Author's Note: Of course, I'm going to start a Covert Affairs WIP. I mean, don't you guys know me? When I get into a new show or movie, WIPs are born. Just look at my earlier stories. Okay, this story exists due to a line that came to me in a dream. Seriously. You'll know what it is when you read it. A Squared's going undercover with a side of Wilcox…no, not like that! I wouldn't do that to you guys.

IMPORTANT: I've never seen Jersey Shore but I've heard all the jokes (and I go to school with some wannabes) so I know what stereotypes to use. That being said, what little hatred I have is equal opportunity. The only group of humans that I am racist towards are stupid humans and stupidity is the only thing that blurs color lines...well, other than art, music, good food, and great sex. My point is if you're going to flame, flame the story, not the writer. I probably don't even have to worry about that with you guys though…

This story is a CMW2 story so there will be sex, there will drama, there will be sex, there will be dark somewhat crude humor, there will be sex, there will be sweet shipper moments and as always and most importantly, there will be sex…hot, sweaty, A/A sex but not immediately. So, strap in, enjoy the ride, and let's hope that our heroes don't end up fist pumped to death.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

Annie Walker sat down in the conference room and started wringing her hands nervously. It was bad enough when Joan called but when Arthur Campbell called her phone, demanding that she come in immediately at 5AM, it made her want to throw up. Or start looking at the newspaper classifieds. What was going on and more importantly, what did she do wrong?

The door opened and her eyes nearly fell out of her head as Auggie Anderson came in. It wasn't like she wasn't happy to see him but he got called in, too? What did they do now?

"Annie?" he asked gently, trying to pinpoint her location.

"Hi, Auggie." she replied as she put her hand on her usual place on his arm.

"Hi. What did we do now?"

It really was a legitimate question. The Morgue had been the first of many misadventures involving them and they were now known as the "Lucy and Ethel" of the DPD. Their antics always led to the case/crisis being solved but Arthur may not be as understanding as Joan was…

"I was hoping you knew. Were you here already?"

Unlike her, he was dressed in work attire. He had on a pair of black dress pants, dress shoes and a grey button down. Unthinkingly, she noted how nice his body was through the clothes but she shook it off. Now was not the time to be entertaining such thoughts, what with possible unemployment on the table. God, she wished she looked a little better right now…

Annie had on a pair of red flannel pajama pants, a white tank top, and her grey hoodie. Her hair was loose and barely contained by the headband she had hurriedly put on. Her "kitten heels" had been forgone in favor of her grey Birkenstocks and she knew that she looked completely unprofessional. But, Mr. Campbell had said immediately. When Arthur Campbell said immediately, he meant it!

"Yeah, I was sorting out some reports and it turned into an all nighter. Are you in your pajamas?" he chuckled with a light tug at her flannel.

She smiled and shrugged, guiding him to the chair next to her before crossing to the coffee pot.

"Mr. Campbell said immediately and I put deodorant on. Coffee?"

"Always."

The next person to enter the room was Jai Wilcox. He had on a suit as always and he sat down on the other side of the table without a greeting to either one of them. That was fine by her. Annie didn't trust him at all. She would work with him and even flirt a little but nothing substantial. Plus, Auggie didn't like him, which was a huge red flag. Her best friend could find common ground with anyone and he wasn't one for unnecessary enmity. If Auggie didn't like or at least respect someone, then there was something wrong with them and that made Annie's walls go up even higher.

"Do you know what we're here for?" Auggie asked him with the frosted edge he provoked.

"No.", he replied just as civilly. "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."

Annie brought Auggie his coffee (a splash of half and half and 6 packs of sugar) and sat down with her own, meeting Wilcox's significant look with one of her own.

Get it yourself. I don't like you. I like Auggie so I made him coffee. Screw you.

He did so and Annie glanced at the clock before rolling her eyes. 5:35. She should've known. After all, immediately didn't apply to the powers that be…

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her iPod and put one bud in Auggie's ear and the other in hers before turning on her Mingus playlist. He squeezed her hand in thanks and she unconsciously matched her breathing to his as minutes ticked by. Auggie was comforting and her port in the storm of the CIA.

By the looks on both Campbells and a new woman's faces when they finally came in, Annie knew that she'd need him more than ever. She shut off the iPod and Auggie handed her ear bud back before straightening in his seat.

"Good morning." Mr. Campbell greeted. "I've called the three of you in because you are the best that the DPD has to offer in terms of experience, technical skills, and field work. We have a problem."

Joan passed them files and Annie immediately began to read. It was a case file and dossier involving one Carmine Angelnetti. He was a party boy turned informant on the Jersey Shore. The people he informed on were mobsters with bases in New York City and Boston. They got into everything from stealing cars to human trafficking. How did Carmine know all this? His big brother, Anthony. Carmine was the baby of the family and the one deemed to be "stupid but sweetly loyal". Everyone told him stuff because they figured that he'd never flip on them.

Carmine was different because he had a conscience and a sense of decency. His tip had helped rescue the daughter of a diplomat from Prague from the stripper poles and the CIA and FBI had taken him in for his Intel. Now, he was back on the Shore and people were looking for him.

"So, basically, you guys want me, Jai, and Auggie to make sure that this guy doesn't get dead and take down a big part of the Eastern Seaboard's organized crime at the same time?"

"Got it in one, Annie." Joan praised in her coolly affectionate way.

Later on, Auggie would tell her that the next "Annie-ism" that she came up with had everyone in the tech department on the floor laughing but her sleepy brain made the words come out before she could think.

"But, Auggie's too smart to be a Guido! I mean, he's definitely cute enough but once he opens his mouth, we're screwed!" she protested.

The new woman cracked up laughing and Auggie bit his lower lip, trying not to join her. The slight smirks on Joan and Arthur's faces betrayed their own amusement and Wilcox glared at her.

"I can tell we're going to get along just fine, Ms. Walker. Mr. Wilcox here will take on the role as the Guido and Auggie will be your husband. You are a former Guidette who left the Shore and met Auggie, leaving Jai in the dust. I'm Madeline Smith from the FBI, by the way."

She shook the petite African American woman's hand and could feel Auggie's sightless gaze on her. She turned and saw him shaking with silent laughter.

"Shut up. You are." she insisted.

"So, you're saying that Wilcox isn't?" he questioned sweetly.

"Yes...uh, no! Well, I'm not saying he's stupid or anything like that but you and I both know that they'd nail you as a cop immediately. Have you even heard an episode of Jersey Shore?"

"Actually, I have. I listen to it when I need to feel better about myself. That and the Springer show." he replied bluntly.

She swatted him on the arm and he growled playfully, "Hit me harder baby, I like it.", making her laugh before Joan brought them back to the matter at hand.

As they listened to her lay out their plan, Annie failed to notice the calculating look on Arthur's face nor the annoyed one on Jai's.

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This presented a problem. Not the fact that he was going undercover (he missed it) but that Walker and Anderson were very, very close, closer than his assignment needed them to be. Of all the people in the building, she had latched onto Auggie and let him through her walls. He wasn't all the way in the fortress so to speak but he was in the courtyard while Jai was still at the drawbridge.

"Tell me about Walker and Anderson." Arthur prompted as he paced slowly by the window.

"Professionally or personally?"

"Both."

"Professionally, they are very competent. Their methods are unorthodox at times but at the end of the day, they get it done."

As much as the words left a bad taste in his mouth, Jai had to give them their props. In all his years of watching and being in the CIA, he had never seen such a cohesive pair of operatives in such a short period of time. What took years for most, they had pulled off in just 6 months.

"And personally?"

Jai thought about how comfortable they had been in the conference room and sighed quietly. Although Annie Walker had just been an assignment at first, Jai found himself entertaining thoughts of her in more than a friendly way.

"Very close. People in the DPD call them Lucy and Ethel and he's met her family. He usually joins them for dinner twice a month and her nieces know him as Uncle Auggie. They share the same taste in music and they take care of each other, bring each other coffee and food and he has been instructing her in hand to hand combat 4 times a week."

He had even observed them sharing the same sucker. She had popped it out of her mouth and he took into his with no hesitation as they stood at a team briefing.

"Are they sleeping together?"

That was the million dollar question. Jai was relatively sure that they weren't but it seemed to be only a matter of time…

"No, sir. Not yet. Should…should I take steps to prevent that?"

"No. If anything, you should draw them closer together. Perhaps the presence of another man will be just the push Mercer needs to surface…"

Jai was disappointed with the new orders but he would do his job.

The job outweighed any personal feelings and desires.