A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at FanFic. I just discovered this show a few weeks ago, and I've become slightly obsessed with it. I am not sure how often I will be able to post due to a demanding school life, but I will do my best to make it at least every two weeks. Please don't come after me with pitchforks if I'm late.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I had an Auggie.
"Annie! We're coming for you. I'm coming for you. I'm getting you out of there as soon as possible. Please, be strong."
She could hear the desperation in her best friend's voice, currently loud and clear in her head. It was good to know that the tech in her ear was still functional despite the blow she took earlier that knocked her out cold. Plus, that voice would always comfort her. She needed that comfort now more than ever as her captor leaned over her, smiling viciously down into her face.
"This is going to be fun. I've never had the pleasure of entertaining a CIA agent before." Did she detect a Russian accent? He thrust one fist into her hair, pulled her head up off the cold, cement floor, and smashed it back into the ground. She could actually feel her brain sloshing back and forth in her skull. A sticky wetness began to pool under her head, too, and she let out a low groan from the pain.
"Annie? Are you okay? Oh, God. Annie?" Auggie's voice filtered through the pain.
Cringing, Annie realized the two-way nature of the ear bud meant Auggie was going to hear everything that happened to her from here on out. He was going to listen as she was tortured - he would never stop listening to the feed no matter how gruesome it got, because he always had her back. At this realization, the relief she'd felt knowing she was still connected to Langley completely dissipated, and she began wishing that the earlier scuffle had damaged the radio.
Her captor continued to taunt her, but she paid no attention to what he was actually saying, choosing instead to take stock of her current predicament and outline her options. She wasn't sure where she was being held, so she couldn't communicate that intel to Auggie; she didn't know who grabbed her or why, so she couldn't pick a game plan of what to say and what not to say. The only thing she could do now was to minimize the damage to Auggie and make sure whoever had her knew she wouldn't be cooperating. Maybe if she got him angry, he'd make a mistake and say something Auggie could use. She resolved that she would not be making any noises of pain. She knew that it would drive her insane, literally, to sit there and listen to the sounds of Auggie being tortured and be completely unable to do something. She would not do that to him.
"Annie, I'm so sorry. Please hang in there."
"We're going to start out easy. What were you doing in Moscow?" Ah, so he was Russian. FSB?
"Sightseeing."
At her response, he tightened his grip on her hair and with his other hand he began squeezing her windpipe. "You will talk. Or I will get creative." Her vision began to blur and she could feel her heartbeat pounding in her skull. Right at the point where she was sure she was going to pass out, she felt him release. "What were you doing in Moscow?"
"I was going to meet my boyfriend and we were going to tour the Kremlin and Red Square." He backhanded her so hard that the noise reverberated off the wall and lights flashed behind her eyes. Instead of crying out, she held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut.
He continued to interrogate her, punctuating each of her answers with a punch or a kick. Her body burned and throbbed all over. Whether it had continued for hours or just a few minutes, she wasn't sure. Each hit had her digging her fingernails into her palms, trying to refocus the pain and help her concentrate on not making any noise. With each thump, Auggie whispered to her that she was going to be okay, that help was coming.
"These are the easy questions. It's only going to get more difficult for you from here." He hit her again. "Let's make this a little more interesting, shall we?" At this, he met her gaze and there was a psychotic glint in his eyes that told her he didn't really care about her answers; he was just enjoying this. He stood up from his position where he had been straddling her chest, and started moving toward the door. He looked back down at her and laughed. "Don't go anywhere." He tapped on the heavy steel door, and it began opening from the outside. So much for that being a possible avenue of escape. As he slipped through the door and it closed, Annie breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn't get hit for a few minutes.
"Auggie?"
"Annie! Oh thank God. I'm working as fast as I can. I should have people –"
"Auggie!" She cut him off. "Listen to me. I need you to do me a favor."
"Anything."
"I need you to turn off the comms but keep them recording. I need to know you're not listening."
"Anything but that."
"Auggie. I need you to focus on getting a team out here. Listening to what's going on with me will just distract you and slow you down. I will be fine." The lie rolled off her tongue smoothly. She knew it was going to get a lot worse for her before the team got there. Her plan to get her captor to slip up and reveal information they could use meant that she was going to be in a world of hurt.
"No, Annie. I'm not leaving you all alone in this. I will be with you every step of the way. I have your GPS coordinates from the comm. I've developed an extraction plan, and we're implementing it now. Jai should be there soon. I just need you to hold on."
"It's okay. Please, Auggie. I need you to stop listening."
"Absolutely not."
