Grip?

*As Misty becomes only inches from Carson face her eyes never moving from his her heart starts to race faster and beat louded. Misty was sure Carson himself could hear it.

Feeling Carson's lips on her the sweet tast of his kiss. As she feels Carson hand on the back of her head and his other around her shoulder strongly holding her, she brings her own hands to Carson's chest gribing his shirt as she draws herself closer enjoying the moment As she feels the fire inside her grow.

As Carson draws away the fire is once again visable in Misty's eyes. Dancing in circles its sassy dance. Misty follows Carson's eyes as he looks at his wrists. Siting up Misty lets out a sigh as the sassy smile dosent leave her face, or her eyes.*

"What I made you do? Dident I tell you not to move your arms around?"

*Misty cant help but chuckle alittle as she applys a soft pressure to Carson's wrists to stop the bleeding and re wrap them. Misty's hands shook alittle her heart still racing from Carson's kiss.*

*Nate shoots Jason and Reese a look as they talk about Aaron and some test a new nothing about. More questions fill him might about what was going on but Nate holds his toung noding to Reese.*

"Ok Boss I got ya."

*Nate stands and nod to Jason heading out of the office and making his way across the floor to the infermary. As he is about to knock on the door his tummy quivers for some reson feeling a bit sick. Nate turns to Jason.*

"Go ahead in I'll be right there I need to head to the little boys room. I think I am coming down with something."

Should know better

Carson’s eyes narrow just a little, a cocky spark flashing through them for just a brief moment.

His hand moves around to the back of Misty’s head, pulling her down until his eyes are barely inches from hers, their steel-like stare proving life still exists, even if momentarily disregarded or forgotten. He hadn’t succeeded in taking his life, and someone had shown him that perhaps there really was something worth sticking around for.

“You should know better than to talk to a mentally unstable person like that. You might get more than you bargained for.”

He draws Misty closer with a rough hand, until his lips envelop hers, his other hand moving to put her shoulder in a strong hold. He keeps her there for several moments, allowing his impulsive move to be the thanks he can’t verbalize.

Finally though, he lets her go, releasing his grip to resume his stare into her eyes. He searches them for the fire he knows is there.

Pain though, causes his eyes shift to his wrist where blood has seeped through the bandage. A slight grimace replaces what had resembled a grin. “Aw now…see what you made me do?”



Jason rolls his eyes at Nate and stands with him. “Brains, my foot. I’m sheer genius.” He grins and heads into the hall. “Lets go see if Reese is here and talk this thing over.”


…Reese swivels in his chair, looking over and Nate and Jason, who were seated across from him on the other side of his desk. He contemplates what he’s just been told, unsure of this whole thing himself.

“There’s a lot of questions here guys…” He shakes his head slowly. “First off, I’m not sure we can trust that Carson has been telling us the truth about anything. And second off, how can I be comfortable allowing my niece to be put in that position?” He sighs deeply.

“I know she’s taking care of Carson now, and that’s fine, I understand that. But after what happened…after he came on to her, and apparently she has no problem with that…” His eyes widen a little, still bewildered by it. “…I’m just not sure they should be left alone together.”

“Well from what I’ve been told about Misty,” Jason intervenes, “she may be forward, but she’s not indecent, if that’s what you’re getting at. And so far, Carson has had ample opportunity to try something and…well, as far as we know, nothing has happened, if that’s also what you’re getting at.”

He shrugs. “I know it sounds bizarre, but even though I don’t trust Carson as far as I can throw him, I’m not too bothered by letting Misty have a go at it. He responds to her, whether it’s because there’s a spark there, or just because she’s an attractive woman. Either way, I think she can get him to talk.”

Reese takes a few moments to think. “But how do we know he’s telling the truth?”

“I got one way of finding out if things get that far.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Jason nods. “Remember Aaron?”

“Mm.” Reese recalls that incident. “Yes, and that test was conclusive.”

“If we let Misty talk to him, and we still think he’s lying, we’ll go ahead with that.” Jason glances to Nate. “It’s something we did a few years back to a new team member. You’ll have to trust us on this one though – it’s kept under wraps as much as possible for effectiveness.”

Reese leans forward to rest his elbows on his desk. “Alright, here’s the deal. Let Misty take care of him until he can function again. It shouldn’t take long. He goes back in his cell after we’ve gone though it to take out anything he can hurt himself, or anyone else on. We’re also going to install a surveillance camera in there. Misty will be allowed to talk to him… if it’s anger that holds him back, we’ll know he’s not on our side. If it’s fear, she’ll be able to settle him down so he’ll talk. If we can simply get him to that point, then he shouldn’t have a problem talking to you two anymore. Make sense?” He pauses looking between Nate and Jason. “For now, he stays in the building. No outings until we’re sure where he stands. You two can take a quick jaunt down there now to see if anything has changed, and keep checking on him just to make sure things with him and Misty stay on an even and decent keel.”

Light

*As Carson wraps his arms around Misty the smile on her face widens as a few of her own tears fall. The light inside her was starting to glow brighter chasing away many shadows. Carson's touch, cockyness, and rough edge struck life into Misty's heart. It was a much differnt feeling from what she was use to.

As Carson draws away from Misty she stairs back at him gazing deep into his blue eyes where a new twinkle rested, the slight smile on his face gave comfort of its own to Misty. Carson would be ok and she would be with him everystep of the way to help.

As Carson's hand cradles Misty's face she leans her head into it more, feeling the warmth of Carson's touch. It sent a chill down Misty's spin causing her to quiver ever so slightly as a sassy grin forms on her face.*

"I can deal with the consequences as long as your gental but not to gental. On top of that, I dont plain on walking away. I'm to involved now. You jump I jump."

Tear

Carson grits his teeth against the burning in his eyes, and though Misty turns his face, he refuses to meet her gaze.

Her arms wrap around him in a comforting hold – one he’s not sure he’s experienced before. His head on her shoulder, a tear finally falls, signaling a war coming to an end.

His hands find their way around Misty as well, realizing the warmth and reassurance she offers. She had a sassy edge and a spitfire disposition. But right now…he was seeing her as someone completely different…someone who demanded respect and gentleness in return.

Carson had had women in his arms before…more than he’d care to admit. But it hadn’t been like this…he’d never received comfort…care…mercy…Misty’s kindness gave him a warmth no one else ever had. She evoked a feeling he’d never felt…it was almost scary, but too comforting to fear completely.

Pulling away, Carson sinks further into his pillow, pushing Misty back enough to see her face. His few tears released were enough to subside his emotions for now, and he moves his hand to cradle her face, the bandage on his wrist, reminding him of his reality. His reddened eyes search her own, a smile so faint it could go undetected, playing with his mouth. “Where I come from, a sheila like you isn’t allowed to just walk away after treating a man like this – there are consequences you know.”

Hug

*Gently Misty leans on the bed and brings her hand to Carson's face. For a moment just resting in there. Misty put pressure in her fingers gently and slowly as to not hurt Carson turning his his head to look her in the eyes. A few tears well in her own eyes.*

"Its ok to cry Carson. I wont tell anyone. That will be another one of our secrets."

*Misty holds her smile as her heart races. Her emotions running free. She couldent hold them back from Carson, why she dident know but she couldent.

Taking her hand from Carson's face she put her arm around him and than her other one over his other shoulder drawing him close to her giving him a gental hug.*

*Nate leans back and thinks for a long moment. Continplating what Jason has said and sujested.*

"You right Hotshot. There is something in his eyes when he sees her. It dosent reflect hurt, or anger. It reflects hope and yurning. Misty, she has the payshents for Carson. And shows no fear to him knowing he wouldent hurt her. She fighte his fire with her own. and she seems happy around him. I think your right Hotshot, I think we should talke to Reese. Maybe we can rig something for her so if she really needs help she can push a button or something to call for us. "

*Nate thinks for a long moment idea's and thoughts playing through his mind.*

"Misty seems like a pritty smart and strange person who knows what to do in a sticky situation. I think if she truly was in danger she would know how to get out. Maybe we can give her self defence class or something too."

*Nate stands from his chair and streches.*

"Is Reese in? Maybe we can throw the idea by him and go from there. If anyone can teach Misty how to defend herself if you Jason."

*Reese shoots his friend a sly glance and gives him a playful elbow.*

"I new you were the brains of this oparatin.*

I don't know

Carson’s thoughts come to a screeching halt as Misty approaches, laying a hand on his. He obeys her, stopping his fidgeting, and looks up at her with a baffled expression.

What Misty says is so simple…the words unadorned and clear. Yet they hold the impact of a bullet, cutting straight through to Carson’s heart. Her honesty was perplexing…her attitude toward him unwavering in an uncommon way.

He tries to block the feelings that Misty evokes, but the more she says, the harder it gets. Her comforting squeeze to his hand pushes him over the edge.

Carson withdraws his hand and turns his head away from Misty to hide his face as his eyes fill with tears he hasn’t felt since he was a kid. He’d hit rock bottom, and it didn’t feel good. Misty’s kindness, for some reason, turned everything upside down to confuse him even more, and he fights not to let those tears overflow. “Dang it, Misty.”


Jason sits down across from Nate and gives a short sorry laugh. “Yeah…I know…I was thinking this whole thing was ridiculous, then I saw Carson and wow…I can’t help but feel sorry for him. I know he’s a bad dude…but I guess if he went this far he’s got to have some remorse somewhere…”

He shakes his head. “I honestly don’t know what to do. We’ve got to find out if he talked to the Agency. If we can’t get that much out of him, then Reese has to make a judgment call on security. I know Carson’s in bad shape, but…we’re talking life and death here, and though he needs rest, we’ve got to get him to say something.”

Jason taps his finger on the table. “Yeah…I guess you’re right about the second chance thing…I mean…I guess I still don’t like him, especially after finding out he was the one to bash my knee in…but I don’t know… I can’t help but agree with you.” He pauses in thought. “As for now...” He shrugs. “I think it might be a good idea to talk to Reese about Misty…I know he doesn’t want those two together, but you’re right – she does something to Carson. If anyone could drag the truth from him, I think it would be her. I know you and I both don’t trust him enough to be around him…but he hasn’t hurt her yet.”

words

*As Misty listens to Carson talk many thoughts run through her mind. He went to the Agency, if someone had been at the base would he have told them all he knew. They would all be in great danger right now just walking outside the doors. Misty wondered what made Carson change he mind about tell but thinks its best not to ask. As Misty watches Carson hands fidget she walks over to him, placing her hands on tops of his.*

"You need to keep your hands still or your gonna wrip you wounds opens again, and I dont feel like runing another pare of clothing with your blood."

*Misty cant help but let a smile cross her face to let Carson know she wasent mad. And in all truth She wasent mad. She was scaired but not for herself she was scaired for Carson. She dident want him to try anything alse. So quickly He had become impotant to Misty for so long Misty had closed herself off hident who she was from the world but since meeting Carson she felt like her old self and dident care who saw her. After Carson had run off she hide herself again away and now he was back and she felt her self once again. The flucawaiting emotions were like a bad rollercoaster than Misty dident understand. What was it about Carson that made these feeling happen, what was it about him that drew Misty in without stoping to think of what she was doing. Misty search Carson eyes for a long moment. There had to be sometime in him she could cling to and help pull him out of this black hole.*

"Carson you keep saying everyone wants you dead. No one wants you dead. If we did, you would be dead already you wouldent have stay alive or here as long as you have. Personaly if it came down to geting my cloths covered in your blood to save you again I would. But let hope that dosent happen. I dont want to see you hurt.

What kind of person you are, your a normal person Carson who is lost and scaired. Living in the past, with pain for so long you dont know anything alse. Your scaired to feel to let your true emotions out. But there are there, banging on the door of your heart beging to be free. The fool you said died long ago Carson banks, if still alive just lost and closed off. But when I look in your eyes I see him looking back at me. And when he makes a simple smart comment, I hear him. The light will stay shinning for him so he can find his way out of the darkness...."

*Misty's hand gives Carson's a gental squeeze.*

*As Nate watches Jason turn to go to his office Nate calls after him.*

"Hotshot come here..."

*Nate makes his way into the room next to the infermary siting down at the small table.*

"I want your imput on this too. We are a team and I wanna try and make desitions together on this one. I am lost and confused by this whole thing myself."

*Nate lets out a long drawn out sigh and shakes his head.*

"I was angry with Carson this morning and now looking at him laying in that bed something changed. There is something pulling at my heart telling me he is differnt and I am not sure what to do about it. I know we need to find out if he went to the Agency or not. after that is just seems a blurr. Evenone gets a second chanse right? Even someone like Carson? My mind always goes back to the people we have met all over who have turned good and helped us in the end and now live married or whatever happy. I just feel so dizzy like in a fog on this one."

A rat

Carson grits his teeth as Misty cleans his writs and puts on new bandages, though he doesn’t flinch or wince. Feeling the pain meant that he was alive, and he wasn’t so sure if that was something he liked or not.

He slips a glance back in her direction, taken aback by the tears he saw there. Everything was so confusing. Her words that she was glad they’d found him, struck harder than he would have liked, and his emotional barrier was pushed to the limit. No one had ever cared if he lived or died. Not for many many years anyway. He was so used to being wanted only for his expertise, that for someone to simply care was mind-boggling. He was the scum of the earth, and Misty cared. It created a strange and unwanted pang in Carson’s heart that he tried to ignore.

As Misty goes back to her desk, Carson resumes his stare at the ceiling. Part of him wanted to fight this position – to roll out of bed and stalk right out of this room. But his body resisted, reminding him he was too weak to do much of anything at the moment.

Carson’s eyes drift shut, but open suddenly again as his ears pick up Misty’s soft singing. The words held a strange meaning to him, as if they were trying to draw something out of him…luring him into the open, scared and vulnerable. When the silence returns, Carson is almost sorry.

It doesn’t last long though, as Nate and Jason enter the room. He shifts his head to see them, his face void of anything. He stiffens a little as Nate approaches, wondering what will happen now. But once again, he’s taken totally off guard by Nate’s tone, and almost flinches under his hand. Where did these people come from? This just didn’t make sense! Why on earth should they care? For all they knew, he’d gone to talk to the Agency, yet they apparently felt compassion. Why?

Carson doesn’t verbalize anything, but searches Nate’s face, then Jason’s in turn, trying to figure them out, but coming up empty. He watches as they leave, then shifts his focus back to the ceiling. Maybe he really had been stupid.


Jason lets out a low whistle when he and Nate are clear of the room. “He doesn’t look so hot, does he?” He shakes his head. “I just can’t believe this turn of events. It’s so bizarre.”

He sighs. “We’ve gotta find out somehow if he talked to the Agency though…we all could be in a lot of danger. In all my years here, I’ve never experienced a lockdown…it only happened once a long time ago when security was breached. I’d hate to see it happen again if the Agency is on the prowl.”

Jason aims for his own office. “I guess I’ll get caught up on some other work for now…let me know if and when you want to go talk to Carson again, or if you make any other plans.”


Carson works his jaw muscles. A nervousness takes over him as he contemplates his next move. He hadn’t planned on saying anything. Of course, he hadn’t planned on even being around anymore. But this kindness…this mercy…it evoked more than he wanted to admit.

Without looking down, he knows Misty is still standing at her desk. “I left to go back to the Agency, you know…” Why he was talking, he didn’t even know. But something pushed him…something prodded him to the point of irritation if he didn’t. His gaze remains fixed on the light fixture above his head.

“I got scared…figured they’d know eventually that I wasn’t dead, and start hunting for me. Figured if I went to them I could tell them everything I knew about TJY in exchange for my life.”

He pauses, wondering if that prospect would change any attitudes towards him. “Got all the way across the border to one of our stations. No one was there, so I gathered up a few of my things and walked out the door, ready to go to headquarters.”

Carson purses his lips, not knowing if Misty was listening or not, but at this point, not really caring. “Someone had taken my car so I aimed for the bus stop. I got all the way there, and was in line. And dang it…” He shakes his head, rolling his eyes at himself. “I just couldn’t do it. I’d run away to be a double-crosser and for the first time, I couldn’t even follow through. I don’t even know why, but I turned around and waited for a bus that was going the opposite direction…back here.”

He sighs deeply, a dullness to his words. “Got in town, and chickened out again. Now I was stuck because if I came back, I knew everyone here would want to kill me because they’d assume just where I’d been…and I couldn’t go back to the Agency…I’d already tucked tail and run from there. I spotted a bar, stashed my bag somewhere, and decided that if I couldn’t make up a mind, I might as well forget about everything. So…I did.”

Carson fidgets with his fingers, the biting soreness of his wrist not preventing him. “And I don’t remember a thing after that until this morning. Got a treatment from Nate and Jason, and when they were gone, I figured it was about time I gave everyone what they wanted. I was such a coward that I couldn’t even decide which path was the best anymore, and I was no good to anyone. This place…you people…you make me know what kind of person I am. You remind me what people are really supposed to be living like and all it does is drive home the guilt. I’m a rat and I figured the best option was to just end it all and get it over with.”

His voice trails off, ending hard and cold as he fights once again.

What next

*Misty smiles back at Carson*

"I'm not one who it known to give up. I dont even think I know what the word means."

*Misty stratens back up as the light in Carson's eyes goes out again. Her heart saddened. It hurt to know he was hurting so much and not be able to help him. She was helpless. All she could do was show him comfort, friendship and that strange feeling that welled inside her. Mitsy felt like she wanted to let the tears come all over again. She aked but not for herself, but for Carson. His pain was hers. Leaning off the bed and standing up Misty goes to the cabnet and grabs some more iodine and clean bandges. Unwrping Carson's wrists Misty takes a closer look at the cuts to make sure they are healing ok, and not geting infected. In a soft tone she replys.*

"Brace yourself this is gonna hurt."

*Misty places a cloth under Carson's wrists than dumps some of the iodine onto both his wrists. Gently she pats the extras off and rewraps them with clean bandges. Misty linger for a moment holding one of Carson's hands in her.*

" You wont be going back to that cell for a while. For what its worth, I'm glad we found you and your ok."

*Misty gently puts Carson's hand down next to him. Quickly Misty turns trying to hide the tear in her eyes. Slowly she walks back to the desk siting down to start writing up another report. Misty softly starts a hum a toon speaking the words.*

"And I'd give up forever to touch you'Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment. And all I can breathe is your life'Cause sooner or later it's over. I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me'Cause I don't think that they'd understand, When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies. When everything feels like the movies And you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me'Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken. I just want you to know who I am."

*Silence enter the room as Misty voice goes quiet.*

*As Nate makes his way down the elavatore his mind is going a million directions at once. Wyatt had called him to let him know what happend to Carson and that his dad was leaving it up to him on what to next. Nate had been put in this position many times before and never had such a problem deal with an enemy and elimanating him if he needed too. But someone about this Carson situation was differnt. Something pulled at Nate's heart telling him not to do anything rash.

As Nate steps out of the elavator he spots Jason and throws a nod at him. Walking over to him he lets out a sigh.*

"I'm guessing they filled you in on everything that happend huh? I guess we should go see how he is doing."

*Nate makes his way to the infermary knocking lightly on the door than enters. Looking around the room he see Misty at her desk and Carson laying in the bed. Nate turns to Misty.*

"How is he?"

*Misty looks up from her report and stands.*

"He's gonna make it. I'm gonna have to keep a close on him now though and he is gonna need to be on the IV for a while. He lost a bit of blood not enough to be in danger but enough that he needs to rest and get it replenished. He hasent said much though."

*Nate nods at Misty and walks over to Carson bedside, lookin down at him for a while comapastion replacing the anger that was there hours before.*

"Well I dont think you need to worry about me making your life a living nightmare anymore. I think you did that enough for youself and by the look in your eye your still beating yourself up."

*Nate places a hand on Carson's shoulder.*

"Life gets rough for us all, but that dosent mean we should take our own life. Its good to see your ok."

*Nate looks to Jason and than nods relaying for now they would let Carson get the rest he needs, and they needed to talk about what should happend next.*

"Keep a good eye on him Misty. If you need anything yell I'll be right next door."

Stubborn

Carson doesn’t resist as Misty leans down, and he automatically returns the kiss, his hand rising to touch the side of her face. As she withdraws, he stares her in the eye, a spark ignited. “You’re a stubborn thing, aren’t you?” His eyes narrow slightly. “I threaten you, I run away, I try to leave this world completely, and you still insist on reaping the consequences of letting me near. …You just can’t give up, can you?”

A moment passes, and Carson is sucked back to reality and his surroundings. The spark slowly goes out again, and his hand drops back down. He was so confused…so torn. A few weeks ago, he’d had his life figured out and now, nothing made sense anymore. He was pulled between two totally opposite worlds, cowardice ruling his decisions. Yet he could not turn one way or the other, for that same cowardice prevented him from committing. And along with that realization came the guilt. He’d never felt guilty in his life. And now it was all he felt.

Carson shifts his eyes from Misty to the ceiling, his head sinking farther into his pillow. She didn’t know why he’d done this today…no one did. No one could understand…he was utterly and hopelessly stuck, unable to see past the “what ifs” of his immediate future.

His next words prove he is still contemplating his recent choice, a strange depression hanging in his tone…one that was masked by a fake layer of confidence that simply covered up the insecurities beneath. “Why don’t you just take me back to my cell and throw away the key? The world would be better off.”


Jason makes his way across the main floor, stopped by Susanne.

“Hey, Hotshot. Wyatt’s been trying to get a hold of you.”

“Oops.” Jason goes for his cell phone and flips it open, seeing several messages waiting. “Huh…my phone got turned off. Wonder how that happened.”

Susanne throws him an annoyed yet amused look. “Well, Carson’s in the infirmary, just so you know. We’ve been waiting for Nate to get back too so you both can decide your next move. Reese is leaving it up to Nate.”

Jason raises an eyebrow. “The infirmary? What happened? Did Con come back or what?”

“No.” Susanne shakes her head. “I guess he tried to kill himself. Ty found him and Misty worked at patching him up.”

“Oh, great.” Jason rolls his eyes. “Now not only do we have an enemy on our hands, but he’s suicidal.” He sighs deeply. “Thanks, Susanne. I’ll head over there.”

On his way, he glances to Nate’s desk, wondering if he’s back yet.

...

*Katie sinks in the moment of being wraped in Jason's strong arms. So safe she felt being there with him. Katie smiles up at Jason as he draws away. She takes his other hand in her. Katie dident want the moment to end but knowing for now it needs to.*

"Ok Hun. I'll talk to you again soon. Be safe."

*Katie walks with Jason to the door seeing him out. Giving him one last quick kiss before he leaves.*

"Let Reese know I will be in tomarrow."

*Katie waves as Jason leaves and enters the house locking the door behind her. Heading into the living room she lays on the coutch turning the TV on. Henry jumps up with her and lays down by her face purring. With in moments Katie falls asleep.*

*Misty cant help but meet Carson eyes this time. Replying to his statment.*

"And when you will see that I'm not like everyone alse and dont mind at all if you lean on me."

*Misty looks away to start checking Carson's wrists to make sure they arnt bleeding again. As Carson's statment hits Misty's ears she looks up into Carson's eyes again. What was it about him. Only yesterday Misty had been hoping mad at Carson and now, it felt like nothing had changed. His eyes were cold, but deep down there was a light waiting to shine again. Misty couldent help herself. Before even relizing it her lips were pressed aganst Carson's her arms bracing herself one on each side of Carson. Pulling herself away from Carson a grin creaps across her face as she bits her lip alittle nervousely stairing into those blue eyes that had captured her the first time she met him.*

Battle

Jason watches Katie’s eyes, never tired of looking into them and seeing her heart. He doesn’t move as she approaches, her touch on his face and lips feeling like an electrical current, causing him to be lost in the moment.

As she draws closer, he returns the kiss passionately, a tingle running down his spine as Katie’s hand moves through his hair. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her to himself, unwilling to let the moment die before expressing his feelings through the strong embrace.

Finally though, he pulls away, reaching up to run the back of his hand over Katie’s cheek. “I gotta go,” he whispers.


Carson’s eyes follow Misty’s every move. Her words aren’t surprising, and they seep through a crack in the unstable wall around his heart. “When will you learn that no one likes someone like me leaning on them…” He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Despite is own words and defiant battle not to recall what he’d been told days before, it comes back anyway, ringing in his ears. “Maybe all you need is that one person to put faith in you, to trust you and show you hope. Well guess what, Carson, that one person is me.” If there was anyone who would argue with him about his worth, it would be Misty.

He grits his teeth against the rising emotions, but they’re to a point almost uncontrollable. He’d thought hours earlier that he would never have to feel this again…it would have been over…forever…but he’d been brought back. What was there here for him? He was but a cowardly rat.

As Misty checks his pulse and glances at him, he catches her eye. His own seem dull and lacking fire, but somewhere…somehow…in the very depths of his gaze lies a dying ember, just waiting for a chance to catch fire once more.

“And the untouchable heart is silenced. Not by sword or by dagger. But by the very sight of her, who has come to conquer. For she had waged the battle to end the war…the war that beats within the warrior’s soul.”

Scumbag

*Katie stands smiling at Jason. Grabing her cane she laughs as Henry goes shooting down the all. Slowly walking over to Jason, Katie gives a nod.*

"Ya I am gonna really miss them too. Its gonna kind of be lonly. Your welcome here anytime J and maybe if you ask Henry nice he can sleep with me and you can have the coutch a night or two..or something."

*Katie scrunches her face up as she trys to figure out what on earth she is trying to say. Leting a laugh escape from her lips.*

"Sometimes I dont even know what I am talking about."

*For a moment before Katie turns away the sun catches Jason's eyes making them dance as Katie's gaze gets lost in them. It was like a hole filled with light that had a no end. One Katie could get lost in for hours and not really care. Taking a step closer to Jason Katie keeps stairing Jason in the eyes a smile on her face and her own eyes dancing. As if being draw in Katie brings her hand to Jason's face for a moment her thumb running along his soft lips. As if calling to her Katie brings her head close to Jason closeing her eyes her lips touch his her hand now moving to the back oh his head and through his hair.*

*Misty looks up as she hears Carson speak. Standing she starts walking over twords him this being the fist time he is awake since he tryed to take his life Misty wanted to make sure everything was ok. In her own soft sassy tone she reply drawing closer.*

"Well...seeing as I dont see any scumbags around I guess not."

*Misty reaches out to check how much liqued was still in the IV Bag Noticing it was almost empty.*

"All I see is someone who was so depressed he though his only way out was to try and take his own life. Insted of leaning on those who cared."

*After Misty is finished changing the iv Misty takes two fingers and places them on Carson's throt checking his pulse. Misty trys her best not to look into Carson's blue eyes, but as if pulled by an unknown force she glances at them for a moment anyways. Quickly she looks away trying to finish up taking his pulse.*

You just couldn't...

Wyatt nods at Misty and puts a hand on her shoulder, knowing that this was probably the hardest on her. “Thanks, Misty. If you need help, you know where to find us, and don’t hesitate.”

Ty offers a small smile, though still feeling very shook up inside. Turning, he follows Wyatt out, glad to be able to get back to work, though he knows it’s his job to go clean up the holding cell. Once that was over, he could shift his mind to other things. He hadn’t foreseen having such an unpleasant experience here.


Jason nods. “Oh yeah, sure. I told Reese I’d be gone longer today to help you and he said that was fine.”

Lunch is fun, filled with light conversation and banter. Once finished, Jason pays and heads out with Katie. They go get the few things of Katie’s that were left at the hospital, then aim for the apartment.

Arriving, Jason helps Katie get moved in to her new room, bringing most of her stuff from the upstairs room and putting things wherever she tells him to.

It’s mid-afternoon by the time it’s finished, and Jason stands, leaning on the back of the living room couch, just a little tired. “Well…I guess that does it.” He glances down at the purring cat. “Henry, if she needs anything else moved, you’re gonna have to do it for her.”

Henry looks up at him and meows before dashing off down the hall, resembling a furball full of energy.

Jason laughs and shakes his head, returning his attention to Katie. “I gotta go pick up my own bag back at the hospital and get myself settled again over at Con’s, then finish out my day at work.” He pauses, feeling just a little strange. “I’m sure glad you’re out of the hospital…but I think I’m gonna miss our evenings, ya know that?” He gives a crooked grin. “I guess I got spoiled.”


Carson’s eyes crack open, taking in the light. He feels as though he’s been run over by a truck. Where was he…what was going on… He tries to bring his mind out of its fog, slowly beginning to remember. As far as today went, the last thing he remembered was being in a bit of pain before blacking out. What had happened since then? Obviously someone had found him.

Opening his eyes just a little wider, he figures out that he’s in a bed. He spies the bandages on his wrists and the IV. His efforts had been in vain. He was still stuck here…still miserable…still in pain.

Sweeping the room with a lethargic gaze, he spots Misty. For some reason, he’s not surprised. A shallow, weak laugh of sarcasm is forced, his voice not much more than a whisper. “Ya just couldn’t rid the world of another scumbag, could you.”

He'll be ok

*As the guys stand Back Misty gets to work. Check Carson paulse again Misty talks to Wyatt.*

"Wyatt I need to you hold Carson other arm and legs. I need to clean our the wounds and its not gonna feel good for him. I dont want him coming contus and moving about."

*After Misty makes sure Wyatt is in place Misty dumps paroxside onto the cuts than puting iodine on them as well. Puting pressue on the cuts. Checking the wounds to see if they stoped bleeding. Finally Misty wraps Carson's wrists tightly in gause. Than goes to the capnet and sets up an iv for fluid in Carson's arm. Finally finished and making sure Carson is resting comfortly Misty just looks down at him for a moment. What had cause him to do this? What if Ty hadent been there at the right time? Carson could be long gone. Someone had a hand in watching over Carson. He had a purpis. An angel was watching over him. Misty studys Carson's sleeping face for a moment longer. Looking down at her closes they are stained with Carson's blood. Turning back to Wyatt and Ty she says.*

"Can you guys watch him fast for me I need to change my cloths."

*Heading out of the doc office Misty enters the bathroom with her backpack looking into the mirror she cant help but feel a sick feeling well inside of her. Leaning over the tolit Misty gets sick. Finally when she is finished she turns the shower on and gets in washing the blood off of her. A new pain inside of her. Why had Carson done it? She did still care about Carson. She couldent be mad at him any longer. She still did care.

Geting out of the shower Misty drys herself off and throws her wet hair up on top of her head. Pulling on a black tank top and tan color pare of shorts. sliping her flipflops on she exits the bathroom and toss her old clothing into a trashcan nearby. The blood would never come out there was no point in trying. Entering the room again she nods at Wyatt and Ty.*

"Thank you guys for the help. I couldent have done it alot. Are you both gonna be ok?"

*Mable waves to Jason and Katie as they enter the restront. Last time she saw Katie she was with another boy and something just dident seem right. But now that she was siting with Jason Everything seemed perfect. Leaning over to her Mable says.*

"Now thats the way it was ment to be."

*Standing up and smiling Mable starts to prepair a milkshake for Katie and a soda for Jason.*

*Katie smiles across the table at Jason it was good to be out and about and know she dident need to go back to the hospetal right away.*

"mmmm...I think I could go for a hamburger and some frys. Nice and greasy. What are you gonna have? Oh do you think you could help me move some of my stuff from my old room to the new one? I dont think I can do stairs to well yet."

Helping

Wyatt looks up in surprise as he hears Misty calling for him. Seeing her run down the hall, he knows she’s not kidding, and sprints after her. “What’s going on?” he calls, but she’s already around the corner. He speeds up, not even knowing where she’s going, but finally spotting the open door to the holding cell, he knows. Question fills his mind. What was happening now? Reese had briefed him on all that had been going on with Carson. Now what?

He’s a bit annoyed until he arrives on the scene, realizing just what is going on, and the urgency involved. He is stunned until Misty’s orders snap him out of it, and he does as he’s told.

Ty does the best he can to help, though finds it hard not to get sick from the whole scene. “I..I don’t know.” He helps Wyatt get Carson’s unconscious form up off the floor, copying Wyatt by putting pressure on one of his bleeding wrists. “I just…I mean, I looked in there for some reason and he was just lying there. He was already unconscious, so I don’t know how long he’d been like this.”

It takes just a bit of effort to get Carson to the infirmary bed, laying him down. Wyatt and Ty step back a little, waiting if they’re needed, watching Misty work.


Jason slides into the booth across from Katie, giving a short wave to Mabel. “So…what are you having today?” He grabs a menu. “I’m starving. Rick would kill me if he know I’d skipped breakfast today.” He thinks for a few moments. “Oh, I forgot. Laura said she’s still be at Jamie’s for a bit, but to move around whatever you needed to, to make things easier to get around the place.”

Oh No

*As Misty finishs puting away the sapplys away she sits down at her desk giving a slight jump as Ty's voice comes over the intercom. Misty's eyes widen slightly as Ty's words hit her ears. Now what was Carson trying to pull. Jumping up from the desk Misty grabs her bag and heads out of the office. Hearing the urgency in Ty's voice she knows something is wrong. Leaving the office Misty scans the floor looking for someone to come with her. Spoting Wyatt she yells.*

"WYATT...COME WITH ME NOW...ITS AN EMERGNCY HURRY."

*Turning Misty starts to jog down the hall way what seems like ages finally coming to Carson cell. As she enters her eyes widen even more as a wave of fear passes though her and her breathing stops. Instinly she drops to her knees and checks Carson pulse. His pulse was faint, but it was there still. Turning to Wyatt and Ty she starts giving orders.*

"I need you to lift him and bring him to the infermary. Ty...what happend?"

*As they make there way down the hall Misty fires off more questions as Ty and Wyatt carry Carson. Misty keeps her hand on Carson's throt to keep up with his pulse.*

"How did you find him? Did you see it happen? When you found him was he countious?"

Panic

Jason shrugs at Nate. “I don’t know…I guess just let him sit and think about it. There’s not much we can do… unless we turn him over to the police like we threatened to begin with. I don’t even know if he’s been telling us the truth now… if he did go to the Agency yesterday, we might assume he’s been feeding us lies.”

He sighs deeply. “Eh, well… we can go back later. I’m gonna head out to be with Katie. If you need anything, call, but you’ll have Katie to answer to if you take me away from her.” He grins a little before heading back up the hall.


Carson crawls to the cot, pulling himself up onto it again. He was glad to be rid of Nate and Jason, but it didn’t make him feel any better. He was miserable, and nothing could take that misery away.

He slouches in his seat, feeling the weight of his world. These people here didn’t really know him… they didn’t know his cowardice… his crimes. But he knew, and they were haunting him.

He replays the day before in his mind. He couldn’t even have done that right. He’d been so close…but had turned not once, but twice, undecided and confused. He was a fence-rider, out to do the best for himself, no matter the cost to others. It’s who he was. And he hated himself for it.

Reaching down, he pulls a pocket knife out of the shaft of his shoe. No one had bothered frisking him. He thinks for what seems an eternity. He doesn’t even know how much time has passed. His thumb flips open the knife blade and he fingers the edge, testing the sharpness. His life meant nothing…it hadn’t since his family had died. He was a crook, a thief, a liar, a murderer… A week ago that meant nothing. Today it meant a soul brimming with guilt – a guilt that he could no longer handle.


Ty makes his way down the hall, his keys jingling on his belt. It felt odd to be here this time of day, but not everything had gotten done the night before, Hal had a couple days off, so Ty was pulling extra duty.

As he walks past the holding cell, something stops him. He wasn’t sure what…nothing seemed out of place, and it was quiet…but something tugged at his gut. On a whim, he goes up to the door and looks through the window to check on things. His face pales and he immediately goes for his keys, fumbling for the right one. Finally finding it, he rushes inside.

Carson is on the floor, blood everywhere, his wrists having been slit by the knife several feet away. Horror strikes Ty and he kneels down, checking his throat for a pulse, barely able to find one.
Panicked, he goes for the intercom. He knew Rick was gone – he’d seen him leave earlier. “Misty.” His voice comes across urgent and scared. “Misty get down to the holding cell NOW and bring help. Carson’s in a real bad way." Letting go of the button, he goes back to Carson, tearing off a part of his own shirt to try and stop the bleeding.

Task

*Nate shakes his head as Carson holds his silence. Nate stands in disgust an hour of silence had gone by and nothing.*

"Its no use, let give it a rest for now. You have a date with your girl to take her home from the hospetal, and I have been things to work on than sit here all day Mr. Abrakadabra. Sooner or later He'll talk. If he knows whats good for him."

*Nate exits with Jason closing and locking the door behind him. Stoping to look at Jason Nate's anger subsides alittle turning to worry.*

"What are we gonna do now Hotshot?"

*Misty finally puts the paper she was writing in her backpack. Standing She unpacks boxes with sapplys with them. For a moment she pauses remembering when Carson had first kissed her. Turning she stairs around the empty room replaying it moment for moment. Suddnly relising what she was thinking about Misty pushes the memories away. Memories only braught pain soon after. Going back to her work waiting for Rick to return with her next tast.*

Nothing

Carson doesn’t even look at Nate. His pale face held eyes that had no life. He works his jaw muscles in retaliation, but says nothing. Misty had come after him? He couldn’t remember. That was interesting. Some sort of feeling tries to surface, but he snuffs it out quickly. He felt guilty enough the way it was. He didn’t need anything more piling on top. Yesterday had been a nightmare and he was tired of feeling. And now he was back here…a place that evoked what he didn’t want to feel. A place that made him realize mistakes and wrong doings that evoked guilt he’d never experienced before. He was back here, wallowing in misery. He hadn’t wanted to come back here… he really was a coward.

Jason looks at him, waiting…waiting. Nothing. He turns to Nate with question. Carson wasn’t even retorting anymore. What were they going to do?

Nightmare

*Nate grabs a chair and scoots it closer to Carson siting down leaning his arms on the back of the chair. His face now filled with anger the fun and games over.*

"Carson, listen to me and listen to me closely. Before you decied you were an escap artest you wanted to know if we were like the Agency, and you found out we wernt. We dont hurt people for the fun of it, or throw our own to the wolfs. If it came down to it I would probley even take a bullet for you. BUT I also told you if Misty even uttered so much as a distraught sigh you would be the one paying for it. Guess what Carson she uttered more than just a sigh. On top of that puting her in danger. She went after you in a bar in the middle of the town at night. Not that you really care. You better start talking or you life is going to be a living nightmare for hurting Misty. I'm not one to go back on my word. I'm done playing games with you, I'm done being nice. Where did you go yesterday Carson?"

*Nates eyes blaze with fire as he looks at Carson.*

Silent

Jason’s eyes widen as Nate emerges from the break room with the sandwich. He knew exactly what Nate was doing and found it quite funny.

Entering the holding cell, he keeps himself from grinning, and tops off the noise by slamming the door.

Carson cringes at all the noise, putting both hands to his head. “Aw, cut it out,” he growls. His head felt as if it would split open.

As Nate sets the sandwich down, Carson’s stomach lurches and he grits his teeth against the increasing nausea. “Dang you, Nate.” The description of the food doesn’t help any, and finally Carson can’t take it any longer. As quickly as his shaky legs can handle it, he’s off the cot, barely making it to the toilet in the corner to throw up.

Jason quirks an eyebrow at Nate, the grin finally surfacing. “Nice.”

Carson groans as he sits on the floor in total misery. “You guys take the cake, you know that.” He starts to complain more, but can’t before his stomach revolts again.

Jason shakes his head. “I take it you’re not feeling too well this morning Mr. Banks. So sorry. But you know we can’t have that keeping us from doing our jobs. When you’re done ralphing, just come on back over here and we got some things we’re wanting to ask you.”

“I bet.” Carson hurls a curse in their direction before another wave hits him. After a few minutes he sinks back against the wall, not even trying to get up.

Jason cocks his head. “Comfortable?”

Carson shoots him a glare.

Jason smiles. “Good. Now…where’d you go Carson? Did you talk to the Agency about us?”

Carson grits his teeth, saying nothing.

Jason tries again. “I think you know by now that we’re not playing games. Now come on. Where did you go?”

Carson refuses to meet his eyes. He might not be able to remember what happened the night before, but before that, he knew good and well. And he wasn’t about to talk about it.

Jason waits, but receives nothing. He finally looks to Nate for help.

Breakfest

*Smiling at Jason Katie's hand makes its way to his sleeping face brushing his hair off his face. She had missed him and was happy to see him again. For a long while Katie watches Jason sleep. Finally leaning her own head on the pillow she remembers tomarrow she needs to tell Jason about the offices that had come to call.*

*As Jason emergs from the bathroom that morning Katie smiles back at him.*

"Ok I look forward to seeing you at lunch thats around the time I get to go home. Maybe we can go out to Mom and Pop's for a celabration or something. Oh I wanna stop by TJY too and let Reese see me walking again and let him know I am ready to come back to work. I think the best part of the day will be spending time with you."

*Katie throws a wink to Jason.*

"Let that Carson guy know if he keeps you from our date I'll kick his butt myself."

*Katie cant help but laugh throwing a wave to Jason.*

"See ya later hun."


*Nate finishes off his coffee and gets a quirky smile on his face. Befor heading with Jason to Carson's cell Nate goes into the break room and grabs an egg snadwitch from the fridge. Warming it up in the microwave till it smells mighty good to him. Nate never had been drunk in his life but had old friends who use to all the time in College and new what a hangover pluse food did to a person. Exiting the Breakroom Carson throws a grin at Jason. Finally reaching Carson's cell Nate unlocks the door not so quietly as he normaly would. Walking into the room Nate kicks the garbage can and loudly states.*

"NOW how did that get in front of the door? Jason shut the door behind you."

*Nate sets the egg and bacon sandwitch one the nightstand next to Carson's bed. The smell starts to fill the room.*

"Here's something for you to eat. Bet your hungry after that galavant lastnight huh? Mmmmm...can you smell...Jason dosent it smell good? All that drippy Bacon, and those eggs."

*Nate throws Jason a look that shows he is truly enjoying himself.*

Hangover

Jason makes his way slowly out of TJY, physically and mentally exhausted. He makes it back to the hospital on his motorcycle, and wearily goes inside, making the familiar trek to Katie’s room.

He enters quietly, quirking a smile for her. “Hey, Hero.” He hasn’t been back since the night before, and can’t help that he’s happy to see her. Making his way to her bedside, he sinks down into a chair, and leans forward, his head near Katie, resting on his folded arms, his tired eyes drifting shut. “We got Carson…don’t have answers yet though…gonna have to find out tomorrow…” He mumbles a few more things, but just can’t stay awake, despite his desire to stay up and talk with Katie.


Morning comes sooner than desired and Jason finds himself in the spare bed. He doesn’t even remember how he got there, he’d been so tired the evening before. Glancing at the clock, he groans and covers his head with a pillow. “Do I really have to get up yet?” Yawning, he forces himself out of bed to shuffle to his bag then to the bathroom to get dressed.

Feeling better a few minutes later, he comes out showered and changed, throwing Katie a smile. “Well, I’m off….again…hold down the fort. If I can, I’ll be back for lunch…going out sounds like an awful lot of fun… if I’m not back, blame Carson.”


Carson squints in the dim light, taking several moments to just figure out where on earth he is. He was lying down…he was in a room…he still had his clothes and shoes on…what…. Sitting up, he winces and puts a hand to his throbbing head and swears under his breath. A wave of dizziness is next, sending him to lean back against the wall with a groan. “Stupid,” he mutters. How had he ended up back here anyway? Everything was so foggy…what had happened…what time was it….who had found him…or… He squints as he rubs his forehead, hitting the gash he’d received the night before. Wincing again, he sort of remembers hitting his head on something….had there been a fight?

Sighing, he closes his eyes again. He felt like he could sleep for a week. Thinking of breakfast just made him nauseous.


TJY is bustling with activity when Jason gets there, and he chugs down a bottle of orange juice as he makes his way to his office, dumping his jacket and bike helmet, checking his email, then heading out again. He almost runs into Nate in the hall. “Oh, hey. I was just coming to look for you. I’m ready to go see if our idiot is ready to talk about yesterday.”

Following Nate, they pass Rick’s office, and Jason throws a glance inside, seeing Misty. At least she’d come back…after last night, he wasn’t so sure she’d want to show her face here again…but he was glad she did. He’d made plenty of blunders himself, and it had always been worth it to come back.

Getting to Carson’s cell, Jason waves Nate first.

Darn fool

*Nate bends down with Jason to help Carson up and carry him into TJY. Geting him inside Nate slowly walks with Jason to Carson's cell almost carrying him. Throwing him down on the cot Nate really dosent feel any remorse. Shaking his head he looks at Carson.*

"Your really stupid you know that. You took the one person who put hope in you, and steped on her. Snuffing out her light with yours. Your a darn fool."

*Nate heads out of the cell with Jason locking the door behind him. Heading down the hall slowly with Jason Nate lets out a sigh.*

"I'm going to head home for alittle bit and spend the last few hours I have with my sister. I'm glad she is so understanding. If anything changes Hotshot give me a call."

*Nate werryly pats Jason on the shoulder and he pulls his keys from his pocket and heads out of the building.*

*Misty hangs her head at her Uncle's words.*

"Yes Sir, I understand. I'm going to grab my books from the office and than head home. I'll be back in the morning."

*As Misty turns to head to Rick's office she lifts her head and looks at Ty with a sad, cold gaze.*

"I'm sorry again for draging you into this."

*Looking back to the ground Misty heads for the office once inside her shuts the door and lets the tears come. She dident know how to feel anymore. She still wanted to feel hope for Carson, but that had been whiped away. She felt like she was starting all over again. As her tears come Carson blue eyes pop into her mind causing her to cry alittle more. How hard was it going to be to know he was there yet have no contact with him. Misty whipes her tears away telling herself to stop being foolish, that she has been through this before and come out ok. But for some reson this time it felt differnt. It hurt alittle more. Misty lingers in the office a while longer to just let her tears come.*

Orders

Carson groans as he’s shoved into the car, and slumps down in the seat, not even able to sit up straight.

Jason lingers outside for a moment, hearing Nate’s words to Misty. He almost feels badly for her, but knows the truth, and Nate is right. This wasn’t a game.

As Nate gets into the driver’s seat, Jason gets in the back with Carson to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Halfway back to TJY, Carson groans again, mumbling. “I don’t feel so good.”

“Aw great.” Jason rolls his eyes. “Nate pull over unless you want a mess.” Once on the shoulder, Jason leans over Carson to pull the door handle, pushing him halfway out the door.

Carson promptly throws up on the side of the road, on his way to fall out of the car had Jason not had a grip on his shirt.

After a few minutes, Jason grimaces, pulling him back inside and shutting the door. “Step on it so we can get this piece of work back to TJY without stopping every five minutes.


Ty looks over to Misty, rubbing his tender jaw. “Eh, don’t apologize. Can’t say I would have done any different.” He shrugs, almost grinning. “I was getting bored anyway.”


Back in the TJY parking lot, Jason gets out and yanks Carson out with him, having to halfway hold him up just so he stands. Getting fair warning from the look on Carson’s face, Jason lets him go to the side of the bushes near the building to retch again.

Setting his hands on his hips, he shakes his head. “We’ve got to find out where he went and who he talked to. I don’t know why he’s back here…surely he hasn’t been in town all this long or we would have found him yesterday.”

Not hearing Carson anymore, he turns around to find him sprawled out on the ground. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Jason goes over and leans down, muttering in frustration. “He’s passed out. Nate, you’re gonna have to help me get him inside.”

Getting Carson’s arms up over their shoulders, they make their way inside. Reese meets them on the floor, concerned etched in his face. “What happened?”

“Nothing we couldn’t handle,” Jason replies, disgusted. “We got ourselves a real winner here, I’ll tell you that.”

“Where has he been?”

“Good question. Unless you’ve got a miracle cure for drunkenness, you’re gonna have to wait a while.” Jason aims down the hall with Nate, dragging Carson along between them.

Reese’s eyes shift to Ty and Misty, landing on his niece. “I noticed you were gone a bit ago…might I ask why you came back just now with Jason and Nate?” Before she can reply, he shakes his head. “Never mind. Misty…I love you, hun, and I want you here… but you’ve got to start following the rules around here. I don’t want you dealing with Carson any more, is that understood? He’s already taken advantage of you once. I don’t want you talking to him, visiting him, or anything.” Reese looks at her with a gentle sternness. “Is that clear?”


Carson is hefted onto his cot where he lands face-first on the pillow without so much as a grunt. Jason wipes the sweat from his brow, just shaking his head. “How did this happen, Nate? How could things get out of control so quickly? And was on earth was Carson trying to do?” He sighs, turning back for the door. “I’m heading for some sleep. Lock him in here and we can come back in the morning when he’s slept off the alcohol. We’re gonna have to find out who he talked to and what he told them.”

Tryed to help

*As Carson lets go of Misty she stumbles forwards a few steps turning around to a fight starting. Groaning to herself Misty trys to break it up but decieds its best she just stay out of the way Ty look like for the moment he was doing fine.

As Ty tells Misty to get out while she can she shakes her head.*

"I got you into this I cant just leave you here."

*Misty watches in horrar as Ty goes down on top of Carson. She felt more sorry for Ty right now than she did Carson. As Ty gets a hold of Carson after the uppercut Misty follows Ty as they head for the door.*

*Nate gets out of the car with Jason heading into the bar. Seeing the fight Misty, Ty, and Carson in the middle. Nate lets out a groan.*

"I dont believe this."

*Nate pushes a few people away from Nate and Misty. As another guy comes rams into Misty sending her bumping the already loopy Carson Nate turns and punches the guy in the face. Taking Carson by the collar he roughly pull him out and heads for the door.

Misty helps Ty out of the bar once outside as the air hits Misty her tummy become even more queezy.*

"I'm sorry, I was trying to help out. I made this mess with Carson I was trying to fix it."

*Nate shoots a glance at Misty as he shoves Carson into the car. He is alittle less than happy.*

"Well next time dont. You dont know what your doing. We have rules for a reson around here so people dont get hurt. Carson is dangerous, there are many times you could of really been hurt. When you have a moment if Jamie ever comes back to the office after being scaired out of her mind take a good look at her and see what Carson let happend, Go talk with Katie sometime and see what the Agency did to her. This isent a game this is real and your lucky you dident get hurt."

*Nate turns to Ty grufly stating.*

"Ride back with Misty."

*Misty gets into her car and starts it up following Nate and Jason back to TJY. She glances over at Ty for a bref moment.*

"Sorry I got you into this mess."

*Misty keeps her eyes on the road the rest of the way back to TJY. So many things in her mind. She just wanted to make right the wrong she did and it backfired again.*

Brawl

Carson frowns and tightens his grip on Misty. “Aw, come on now…I’s just havin’ some fffun. The night is young!”

Ty lays a hand on Carson’s shoulder. “Let her go, Carson. It’s time to leave.”

Carson shifts his gaze to Ty, a little irritated. “Shince when does the kid tell me whattdo do??”

Ty grits his teeth. “Since you started behaving like an idiot. Now come on.”

“I ain’t done.” Carson goes for his glass again, but Ty is quicker, reaching down to shove it out of the way.

Carson glares up at him. He stands, dumping Misty roughly off his lap and staggering just a little. “You just made a mistake, kid.”

Ty rolls his eyes. “Just come with us and we’ll all be one big happy family. Okay?”

Carson’s eyes narrow, his mind in a total fog – exactly what he’d set out to do, but now it’s a frustration. The high he’d been on turns to anger and his fist goes flying in Ty’s direction.

Ty sees it coming and ducks, pulling Carson’s chair in between them. Carson is thrown off balance by his own missed swing and staggers forward, just to trip over the chair. He goes down hard, knocking into several other chairs and receiving a nice gash to the side of his head. Groaning, he tries to pick himself back up.

“Hey kid, why don’t you leave him alone?”

Ty turns to see a burly man who’s evidently had a few drinks himself. “This is none of your business.”

“Oh, really?”

Before Ty can even react, he feels the stink of knuckles to his mouth and whips around, though managing to stay on his feet. Blinking and moving his jaw around, he looks at Misty. “You better get out of here before this gets out of hand.”

By now, Carson is on his hands and knees, and sees Ty’s legs as a prime target. Swinging an arm, he catches Ty’s ankles. Misjudging the angle though, he’s surprised when Ty falls backward on top of him, giving him an accidental elbow to the gut. Carson doubles over as Ty rolls off of him onto the floor. “Dang it, Carson,” Ty hisses. “You’re a real piece of work aren’t you?”

Ty gets to his feet and ducks another blow from the burly man.

Carson takes hold of a chair to pull himself up off the floor, his face paling a bit as he begins to feel sick. Groping for anything to help him up, he grabs onto Ty.

Having had enough, Ty looks down at him and sends an uppercut to Carson’s jaw. It lands with enough force to knock Carson back down and leave him dazed.

Reaching down to grab his collar, Ty yanks Carson halfway up and begins to drag him towards the door. “Come on, Misty. Let’s get out of here.”

Halfway to the door though, four men block their path. One of them gives Misty a once over, then turns to Ty. “You’re not going anywhere.”


Jason taps his leg impatiently as the train continues. “Does this thing ever end?!” As if on cue, the last car finally moves across the road and the bars are lifted to relieve the traffic.

Arriving at the bar, Jason scans the area. “Lets get this thing over with.”

Opening the door, he and Nate are met by a wall of smoke and the sounds of a brawl. With eyes adjusting to the dim light, Jason suddenly stops as he sees a staredown between four men, Ty, Misty and….a very drunk and slightly bleeding Carson. “Does she ever stop?!” Jason throws his arms in the air.

Barging his way through to his comrades, he glares at Misty and Ty. “Nice work, you two. So glad we have so much attention now.”

Jason receives a rough tap to the shoulder by another man, and having no tolerance, simply swings around to punch the guy under the chin, sending him to the floor unconscious. “We’re getting out of here now.”

Fire

*As Carson wraps his arm around Misty and pulls her down to siting level she gets a strong wiff oh alchole that send a tight not in the tummy. She's been in bars before and drank, but since she became clean even the smell of it turned her tummy unside down. Her eyes dont betray her as they burn with fire. Looking Carson in the eyes she states.*

"Sass n’ frass is gonna kick...."

*Misty bites down on the toung as she relizes what she is about to say changing the words.*

"I'm going to kick you butt for what you put me though Carson...now come on. Your coming with me."

*Misty takes the glass from Carson and sets down on the table than trys to stand.*

Drunk

Jason and Nate head out to Nate’s car once again, they’re hope renewed. Just their luck though, on the way at the one railroad crossing this side of town, they get stuck waiting for a train. With traffic behind them, they can’t turn around. They have to wait it out.

Ty is taken totally by surprise and dumbly follows Misty. “But I…Hal’s waiting for…” he tries to argue, but before he knows it, he’s outside. Seeing the look in her eye, he decides not to refuse, and gets in. So much for a quiet evening of maintenance.

Arriving at the bar, Ty stands tall, knowing places like this all too well. He can blend in easily, and sticks close to Misty in case anything happens.

Carson feels the tap on his back and swivels his head backwards to stare up at Misty. His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Well, well, well, look who came to…to join theparty!” All common sense having been long gone, Carson reaches out to wrap an arm around Misty’s waist, and pulls her down onto his lap. “To spitfires!” He holds up another beer, spilling some on the floor. “May they…ne’er lack of sass n’ frass.” He stops furrowing his brow as if realizing what he’d said just wasn’t right. The others at the table burst out laughing again, and Carson tips back his head to down more alcohol.

The Bar

*As Misty heads to the breakroom she stops hearing Reese, Jason, and Nate talking overhearing where Carson was. Misty minds goes in a million directions. He was at a bar, geting drunk. A new anger rises inside of her along with a new hope of geting Carson back. Spinning on her heels she heads to grab her backpack than heads to the door. Seeing Ty on his way for the night she grabs his hand and pulls him into the elavator with her.*

"Your coming to Freddy’s Bar with me downtown ok. They found out thats where Carson is. I made this mess I want to fix it and I cant go alone or I'll get in more trouble so your coming with me. Wrong place wrong time for you come on."

*Still holding Ty's hand Misty pulls him to her firebird. Noding at the door a new fire in her eyes. This one portrayed anger mixed with sadness yet the hint of hope.*

"Get in."

*Starting the ignition her music blasts again but this time she dosent care. Peeling out of TJY's parking lot Misty heads for down town.

Its now grown dark outside as Ty and Misty pull into the bar parking lot. Geting out of the car and making sure Ty is out too Misty grabs her leather jacket than locks the doors. Entering the bar Misty scans the table her eyes finally resting on Carson. She squints her eyes and makes a B-Line coming up behind Carson. Giving a twap on the back of the head she says*

"WHAT are you doing Carson? How could you?"

A day gone

Jason shakes his head. “I can’t think of anything he said at all…you’re right though…I don’t think he would have gone back to the Agency, even if he’d wanted to. Maybe he got scared, I don’t know. If he stopped at Mom and Pop’s, he’s still long gone. I called Katie a while ago, and everything was fine. Con is with Jamie, so I’m not worried about that, and Carson wouldn’t dare mess with him anyway. I guess all we can do is go back out and search some more.”

…The day drags on. Jason stops in the hospital to see Katie but has to leave again. He’s supposed to practice with the band that night, but now knows he probably won’t make it, and asks Katie to call Mike or Kyle for him. Lunch is brief and Jason and Nate continue search the town and into the next town, with still no luck.

Back at TJY, it’s already suppertime, and spirits are low. It’s the breakroom again where they end up, trying to regroup.

Reese shakes his head. “I don’t know…maybe we should just let it go. We’re not getting anywhere. I feel like we’re wasting time.” He looks up as he hears Susanne’s voice over the intercom, telling him he has a call. Picking up the phone, he speaks for a moment, his eyes widening. Hanging up, he turns around to Nate and Jason. “That was as contact downtown. He spotted Carson, drunker than a skunk down at Freddy’s Bar.”



Carson downs another shot of whiskey, letting it slide easily down his throat.

A holler goes up around the table as another round of beer arrives. Smoke hangs thick in the air, laughter and loud voices forming a scene of chaos. A waitress gets whipped to the side, her tray tilting and a glass falls to the floor with a crash. Two fighting men have to be removed from the bar.

“Bottoms up!”

Carson joins in the small group at the table, raising another glass of beer. “To life, may it be short and oh so sweet.” His words come out slurred and he has a bit of trouble aiming the beer to reach his mouth.

“I think you boys have had about enough,” one of the bartenders intervenes.

Carson tilts his head back, his eyes glazed, a crooked grin on his face. “I’ve got me a diver dresignated.”

“I bet you do.”

“To divers!” Carson makes another toast. “May they not….not crash into the ditches with y’all…in the back seat.”

One of the other men belches his reply, causing a round of drunken laughter before their glasses are emptied again.

“Hey, hey now…” The guy on the left slaps Carson’s arm. “You..you never said why’d it was you’s came here anyhow. Your turn I’d say.”

Carson furrows his brow, thinking hard as his eyes follow the other man’s wavering beer mug. He stifles a laugh. “I can’t remember.” He grabs a cigarette and lighter, having some difficulty getting the flame in the right place to light up. Just adding to everything else he’s been doing to stay in a stupor, he takes his time before putting the smoke out and going for another beer. Somewhere, depression still loomed, and he was determined to snuff it out, one way or another.

Leads?

*Nate shakes his head as he lets out a sigh drinking some coffee. His eyes are growing werry but he cant sleep now, he cant even think about that now. This was a matter of all there lives.*

"I dont think he would go back to the Agency. If he did they would be sure to kill him even if he did know about us. We also know about them. He broke there trust. Can you think of anything he said in the intaragation room that would give away where he is?"

*Nate thinks for a long moment on everything that had been said after Jamie had been taking pulling out a few leads.*

"How about Mom and Pop's? Dident you say when you talked to them they said a few new guys showed up there alittle bit before Jamie was taken? Do you think he would of went there for something to eat? Or you dont think he would of been stupid enough to go to Jamie's herself he was asking about her. Katie? would he go after her? He did say he was ment to finish her off. But I dont think he would be that stupid eather. At least I hope he wouldent be."

*Nate lets out a sigh as he takes another sip of his coffee.*

"Other than that I have nothing."