Cold

Jason tries to keep his cool under Nate’s direction. If Reese had known about Carson being involved with Jason’s kidnapping, he never would have allowed him to be in on this interrogation. But he was here now…and couldn’t botch things up. Jason continues to stand, pacing a little as Carson and Nate talk.

As Nate asks about Katie, Jason can feel himself tensing again, and he stops his pacing to look at Carson’s reaction.

Carson purses his lips in thought, running his thumbnail along the table, thinking. “What I know is that Katie was suppose to die.”

Jason takes a step back towards the table, the anger returning.

Carson sees him, but doesn’t move. He knew Nate wouldn’t let Jason do anything stupid. “The Agency didn’t like it that she was on the case. It was a move that had two purposes… one, to get her off the case, and two, to get to you, Jason.”

Jason grits his teeth, hardly able to believe that he was standing so close to someone from the Agency, and unable to do a thing about it.

“Thumbed through her files once,” Carson continues. “Looks like her family got hit by the Agency once before, but I didn’t read about what. I was just skimming her record because I was supposed to take her out after the accident failed to do so. But there was never a clean opportunity and Medridge decided to let it drop.”

“Good thing,” Jason hisses. “Otherwise he’da had at least one dead follower.”

Carson shifts his gaze to glare up at Jason. “And if I woulda died, you wouldn’t be getting any of this information now would you?”

“I think it woulda been a fair trade.”

Carson shakes his head. “You got a lot to learn.”

Jason steps forward, leaning his hands on the table to stare at Carson. “Don’t forget, you’re still at our mercy, pal. For what you’ve done, or what you could have prevented but didn’t, you deserve to die.”

Carson opts to let anger rule instead of the guilty feelings that had started to invade his comfort zone. “I’ve told you more than once to go ahead and do it, but apparently you haven’t had the guts.”

Jason straightens back up and turns his back on Carson in order to keep from pouncing on him.

Carson returns his focus to Nate. Asked about Jamie and Misty, he uncharacteristically drops his gaze to the table. Yeah, he’d been around the block a time or two all right. That was putting it nicely. Though having blocked out any moral standards in order to do his job and live his life free of guilt, he couldn’t deny there were things he wasn’t proud of. “Yeah…there have been other women in my life all right…” He raises his eyes to meet Nate’s, the truth coming out just as void of emotion as anything else. “…Some for a night, some for longer, but all meaning nothing more to me than a good time, or a job I got paid to do.” He pauses, thinking of the last few days, hardening himself against the pain he had felt…against the strange and almost scary new feelings that had risen. “Don’t assume I’d treat Jamie or Misty differently. I made a judgment call with Jamie because I had a right to, and Misty…” He shrugs, ignoring his own emotions. “She’s a pretty little spitfire who has obviously been a nice tool to help me out.”


Con nods to Jamie. He didn’t like the thought of her back at TJY, but wasn’t going to argue. “Alright. We’ll swing by my place, and I’ll take you to work.” He pauses, finding Jamie’s eyes. “I’ll probably just stay in the car though.” He was afraid of going back in…afraid of seeing Carson again...afraid of hurting more people if he lost it again.

Not much later, they’re on their way. Con makes a quick stop at his place, grabbing just a few things, along with a handful of mail. He heads to TJY and parks near the door, deciding to stay in the car and read through his mail. “Take your time,” he mentions to Jamie. “I’ll wait for ya.”