So it's been a while, but hopefully I haven't lost my touch in writing fan fiction. I haven't wrote anything in a while due to unforeseen circumstances coming up, and biting me in the butt making me busy as crap. Now though my inspiration is with a certain CIA agent and the events of what happened after her rescue by Eyal, from Russia. (Be warned: I am not following any episodes after her rescue, I'm making this my own little story of what happens here on out.) Hopefully you, the reader, enjoy this story as much as I love writing it =). Also after reading I would appreciate a comment and let me know how I'm doing, and yes I realize my grammar is terrible but I try to catch it constantly though things still slip. Enjoy. More to come.

Chapter One

There's just so many things I could say to the people around me to fool them into thinking that I'm fine but to be honest, I don't know how I feel anymore right now. I want to say that I feel lost but that might not be it, angry? Possibly, depressed? Maybe I am. At least killing Lena was a start to what happened at my house when she stole away the man I loved, a start to try to get things to feel normal again, or even better. Then ending up a captive in a foreign land only to be saved and brought back by a good friend whom I owe a lot to, now. Being back feels strange though as if I'm still back in Russia, but now that I'm technically back I can finally see what Auggie wanted to tell me face to face.

-CA-

For Annie the plane ride hadn't of been that extraordinary except for a little turbulence getting back to American soil, and as the plane had landed on a undisclosed runway, she didn't even know where in America they had landed. The agent only hoped that it wasn't too far away from her home in the capitol or from Langley, but coming off the plane there awaited her two men dressed in casual black clothes. They had handled what little luggage she had though it wasn't much due to the circumstances of what had occurred, and were off in a black expedition. In the back seat of the large vehicle she had to smirk a little to herself, if they could even be more suspicious these two could pull it off easily, though becoming a little more serious she couldn't help herself.

"Where are we going?" She couldn't help but inquiry to where this expedition was taking them, but the men in the front seats weren't answering her which only made a frown come to her lips.

It wasn't long before the long stretch of highway they drove on through forests turned to more urban places like towns, it almost seemed like a lifetime but soon she could see buildings as they began coming into Washington, D.C. Soon enough as the men drove Annie back into the town she called home, she could see the houses as they came into the more suburban part of the city. Her stomach churned with a feeling she had never really felt before when she felt the car stop, right in front of her sister's house that she was looking after. Annie wasn't sure whether to be glad or sad to actually come back to this place.

"Simon…"

The memories instantly flooded back as she sat there of herself and her late lover Simon Fisher that had been standing in the kitchen, she was so close to flipping him for the Agency, and also for herself so she could save him. Until Lena came in without a sound and everything had happened so fast for her, there was no time to stop the Russian spy from doing the damage that she did.
Her voice when she mentioned his name was audible enough to where one of the men had overheard her but barely, making the man turn slightly to look at her.

"What was that ma'am?" But Annie shook her head while looking back at the man and looking away.

In seconds the two men in black had exited the vehicle and were already getting her things along with getting her out of the expedition, she was almost hesitant but soon got out. She was escorted right to the back gate where her own red car was, since Danielle still owned the house Annie still lived in the guest house. The man that had her bag handed it off to her as the other man was beginning to leave back to the car, but the man looked at her as he handed her things back to her with a serious expression.

"You're perfectly safe here, ma'am. And we will be watching just in case but Mrs. Campbell would like to see you in an hour from now." The stranger that dressed in black obviously worked for the Agency, but nodded his head before he turned to leave.

Since Annie had been left alone now and despite having her life back she still seemed almost lost on where to go from here while she stood there, but trying to keep her mind concentrated on the task at hand she needed to get ready to leave. Being the agent she was she needed to see Joan and felt herself lucky that the Agency hadn't bombarded her just yet with more suspicion, and a dozen polygraphs.

-CA-

The whole operation of trying to get Annie back from the Russians had been something of a heart attack for Auggie who had tried to orchestrate the whole thing, but because of his training it didn't allow him to go into a panic like a normal person was. He wasn't a normal person though, but an agent for the CIA like Annie. With what had happened the operation had been a flop in getting her back and when a Mossad agent managed to get her out, he was relieved despite the feeling of helplessness. That feeling, he learned to hate the most in his life.
From within his office while being surrounded by several pieces of electronic equipment he had his headphones on as he was monitoring things closely for anything out of the ordinary, anything concerning Annie's flight home. In his chair he remembered what he had told her while she had been in Russia, to come back so that he could tell her something important. His mind was trying to wrap around the thought of exactly what to say to her, there had been Natasha, Parker, but Annie had always been there. It's just he was too blinded to see that fact, and he had to laugh a little at the pun he created in his thoughts there. Ever since the hospital when he realized that he cared so much for her as she was hanging in the balance of life and death, he had been trying to find a way to tell her all this time.
Since his hearing had adapted quite well ever since he had lost his eyes, he had heard the sound of women's high heels entering the room over the sound his headphones were emitting which made him take them off. There was also the smell of the perfume that he recognized when she had entered his office, making him sigh a little to himself as he wasn't expecting Joan. "Joan, what can I do for you?"

The middle aged woman in charge of the DPD walked closer to Auggie's desk before dropping a manila folder on the top of it near his computer keyboard, she was always pretty straight forward when she wanted something done.

"I need you to analyze that information for me and send it to me to my office, please." Already he began hearing her heels clicking away to leave the room, and he stood up. "Wait."

Already Joan knew what he was doing to ask her or at least had something of a feeling of what he was doing to ask as she stopped herself, and turned a little to look back at him. She looked at his face knowing she had been right in her suspicions of what he was doing to ask, his blinded eyes also didn't help in hiding himself.

"She's fine and she's going to be on her way here." Auggie nodded some in response to what she said and let out a breath of relief because he hadn't heard anything yet on whether or not Annie's plane had made it in.

"Good, I need to talk to her about something."

Joan began again to walk out of his office but on her way out she smiled a little to herself, speaking up but speaking vaguely to where he knew what she meant. "You certainly do, don't let it wait."