AN: I have always wondered what happened between the end of Season 3 episode 11 (Rock 'n' Roll Suicide) and Annie getting home. I like to think there was a conversation between Annie and Eyal that led to her returning to the CIA but I also have this idea in my head about what could have happened that would have led to a different conclusion to that storyline. This story is that idea. I hope y'all enjoy. Standard disclaimer as always, I own nothing, I just love playing around with the characters who live rent free in my head.

Enough - Chapter 1

Seagull calls and crashing waves filled Annie's ears as she sat silently on the trawler Eyal had managed to find them a place on. A salty wind blew her hair across her face but she didn't care enough to brush it off. The lack of unnatural sound was a soothing balm to her raw nerves even while it felt incredibly foreign at the same time. Annie had finally worked through the disbelief that Eyal had come for her, she was no longer convinced that he was a figment of her imagination sent to ease her as she surrendered herself to remaining in Russian custody indefinitely. Eyal's deep voice cut across her ruminations, pulling her back to reality as she opened her eyes while he spoke.

'Scored. Just wish I could've found us better digs." Eyal said as he unfolded a couple blankets he'd found below deck.

Annie smiled at him before responding. "Feels like first class to me."

Eyal draped a couple blankets over Annie then stepped away saying "Should probably give you a little space, you know? After all that time in solitary, you get used to being alone. Probably sick of me by now."

Eyal turned away before seeing a smile cross Annie's face as she replied, "Never."

Eyal turned back to her, having taken a few steps while she spoke, surprised at her response and then quipped, "We'll see how you feel by Stockholm. When was the last time you slept?"

Annie bobbed her head from side to side before answering. "I can't remember. It's funny though, I don't feel tired."

"It's probably the adrenaline." Eyal absentmindedly replied, turning away from Annie again.

Annie murmured a quiet "Yeah" as she slowly started to nod off.

Eyal took a settling breath before confessing, "I gotta tell you, Walker, I've seen my fair share of hairy situations, but when Alexei told his guy to stop out there, right there in the middle of nowhere… Yeah, I don't mind telling you, I…" he trailed off as he turned to see Annie sleeping.

Anger crossed his features as he took in her posture, tense and alert even still, despite escaping the hell she had been forced to endure. Delivering her back to the CIA was a thought that left an ugly pit in his stomach, unable to come to terms with the fact that he had been the one to rescue her, not her own agency. Clemency was only granted to August Anderson and only because Eyal knew that he had done everything that was within his power to do, stopped from running the rescue himself only by his lack of sight. August Anderson had earned Eyal's loyalty for one simple reason, Auggie had helped him save the one person who would, in turn, save him.

Three strides bridged the space between Eyal and Annie as he went to tuck the blankets tighter around her. Three inches parted his face from hers as he willed her to both open her eyes and see him and to sleep at the same time. Emotions long forgotten had been pulled from him by the woman in front of him, emotions that he was reluctant to share with her prior to this op. Seeing her fragility in the hidden flat earlier had broken his reluctance to share those feelings with her. Reluctance had been replaced by fear, fear that she would choose another instead of him, fear that he would not be enough for her. Acknowledging the fact that she held his heart in her hands, a heart that was made of newly repaired glass from the shards created by his first love, while also admitting that he truly had no control over its fate was strangely freeing.

Seeing that Annie was truly out for the count, having finally come down from her long term adrenaline rush, Eyal sighed and strode away from her to lean on the deck railing. Mulling over the last day and all that he had learned about what led to Annie being locked in solitary at one of the most notorious prisons on the planet Eyal wondered what it would be like to be as fiercely loved by her as Simon Fischer had been. That's what she did, she loved fiercely, loved fiercely enough to track down a double agent and kill them, in one of the worst countries to be an American spy in, for killing the man she loved. Though, if he was honest with himself, he loved fiercely too, loved fiercely enough to attempt, and succeed at, breaking an American spy out of a secret Russian prison.

Looking out at the seemingly unending water between them and Stockholm, Eyal had a curious thought, "What would happen if two people who love fiercely, loved each other fiercely?"


Brisk chill turned to bitter cold as the sun set and was the first thing Annie noticed as she woke. Four blankets covered her where two had earlier and she could make out the lifted collar on Eyal's full buttoned coat.

"Eyal?" Annie asked quietly, attempting to get his attention without startling him.

Eyal whipped his head around to look over his shoulder at the woman who had been sleeping for the better part of 5 hours.

"Hey there," Eyal responded gently as he fully turned and walked over to her, "you kinda shut down on me, Neshama."

Making room for Eyal to sit, Annie pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around and rested her chin on them, before replying, "Sorry, I didn't think I was that tired."

"You know as well as I do what happens after you've been running on adrenaline for a long period of time. You lasted longer than I expected you to."

"I do, it just came on all at once and took me by surprise."

Shivers became apparent despite the four blankets covering her, worrying Eyal, "Come here." Eyal halfway ordered her, opening his arms for her.

Hesitation became apparent in her eyes for half a second before she shifted around and let his arms settle around her under the blankets. Someone safe holding her was something that Annie hadn't felt in a long time, even with Simon. The fact that Simon was a mark had lingered in the back of her head, never allowing her to truly believe she was safe despite falling in love with him. Blonde hair feathered along Eyal's neck as Annie's head leaned back onto his shoulder and after several moments he felt her shivers cease. Secure, wrapped in Eyal's warmth, Annie finally let her mind shift to what would happen next. Would she return home? Where was home? Could she return to the CIA? The last thought spurred a question she directed at Eyal.

"The CIA wasn't coming for me, were they?"

"Anderson was not convinced they were. I didn't ask many questions about why he came to me for help, but I have to believe he'd exhausted all his options before he did."

Silence reigned for several minutes before Annie spoke again, "How can I go back to that? I mean, I know I went completely off book by doing this, but I never imagined that they wouldn't at least try to bring me home."

Keeping his initial response of "you don't" to himself, Eyal settled on, "Only you can answer that question, Neshama. Only you know what the CIA can do that would be enough to let you return confidently."

Their breath had become visible before Annie spoke again, "What kept you going back to Mossad?"

"You know the answer to that, I stayed for revenge, Annie. It didn't matter what happened to me or how Mossad responded to it, I was there to find the Cardinal and get justice for Sara. After that, Mossad was the only life I knew. I'd lost my wife and son to my unrelenting need for vengeance and once I'd achieved that I realized that I didn't have any idea what to do so I just kept doing what I'd spent years doing."

After silently absorbing Eyal's answer, Annie realized that she had no idea what was next and with that realization came another harsher one, she hadn't truly believed that she would make it through this alive.

"I didn't expect to leave Russia in anything other than a body bag and it didn't bother me as long as it meant she was dead too." Annie confessed in a low tone, "I made my peace with that before I left, said farewells that were more final than anyone realized. Now I don't know what's next either, Eyal."

"Don't do what I did in that situation, Annie." Eyal rebutted firmly, "I just defaulted to the routine I'd been living for years instead of making an active choice. Choose, Annie. Choose before time makes the decision for you. Figure out what you truly think will fulfill you, and be prepared to say 'enough' to anything that doesn't."

"A CIA extraction team is waiting for me in Stockholm, which means I don't have much time to figure it out, and I'm tired Eyal, I'm so tired." Annie stated, her voice hitching on his name.

"I know, Neshama, I know." Eyal soothed in a whisper soft voice while tightening his hold around her middle.


Sleep came to Annie in restless fits and starts for the rest of the night. The cold only played a minor part in her restlessness, it was her mind racing to find an answer that kept sleep allusive. Panic was kept at bay solely by the weight of Eyal's arms around her and the feel of his breath on her cheek, both served as a needed reminder that she was not alone, not any more. How he knew what she needed when even she didn't know still amazed her. Rather than feel the need to fill the space between them with chatter and questions, Eyal knew that what she really needed was time, and as the Swedish coastline started to appear on the western horizon and the sun began to rise in the east, Annie knew she had to make a decision soon.

"It's not enough." Annie breathed out, breaking the silence between them.

"What is, Neshama?" Eyal's gruff voice replied, making his weariness apparent.

"This job. This job that I let consume me, that I let become my whole personality, it's not enough."

"Okay, then what is? What is enough?"

"I have no idea, Eyal. I'm not even sure what parts of me are real and which parts I've curated over the last couple of years."

"How do we figure that out?" Eyal posed, eyes opening for the first time since Annie spoke.

"I know what not to do, I don't go with whoever is waiting for me in Stockholm. I don't let the CIA dictate what happens to me next."

"Come with me to Israel then."

The nonchalance of his offer knocked Annie a bit off balance, causing her to sit up and twist to look at Eyal. "Israel? Won't that cause issues with Mossad? You having a CIA agent, former or otherwise, staying with you?"

"You incorrectly assume that Mossad has a say in this."

"Don't they?"

"No. They don't, Neshama." Eyal stated bluntly, "I want you to think about this for a minute, truly think about it, alright? Do you really think Mossad would allow me to run off to Russia to save an agent from another agency?"

Realization dawned on Annie's face a few moments later. Her utter relief at being out of Lefortovo, out of Russia, mixed with the pure adrenaline she had been running on to get out of both places had kept her from truly thinking about how Eyal had come to be the one to rescue her.

"You quit." her voice was a mix of awe and disbelief, "You quit Mossad to come rescue me. Why?"

"You are my enough, Neshama. I was not leaving you in that prison, they pushed and I said 'ENOUGH'."

No words that she could think of would be an adequate response to that statement, so instead of cheapening his admission she nodded her head once and then settled back into arms for the rest of their trip to Stockholm.


Alluding the CIA once they arrived in Stockholm was easily achieved, which surprised them both, having expected there to be a welcome party waiting for them. Instead they were able to walk right off the trawler and leave the docks with little hindering them. Knowing that Annie was still beyond tired, Eyal took the lead as they left the dockyard, and directed them toward Norrmalm and Stockholms Centralstation. He had zero intention of remaining in the city for any longer than necessary, the lack of any CIA presence so far left him unsettled and unwilling to be an easy target. Pushing Annie to keep moving was the last thing he wanted to do, but he also knew it was the smartest and safest choice, she would be able to rest on whatever train he was able to get them on.

Rather than risk another adrenaline spike which would leave her in worse shape, Eyal shouldered the single bag they had and wrapped her arm around his as they stepped onto the cobblestone street outside the docks. Sensing his gaze on her, Annie lifted her face to look into his, and when she only found concern there she allowed him to guide them through the maze of streets that lay between the docks and the train station. There was no timetable they had to operate on so Eyal set an easy but steady pace and allowed Annie to lean on him as much as she needed.

Upon entering the station, Eyal could tell that Annie had just about hit her limit so he quickly directed them to the closest ticketing agent desk. Two people were queued in front of them allowing Eyal to scan the departure board and determine where they would be heading. Anything headed east or departing more than an hour later was immediately nixed, leaving them with only three options, Gothenburg, Malmo, or Oslo. Turning the options over in his head Eyal made a decision as they stepped up to the desk.

"2 for the 1030 to Gothenburg, please."

"There are only first class tickets remaining for that departure, will that be acceptable, sir?"

"Yes, thank you." Eyal said, nodding as he pulled his wallet from the pack on his shoulder.

"That will be 1,610SEK."

"Thank you." Eyal replied as he handed her his credit card.

Minutes later Eyal was leading Annie to their platform and onto the first carriage, focused on settling her into the seat closest to the window. Weariness washed over him as he lowered himself into the aisle seat next to Annie after placing his bag under the seat in front of him. He leaned his head back against the seat and let his eyes fall shut as he let out a relieved sigh. A familiar weight fell on his shoulder as Annie rested her head there while also twining their fingers together. There had not been a need for words between them since they stepped off the trawler, exchanged glances and hand brushes had been their methods of communicating with each other.

Despite the lack of any response from Annie regarding his statements while on the trawler, Eyal was not distressed. He knew that Annie had received those statements the way he intended her to and he was bolstered by the fact that she had not given an immediate response that would have been influenced by recent events. Time was going to be his friend in this situation, while he had not explicitly stated his feelings, they had been heavily implied in his tone and delivery. Providing Annie with a safe and comfortable place to recover and reflect took precedence over everything else currently, but he felt that he could not hide his feelings from her and still be a safe harbor for her.


Three hours and forty five minutes later found the pair shutting the door to a hotel room behind them. Remaining in Gothenburg for a couple days seemed like a safe enough choice and would allow them time to decide their next steps. Eyal found himself reluctant to make any more unilateral decisions for them, from here on out they would make all decisions together. Dictating Annie's movements would make him no better than the CIA. His priority was to get her to a place that was relatively safe for her to rest and get into a mental state that would allow for informed decision making not emotion driven decision making, and he had done that.

Annie automatically moved through the room, she draped her coat on a chair and toed off her boots before dropping heavily onto the small sofa in the corner. Habit and routine had become her fall back and exhaustion was written all over not only her face but her entire body making it obvious that there were at least a few other decisions Eyal would have to make today. He reached out a hand and once she grasped it he pulled her up off the sofa and gently pushed her to the bathroom.

"Shower, Neshama. I'll order some food and after you are clean and have eaten then you can sleep."

"Promise?" Annie tiredly quipped back at him causing a small smile to cross his lips.

"Yes, Annie, I promise." Eyal promised, catching Annie's eyes with his just before the bathroom door closed.

Once the shower started, Eyal stepped over to his bag and started pulling the contents out onto the bed. There wasn't much, just what remained of their go packs, his laptop, and a clean shirt were unceremoniously piled on the bed. Opening the laptop proved fruitless, there was no battery remaining and he had no charger, so he placed it right back in the bag. Before looking through their go packs to see what was left in them he grabbed the clean shirt and made his way to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Annie?" he called, before opening the door, "I'm putting a shirt on the counter for you to change into, I thought wearing something clean would be a nice change."

"Thank you," Annie quietly replied as Eyal turned back to the door. Just as the door was almost shut he heard her continue, "for everything."

As much as he wanted to lay down on the bed, he knew that there were still a few things that needed to be done. While spreading what remained of both their go packs on the desk Eyal picked up the phone and called room service to order dinner. Knowing that an easy meal was on its way, Eyal started shuffling through the items on the desk. Bills in several different currencies as well as a solitary passport was all that remained and reminded him that regardless of what Annie decided to do, they were going to have to find a cobbler before anything else. Disappointment flowed through him for a moment or two as he thought about Annie giving her fake passport to Zarya, but it was quickly replaced by pride, pride in Annie's selflessness and care for others where most would be selfish.


Dull eyes stared back at Annie from the mirror as she towel dried her hair. Fatigue painted her face with dark circles and slightly sunken cheeks, making her reflection seem foreign and unfamiliar. The heat of the shower had put a little color back in her skin and had soothed the aches her body had been feeling for the last several days. Concluding that continuing to stare at the mirror would not make her face any more recognizable, she turned to open the door. Barefoot and wearing just the shirt Eyal had given her, Annie padded barefoot towards the desk Eyal was sitting in front of and noticed what he was looking through.

"I'm sorry, for making this harder for us by giving Zarya my cobbled passport."

"Stop, Neshama. We will figure it all out, but not tonight. Dinner should be here soon and then you need to get some sleep. We aren't in a rush, we have some time, you have some time, to rest."

Annie just nodded in response before making her way to the sofa where she sat with her feet curled under her. "What happens then?" she asked.

Knowing that exhaustion and anxiety were driving her to ask these questions Eyal soothingly answered her, "You decide what happens next, Neshama. You don't have to have an answer now, you don't even need to know the questions you need to answer now. All you should focus on is resting, that is enough for now."

Annie opened her mouth to continue speaking but was interrupted by three quick knocks at the door and the call of "Room Service". Eyal smiled, grabbed her hand and gave it a quick squeeze, before turning to the door and opening it. After a brief muffled conversation with the person at the door Eyal returned with a tray of food that had her mouth watering. A piping hot baked potato, a small bowl of soup, and some freshly made bread greeted her when she took the cover off her tray. Though nothing extravagant, the meal smelled amazing. Digging in, the first few bites made her realize just how hungry she was, and soon the whole tray was empty. Once she had finished she noted that Eyal had ordered basically the same for himself though was eating it at a slower pace.

"Get in bed, Neshama." Eyal softly directed, knowing that she needed to be prompted to move.

Sliding into the bed and between the soft sheets felt utterly decadent after the hard cot in Lefortovo and the cold night spent on the trawler crossing the Baltic. Once her head landed on the pillow her eyes fluttered shut and the last thing she recalled was a blanket being draped across her.


Once he was confident that Annie would not be waking anytime soon, Eyal pulled on his jacket, grabbed a handful of Swedish Krona, and quietly opened the door to head out to the small convenience shop they had passed on the way from the train station. There were two things he hoped to find easily in the shop, a smartphone and an ac charger for his laptop. Luck smiled on him that day as he quickly found a silver iPhone 5s on a stand just inside the entrance and an ac charger only a few minutes later. Purchasing the two items quickly Eyal found himself back in the hotel room only thirty minutes after departing.

Weary, but not sleepy, Eyal settled himself on the sofa with the newly procured iPhone and began the tedious set up process. Next to him rested his laptop and charger which he plugged in once the iPhone began installing the latest updates. He knew that he didn't have much time before his body made it very clear that it needed sleep and, while he knew multiple ways to force himself to continue, there was only one last thing he wanted to do.

Flipping open his laptop, he connected to the internet and navigated to the message board he had been using to communicate with Auggie. He hadn't had the opportunity to do so since he had posted about finding the missing golden retriever while they were still at the flat in Moscow so he was not terribly surprised to see three messages waiting for him. The first was an attempt to make contact after they had to abort the plans to take the train to Helsinki, the second was instructions for an extraction they never made it to, and the third had been posted just a couple hours ago.

"Location of Golden Retriever is no longer known, please notify again if found."

Wanting to give Auggie the benefit of the doubt, Eyal typed a quick response, "Golden Retriever remains safe though obviously distressed and tired. Please provide an alternate method of contact as monitoring this board is no longer viable."

Capitulating to the weariness that seemed to have invaded his very bones, Eyal stood and pulled off the sweater and jeans he was wearing, switched off the lights, and slid into the bed beside Annie, wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, and allowed sleep to overcome him.