They didn't see Lucy for several hours. Annie presumed they'd put her through the ringer. By the end of this, she'd know for sure if she wanted to be an agent or not. After all, Annie had needed a nap after the entrance polygraph. She couldn't imagine the personal hell the Bureau had concocted for Lucy as a former accomplice.

Rather than moving Lucy, they just moved the polygrapher. Lucy sat in almost the same spot she'd been the first time Annie had ever spoken to her. This time, she wasn't nearly as defensive.

Annie entered the room as quietly as she could and sat down across from Lucy. To Annie's surprise, her eyes were rimmed with red.

"You okay?" Annie whispered.

Lucy took a deep breath and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I just squealed like a pig."

Annie breathed a secret sigh of relief. "You gave them what they needed."

"I guess," Lucy's breath was shaky. "I hope it was worth it."

Annie stood, walked around the table, and did what she knew Auggie would want her to do in this moment.

She extended her arms and wrapped Lucy in a hug.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Lucy asked quietly. "I'm an accomplice to a crime."

Annie shrugged. "We're supposed to be excellent to each other, remember?"

Lucy was accepted to the CIA training program two days later. As expected, the option was a glorified plea bargain, a thank-you for not infiltrating the Agency and turning it over to the Chinese mafia. But for Lucy, it was a second chance.

"I'll call you as soon as I get there," Lucy promised, giving her uncle one last hug as the Agency car idled in the driveway.

"You'd better," Auggie grumbled.

"Be good," Annie whispered, giving Lucy one last squeeze.

"Marry him," Lucy hissed back.

"What?"

"Nothing!"