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Reese nods to Lockheart. “I’m trusting your judgment on this one. We’ve never had one of our agents get in this far before – we’ve always been able to head it off. I think I’m going to really cut down on some of our other cases and start lying a bit lower than we already are. I don’t want any of our other agents in trouble, or doing anything that could connect to Jason while he’s in jail.”

He smiles a little at the mention of Katie. “Yeah…Jason’s a different man since he met her. She’s been good for him.”


Carson lets a sly grin escape at Misty’s comment. “Hey, be nice. I bite back you know.” He wets a cloth down again, noting that she’s not cooling much at all.

“Rick, I don’t think this is doing much good.”

Rick turns from his work and frowns. He comes over and feels Misty’s forehead, his concern increasing. “I’m going to the next room to prepare a shot to try and give the infection something else to think about. Keep doing what you’re doing. If this keeps up, it’s an ice bath for her like we did with Con.”

Carson obeys, staying put as Rick leaves the room. As Misty turns over to throw up, he straights a bit to be out of the way, his eyebrows raising. “Nice aim.” He puts a cloth back to her forehead, pressing her down lightly to keep her still. “Take it easy.”

As Misty calls for Rick, then speaks to Carson, he leans in close to understand what she’s saying, glancing towards her nearby bag. “Rick!” he calls loudly, but receives no response.

Looking back to Misty, he sees her starting to lose consciousness. “Dang it. …Misty, hang in there, babe, don’t let go yet.” Making a split-second decision, he goes for her bag. He has no idea what’s in the vial, or what good it will do, but he can sense the urgency of the matter and isn’t going to wait for Rick.

Finding the vial and syringe, he sets to work. He might hate needles, but he knew all too well how to administer a shot.

Back by Misty again, he sits beside her on the bed, checking the syringe, then feeling her forehead again. “You promised you’d stick with me, remember?” he reminds. “You die on me, I’ll never let you live it down.”

Steadying his hand, he sticks the needle in her vein, slowly dispersing the contents of the syringe. Finished, he sets the needle aside.

“Carson, what are you doing?”

He looks up as Rick reenters the room, explaining quickly before he gets into trouble. “Misty told me to get this stuff from her bag, and to give he a shot and I did. I hollered for you but you didn’t answer, and she wanted it done right quick. She’s losing consciousness.”

Rick moves in closer, checking Misty’s eyes, not questioning Carson’s actions as he trusts Misty’s own judgment, despite her condition. He tries not to let as much worry show as he really feels. “Come on, hun, what’s happening, hmm? What did you tell him to give you? Misty, can you hear me?”


Kyle laughs as Katie elbows him, and follows her up to the truck. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Us guys just don’t cut it sometimes to we?” he throws her a quick wink.

Back on the road, it doesn’t take long to reach his parents’ house, and he takes Katie inside. “Jen?” he calls loudly. “Jen, you’ve got company!”

Jen appears from down the hall, pushing herself in her chair. Seeing Katie, her face lights up. “Hi, Katie! What are you doing here?”

Kyle grins and slowly slips from the room.”