you was pregnant with your first ever kid, a baby girl, well what should’ve been your first kid, until you had a miscarriage, you was kidnapped by a double agent, the man you worked with in Iraq, his name was Tivon Askari, he had you trapped in his basement, he had you tied to the ceiling, technically, a rope was hanging from the ceiling with your arms tied in it, just enough for you to not be able to touch the floor.

he tortured you enough until you couldn’t take anymore, he tased you with a livestock prod, jabbing you in the stomach with it, until your team eventually found you, you had kept your miscarriage a secret, not needing anybody to know about the hell’s you’ve gone through, you joined a boxing gym as way to release pent-up anger, going daily and punching the punching bags until your knuckles were bleeding and bruised.

but now it’s coming up to the one year anniversary of your kidnapping, you still hadn’t told anybody about what had happened, but your best friend spencer, he noticed something wrong with your behaviour, he knew it was a year of the event, so he begged you to tell him what was wrong, until you snapped, telling him about your miscarriage.

so spencer being, well. spencer, he had pulled some strings and found a file full of things about tivon, he put it in your old office, because that’s where you basically lived when you was a media liaison for 5 years until you became a field agent, you tear up when spencer tells you, half in fear, half in relief.

spencer: “you uh.. you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to.. I thought maybe it’d help..”