in closer to Grace. "Justin was always the quirker, not me. Must've been a rare moment."

Nate's question seems to go unnoticed for a moment as Jaz furrows her brow. "Con... as in Con Gibbs?" She'd heard about him - bad from the Agency, good from Carson. Wasn't his wife the one Carson had something to do with right before changing sides? Jaz couldn't remember. But if that was the case, maybe they didn't like Carson. And if they didn't like Carson, then there was a good chance they wouldn't like her. But if Con had seemed positive then...

Bringing her thoughts back into focus, she looks at Nate for a moment, hoping she could trust him as much as she felt she could. "Um... I'll... I'll come with you to TJY." Standing, she runs a hand through her hair trying to think of all she might need. At least her tears were dry for now. She wouldn't make Nate stay here though - he had better things to do. "Just... give me a couple minutes to throw a bag together in case I don't get back here right away."

It really didn't take her much longer than those couple minutes to gather a couple sets of clothes and a few personal items, thrown into a backpack. After all, she didn't have that much to begin with. After slipping on a pair of flipflops and pulling her hair back into a low ponytail, she finds Nate again, backpack slung over her shoulder. "Okay... I'm ready, and... thank you. I really appreciate this." 

"The nice thing is, that it doesn't matter where we've been or how far off the path we've strayed. He's still there waiting - unmoving and unchanging. No matter what we've done, His love and forgiveness covers it. And despite what we may think, He always wants us to talk to Him, no matter what we're feeling, good or bad. For me... well, I guess I learned a while back that life was a whole lot easier when I let Him share my burdens, rather than trying to do it all myself. I could handle a lot - but not enough. He didn't mind that it took me so long to realize it, and He was more than willing to take me in and give me the peace I'd needed but fought for so many years." 

Hunter sits under the tree in the pasture, his eyes watching the clouds roll by. It felt like just yesterday he and Katie were sitting here... yet almost like a lifetime as well. Time was funny. In a way though, the way he was feeling, it almost did seem as though a lifetime had passed for him. The way he thought... the way he processed things... the way he felt deep inside.

Mick's words from the day before had come back to him. Hunter had been helping him fix the hay baler and conversation had somehow turned to God. It was one of the few times Hunter had been willing to discuss it and... Mick really had made a lot of sense. Whether or not he had though, there was an undeniable ache in the pit of Hunter's heart, and he knew good and well what it was from. He'd known all along - he'd just been unwilling to admit it. 

Squinting at the sunlight sky, he sighs deeply. He'd realized many things over the last few weeks. Things about himself. About why he did some of the things he did. About issues he'd avoided for so long. His parents - his father in particular. Kyle. His drinking. Having felt little love growing up and having been rejected as he was, it was no wonder he reacted the way he did to any rejection after that. It just... hadn't made sense until now. It was no wonder he'd overreacted with Kyle - with Alice and the whole Break Out incident. His wanderings all had to do with him running away from what he was really feeling. And his drinking... it was just a lousy habit of trying to numb what he'd thought were just surface feelings - when in reality it had been the deeper wounds he'd been trying to bury. 

It all made sense now. He'd just never thought through it before. He'd never taken the time to look at his hurt and figure out why it was there to begin with. And now that answers were falling into place... there was just one more piece missing. One more thing to do before true healing could begin. Before he could start letting go of the things he needed to.

"God... I know it's been a while..."

"So you dating him, or what?" Colt crunches on a potato chip, sitting with Ariel in the grass by the pasture fence as they ate lunch. 

Ariel shrugs and takes a sip from her water bottle. "Naw. I mean, we've gone out a few times, but that's it. Last I knew, he still hadn't decided if he was even staying or going back to Mexico - not exactly something I want to get involved with if he's just gonna take off." 

Colt quirks an eyebrow. "He's still staying with the Elite?" 

"Yeah. I don't think he likes it, so I don't know why he won't make up his mind. They've even offered to help him find his own place."

"Hmm. Sounds like he would rather go back home to me."

"I can't tell." Ariel finishes of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. "He's got an awfully thick wall. Every once in a while I see through it and get a glimmer of the guy inside, but then he's right back to hiding himself." 

"Maybe he has a lot to hide." 

Ariel smirks at her brother. "You still don't like him, do you?" 

"Well, first impressions do a lot." Colt recalls seeing Trey drunk at Ariel's place. "What I see is a spoiled guy with little self-control and who is taking advantage of his situation by living free until he can get his butt in gear and make up his mind for himself. Maybe if he had his mommy, he'd-" Colt stops short as he receives a whack over the head - a hard one. "Ouch!" 

Ariel scowls at him. "Must you be so doggone negative all the time?"

"I just call it as I see it." Colt rubs his head. "Maybe that was harsh, but you know I'm picky when it comes to guys who hit on my sister." 

Ariel can't help her grin. "And if I wasn't your sister?" 

Colt shrugs. "Then I'd say he's a guy who seems to have little direction, and I'd feel kinda bad for him."

"Hmm." Ariel is skeptical, but she accepts it. 

Colt munches on a couple more chips, squinting out across the pasture. He always enjoyed the days when his sister could join him at the stable... even if he might not admit it aloud. "Think he'd like to come to the church picnic?" 

"Don't know. I can ask though." Ariel gives him a sidelong glance, her grin returning. "You ol' softy, you." 

Colt's lips curl into a smile. "Just don't tell anybody. Might ruin my reputation."

Ariel scoffs. "Don't fool yourself - everybody knows you're a softy."

Remember

Being pulled into Jared just a little bit closer Grace can feel her own grip tighten slightly. She let the kiss continuing not minding it much. It had surprised her but she was not scared, even hearing about Jared's past. Maybe she had gotten to know a part of him no one else had seen, the part of Jared that even with his past was locked away, the soft side.

As the kiss comes to an end and Jared pulls away Grace opens her eyes and just lets the soft smile spread across her lips. He heart beating so much faster now that it already had started too. Leaning her head into his hand they were soft, caring and they made her feel....safe.

   "Mmmm..yes it will. I think it's one of the best new ones...and thank you Jared."

As Rick comes back and gives her the soft pat to her shoulder Misty lets out a sigh. Would things be ok and would they work out? She wasn't so sure about that or when things would be ok and normal again but she new she hated the continues pleading Carson was doing and hoped this now was the end of it.

   "Thanks Rick, sooner or late it has too."

So many things were happening and going on Misty didn't even know where to start. She was trying to do what was best for her and on the same hand everything hurt and reminded of her past she had with the man who was going to become her Ex. Misty still cared about him and the hardest thing was seeing him now regret his desition and knowing he really was just trying to protect her and the baby. Still that didn't make this whole thing ok and couldn't just sweep it under the carpet like nothing happened.

   "Thanks Con, just let me know and than we can set things up."

Nate new that he'd have to talk to Jamie and it was only right and that didn't bother him at all. After all they were married and bring a strange ex Agency woman into there home was a big deal. He was happy than Con was at least going to talk to her though and see if they could work something up.

   "Talk to ya again soon. Bye."

Hanging up the phone and putting it back in his pocket Nate goes from the living room back into the kitchen. Sitting down at the place setting next to Jaz she gives her a soft smile, he could be rough, and he didn't take his job lightly but when someone was in danger he didn't take that lightly either.

   "I talked to Con and he said he was going to have to talk to his Wife but as long as she was ok with it there would be no problem. So he's going to talk to her and get back to me soon."

Leaning back in the chair for a second Nate new he was going to have to get back to work soon but he hated leaving Jaz here by herself. Maybe she would come to TJY with him just to stay there till they new something more. Than she wouldn't have to be alone, but if he called Reese and told him where he was than he could stay here too and be on call.

   "Would you like to come back to TJY with me till we know more or do you want me to stay here with you?"

That Memory

Pleasantly surprised at Grace's willingness to accept and return the affection, Jared dares to deepen his kiss, while keeping it slow and gentle. And it felt like a small piece of Heaven. 

Moving his hand from her shoulder, he runs his fingers softly through her hair before sliding his palm down on her back and pulling her just a little closer.

Eventually drawing back with several more light kisses, Jared remains with his face only inches from hers his palm coming around to cradle her cheek. His heart was racing as for the first time since his depression, he felt alive. And a genuine smile forms. "That memory will definitely stick with me for a while," he whispers. "Thank you."
 

Even though Misty had said it before, her words still were just as painful as the first time. Still hanging on to the doorway, half for support and half as an effort against Rick wanting him to leave, Carson stares at Misty even when she looks away. And for the first time, he truly wished he didn't have a heart so that this wouldn't hurt so much.

"Come on, Carson." Rick gives him a shove, finally succeeding in getting him into the hall. "Get back into bed." 

Carson's shoulders drop, as does his gaze when he finally relents and trudges back to the spare room. Saying nothing, he remains silent as Rick changes the IV and hooks it up again. And when he's left alone, he turns onto his side with his back to the partially-open door. No one would see the tears escape and soak into his pillow, or see his face contorted in anguish as he withheld from crying aloud.

Rick wanders back into the infirmary, irritated, tired, and feeling sorry for Misty... and Carson a little bit too. Coming quietly over to Misty's desk, he offers her a pat on the shoulder. But what could he even say? "It'll be okay," he assures softly. He didn't know when or how, but he knew it would all work itself out eventually. 

Feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket, Con moves his sights from the computer to see who it was. He didn't usually get calls on his day off unless it was Jamie or work calling him back in. Hearing Nate's voice and what he wanted, he thinks for a few moments.

"I'll have to ask Jamie, but... I think we could work something out. If Jaz is an innocent victim in all this, I'd feel bad about leaving her to fend for herself. I'd suggest TJY but I'm not sure Reese wants to handle another live-in at the moment."

Leaning back in his chair, he nods more to himself than anything. "Let me talk it over with Jamie and call you back, but even if she says no, which I doubt, we'll help figure something else out."

Jaz sits quietly in the living room, half-listening to Nate's end of the conversation. He really did want to help? Even with all that had happened? People still hated Carson even after they'd found out the truth. She had expected t he same reaction for herself - if not worse. But Nate seemed to really care and... it gave her a glimmer of hope. It was small, but it was there. 

one, two, three

Misty is about to reply once again when Rick comes into the room. She was kind of grateful for it in a way. The only thing she would say to Carson was the same thing she had been and it was getting annoying to have to repeat it, and repeat it again.

As Rick trys to get Carson to go and he resists Misty gives a small jump and just looks at him. He was acting like he was ten and it shocked her never seeing him like this before. She really couldn't believe he was this despite and it made her even sadder. A few tears sprang into her own eyes...to see him so down it did hurt but she couldn't change her mind.

   "I already made my desition and told you to leave before Rick got here. I have you one chance many years ago, than two, than three. You need to let go, move on and give me my space. I'm done Carson."

It hurt to say those words but she new they needed to be said. Carson needed to understand that he needed to stop begging because doing that wouldn't change her mind. Flicking away some of he tears Misty looks down at her paper work again trying to start once more.

Just letting Jaz cry and sniffle it didn't bother Nate to much. If she needed to let it out than she did. He understood she was going through a lot and it was not easy so letting her emotions out so they didn't eat away at her was a good thing.

   "I know some people they you wouldn't have to worry about putting in danger. Con is built like a brick house and Jamie has been through a lot and can handle much. Just give me a few minutes to call them and see what I can do."

Letting his hand fall from Jaz's shoulder Nate takes a few steps back before leaving the kitchen and going to the living room. Pulling out his phone he dials Con's number waiting till he hurt his voice.

   "Hey Tank, I was calling because I wanted to asked a question. I have Jaz here and she needs a place safe to stay. Yeah, No she's not involved with the Agency and staying where she is, is not safe for her. Do you think she could stay there for a little while?"

Continuing to look Jared in the eyes and searching them Grace could feel her heart beat even more. She wondered if Jared would be able to hear it himself. As he leans in and teasingly kiss her lips Grace can't help but smile a little bit before returning again for another kiss. Letting her lips press against his. taking in the emotions and the feelings. Grace's hand slips from his cheek to the back of Jared's head as she lets the kiss deepen a little but remain soft as well. 

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.

It was

Looking into Jared's eyes Grace searches them for a long moment. Memories were good and making new ones....Grace could feel her cheeks turn slightly red. He was enjoying the memories they were making. 

Feeling him lean in a little closer to her Grace could feel her heart start to beat harder. She hadn't expected this, Jared was good looking for sure, but falling for his this fast, wanting to get closer, and consider kissing him..that was not something she had expected. But found the beat of her heart she wasn't saying no.

   "I'm enjoying the new memories too...and the time spent with you."

Returning the squeeze to his hand  Grace looks down at his lips for a second and than looks back up at him. Bringing her other hand to the side of his face she lets her thumb run over his cheek feeling his soft skin under her hand.

As Carson steps closer Misty bristles a little bit. Hearing Carson's words it ripped Misty's heart just a little bit more and caused more pain. His words cut like a knife, and his eyes, the sorrow in them did just the same.

Hearing his words Misty shakes her head. So many things ran through her mind at this moment and didn't rest on one. Her words...she wasn't sure if her words would match or not. A small flicker flashed in her eyes she was not happy this conversation was taking place again when she told Carson no.

   "Our marriage was important to me as well and if you though so too than you wouldn't have lied. You would have trusted me Carson and the people around us. You should of thought about needing you before all this happened because I needed you too, but not its to late."

Sitting down at her desk again Misty does her best to not let tears spring into her eyes though some do slip out. She hated feeling like this and every time Carson insisted on coming back around it just dug a little deeper.

   "Please leave now unless you need medical help."

Stepping inside and following Jaz a little bit Nate cocks his head watching her. He could see how much she was hurt and it pained him. To watch someone go through something like this and to know they were alone it was hard. No one should have to face these trials like this, and No one should have to live like this but the agency had done it.

   "I'm very sorry, I can't even imagine how it feels even in the slightest bit."

Nate had people he loved and loved him, he had family and friends so to imagine how Jaz felt was imposable. Moving forward a little bit Nate lays a soft hand on Jaz's shoulder. It wasn't much but it was a little comfort he could show her, the most he was comfortable with and at least it was something.

   " Do you have anyone you could stay with? Or if I can find you good safe people to live with just till you get on your feet would you? Than you don't have to be alone or here anymore. I dont feel so comfortable knowing your alone here myself."

New Ones

Alec gives Ryan a crooked grin, a bit of life sparking in his eyes. "I don't try to look good for just anybody, ya know..." Returning the wave, he knew that she had to go, and their time was over. And for a few moments, he just stands, watching the door even after she'd gone. 

Finishing the last couple swallows of coffee, Alec tosses the cup in a trash can before heading back outside. Standing under the small overhang, he sighs as he looks at the rain. It had let up a little bit at least. Looking down the road, Ryan's car was long gone. Had he cut her lunch break short? He wondered. 

Finally starting forward, his mind doesn't let him let go of the brief conversation with Ryan. It had felt really good just to have a light chat with her. But in all reality... he did mean what he'd said... She really had ended up with the better man. Tal wasn't the type to lie, cheat on her or beat up somebody she loved. He respected her and treated her right. And Alec... comparatively speaking, he was a real jerk. Ryan was definitely better off with Tal. 

And the ache in Alec's heart returns. 

Jared wasn't sure if it was Grace's words or her touch that made his heart beat faster, and he wondered if she could feel it under her palm. His eyes drift down for a moment before coming back up and locking with her gaze. Reaching up, he covers her hand with his own, just letting his palm rest against her fingers while his thumb runs along hers.

"I guess I do have some good memories to hold," he replies softly. "But I'm kinda enjoying making new ones too..." 

Leaning a little closer towards her, his face pauses just inches from hers, close enough to feel her breath on his cheek. His hand grips hers a little tighter as he searches her eyes for signs of what she did or didn't want from him. 

Carson bites his lip at Misty's tone, his shoulders dropping just a little more. He hadn't really expected much but maybe he still had some lingering hope - that was quickly being destroyed. 

Taking a step inside the room, he stops as Misty mentions him bleeding, and he looks down quickly to discover she was right. He hadn't even noticed. "Sorry." Sucking on the top of his hand to get rid of the excess blood, he then uses his other palm to put pressure on it so it would stop bleeding.

Daring a few more steps he shakes his head slowly. "I don't need anything... Just wanted Rick to release me was all." Studying Misty, he comes just a little closer. Oh how he longed for just one kind word... one soft glance. But her eyes were as cold as steel. 

"No... I take that back... I do need something." His eyes continue hunting for any sign of warmth. "I need you." His voice is quiet... defeated. "I've been living a nightmare without you, Misty. And I've worked so hard to keep you safe... I don't understand why you won't even talk to me." Tears spring into his eyes, making them sting. "Our marriage is important enough for me to fight for it... I thought it was to you too." 

Jaz blinks, genuinely surprised at Nate's stated purpose for being here. "Um... yeah... come in, please." She opens the door wider so he can enter, before she shuts and locks it once more. 

Looking up at him, she studies his face for a moment. He really meant it... he really had come back just to check on her. And today, when she was feeling most low, it struck a chord down deep. 

"Thank you for coming, but... I'm not okay." Wrapping her arms around herself, she walks into the living room to sit on the edge of the couch. Her eyes stare down at the coffee table. "This whole thing... from the beginning... it's been one nightmare after another. I told myself years ago that the Agency wouldn't break me but this... I don't know how much longer I can hold on." 

Her voice begins to waver and a new tear trickles down her face. "They took my house... killed my dog... forced me to come here. All this time, I've been so alone. Carson's been here, but..." She pauses to swallow as several more tears fall. "...but he's so wrapped up in his own world that... that I don't even matter. All I wanted was a hug..." Her voice cracks and she keeps her eyes on the table. She felt silly for spilling everything to Nate, yet she just couldn't hold it in any longer and he was an easy target. "I know his reasons for not wanting to touch me. I understand and I respect him but... but to have been so close to a man at one point and now receive no warmth at all, it... it's just hard."

Bending over, her shoulders shake as the tears come in earnest now. "And now it's all fallen apart and I don't know what to do. I don't like it here. I hate being alone and... and I'm so scared..." 

Heart

Giving another small smile to Alec Ryan slightly nods resisting her own urge to put a hand on Alec's shoulder. That would not be good, that would not be right and not help anything. No she wouldn't do that. Though it took a lot to hold it back.

   "You didn't rune my lunch, just try not to be such a downer next time. It's kind of a turn off."

Flashing another smile to show she was joking slightly. Giving a nod and a small wave Ryan turns heading twords the door before stopping and turn back to Alec.

   "I'll see you around. Keep taking care of yourself, it seems like so far your doing a great job. You look good!"

Grace can't help but laugh at the next few pictures. Jared was right he sure didn't look happy that he had to have those hats on. It was kind of cute at the same time though there was just something about his look that even though it was a scowl there was a twinkle behind it. Maybe there was a hidden pleasure to the hats.

   "I think it's kind cute with the crooked hat and that little scowl on your face."

Glancing at Jared and seeing him look down to her lips and than back up she can't help the smile that spread on her lips. There was a tingle down her spin and for a moment she wished Jared would of just gone for it. Over the last month she'd grown close to him, gotten to know him, and she started to care. It was something she couldn't help but some where along the way...she'd fallen for him even if she had a hard time admitting it to herself. 

   "You know...have a book like this is good. It keeps your memories alive, and as long as they are than the person is never truly gone. They can live here..."

Taking her hand Grace places it over Jared's heart and just lets her hands rest there. In his heart he dad would always be and Grace new that. If Jared could remember the good times, it would help heal the bad and that was what she was aiming at. 

Hearing Carson's voice Misty looks up quickly form her desk. Studying him for a moment Rick had been right he really did look like crap. It was easy to tell he hadn't been taking care of himself and it made Misty slightly sad. 

   "It's the infirmary I can't tell you no."

Letting out a sigh and looking down at her paperwork Misty leave it for now. Maybe Carson needed help, this was her job and she couldn't turn him away not when he was sick no matter what her personal feelings to him were.

   "Rick's not here right now but I can help you. Did you need more pain meds, something to help you sleep, another IV since the one you had it would seem you took out. You're dripping blood on my floor."

As Jaz opens the door Nate stands a little taller. He was happy he'd gotten the right apartment and that he'd open the door for him with out shooting first. Giving a nod and a reassuring smile he wanted her to feel comfortable yet trying to remain a little bit different in case anyone one was watching. He didn't want Jaz to be in anymore danger.

   "No, No...Carson is going to be ok. He's in good hands with the TJY Drs. I came for you actually. Can I come in? I think standing here in the open is not the best of ideas. I promise I mean you no hard though I just want to take and make sure your ok."

Can I?

As Ryan stands, so does Alec. Searching her face, he sees some discomfort, and suddenly realizes that it was probably his fault. He'd just wanted to see her so much that he hadn't thought about it making her uncomfortable. Feeling badly, he bites his lip. "Yeah... yeah, I couldn't very well see you without saying hi. Thanks for letting me sit and talk." 

Pausing, he clears his throat. "I, um... I hope I didn't ruin your lunch or anything. I'm... I'm sorry for... um..." He gives her a rueful grin and shrugs, knowing that any more apologies were pointless. Nothing he said would change anything. "Take care of yourself, Ry... I guess I'll see you around." 

Jared's grin widens a little, humor dancing in his eyes as his shoulder nudges Grace's. "Mmm... yeah, if it tastes good, that's just a bonus..." 

Having spoken without thinking first, he looks quickly back to the photo album and clears his throat. "So, um, yeah... Florida..." He turns a page. "And this was my ninth birthday." He points to one of the pictures. "The hats were not my idea, if I remember correctly. Hence, my scowl."

Daring a sidelong glance at Grace, his sight drifts slowly to her lips then back up to her eyes. "I... never did like party hats."

Fiddling with the album page, he looks back at it again, staring at the faces that seemed so familiar yet so far away in time. He had forgotten what his father looked like. Or the fun times he'd had as a child.

Carson slowly opens his eyes, feeling as though he were in some kind of strange, thick fog. It took him several minutes just to awaken completely, and then several more to figure out just where he was. Looking at the clock on the wall, he figures out that he had been asleep for at least five hours. It was mid afternoon already and he didn't remember waking up at all since falling asleep to whatever it was Rick had given him. He did feel... a little better. Still a bit woozy and his headache was still there, but not quite as bad. He did feel a bit rested now though, so that was an improvement. 

Sitting up, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and yawns. His body begs him to lie back down and sleep some more - it had been deprived of too much lately. But he didn't want to sleep any more. He just wanted to get up and stretch and see if he could leave. 

Looking down at his arm, he sees he's still hooked up to the IV, which he notes is almost empty. First or second bag, he didn't know. Removing the tape and pulling out the IV himself, he stands, taking a second or two to make sure he has enough stability to walk. His legs were rather stiff and shaky, but he didn't fear falling over like he had earlier. Now... where was Rick? 

Trudging out to the hall, he squints in the bright lights, still sleepy. He didn't see anybody - either it was a really busy day and everybody was in their offices or out on the job, or it was a quiet day. Yawning again, he runs a hand through his matted hair and aims for the infirmary. Maybe if he could convince Rick he was okay now, he could go home instead of having to stay here for several days. 

Reaching the open door, he glances around, not finding Rick, but seeing Misty instead. In his own drowsy state, he hadn't even thought of that. And catching sight of her now made his heart lurch. Her rejection came flooding back to him, as does the pain.

Leaning on the doorframe, he waits until she sees him before speaking quietly. "Can I come in?" 

Hearing someone at the door, Jaz bristles. By now, she'd moved to the couch where half a tissue box was gone already. Who was here now? Rick had already called about Carson's condition. Nobody should be here. Was it the Agency? 

Gathering up her wits, she rises and comes cautiously to the door, picking up her handgun on the way. Now was not the time for risks. Stepping quietly, she comes close enough to peer through the peephole. Nate? Why was he here again? Was something wrong? At least she felt a bit of relief now, even if she was confused. 

Setting the gun aside, she unlocks the door and opens it. Her eyes were red, her hair a bit messy and she was visibly stressed. "What... are you doing here? Is everything with Carson okay?" 

Fuzzy

Hearing Alec's comment about being with the better man Ryan rolls her eyes. Why did he had to go and say things like that? In a way she kind of found it irritating she never understood why people said that. Letting out a sigh she shakes her head before looking down at he food.

   "Yeah, maybe. I don't know if it's how it was meant to be, but it is how it happened."

Suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable Ryan fiddles with her plate before putting her napkin on top of everything else. She was done now and really didn't want anymore. Maybe she was full or it was just the uncomfortable atmosphere she wasn't sure. Maybe it was a little guilt she was sitting here with her Ex even if it was nice talking to him a little.

   "Well I guess I should head back to work before they think I was kidnapped or something."

Standing and throwing her coat back on Ryan gives a small smile to Alec catching his eye for a moment and getting lost in there deepth. That had always been her one weekness with him, his eyes.

   "It was nice chatting with you again. Thanks for stopping to say Hi."

Nodding about the pictures Grace was very intent on listing. She really enjoyed  looking through the pictures and hearing about them.  She was getting to know Jared a little deeper through the pictures and she liked it.

   "Mmmm...I've never been a fan of flying myself. If I have to I will but if I can drive I'd rather do that."

Looking at Jared and than looking cross eyed as he whipped the marshmallow from her lips Grace can't help but laugh a little. Seeing a twinkle in his eyes was reassuring, and nice. He had a nice smile even if it was just with his eyes. They lit up, and it was something he should do more often.

   "At least its a sweet mustache and not a fuzzy ticklish one?"

Misty gives a little lame nod at Rick. At least from what Reese could tell whatever had happened to Carson would not kill him. That was a re leaf and Misty was glad about that. Though the one thing she didn't care for was how close Carson was and that the possibility he might try to come see her.

Once Rick was gone again Misty lets out a sigh. There really wasn't much more she could do but let things lie. Maybe tonight she'd let Jason know when she went to his place for dinner. Till Carson tried to see her or something she would just let it go and try not to worry. She'd been stressed enough the last few days. No matter though her hearing was heightened a little making sure any noise would catch her attachen.

Getting out of the car Nate looks at the apartment building for a long time. Only being here once earlier today he had no idea if he was at the right one or not. His reason for coming back was Jaz. He's seen how shaken she had looked earlier today and he couldn't help but feel bad for her and wanting to make sure she was ok. He really hadn't told anyone where he was going knowing they might not approve but it was just something he had to do and now he hoped this was the right place.

Knocking on the door Nate waits not sure if she'd even answer. But he hoped she would and would remember him. He didn't want to make things worse or startle her. Playing with his keys he couldn't help but be slightly nervous himself.


  

Spoiled

Rick pauses his work to give Misty a look of reassurance. He knew this wasn't easy for her. "I'm not sure yet what's wrong. He collapsed a while ago - blacked out. I'm just trying to rule out anything like a stroke or heart problem, but my gut says he had a hefty anxiety attack. I don't think he's been taking very good care of himself." 

Sighing, he stops a moment with his arms full before aiming for the door and looking over his shoulder. "I'm not sure how long he'll be here. I expect a day or two. If I can accomplish that with the stubborn Aussie, I'll be doing well."

Giving her a little nod, he finally leaves and goes to the spare room. Upon entering, he's a little surprised to see Carson already lying down. He really must not be feeling well. "Alright, Carson... lets have a looksee." Setting down some of the items he'd brought, he glances at Nate. "I think I'm good for now. Thank you for your help."

...It would take a while, and several trips back and forth to the infirmary, but in the end, Rick had his diagnosis, along with a sleeping patient. Returning to his desk in the infirmary, he sits down and sighs wearily. "Well..." He looks to Misty knowing that even if this was upsetting, that she'd probably want to know what was going on. "He's dehydrated and a bit malnourished. I've got him on an IV for a while. From what I can tell, it was an anxiety attack like I thought. His blood pressure is through the roof - I'm pretty sure it's just from stress. I gave him something to help him sleep - or rather, make him sleep since he didn't want to stay." He gives her a wry grin. "You know how he loves needles. But... he's out for a while. I'll go check on him again in an hour or so." 

Alec listens quietly, enjoying hearing about Ryan's racing and that she was doing well. Just hearing her voice was like a warm summer breeze, wrapping him in a strange sort of comfort. He had missed that voice. That smile. Those eyes. Everything. 

As she speaks of Tal though his eyes drop back down to his coffee. Oh yes. Tal. For such a very short moment, he had almost forgotten that Ryan had love in her life. Love for another man. And deep down, the pain returns. 

Forcing himself to look up again though, he gives her a small smile. "I'm... really glad that he's doing well. There's a lot of things I deeply regret and... hurting him is one of them." He swallows hard. "I'm glad you're happy though... you deserve it." No matter how much it hurt, he really was glad she had someone to love and love her back. 

"Maybe it was supposed to be this way, huh?" He manages to hold his smile, even if it was a bit crooked. "I guess in the end, you... wound up with the better man."

Taking a deep breath, he nods and takes another swallow of his hot coffee. Yes... Tal was the better man. And Ryan was better off. Setting his cup down again, he lifts his eyes once more, unable to help but take another look at her sparkling gaze. "I don't think I could ever find somebody else though," he admits quietly. "You spoiled me by being the best, and... my heart just refuses to forget." 

Jared can't help a light chuckle at the pictures. "Mmm, I think that was a trip to Florida. I remember it 'cause it was the first time I'd been on a plane. Justin was fine... I was the one with the barf bag." He rolls his eyes. "After that I hated flying. Had a good  time while in Florida though." 

Glancing to the side and seeing Grace's mouth needed to be wiped, a grin emerges. Taking his thumb, he reaches over and wipes around her lips. "I have to say that I've never really gone for women with mustaches..." 

Mellow lips

Coming back into the rooms with the cups of coco Grace sets one down on the nightstand and the other down on the other side. Seeing he had a place for her Grace can't help but smile as she sits down next to him and sinks into the bed a little bit getting comfortable. 

Taking the book from Jared Grace smile looking at him and than back at the book. Seeing the pictures, smiling faces looked back at her. She couldn't help but laugh a little at some of them. Pointing to one of the groups of pictures Grace smiles.

   "Do you remember where these were taken? It looks really nice where ever it is."

Picking up her cup of coco and holding it in her hands she takes a small sip before pulling it away and a little marshmallow white ring was left around her lips. Completely unaware that it was even there.

Watching Alec as he talks Ryan was intrusted in what he had to say, maybe she wanted to form a friendship even though she could feel something deep in the pit of her stomach. There were feelings there still, there were raging emotions thats she so despritly wanted to push away. She loved Tal, had formed something special with him and these feelings for Alec, she wished the would just disappear.

   "Thats very nice of Misty to help you out like she has. She's a very nice lady."

Looking down at her plate and taking another fry she runs it through the ketchup and vinegar before lifting it up and taking a bite. She wondered how much Alec had changed, he seemed to be starting new, but was it an act a cover up? Could someone who had beat someone she loved within an inch of his life really change that much? Ryan wasn't so sure and she was leery.

   "For me...things are good right now. I've been on an up lately since one of the new racers has been out of town or so I am told. Hunter is his name I think...he gives me a run for my money but I like that. It's nice to have a challenge and not win all the time."

Taking her burger she takes a bite chewing it and thinking about what she was going to say next. It was very odd sitting here and maybe not so smart. It was hard talking, looking at Alec and trying to get past all he had done. Her emotions she didn't understand them and they hurt so much, why did it have too?

   "Tal and I are doing well too. He's really sweet and is making a great recovery. Still trying to get on his own feet but slowly he's making it."

Hearing the door open again Misty looks up from her desk. Watching Rick she can feel her heart start beating again quite fast. She still didn't know what was going on, hearing though that Carson would be only a room away made her nerves go up slightly. She wasn't sure how she felt about having him around. She didn't want anything to happen to him but she wasn't sure if she felt comfortable either.

   "Whats wrong with him? Is he going to be ok?"

Misty couldn't help but ask. She did want to know if he would be ok or not. She didn't know anything but something was wrong with him.

   "How long do you think he's going to be around?"

People believe in me...

Jared wishes there was something more he could do for Grace, but he knew she was right. There really would be no way he could ever repay her. 

At the mention of cocoa, a wry grin emerges. "You kidding? My mom has everything." He thinks a moment and shrugs. "I guess that does sound kinda good..." 

...Lydia was more than happy to let Grace make some cocoa, insisting on marshmallows as well. And by the time Grace returns to the bedroom, Jared is sitting up a little straighter, having moved off to one side. And in his lap was a photo album. 

Nodding for Grace to sit next to him in the space he'd made, he accepts the mug of cocoa before moving the photo album into her lap instead. "Mom gave this to me to look at the other day... I figured..." He shrugs. "After all my ranting and blubbering, you might be interested." 

The album was full of photos from Jared and Justin's childhood, from birthdays, family vacations, holidays and more. Their father was included in the photos as well, until later on in the album. 


A small but genuine smile spreads on Alec's lips as he eases down across from Ryan. She had every right to tell him to beat it, but she hadn't. And she even wondered how he was and had liked the flowers - it was certainly a whole lot more than he'd anticipated, and he wasn't going to miss this chance to spend some time with her, even if it was only a few minutes. 

"I'm glad you liked them..." His smile remains until he lowers his eyes to pop open the lid on his coffee and take a sip. Her question hadn't gone unheard though. 

"Things are going alright." He nods then looks back up at her again, his eyes finding hers and just staring at them for several moments. "Still looking for a job. You know how that goes for a guy with a record like mine." He gives a little scoff and shrugs. "I figure somebody's bound to accept me eventually. In the meantime, Misty's still letting me stay with her and she's got me fixing up a shed out back so I can have my own space."

He purses his lips and nods thoughtfully. "Getting my feet under myself has... probably never been harder," he admits. "But having a couple people believe in me has helped." 

He just wanted her to know he was different. He'd changed. He was trying to get his life back. He wanted to share with her. Let her know he was really making an effort. Not that it would matter though... 

His eyes finally drop again and he takes another sip of his coffee. "What about you?" His gaze rises once more and a lump rises in his throat as he reminds his hand that it was not allowed to reach over and touch hers. "How are things?"


Watching the men leave, Jaz leans on the open door for several minutes until they were out of sight. Closing it again, she locks the deadbolt and takes in a deep breath. There was a side of her that was Agency... she had learned to be tough as nails - tough enough to kill, cheat, lie, steal... whatever was needed to get the job done. But since then, she had set aside those ways... and her sensitivity as a human being - as a woman - had returned. And right now, she did not feel like a strong Agency villain... she felt like a weak and frightened woman. 

Returning to the kitchen, she sits down in one of the chairs before burying her face in her hands and letting the sobs come out. She'd thought she'd escaped the Agency. She'd had her own life. And now it was all gone, all over again. And she was scared. She was scared for her life, or worse, scared they would take her back. 


Carson responds to Nate with half a laugh. "I have a feeling you might have enjoyed knocking me out." 

Making it to the car, he gets in the back seat. Feeling even worse now that he'd been up and walking, he leans over to lie down for the short ride to TJY. Rick keeps a close eye on him, but just lets him be for now. 

Back at TJY, Rick leads the way inside, while Carson still needs Nate's support to walk, his dizziness still very present and his legs still too wobbly to stand. Pointing down the hall, Rick motions to the spare room beside the infirmary. He'd rather use the infirmary itself, but he didn't want to put Misty through that. "Go in there and lie down, Carson," he directs. "Nate, make sure he does it, will you? I've gotta grab some stuff and I'll be right in." 

Carson has enough energy to smirk, but not enough to fight, so he lets Nate take him to the room. Without complaint, he eases down on the bed, closing his eyes to try and stop the dizziness and pounding. Whether he knew it or not, him not putting up a fight in itself was a clue that something was wrong. 

Rick walks into the infirmary and quickly starts to gather some things he needs, throwing Misty a quick glance. He wasn't even sure if she wanted to know what was going on though, so he refrains from explaining. "I'll be in and out," he mentions. "Carson will be in the next room for a while, if I can keep him there." 

Hot CoCo

Sitting in Jared's room with him Grace was wrapped in the warm fuzzy bathrobe. She wasn't sure if it was Lydia's or not but it was comfortable, soft, and warm. Almost like she was wrapped in comfort herself without even knowing it. Maybe it was Lydia's motherly nature that made it feel like that.

   "Walk again, keep fight and don't give up. If you want to repay me thats the best way to do it. Other than that there really is no way to repay someones kindness."

Looking to Jared and giving a small smile Graces eyes give a twinkle. Her hair was still damp but thanks to Lydia once again it was brushed nicely and placed now in a pony tail. She new she probley still looked like a mess but that was ok. She could look worse for sure and after all it's not like this was a best looking pageant.

   "I could use some hot coco...you think mom has any I can make us?"

The day had been pretty busy and getting to take a lunch was pretty surprising to Ryan. She had told Tal that she wouldn't have time to go to lunch today and than when she realized she would he'd already had other plans. So eating alone at her favorite resonant is where she choose to go.

Taking a bite of her french fry and looking over one of her new car magazines she hadn't even realized anyone had come up to her. She was to busy looking over new additions to her car. Hearing Alic's voice though her head shoots up. Just looking at him for a long moment. Today he looked...good. Maybe it was the slight rain, maybe it was the cap he had on but whatever it was it worked.

   "Alec...Hi!"

Finally realizing he'd asked a question Ryan looks at the seat across from her for a second than back to Alec. It couldn't hurt right? She was almost done anyways and just because he sat with her didn't mean anything right?

  "Yeah yeah sure you can sit if you want. Hows everything going? I got the flowers, they were pretty...thank you."

Following Rick's direction Nick does what he's told. Helping Carson up, standing guard for who new what could happen. Every once in a while stealing a glance at Jaz. So this was the woman Carson was staying with. She was pretty in her own way and yet in he eyes there was something dark. Maybe it was to many years with the Agency that put that there, or the feeling of really being alone that made it rough for her. Witch ever it did sadden him a little.

   "If you change your mind about staying alone give us a call. No one should have too."

Turning and slinging Carson's arm around his shoulders He helps lift Carson up and start walking slowly to the car. He might not agree with everything that had been going on and that things could of been done differently but that didn't mean he wanted someone hurt. Carson looked in rough shape and he needed help that was the bottom line.

   "I'm glad you came willingly Carson I would of hated to knock you out in this kind of condition."

Continuing to the car with Carson Nate helps him in before getting in the drivers seat. Looking back at the house and than to the rear view mirror Nate gives his head a shake before starting up the car and heading back the way they came.

Taken?

Rick just waves Nate to follow, waiting until they were outside to explain. "Just got off the phone with Jaz DeMoy - you know, Carson's woman. Or... his whatever." Once Reese had found out yesterday from Jason that Misty knew Carson's story, he'd let others in on it too, so that the agents would be aware of what was happening. If extra help was needed, communication was key. Nobody liked speaking of others' personal lives, but with the Agency involved, privacy just wasn't an issue. 

"She said Carson was talking to her, got a bit upset, then just collapsed. He was unconscious, but she felt better calling us rather than the hospital."

Getting to Nate's car, he gets in on passenger side and waits until they're on their way out of the lot. "It's 200 Harrison, number 12."

The drive only took a few minutes, and arriving at the apartment complex, Rick uses Nate's help to quickly locate which one they were looking for. Knocking only once on the door, Jaz was right there, opening it for them, her face pale with worry. "He's in the kitchen." She points to the other room. It was a very small apartment, and Rick could see Carson from here.

Seeing Nate, Jaz eyes him cautiously but says nothing. She didn't like the Elite, but right now, she had no other choice. At least she knew that Carson had trusted these two, and had even been friends with Nate before this whole mess had started. 

Rick goes quickly to the kitchen and kneels by Carson, checking his vitals then giving him a shot and waiting a few more minutes as he keeps an eye on his pulse. 

Carson's head pounds and he blinks, squinting in the light. His whole body tenses and he tries to sit up, caught in a moment of fear from realizing he was on the floor. 

"Easy, easy," Rick soothes, firmly holding him down. "Don't sit up yet." 

Recognizing the voice, Carson relaxes just a little bit, but is still confused. "What are you doing here?" he mumbles. "What happened?" 

"You tell me. What's the last thing you remember?"

Carson stares up at the ceiling, finally figuring out that he was on the kitchen floor of the apartment. "Um..." His eyes drift to Jaz then... Nate? "I was... um..." He furrows his brow. "Talking to Jaz and... I got real dizzy and just... I guess I passed out." 

"Mm-hmm." Rick motions Nate over to help. "Come on - lets get you in a chair." 

Carson latches on to both men and stands up wobbly, his legs feeling like they were made out of jelly. Making it to a chair at the table, he sits down, breathing heavily from the effort. His face lacked color and his eyes were underlined with dark circles. Looking around at the three again, his sight is interrupted by Rick shining a light in his eyes, then following Rick's waving finger with his gaze. "What are you doing here?" The question was directed at Rick or Nate or both. 

Rick sighs. "Well I don't think it's a stroke... Jaz called me when you passed out. And I'm glad she did. How do you feel?"

"Um... my head hurts... kinda feel woozy. Real tired."

"Mm-hmm... Any pain in your chest?" 

"No."

"He kept rubbing his chest last night," Jaz interrupts.

Carson rolls his eyes. "It was just heartburn. It hurt on and off. I'm fine."

Rick purses his lips as he studies him. "Well I don't think you had a heart attack, but I think you should come back to TJY with us just in case. I want to check you over more thoroughly and make sure this isn't something more serious than exhaustion." 

Carson frowns. "No... no. I'm just tired, that's all."

"You don't faint from simply being tired," Rick counters sternly. 

"I just want to stay here. I'll go to bed for a while and I'll be fine." 

"You're coming with us."

Carson's stomach churns and his head starts to throb again. "Jaz, tell 'em I'm staying here."

Jaz eyes all three men before shaking her head. "I think he's right. I think you should go with them."

"But I-"

"Just go, Carson. Pull your head out of your butt for once and quit being so stubborn." 

Rick gives a mild grin at the way Jaz was ordering him around. "She's right. If you don't pull your head out yourself, we might have to do it surgically, and that's not very pretty."

Carson smirks, rolling his eyes. "Whatever." Standing up, his knees buckle and he grabs Nate to keep from falling. 

Rick quirks an eyebrow. "You're fine, huh?" He nods to Nate. "Let's get him out to the car, shall we?" He looks to Jaz. "You staying or going?" 

She shakes her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "I'll stay... I'm used to it. Just take care of him."

"That, I can do." Rick aims for the door, making sure Nate and Carson are behind him.

Pulling his baseball cap down lower and tucking his jacket around himself a little tighter, Alec trudges down the sidewalk in the cold rain, heading for the hardware store. He'd done what he could to the plumbing and electricity in the shed, but now there were several things he'd need to purchase. Misty was footing the bill for now - he was very grateful, but he was also keeping track so he could pay her back when he could.

Passing the small family diner, Alec's eyes glance inside the window. It was dry, warm, and he sure could go for a cup of coffee right about now. Stepping under the small overhang, he digs in his pocket to count change. He had just enough for some coffee. 

Just ready to go inside, he stops short as his gaze falls on one of the cars parked out front. It was the only one like it. Swallowing hard, he looks back to the restaurant door and hesitates. Something inside told him to just keep on walking and forget the coffee. But... something else longed to go inside if only to catch a glimpse of Ryan. 

After a few more seconds of debate, he finally aims for the door again. Stepping inside, he gives a quick glance around. He was pretty wet from his walk, and rainwater dripped from the brim of his cap. Then his eyes fall to the table off to the side. She had her back turned, but he knew it was her. And she was alone. Controlling the urge to go straight over to her, he heads for the counter instead and orders a coffee to go. He knew he shouldn't stay. He should go. She didn't want to see him. It was stupid. 

But once he had his coffee in hand and was turning to go, his eyes take on a mind of their own, and drift back to Ryan's table. After another inner battle, he gives in to his legs and heads in that direction. 

Stopping a few feet away from her table,he waits for her to look up and see him. Gazing down at her from under the brim of his hat, he wondered if she'd ever looked any more beautiful than she did right now. He knew she was just on break from work, but she could clean herself up all she wanted and it wouldn't matter - she always looked good. And... it appeared she was only partway through her meal.

Fiddling with the lid of the styrofoam coffee cup, he gives Ryan a little smile. "Hi..." Glancing to the chair across from her, he bites his lip. "Is... this seat taken?"

Though Jared sighs, he really did absorb Grace's words. He always did and always mulled over them later. And he always found that she made a lot of sense. It was often her words that helped him through these dark days. She might never know it... but it was true. 

Managing to get to his feet, it was exhausting and painful, but he withholds any complaints. Leaning heavily on Grace, he tries to find his balance before attempting a couple awkward steps. Stopping to rest for a moment, he judges the distance between them and the porch where his wheelchair was waiting. "Race ya," he jokes. 

It wasn't easy, but he does make it to the goal and is finally able to sit again, allowing Grace to push him back inside. Once there, Lydia is immediately there with towels to help them dry off, giving Jared a motherly order to go change into dry clothes, while also offering Grace a comfy bath robe while she dried her clothes for her too. 

Not too much later, Jared finds himself sitting on his bed in dry clothes, his hair still damp but at least he was warm again. With Grace still here though, his mind continues to drift back to their time outside. On one hand, he felt a little better, getting some of that stuff off his chest. And on the other hand he felt rather embarrassed. 

"Ya know..." He looks down, picking at a thread on the bedspread. "I always think about repaying you for all you do... then I never can quite figure out just how I'd do it."

Better days

   "God did not take your father away life did that, but God sure did offer him a great place to live since it did happen."

Grace felt sad that Jared had strayed away from God. She new when stuff happened to people sometimes they did back away and even time she thought about it it did make her a little sadder and she could hope she could help Jared find the path back even if she wasn't going to push to hard. The last thing she wanted to do was drive him away.

Feeling Jared's hand on her face it was warm and soft drawing her attachen to him. Looking deep into his eyes she could see the pain he was in but past that she could see something else too. She wasn't sure what it was in those big deep eyes but she new it seemed to call her in deeper.

   "I do what I can because I care."

Leaning in a little Grace could tell she was but as soon as Jared's hand dropped and he looked away she backed up a little bit hers cheeks taking on a little red color though one might not be able to tell because she was slightly red already from the cold.

Hearing Jared's request Grace stands holding her hand out to him. Helping him up once again she would help him but not so all the work for him. He would get his exercises in but maybe without him even knowing.

   "There is always hope of a better day tomorrow, but now I don't want you to catch a cold so I will help you."

Sitting at her desk and catching up on work that she'd missed yesterday Misty didn't even hear when the phone rung. She had lots of do before she was to go home and it seemed today time was not on her side. Over hearing the urgency in Rick's voice though Misty can't help but pay a little more attachen and listen closer. 

Hearing Carson's name she bristles a little wondering what was going on. She could feel her pulse race a little not knowing what was going on or what was wrong it had something to do with Carson that much she new and Jaz was the one calling.

Once Rick hanfs up the phone she is going to ask more but can't as he leaves. She could feel the worry build inside her. She might hate her soon to be ex husband but never in a million years would she want him to die. All she can do is sit...and wait.

Looking up quickly as Rick comes over Nate was on his feet. He could see the urgency in his eyes, and voice and new better than to resist. Grabbing his jacket, side arm and badge Nate was next to Rick and making there way out of TJY in no time.

   "Whats going on? I'll drive just let me know where we are going."

Emergency

Jared lifts his head to turn and look at Grace. Her words about God shouldn't have surprised him. He knew she was a woman of faith. As was his own mother and his brother too. They always had been. 

Looking down for a moment, Jared slowly withdraws his hand from Grace's. "I tried that once... and that Heavenly Father took my earthly father away as my reward for trusting Him." His tone was quiet, but laced with bitterness. 

His eyes rise to meet hers again as they search her gaze through the rain. His tears had slowed, but his heart still hurt. Lifting his hand, he rests his palm against her cheek gently. "You've done so much more for me than He ever did." 

Realizing how close they were and how good it felt to lay his hand on her face, he swallows hard before retreating and looking away again. Wrapping his arms around himself, he shivers some more, just now sensing how cold he was from being out here so long. Part of him wanted to go back inside... and part of him didn't care. But he didn't want Grace to get sick from being out here with him either and he knew she wouldn't leave him here alone. 

"I don't think I can make it back to the porch on my own," he admits. "Would you help me?"


Jason tried to make the next day as stress-free as possible for Misty. Heading to the lake in the morning with a picnic lunch, they spent all day sitting on the beach, walking in the sand or napping on the warm grass. Jason avoided any talk of work or of Carson. He knew that everything was still heavy on Misty's mind, but he'd at least give her a break from discussing it. Thankfully when they were back home that evening, Carson didn't come again, nor did anyone call. It was quiet, and no one tried anything. Though leery, Jason had a strange feeling that they were safe. It didn't stop him from bringing Trooper over again though or from sleeping with one eye open.

Up the following morning, Jason made sure he and Misty left for work at the same time so he could follow her and keep an eye on everything. With no mishaps, work seemed just a little less stressful, even when he was called out on a case. 


"No! She doesn't want anything to do with me, alright?" Carson shoves away his plate of hardly-touched breakfast that Jaz had prepared.

Flinching, Jaz looks down at her scrambled eggs, sorry she'd asked if Misty had been receptive to his telling the truth. But since Carson had been either silent or gone the whole prior day, she'd been worried and finally had dared to ask. His quietness while sitting at the breakfast table this morning hadn't helped the tense atmosphere either. "I'm sorry. Doesn't she believe you? I mean if it would help, I'd-"

"Nothing will help." Carson stands up abruptly, grabbing his plate to take it to the counter. Even coffee wasn't settling well with him this morning.

Jaz sighs and nibbles on her toast, wishing there was something she could do. She hated being in limbo like this. Their lives were threatened and they didn't even know what their next move was. Unless Carson did and just hadn't divulged it to her yet. Didn't she have a right to know his plans though? Having things fall apart and him not say a word to her was torture. They were in this thing together, but he was shutting her out completely. She just wanted to know which angle they'd take now and whether or not she needed to make her own moves. "Are you going to open up the restaurant today?"

"No."

"But... if we stray from our normal routines then-"

"It doesn't matter, Jaz!" Carson whirls around throwing his arms in the air. "I'd be shocked if the Agency doesn't already know the jig's up! The lie is over. The game is over. Let 'em come in here and blow all our brains out! I don't care anymore!" As he raises his voice, he's hit with a splitting headache and he turns to lean on the counter. There was no way out of this. He'd done all he could. He'd tried his hardest, and they were still all in danger with no escape. He'd tossed and turned all night with endless theories, plans and dead ends. Feeling dizzy, he suddenly realizes that his pulse is racing as fast as his mind, and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his face.

Frustrated, Jaz ceases her breakfast. "Well I care! Here we are, sitting ducks, and you didn't say one word to me yesterday. If you're gonna just tuck tail and run, then you better tell me now because if that's the case, I'm getting out before they come to kill me."

"I'm not a coward!" Carson barks. His own sharp voice makes him wince and he puts a hand to his head. "I just need time." He lowers his tone as he leans more heavily on the counter, swaying just a little. "Just time to... to figure it out."

Jaz frowns at his odd behavior and stands from her chair. "Carson, are you okay?"

"I'm... I'm fine." He waves her away while his stomach threatened to bring up what little breakfast he'd had. 

"You're as pale as-"

Jaz didn't even finish her sentence - or if she did, Carson didn't hear her. His world suddenly became dark and he feels himself falling but can't stop it. 

Watching Carson fall to the floor, Jaz is immediately kneeling at his side. "Carson... Carson, can you hear me?" No response. "Come on..." She shakes him gently before checking his pulse and finding it racing. "No, no, don't do this to me..." Trembling, she manages to stand and go for the phone...


Pacing at the infirmary counter, Rick reads over a report, mumbling to himself while working on a cup of coffee. The ringing phone interrupts him and he glances over to Misty. Seeing she was busier than he was, he sets down his folder and answers the call himself. 

"Yeah, hello... Jaz who? ...Wait, wait, slow down... Carson what?" His eyes automatically drift back to Misty then return to the counter as he listens. "Did you call 911? .... Okay, alright, just stay calm... Is he breathing? ....... okay.... no, just make sure he doesn't move... I'm on my way, okay? .... Take a deep breath... what's your address? .... Got it. Alright. I'll be right there." 

Hanging up the phone, Rick sheds his lab coat and grabs his bag, quickly taking several different bottles off the shelf, not knowing what was needed. "Emergency," he calls over his shoulder. "Infirmary's yours 'til I get back." Without giving Misty time to ask questions, he's out the door and on his way to the main floor. His eyes sweep the floor as he makes his way quickly to the exit, and there was only one person who seemed to be around. 

"Nate." He bangs on the cubicle wall. "You're with me. Come on. I'll explain on the way."