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Auggie sighed and leaned his head against his couch. He loved Walker, but life was much simpler when she wasn't there. Yet he wouldn't trade it for the world.
He had lived his whole life on the line for something, the military and the CIA. He didn't regret doing it, he believed in it, and loved it. He knew Annie felt the same way as him.
Sure Auggie was only a year older, but he still had more experience in some things. Annie had been in the field for 4 years, she had seen and done things Auggie never imagined doing. But they were both killers, they both had done things they weren't particularly proud of.
They were there for each other was a big factor in their relationship. Almost always except for when Annie had gotten involved in Simon, she and Auggie had been there for one another.
Joan had told Auggie that Annie needed someone to ground her. Now, Annie is grounded for the most part, but when her life seems to twist she has Auggie there.
"Auggie?" Joan asked pulling out a chair the next week at some kind of diner, Auggie had requested they meet.
"It's been awhile since we have done this," Auggie smiled.
"Yep. It sure has,"Joan agreed not sure what to make of this.
"When's the last time you talked to Annie?" Auggie asked out of the blue once drinks were ordered.
"Yesterday we talked. I'm her sponser," Joan stated referring to NA which Auggie was informed of Annie. Annie had admitted to slipping up in the past few days, something she was very upset about when she consoled in him, and Joan had her going to NA meetings.
"I know, but when is the last time you guys really talked. As friends or not about work and pills?"
"I, I don't know. I guess maybe before she went dark, or no when she was dark" Joan squinted even though Auggie couldn't see it.
"And when's the last time you talked to her like maybe said you appreciated her work with Henry, or thanked her?"
"What does this even matter?" Joan asked not answering the question.
"Annie cares about you as more than a sponsor and boss. I know you feel the same way about her, but she..." Auggie trailed off with a sigh not sure how to finish, "she thinks that you don't care about her as much. She thinks that... You think she's just a killer. We'll her words might have been 'messed up murderer' but," Auggie quit again as Joan began.
"She said that?" Joan asked almost alarmed.
"She meant it as a joke, but I didn't take it as one," Auggie agreed.
"I just don't understand why she didn't confide in me in the beginning. Did she not trust me enough?" Joan let out her own concerns.
"Annie's always trusted you. She hates to worry you though. She didn't want to drag you into her life, she didn't even want to tell me. You have a baby, and she didn't want you to lie for her. She said that you've dealt with her enough in the past 4 years she didn't want you to have to put up with her longer."
"I just wish she could've told me. I could have helped," Joan said, "What do we do?"
"I have an idea," Auggie said, "when I was trying to cope with loosing my eyesight I was a terror to be honest. I didn't trust people to guide me, and I was still that independent person. Of course I was forced to therapy, and once I got used to the idea of therapy my Mom, Dad, and two brothers came with me. It was easier to learn trust in therapy where I felt open. We practiced guiding around the office, and actually communicating in others ways. It was definite progress."
"So you suggesting that we go to therapy with Annie?"
"Not really. Annie's scared of hurting other people. She's hiding her emotions and hoping people don't care about her. I think we should make our own therapy up of all the people that do care. You, Arthur, maybe mac, probably Ryan, Eyal, call Danielle... And anyone else."
"You know," Joan started.
Auggie finished, "Suprise birthday party?" Referring to her 35 birthday in a little over a week.
"Totally," Joan agreed feeling happy to be helpful.
Now came the most difficult part; pulling this off without Annie finding out.