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Why not both?

Take me somewhere else then.

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Take me somewhere else then.

You have no idea, birdie.

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You have no idea, birdie.

You’re temptation incarnate, K.

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Don't complain, you love it.

You can come keep me company…

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You can come keep me company...

hawkeyeofshield replied to your post: Hey trouble. I heard a rumor they had you under glass.

Still birdie, huh? Lucky me. [grins] I heard you got yourself into some trouble, and Carol had to drag you in by your ankles.

I always get in some kind of trouble, handsome.  I usually have someone to bail me out, though. 

Don’t suppose you’re in the market for slightly damaged goods? 

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hawkeyeofshield replied to your post: Hey trouble. I heard a rumor they had you under glass.

Still birdie, huh? Lucky me. [grins] I heard you got yourself into some trouble, and Carol had to drag you in by your ankles.

I always get in some kind of trouble, handsome.  I usually have someone to bail me out, though. 

Don't suppose you're in the market for slightly damaged goods? 

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Hey trouble. I heard a rumor they had you under glass.

Heya, birdie. I was wondering when I'd hear from you.

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Oh angel. There is no way they're gonna let you bring me in for therapy...

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Neither of which are accurate so the point is moot.

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I was just talking about the hot mess part. Not that anyone asked you.

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How rude. I ought to complain to Fury.

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Karla laughed as her escort guided her out of the room.  "See you around, Carol," she called, waving over her shoulder.  That had been satisfying.  A boring day had turned out to be entirely enjoyable.  She loved it when that happened.

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Exerting an ounce of her strength, Carol slammed Karla back against the table, snarling. She pulled the radio from her belt and lifted it to her mouth, eyes not moving from Karla’s flushed face.

“I need someone to escort Dr. Sofen back to her cell. She’s going to be working on de-programming our John Doe in solitary.” She lowered her hand, standing motionless and silent until the door behind her opened. There was a knot in her chest, the kind she usually got when she let her power build without adequate release. Something was getting a serious punching, very soon.

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What could she do?  That grip, the power rippling from her, those furious eyes.  Karla's breath came a little faster, her fingers and toes curled in excitement.  There was a molten warmth in her belly, partly because Carol was beautiful, partly because this sort of helpless fear had always given her kind of a thrill.

So she did the one thing guaranteed to piss Carol off.  She arched her back and squirmed a little closer and moaned.

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Carol’s hand shot up between the two of them, fingers closing around Karla’s neck. She held her back, just a little, and kept her grip strong despite the fact that her power level was beginning to surge in her chest, rippling out through her body and lifting her hair.

“I don’t like it that you’re here, honey,” she hissed, matching Karla’s gaze. “if I had my way, you’d be six feet under, with your moonstones in my hand. I’m just itching for a chance to put you far, far away, so why don’t you go ahead and give me an excuse…”

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Bitch.

Karla didn't let any of her anger show on her face.  That would be letting Carol win, and she was not about to let that happen.  Ever.  So she leaned in until she was practically licking Carol's lips, until she could smell expensive shampoo.  It was as close as she'd ever been to Carol physically without the two of them pummeling each other.  A thrill of lust shot through her and she squirmed a little.

"I think you would," she whispered.

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Carol cleared her throat, nodding as she took the rig. She knew the look on Karla’s face, knew it all too well. This was the part of their little altercations that she loved the most - the part where she got to put her metaphorical boot on Karla’s pretty throat.

“The information in that file is very, very classified. I know you know that.” She arched an eyebrow, trying her best to keep from smirking. “Level seven and over. That means Fury, Hill, and Coulson. If you tell anyone what you just read, even me, you’re going to be out of this program and into The Raft.”

She leaned in, and the smirk broke right out. “And I won’t be coming to visit you.”

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"Very," Karla purred, clutching the file to her chest.  Oh, this was satisfying.  Deeply. She picked up the headrig and held it out to Carol, smiling.  "Can you get the geek squad to sort this thing out?  I'll put together what needs to be in it and they can upload the content without even looking at it."

She was fairly bursting with the news in the file.  God, there were so many people who would just die to hear about this.  She could think of one in particular.  But how to get a message out to him?

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Carol pursed her lips, eyes narrowed. This sat uneasy with her, Karla being the well-informed one was a disaster waiting to happen. But she had to know. In order to take care of this mystery man, whoever he was, she had to know everything she could.

“No,” Carol replied, folding her arms across her chest, across the black SHIELD wifebeater she was wearing over a pair of fatigues. “Like I said - above my pay-grade. I’ll find out when I need to find out. But judging by the look on your face, it’s juicy.”

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Karla took the file like she was accepting a medal.  God, that was sweet.  She tossed her hair over her shoulder, smiled at Carol - just the barest twitch of her full lips - and began to read.  The first few lines of the file captured her attention thoroughly, however, and she quickly forgot that Carol was even in the room.

It took her fifteen minutes to read through the pertinent info, her lips moving in awe as she silently formed words that her brain did not want to accept.  "Good god," she said finally, closing the file carefully.  "Have you read this?"

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Carol’s lip twitched, but she stayed silent. It wasn’t worth it. It was a mantra. It wasn’t worth it. The words echoed of Karla. Not. Worth. It.

“Try not to let your head explode with glee on this,” she snapped, taking a folder from the same table she had retrieved the tablet from. “As the primary psychiatrist on this, you’re privy to more than me. This has everything Fury knows so far.”

That hurt. That hurt like bitter medicine.

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"I take the mental health of all of my patients very seriously," Karla lied, knowing that Carol would know and relishing the opportunity to irritate her.  Sometimes, it was the small things that mattered.

"I can help him," she continued, before Carol could turn her off-handed remark into an argument.  "They'll have to rebuild the rig and find out who he really is, though, otherwise we're just sort of firing blind.  I don't suppose they have any ideas?"

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“You’re the best psychiatrist we have on staff,” Carol replied, plain and simple. She paused. “That is, if we can trust you. Karla, if you take this seriously, and bust your ass on it, this might be a way out of those cells and into a real room…”