Annie stands at his door, watching him type away, not even knowing that she is watching him. The door is in between them so he can't smell her perfume or hear her kitten heals on the ground. A file burns in her hands. It's a mission- 3 days tops, two people for backup to replace the guards, along with one dispatch team waiting outside with the layout of the building. The first day is to gather Intel on the schedules, the next day is to go into action, and the last day is to come home and be debriefed. Nothing could go wrong. It was a need-to-know mission. Unfortunately, Auggie didn't need to know.

She turns from the doorway and walks to her car to go home and pack, not even seeing Joan watching her from her window, a thoughtful look on her own face.


"You did what?" Arthur bellows as he turns his back on his wife, Auggie sits in a chair looking exhausted, and Joan stands with her arms behind her back, her fingers hurting at the pressure she was holding them together with. "What if she isn't ready, Joan? Did you even think?" Her husband carelessly throws his anger around and Auggie still sits in silence resting his head on his cane.

"Of course I thought it through! She needs this! We all know how Annie pulls herself back together! She needs a mission, they keep her sane!" She argues back across the room.

"Maybe she needs something new to keep her sane then!" Auggie calls to her from his own seat. He hears a sigh.

"Auggie's right, Joan! We can't keep giving her missions when she cracks! She'll become reckless and end up dead." Arthur supplies as Joan comes back to the issue at hand.

"It's not even dangerous! It's Intel only; in and out." She finishes, her ideas concrete and herself unrelenting. Auggie stands and walks over to the direction of her voice. His arm is met by a strong hand, firm and gentle- Joan.

"She better stay safe." He warns as he puts his cane in his back pocket and pulls out the wand. He pulls the door open before sauntering out.


"I thought this was supposed to be easy!" Annie hisses in her piece as the static of response comes through. Damn it! She hugs her gun to her chest as her heart rate speeds up. The Intel is resting safely in her pocket and just as she went to make her escape, Mossad comes in. This cannot get any better. And to make things amazing, she is trapped in a fucking supply closet! She rips the piece from her ear and throws it to the ground, stomping on it for extra measures."I am going to kill Joan." She whispers through her teeth as she edges through the room to the door.

Her phone starts vibrating in her back, left pocket. This better be the lousy dispatch team. Annie thinks to herself as she raises the phone to see a name flashing. Nope, just my sister with lousy timing. She presses end and shoves the phone back into place. Now or never. She runs out and is met with the rain of flying bullets.


"You said in and out!" Arthur jumps at her again. "You are lucky Annie and her team are coming back home tomorrow or you would find yourself out of a job, Joan!" His voice raising to levels the make her own temper rise in defiance.

"Did you doubt her, Arthur? I know my recruits! I know Annie can handle- will handle anything you give her! I know that despite being blind, Auggie rather be in the field and can do that better than half of my guys! And I know how to do my job! So don't you dare threaten me!" She finishes with the slamming of their bedroom door. Only opening it to throw two pillows and a blanket down the stairs.


"Annie is coming home today. Her plane will be in late." Joan says from her stance at his door. He swivels his chair to look at her. "The mission got a bit dicey. Mossad agents interfered." She added and before he could speak, she finished. "Annie's alright, just had a graze to her right calf."

"Is that all?" The chair turns again and the programs on the screen go down one by one, until it's black and you can see the reflections.

"That's all." Joan backs up and he starts toward her. "Good. I have somewhere to be." He stalks past her and slams open the door to hallway.