Carrie Falcone's Story

This plan is going to work, Ezra thought, hands firmly placed on the steering wheel of his Midnight Black SS Camaro. He didn't admit it to anyone but he really loved his car. It was one of his most prized possessions. Sure, it wasn't conspicuous but in his current line of work if he needed to be sneaky he'd just rent something more civilian. He was currently on I-81 waiting for a certain car to pass by him, the sounds of Charlie Parker soothing his ears. The jazz radio station has been playing all of the right tunes for the last hour, the entire time he's been waiting.

It wasn't a secret that the Falcones were having a big bash tonight and getting eyes on the inside was going to prove to be extremely difficult. His partner, Agent Poole, saw no point in trying to get into the party themselves because by now their faces were recognizable. That was the downside to staying in a city for long periods of time; no undercover work. Ezra had a plan though and it all started with stopping this one car.

Suddenly, there, plain as day, the car he was waiting for drove passed him going the speed limit.

Ezra switched his Camaro to drive and slammed on the gas. He was out and with the flow of traffic in seconds. The Camaro's sirens went off as well as its blue and red strobe headlights signaling the car to pullover. All Ezra had to do now was catch up to it and flag 'em down which was easy when in a Camaro.

While chasing down the car his mind drifted to his daughter and the rust bucket he made her drive since she was sixteen. His family had enough money to get Lea something nice but he wanted her to truly struggle with something shitty so she could appreciate something great. The plan was to buy her a better car after she graduated...if the family lasted till then. The problems with Denise were still escalating and Ezra was running on fumes and running out of options. It was going to end badly, his kids were going to suffer from it, and he was going to feel like a failure to them for it. There was no light at the end of this tunnel. The only light was taking down the Falcone family and ending the decades of their depleting his city.

The car ahead of him got the hint that he was tailing them and pulled over. Ezra turned off his car camera that recorded everything before getting out the car. He wanted this interaction to be off the books. He walked towards the car, gun still in its holster, and tapped the rhythm of the tune he was just listening to along the side of it. As he reached the driver side the window was rolling down and he saw who he was waiting for.

"Carrie Falcone," he spoke in a mock official tone, "do you understand that you were going exactly the speed limit?" He smiled lightly at his joke. They didn't come often and when they did they weren't too funny. He knew that people were most likely watching Carrie to see if she had any connections with the FBI so a lot of their meetings had to be thought out and executed in absolute secrecy, much like this one. He put a hand on her shoulder when he noticed that she didn't look too well and spoke normally, "is everything okay, Carrie?" He knew that she was struggling with the idea of betraying her family when she only wanted her brother to go down for his crimes. "Do you remember what you have to do tonight? Nothing too major. Just go in and keep your eyes open. We both know this party isn't just a party. They never are. Can you do that for me?"

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Carrie was sitting on a stool in her apartment downing bourbon from the bottle on an empty stomach. She could soon see her vision cloud up as she finally hit a buzz. It was only about five in the afternoon but it was the perfect time to start for the night ahead, which she would prefer more after her blood turns into alcohol.

There is party at the Falcone mansion and while Carrie hated the bullshit that would come with it, she knew she had to go. And why you may ask? Well she was simply running out of old things to tell the fed, she needed new, more juicer information to tell them.

And that is why, Carrie is now running about her house with a bottle of bourbon in her hand getting ready. Quickly she slipped in a tight fitting black dress that has a long sleeve on one side of it and is sleeveless on the other side. For shoes she opted for sky high heels. The only accessory she wore was the same thing she wore everyday, a chain with her engagement ring hanging from it.

Lightly Carrie picked up the ring and held it in front of her face. Sighing, she slowly examined it like she had a thousand times before and waves of missing Sam hit her over and over. Eventually she dropped it back so it hung on her chest and then pushed thoughts of him through her mind.

Carrie but her hair in a high huge bun {See dress picture} and opted for not putting on any make up before taking another swing of bourbon and stumbling out her down.

Between the three ways she could go, Carrie decided on taking her Ranger Rover. Gradually she climbed into the car and started it speeding down the freeway.

While driving, and jamming out to The Backstreet Boys (A.N yes I'm still obsessed with the back street boys just like Carrie). It took her a minute to hear the sirens before she finally pulled over. Rolling down her window she saw Ezra Robinson. It was the usual, meetings in strange places, it was for her own safety really, the police needed her alive. Who else would feed them information?

Carrie knew the importance of keeping a low profile on this and is even aware of Claudia's suspicion. 'Claudia must think stupid of me if she thinks I don't know that she's been stalking me' though Carrie. She had grown up in the mafia, she knew what being followed and tracked felt like.

After he said her name she replied with a slurred "Yes?" After his little joke, Carrie forced herself to paint a ghost of a smile on her lips. After that he asked her if she was okay, although her response was only a simple shrug of her shoulders and he didn't pay much attention to her distant responses. The truth was the bourbon had gotten to her.

After he explained the plan Carrie laid her head on the steering wheel mumbling, "Or I could just stay here," as she closed her eyes wishing for some rest. Carrie knew she was playing with fire sneaking around the mafia, working with the police. She didn't care, revenge was in order.