A/n Annie's last 4 years have seemed pretty crazy why not throw in more obstacles she's had to overcome from her past. I think I remember some if these little things for the tv show and I tried to develop it into a bigger thing. Honestly we don't know much about Annie's past and her mom or dad. In one ep didn't she say something about how she couldn't wait to travel the world when she got old enough or something, idk...

Hope pe you like let me know what you think.

After the next week she was more settled with the whole idea of seeing someone that may be able to help her.

Her appointment was at 1:30 in Langley. She spent the day convincing herself she was ready, that she could do it.

Then 1:00 rolled around and Annie seriously wanted Joan to accompany her to her appointment, while holding her hand.

She took a deep breath going to the elevator and "coincidentally" met Auggie, "Where to, Walker?" He asked once they where in the elevator, but he was already pressing 3, the physiologist and polygraph division.

"I heard Joan telling Calder earlier," Auggie started.

Annie swallowed not letting him get started with some kind if speech, "I'm scared Auggie," She admitted like a 5 old panicking because he was scared of the dark.

"Hey," He reached his hand into the air for get her take and she grabbed him in a hug, " it's okay. They aren't going to ask anything serious this time. That comes in later sessions and if you don't feel comfortable you can leave. I've been there and it's not the worst thing ever."

Annie nodded relishing this moment. The smell of Auggie made her want to hug him tighter, made her want to stay there forever. She was wrong DC wasn't home. CIA wasn't home. Work wasn't home. Auggie was her home.

All to soon the elevator was open and she somehow found herself in a office. A psychiatrist's office by the name of Martin Glover.

The room was modern, not cool like the DPD but plain and boring. Black furniture. Black leather chair that Martin was sitting in. A white futon that she assumed she was suppose to sit on. Honestly the room itself just have her chills. She bounced her leg up and down. Picked at her nail.

Finally he decided to talk. "Your name is Annie Walker would you mind if I called you Ms. Walker?"

Just the slightest mention of her name was starting to panic her, that is what Henry called her. How was she suppose to make it through an hour.

"I'd prefer Annie please," She tried to say in her normal tone of voice.

"And you have been working for the Central Intelligence Agency for 4 years?"

He sounded so professional and cold. She wanted someone who would tell their stories along with her, someone who would make her feel less alone.

She felt herself nodding, "this is my 5th year."

His question got more complex, but they were still easy day to day, casual life questions for the most part.

"Before we dive into the last year, or even the last five years let's go back even further. What was your life like growing up?"

She said the first thing that popped into her mind, "We moved around... A lot."

"Understandable considering that your Dad was in the military. So how about your Mom and Dad how were they?"

Annie really wanted to run away now. She would rather talk about Henry than this This was worse than that. No one at all had ever ask her about her life as a child.

She swallow the lie forming at the back of her throat. Joan had said there wasn't a point in coming if you were just going to lie your way through it.

"Mom was just there. She..uh.. Kept to herself for the most part. I think she was pretty depressed, that's how I remember her. She took care of Dani and I though and she tried to be the for is she really did, but it just didn't work. I don't know what happened really because I never asked but when I was 15 Mom went away and didn't come back until I was almost 17. Dani told me she was with Grandma in the states and at that point we were on the other side of the world. Mom never actually came back, she met us in Georgia when Dad was re assigned," Annie said letting memories she had kept in the most far corners of her mind come out.

"And your father? What was he like?"

"Laid back. When I was little up until I was about 13 we did everything together. I think he liked me more than Dani. He was the best father he could be with being in the military and all. He did have a mean streak that only Mom and I saw a few times. But he wasn't a bad father, I know he loved me. When I was a teenager I could do anything I wanted and get away with it for the most part. Dad tried it over look a lot of stuff, by then Dani had her own life, and I lied my way through my whole 16th year. Needless to say I never had many boundaries or parental figures."

"Did your Dad really understand you though? Did you enjoy traveling?"

"Not exactly. I wanted to stay in towns once I made friends and I always got mad on the inside when we had to leave. And we couldn't travel to pretty places I wanted to go to. I told myself that after college I would travel the world and do and see things that I really wanted to see," 30 minutes had already gone by, she sighed in relief looking at the clock.

"So what now? Do you and your family still have a good relationship?" He asked like he didn't already now, Annie almost scoffed, but held back.

"My Dad cheated on Mom and did some other terrible things to her when I was about 21. Dani and I got her away from Dad and settled down, but when I was 23 she was in a car wreck and died. We never talked to Dad much after that, maybe on Holidays. Last I heard he was in a Veterans nursing home, but the last time I talked to him was 8 years ago."

He nodded adding a note, "Today is just to get more comfortable being here. If you have anything else to say the floor is yours for the next 20 minutes. Anything else exciting happen when you were a teenager?"

"You do know one of the reasons I'm here besides my PTSD right?" Annie asked, think he probably knew.

"Oh right. Joan informed me," He said confirming.

Annie nodded, "Well the first time I ever tried a pain pill as a narcotic I was 16..." And this was only the beginning of her 3 year battle with abusive substances.