"We need to date now" Ana insists, weakly, the second that the rest of the team leaves Tim and her alone in the hospital room.

"Ana" Tim sighs, sitting down in the chair by her bedside.

"Tim, please" Ana pleads, shifting a little to look at him better.

Tim reaches out and gently strokes her cheek. "I'm sorry"

"why?" Ana whispers.

"I'm sorry because I promised you six months ago that we would be able to date soon, and that's obviously not happened" Tim apologizes.

"it doesn't matter, we just need to do it now" Ana murmurs.

"we can't" Tim replies. "There haven't been any new Sergeant positions, I just need you to be patient-"

"then I'll find a job" Ana decides, interrupting him.

"what?" Tim asks.

"Harper says the offer's still available on undercover work" Ana explains, softly.

"Ana, no, you hate undercover work, it makes you anxious" Tim frowns.

"everything makes me anxious" Ana argues, weakly.

"you know what I mean" Tim huffs.

"I can't keep doing this, I need to be with you, please" Ana pleads. "If that means going undercover sometimes then so be it"

"you really want to join the undercover department?" Tim questions.

"I don't want to, I need to" Ana replies.

"Ana, what's bringing this on?" Tim inquires. "like I get it if you're impatient but you've never seemed too bothered about it until now"

Ana's eyes flit away from Tim's blue ones and she looks ahead.

"Ana, baby?" Tim prompts.

"I need to take advantage of my time with you" Ana sniffles.

"what?" Tim asks.

"I need to spend as much time with you as possible before I lose you" Ana whispers.

"you're not going to lose me" Tim insists.

"I lose everyone" Ana murmurs, finally turning her glassy eyes back to Tim.

Tim opens his mouth to protest but Ana watches him deflate as he realizes she's right.

"I lost my papa, I lost most of my family, I lost Captain Anderson, I lost Jackson, I lost my grandparents, I'm going to lose you and I-..." Ana can't continue, a few stray tears running down her face.

"Ana, you have had a terrible terrible life" Tim starts.

"but I'm not letting that happen anymore, you're not going to lose me, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere, I promise" Tim continues.

"and if you are really worried about this, then give me two weeks, just two weeks to find a job in another division and then you can talk to Harper about the undercover job if I can't find any" Tim finishes.

"okay" Ana sniffles, nodding.

Tim takes her hand in his, rubbing his thumb across each of her fingers.

"how's Jack and Dominique?" Ana whispers.

"Dominique's legs look as good as they can be, doctors think they'll heal perfectly, Jack is perfectly healthy, all thanks to you" Tim replies.

"I'm the reason they were kidnapped in the first place" Ana argues.

"No. You weren't" Tim says, his tone suddenly stony.

"they targeted them through me" Ana murmurs.

"they targeted them and you, none of this is your fault" Tim responds.

"I trusted Davion, I let him hold Jack" Ana whispers.

"you trust people, it's not your fault" Tim reasons.

"it feels like it is" Ana sniffles.

"baby" Tim exhales, climbing into the bed with her.

Ana cuddles into his side, tears staining his shirt as she cries.

[Time Skip]

Her black skirt is a little too long and drags against the sidewalk of Havana, Cuba. Her hands are clinging to her basket of tortillas, covered with a dirty towel to try and keep the heat from escaping.

Ana trips over her long skirt, but thankfully catches herself before she can fall.

"¡mirar! ¡Es la hija del traidor!" A man's voice exclaims. Ana turns to see two policemen on the other side of the street, pointing at her. (look! it's the daughter of the traitor!)

"¡Mi papá no era un traidor!" Ana calls back. (my dad wasn't a traitor!)

"¿Me estás respondiendo, puta?" One of the policemen asks as they both cross the street. (are you talking back to me, whore?)

"No soy una puta. Mataste a mi padre a sangre fría." Ana insists, holding her basket close. (I'm not a whore. You killed my father in cold blood.)

"será mejor que te calles" One of the policemen warns. (you better shut up.)

"¡Son asesinos!" Ana exclaims. (you're murderers)

Her exclamation makes other people on the street look towards them.

"¡Cuida tu boca, puta!" One of the policemen orders, slapping her across the face.

The slap is hard enough to send Ana to the ground. The tortillas fall out of the basket.

"¡No! ¡No!" Ana cries, when the tortillas hit the dirty sidewalk, officially ruined.

Ana frantically picks them up, trying to brush them off.

"¡Mostrémosles a todos lo puta que eres!" One of the policemen decides and rip her skirt off of her. (let's show everyone how much of a whore you are!)

"¡No! ¡por favor! ¡Quiero a mi papá!" Ana cries, curling up into a ball to try and preserve her modesty. (no! please! I want my dad!)

Others on the street just walk past the crying twelve year old on the sidewalk.

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"¿qué está sucediendo?" A fourteen year old Ana asks when Carmen wakes her up while the moon is still high in the sky. (what's going on?)

"tenemos que irnos, mija" Carmen replies. (we need to go, darling)

"¿qué? ¿por qué? ¿A dónde vamos?" Ana mumbles, sitting up from her little mattress on the floor. (what? why? where are we going?)

"Nosotros vamos a America" Jose announces. (we're going to America)

"¿America? ¿El lugar del águila?" Ana murmurs, rubbing her eyes. (America? The place with the eagle?)

"Sí, Estados Unidos está a salvo y nosotros no estamos a salvo aquí." Esmerelda says as she packs some clothes. (Yes, America is safe, and we're not safe here.)

Ana opens her mouth to ask another question when they hear talking approaching their little hut.

"¡Ahora, mija!" Carmen whisper yells, dragging Ana up. (Now, darling!)

Mario hands her a few duffle bags while Jose opens the back door to the hut.

Ana doesn't have any time to process what's happening before she and her grandparents are running out of the hut and into the night.

She clings to the duffle bags as they sprint down the streets of Havana.

"¡allá!" Ana hears the policemen shout. (there!)

Beams of light illuminate the street when the policemen spot the fleeing Cabreras. Ana turns back to see at least six policemen chasing after them.

Fear strikes her in the heart and she runs faster. Soon they reach the shore of the Gulf of Mexico, which Havana borders.

"¡aquí, mija!" Jose says, pointing to a little raft next to the dark water. (here, darling!)

Ana helps Jose load up the raft with their stuff while her other grandparents catch up.

"¡vamos! ¡apurarse!" Mario exclaims as they get into the raft. (come on! hurry!)

"¡No, mija! ¡empújanos!" Jose instructs when Ana starts to climb in. (no, darling! push us!)

Ana obeys, struggling as she pushes the raft into the water, having to fight the waves. Her long skirt is soaking in the sea water and the police run into the water to grab them. Finally Ana gets past the waves, moving to climb into the raft.

One of the policemen grab her skirt to hold her back while Mario scratches at Ana's hand. The poorly sewn skirt rips and Ana is able to climb into the raft. Jose uses a paddle to move them further and further away from the police.

Ana looks down at her hand, seeing the scratches. Ana presumes that Mario was trying to help her into the raft. She looks back to see the police cursing and misses the disappointed look all four grandparents have.

[Timeskip]

"why did she trust Davion?" Harper asks, watching the sleeping Ana curled up on Tim's chest.

"she trusts people, it's her thing" Oscar replies.

"it almost got her killed" Harper sighs.

"but it saved her" Oscar argues.

"what?" Harper asks.

"Stone in the corner was the one who found where she was being burned alive" Oscar points out. "and why'd you save her, Stone?"

"because she trusts me, when no one else does" Stone replies.

"her trust, it's a double edged sword" Tim murmurs, gently petting Ana's head, which earns him Ana cuddling more into him.

"damnit" Harper curses.

"we already knew that, that's not the problem" Angela realizes.

"what is?" Lucy asks.

"Ana trusts everyone she meets and Davion is supposedly the first person to betray that trust, but the question is, are there others who don't deserve her trust? others who could be anywhere" Angela explains.

"including in this room" Tim finishes, clutching Ana closer to his chest.