Annie frantically looked around for her clothes. She drops to her knees and breaks down as she dresses. Inside the panic room, Ryan can see the scene playing out in his Master bedroom, he sees her fall to her knees sobbing. He feels like shit. What had he done, why didn't he tell her everything last night or the night before or the week before or as soon as she returned? That's the problem with a lie, the longer you keep it harder it is to come clean without repercussions. He shouts at her to open up the door, she can hear his muffled voice from the sound proof safe room. He can see her on the screen wipe away her tears and it's killing him. Realizing he can see her she refuses to give him the satisfaction of watching her cry.
Ryan watched as Annie slowly got up, clutching her chest. He could see that she labored in her breathing. Annie feels lightheaded, she stumbled and started towards the bathroom where she vomited. Oh God she's having another episode thought McQuaid. He tried to yell at her to say her injections were in the drawer next to her side of the bed. He thrashes around trying to free himself. His cameras were not in the bathroom, something he notes he needs to add. He didn't see her vomit. She wasn't having an episode exactly, she was simply feeling sick to her stomach at the discovery of Ryan's betrayal.
A few minutes later she emerges dressed and determined. She gets up on a chair and finds the camera in the bedroom, looks straight at the lens and rips it out. She takes everything she packed up from the panic room and all her belonging she had left behind at Ryan's home the last couple of weeks. She enters the garage and looks back into the house she was about to share with Ryan, then readies herself to call Auggie.
Auggie is at home getting ready for work, a woman he in his Judo class is in his shower.
"Incoming call, Annie Walker."
Auggie's face gives off a surprised look. He didn't expect to hear from Annie, her doctor appointment wasn't until tomorrow.
"Walker!"
Annie is just breathing on the other end, trying to get the words out.
Auggie knows her so very well, he senses that something is very wrong.
"Hey, are you in trouble? Are you okay?"
"It's McQuaid, you were right to not trust him," says Annie with a shaky voice.
"Where are you now?"
"Leaving McQuaid's, he's cuffed and locked up in his panic room."
Auggies gears are turning, he's worried for Annie.
"Cuffed? Let's back up. Did he hurt you?"
"Physically? No. Auggie, I need a sweep team over here and at my apartment right now." Annie started the sentence shaky, but when it came down to business she composed herself. Auggie could still hear it, he could hear the pain in her voice.
"You'll have to give me some more details before I order one of the most powerful and well connected PMC's home searched."
"He was watching me, collecting intel for God knows what and how long Auggie. Maybe since the day I met him. He has cameras at my apartment." Auggie is silent as they both take it all in. What was the bastard up to thought Auggie.
"I'll get on it. Get yourself to the office, I'll meet you there and we'll figure it out together." He thought for a second about having her come directly to his place, but he didn't want her to see the evidence of the woman who spent the night.
+++McQuaid in Trouble Again
Annie dropped nearly everything she took from McQuaid's on Auggie's desk and asks him to vet it all. "Auggie, I know I have no right to ask any more favors of you…"
"Annie, I will always be your friend, always. Ask away."
"Thanks, I appreciate it despite what I've done and I. . . , I would appreciate some discretion. There are, on the DVDs, um, there are intimate. . . moments" Annie can't quite get the words out, but Auggie understands. As much as her relationship with Auggie altered, she still trusted him to be on her side and he wasn't about to let his friend down.
"Say no more Walker. I'll be the only one who listens to them. Hey, remember I'm blind. . . worked out well in this scenario." Maybe it was a poorly timed blind joke, but he hoped to put a smile on her face.
"Thank you Auggie."
Barber walks in awkwardly, "Annie, Joan wants to see you before you head to polygraph."
"Thanks Barber," says a tired Annie. Auggie hears the exhaustion in her voice.
"Hey, bet you didn't have time to have breakfast before taking McQuaid down. I have a banana here."
"No, the thought of eating turns my stomach right now. I just need to get through the day. . ."
"Take it with you. You have a long day ahead. Go on, I'll see you later," says Auggie has he gives her hand a squeeze. Annie walks out of the office, Auggie remains at his desk with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Truthfully, he was not looking forward to reviewing those DVDs, but he had to turn off his personal feelings and get the job done.