Joan's heart sank, Annie was right it should have been her and Arthur.

...

After 4 long hours of awkward briefings, talking and missions had gone AWOL, Annie was more than glad to be heading home.

"BEEP...""BEEP...""BEEP..."

Auggie Anderson

'Annie, Allen's tavern 15 minutes.'

….

Auggie awkwardly sat at the bar table, awaiting Annie's arrival, when his phone buzzed madly on the table.

"Joan Campbell" echoed in his ear, from the headphones, currently draped over his shoulder.

'Joan, what can I do for you?'

'Auggie, have you seen Annie, I'm getting quite a bit concerned, nobody has seen her since when the mission was over, it was as if she just disappeared.'

'No... She was supposed to meet me at Allen's 45 minutes ago, I'm getting very lonely!'

'Really Auggie, I'm going to go by her house a check, do you want me to come and pick you up from Allen's?'

'Thanks that would be greatly appreciated ... Goodnight Joan.'

'Night Auggie.'

...

27 Years Earlier

'Joan, sweetheart, are you feeling any better?'

'Not too much.'

'Do you want me to come over later?'

'Arthur it's your anniversary, I... I couldn't ruin it.'

'Gina's out of town for the week, I will be there at seven.'

'Thank you. See you then'

'Bye'

...

'This is the last thing, I expected from two professionally trained operatives, a love child. That is a scandal enough to blow all the Campbell's out of the CIA, tell me are you going to take their last name or what?'

'Mr. Wilcox, what do you have against Joan and Arthur, why are you filled with hatred? What did they do to you?'

'If I tell you I would then have a reason to kill you!'

'Aren't you going to anyway?'

'Now, I am.'

Bang

Annie's house was silent as night, there was awkward silence everywhere, creating the illusion that there was no one there.

A floor covered in blood, pouring mercifully out its latest victim. Annie's silhouette like figure seen placed in the centre.

...

27 Years Earlier...

'I'm pregnant… Arthur'

'How… we were always so careful? You…You were on the pill.'

'Remember the ear infection, antibiotics.'

'What do you want to do?'

'I don't know, maybe I should get an abortion.'

'No … you will do no such thing.'

'You're married!'

'So'

'So, we can't...there will be a scandal, what about Gina?'

'Let there be one!'