It had been eighteen months since Annie Walker was, well, Annie Walker. In order to open the CIA's eyes as to all the dirty deeds Henry Wilcox had ordered and participated in, she took on the persona of Anne-Marie Rousseau. Her new identity was dark, cunning, and a bit of a trickster. Some might say this wouldn't have worked, but the two people who were read-in to her plans saw the fruits of her labour. Now, it was time to read-in the one person who truly mattered to her.

Annie was pacing around the small apartment Joan Campbell had helped her procure. The layout was very similar to that of Danielle's old guest-house, which made her feel almost at home. She was wondering how to present herself when she walked back onto Langley's campus for the first time in about nineteen months. She bounced back between a ponytail and plain hair, a pantsuit and a dress, and her new signature scent and her classic Jo Malone. Even though one aspect of her would be lost to someone, she still wanted to make herself unrecognisable to him. And so she did. Except for her classic Louboutins she had kept safe all this time, she chose a navy blue dress that matched her dark brunette hair almost perfectly, a French twist, and her new perfume which was a combination of raspberry, plum, and vanilla. She gathered her things and took a deep breath. It was time.

Much to her surprise, when she opened the door, Joan was standing right there.

"Pleasure seeing you here, Joan." She said, her heart almost racing.

"I'm sorry for the surprise, but I wanted to personally transport you to Langley today. I know your nerves are probably off-the-charts, especially considering what you plan to do, so I guessed you might want someone to talk to." She smiled, backing away a bit so Annie could exit her apartment and lock the door.

"Well, that's very kind of you, Joan. Thank you." She knew Joan had softened up a bit since David Campbell was born, but she did not expect this much from someone she used to refer to as the Ice Queen.

Once they arrived to Joan's vehicle, it wasn't till halfway to Langley that Joan finally spoke up. "I thought I'd let you know that much like your first-first day here, Auggie will be your tour guide around Langley. But be careful. Ever since they brought your 'ashes'", She took a hand from the steering wheel and made air-quotes, "he's been quite the recluse. We pretty much have to relay everything to him thru Stuart or Eric. He barely even listens to them, but he listens to everyone else even less. Just go along with our plan, and hopefully, we can start getting Auggie back." Her lips curled into a smile because she too missed the man Auggie Anderson was eighteen months ago.

"I got it, Joan. But just to clarify the plan once mo-"

"You are supposedly inviting a handful of people from the DPD to a small get-together at your apartment, but until he arrives, hopefully, he won't know he's the only one invited. You continue to play the part of Anne-Marie, but once he starts showing the signs of reminiscing to the old you, which we all know will happen, you drop the act. If he tries to flee, let him. It is a bit much for him. But if he stays, tell him everything you need to."

"Hey, Joan?"

"Yes, Anne-Marie?" A small laugh escaped her lips.

"Thanks for everything. It's good to finally be back home."

"It's good to have you home, Annie."

The rest of their ride to Langley was engulfed by silence. However, it wasn't the awkward silence that Annie was expecting, considering the circumstances. It was a loving and understanding silence. A silence that spoke volumes.

Once Joan guided Annie thru the process of security, she left her there and went to retrieve Auggie. She came back with a man Annie almost didn't recognise. His posture had definitely declined, his clothes looked like he hadn't changed out of them in days, and his personality was that which Joan had forewarned her of. But she knew if all went according to plan, this would soon change.

"Ah, you must be August Anderson. My name is Anne-Marie Rousseau. I'm a new operations officer with the DPD. Pleased to meet you." She introduced herself in her French accent and smiled, even though she knew it would be lost on him.

"Most people call me Auggie, but it doesn't matter to me." His slightly gruffier voice spoke in reply.

"Auggie, you're going to be showing Anne-Marie around campus. Seems like a better thing for you to do than be sulking at your desk." Joan said, lightly placing her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

"Whatever you say." He said, still looking down and fiddling with his laser cane.

"I suppose we shall begin, yes? I'm excited to learn about this place!" She hoped her peppy attitude would cheer him up slightly.

"I guess so." He motioned with his free hand for her to follow him. Before she began, Joan approached her.

"Good luck, Annie." Joan whispered into Annie's ear. She smiled as she watched Annie walk off to what felt like her first mission as an operative: Operation Recover Auggie.

"A blind man leading you around the CIA. Insert ironic joke here." He said his trademark statement, looking straight ahead. They had been walking around for a good bit in silence, his only direction for her being when he himself turned corners.

"Actually, it doesn't make a difference. I've worked with many people who are blind. One of them looked a lot like you. A little bit taller though." She laughed a little bit as she made a quip at his posture.

"People have been saying I slouch. I suppose that happens when you sit at a desk all day. You just sit how you feel comfortable."

"Your attitude seems to be in a bit of a slouch too. Is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

"No." He firmly stated.

"That is fine. Ah, I see we've arrived at the DPD!" She knew she was finally back where she belonged, but could not do anything as of yet to reveal her true identity.

"I guess so. It was nice leading you around, Anne-Marie."

"Before I head over to my desk, I would like to ask you something. Since we are already talking, I was planning on inviting some people from the DPD to a small gathering at my place, so I can establish my presence in a good way. Would you be interested in coming?"

"I don't know..." He said, his glance drifting away.

"Oh, it will be plenty of fun! Besides, you seem like someone who needs to get outside these walls. I'll email you my address and other details!"

"I guess. Joan has been hounding me to do something social for the past eighteen months."

"Fabulous! I'll see you tonight then!" She bounced over to her desk, knowing the wheels of her plan had finally begun turning.

A/N: This is my first attempt at posting fanfiction, so I really hope you like it! I'll be working on chapter two, since this is intended to be a multi-chapter fic. It is loosely based on the events of 4x10 and assumptions of what'll happen down the road, except of course, Auggie is not aware of her alive-ness here. Thanks for reading!