Decisions, Decisions

Char sat on a tree stump in the woods, her legs sprawled out in front of her in an exasperated sort of way.  She was alone, running the scenario with her mother over in her head for the sixty-seventh time. 

Char had told her mother straight out that she wasn't the one calling the shots.  She wanted to talk?  She could go ahead and talk.  Char wasn't going anywhere. As far as Char was concerned, her mother hadn't given her any reason to believe that she deserved the benefit of the doubt from her daughter.  They had shared a few heated words before Deidre had reluctantly turned and walked through the rustling trees, back to wherever it was she had come from. 

Now Char was left with that feeling that she always got after arguing with her mother.  Some things never change, she thought, amused. 

Char rubbed her temples in frustration, as well as exhaustion.  She knew she had made the right decision to stick with Forman and Carlson but she couldn't help but think that she may have lost her mother for the second time.  God knows when she might see her again, if either of them even managed to stay alive until that time.

Char pushed herself up off the stump with a groan.  She had better be getting back before those two dopes started to worry about her.  She smiled at the thought.  She walked back through the woods, the way she had come when she had a gun pressed to her back.  She slid easily down the steep incline but skidded to a halt when she heard voices off in the distance.

"Jesus, just keep quiet, will you?"

"Hey, this isn't my fault!  Why don't you come down from the high freakin' horse you're on and concentrate.  If I didn't know better, I'd say you had a thing for her."

"Christ, Gary, I have a thing for this goddam case, alright?  We need her.  You circle around that way."

Char stood, smirking to herself, and followed their voices for a while longer.

"How do you know she's even in here?  We've been walking for ages."

"This is the only place they could have taken her to get out of sight quickly; they're here somewhere, I'm sure of it."

"I'm starving."

They were just a few feet on the other side of an area of thick trees.  Char circled around quietly and made her way up behind them.

"Looking for someone, boys?" 

The two of them swiveled around, their eyes landing on Char, leaning against a tree trunk, looking no worse for the wear.

"Charlotte!  Jesus, what's going on?"  Kurt rushed forward, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Not much.  What's up with you?"  She asked causually.

"Where are those Isaacson goons?"  Gary inquired.

"Who?  Oh, them.  Um, worm food." She shrugged.

"Wha-? How?"  They were both gazing at her in confusion.

"Hey, what did I tell you about under-estimating me?" She pointed a finger at them, smiling. "Anyway, that's not the point."  Char stepped closer and looked Kurt in the eyes.  "I have the information you need to take down Isaacson."

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