Authors Note: Please be gentile, as this is my first piece of fiction (Fanfiction or otherwise) I have ever written, much less put out for public display. I haven't even let my husband read the whole thing. This will end up a short, multi-chapter (5 to be exact) and all the chapters are written. I will probably post one a day or maybe more. I'll see how I feel. I also have a really long CA Annie/Auggie fic that I am working on that will get posted eventually. It is over 20,000 words at the moment and not even half way yet but I hate to post things when I am not sure when I will get them done. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer:At this point, the bank owns my house and my car and I don't even really own my own education (student loans after all) so why would anyone think I own something that makes money like Covert Affairs?

Chapter 1

14:30 EST Friday

Danielle Brooks opened her phone as she left the dentist's office and noticed her missed call. Her Friday was shaping up to be a doosey and she really, really hoped it wasn't more bad news. When her sister's named popped up however, she just knew it was going to be. Annie never left a message when it wasn't bad news.

"Alright Anne Katherine Walker. What kind of trouble are you in now?" she said out loud to herself as she entered her password to access the message left by her sister.

"Dani, I really need your help," her sisters voice sounded anxious, almost nervous as she continued, "I can't explain right now but I need you to come and help me. There will be a plane ticket waiting for you at the Southwest Airlines desk leaving from Dulles at 1 pm tomorrow. I know this doesn't leave you much time but you'll just have to trust me. I need you to do this. Pack the basics and bring a nice dress. It will only be the one night; I promise you will be back before the girls need to go to bed on Sunday. Don't tell anyone about this, please, just trust me that it is important. There will be someone to pick you up at baggage claim when you arrive, and just follow any instructions I leave for you at that point. I won't be able to answer my phone for a while so please don't let me down. I really need you tomorrow. I love you Dani. Thanks."

"What!" Danielle was practically yelling as she snapped her phone shut. "You have got to be kidding me! How can she think that I can just skip town to go and take care of her? Does she have no sense at all?" Her rant trailed off as she got in the car and opened her phone again. "Michael, I have got some bad and very infuriating news. Annie's in trouble and I need to go rescue her. Oh, knowing her, she fell in love with another stranger and has gotten herself stranded. Apparently she has a plane ticket waiting for me at Dulles for tomorrow at noon and she didn't say where I am going. Yeah, I know, but she is my sister and she has come through for us before. I know, I know, but she promised that I'll be back by Sunday night so all you have to do is keep the girls out of trouble until I get back. I'll see you tonight and we can talk more. I have to go and get the girls and I can't talk and drive. I love you too. Bye"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the country...

11:30 PST Friday

Thomas Anderson knew that he was going to be late for his lunchtime meeting. There was really no way around it. He had to land this account or his month was sunk as far as sales figures would go, and showing up late to the meeting with three of the company's VP's was not going to help his cause.

"Damn! How did I miss that call?" he said under his breath as he pulled out his phone in an attempt to inform the other meeting attendees of his soon-to-be tardiness. "It was Aug? And he left a message. That can't be good."

The Anderson boys had a strict phone call/message-leaving policy: if you call and the other party doesn't answer, you only leave a message if it is important. Otherwise, you wait for the unavailable party to call back at a more convenient time. This was a rule that the boys stuck to very closely. As a matter of fact, it came to Thomas's mind at this point that the last time any of the brother's had left a message on his phone was, some six years previous, to tell him that he needed to get on the first flight to Walter Reed because the youngest of the brood, Auggie, was coming home from Iraq injured. That was the whole message, left by the oldest brother, Nathan, and it sent Thomas into a a near frantic panic.

"God," he thought out loud, "I hope this is better news than the last Anderson message."

As soon as he heard his brother's voice, however, he felt his stomach tighten with concern. "Tom, it's Aug. I can't explain this right now but I need you to do exactly what I am about to tell you. Pack for an overnight and bring a suit. Head to SFO tomorrow and go to the Southwest Airlines desk. There will be a ticket for you for a flight that will leave there at 16:35. When you get off, there will be someone waiting for you. Just follow the instructions I will leave for you from that point on. I know this seems ridiculous, but you'll just have to trust me. I really need you to come through for me. Thanks man."

"Damn it Aug! Like I really needed this right now." Whatever trouble his little brother had gotten himself into, it was going to have to wait until after this lunch meeting. August Anderson had better hope that this deal went through or, blind or not, he was going to feel the wrath of his older brother one more time.

Thanks for reading!