AN Okay, don't pelt me with flaming ropes or anything, please. This is my first fanfic, I simply couldn't stay away. I'm simply in love with Covert Affairs and Mr. August Anderson. I would certainly pay a lot of money to own one for myself. I'm sure you hear that a lot, maybe you even think so yourself. But, I mean, look at him! How could you not?
DISCLAIMER I do not own Covert Affairs, Auggie, or any of the other characters. Oh, so sad...
She could feel the ropes cutting the circulation off of her wrists. The world around her was dark, the cloth digging into her face. This must be what Auggie sees. Pain ricocheted through her chest as the name echoed through her skull. Auggie, I'm sorry. Not that he would know. Not that he would ever know. Chances were slim she was going to make it out of here alive. Chances were even slimmer that he would talk to her again.
Against her will, the images of the fight popped to the front of her mind, drawing tears to her eyes. Her head hung, chin touching her chest as the blindfold grew wet with her tears. Her tears of regret. "Annie, calm down," his voice was calm on the surface, but she could hear the anger shaking just below the surface. He wasn't the only one who had learned to read the other effectively. "No, Auggie, I won't calm down! You lied to me, you are the leak!" She could feel the tears springing to her eyes and she tried to grab ahold of herself. Auggie would catch the tremor in her voice. "I told you Annie, I'm not the leak. You have to believe me." Believe him? How could she believe him? Not only was he sleeping with the enemy, she had caught him on the phone with her several times. And from what she could tell, he was rolling over and begging her to scratch his belly, offering information important to the CIA to get her to do it. "I can't, Auggie, I can't. I thought you were better than this. I thought I could trust you. I thought I could fin..." her shaking voice trailed off as she backed away, her hand covering her mouth, tears flowing freely down her face. She turned away once she was far enough that he couldn't reach out and grab her. "Oh, Annie,"
His voice faded into oblivion as her sobbing picked up. They racked her body and she was shaking against her restraints. Only the robes tied tightly around her body kept her from falling forward onto the dirt floor of her holding cell. She didn't know where she was, not even the faintest idea. The world around her was dark and the only things she could smell were mold and moisture. Underground. I have to be underground. The idea hit her like a ton of bricks. Even if someone was trying to locate her, they wouldn't be able to. The only thing other than the smell she noticed was the chill. Almost as soon as the thought registered in her mind, it registered in her body. No longer was she only shaking from crying, but now from cold. Cold and somethig else: fear.
Fingers drummed against his desk, Mingus playing in his ears. The easy jazz filtered his thoughts into subcategories. What to deal with now, and what to deal with later. Unfortunately, as his aching ego told him, Annie was filed under now. Sighing heavily, the music jerked to an abrupt halt with a light press of his finger. The glass of his desk was smooth under his hand as he inched it towards his lazer cane before removing the headphones from his head. This wasn't going to be easy, but he missed the sound of her kitten heels and her Jo Malone Grapefruit. It was like the oxygen was missing from his life with her gone from his side. How could you let yourself get this close to her, you moron? You don't deserve her love. You're selfish, you're greedy, you're inconsiderate. You want her all to yourself, she will never belong to you, you bastard. The thoughts were true, in his opinion. He didn't deserve the love of such a wonderful woman, she deserved better than a lonely blind man. Hell, he couldn't even compliment her beauty, only her smell. That wouldn't suffice forever.
The green light swept the floor of the DPD and he dodged other agents. No one tried to stop him to talk to him, they could see the determination etched on his face. But her desk was empty. Her smell was faint, she hadn't visited it today. She hadn't been to her desk since leaving friday, and then she'd been to his to offer him a ride home, which of course, he had accepted. Maybe it had been better he hadn't, then they never would have fought, she wouldn't be mad with him. Would she?
"She's not here, August," Jai's voice cut through his thoughts before the arguement could play itself in his head. He felt himself tense as he turned toward the other man. His head cocked to the side as his sightless eyes jerked towards the direction of his voice. "I'm assuming you know where she is, Jai?"
"Last I saw she was talking to Joan. You might wanna try her." And without another word, Joan's office was his next destination. He had to fix things with Annie. He felt like his world was falling apart, she hadn't even said hello to him. Of course it was bound to happen in the midst of a fight. She would remain angry with him until things were fixed. And this time, it was him that would have to do the fixing. Her crying, the sound was awful. It grated his heart, ripping it to pieces. Such a horrible sound, the thing he hated most was her crying. It made it worse that it was his fault she had cried, his fault the saline had leaked from her eyes. Leak, that was what had started it all, and now he feared he had lost the one person he could truly trust.
He didn't bother knocking, she would know he was coming. In fact, she was leaning against her desk waiting for him. Her presence was much closer to the door than usual. "Joan, where's Annie?" His voice was the only sound inside the office.
"She's not here Auggie. She's on a mission," something in her voice didn't sound right, something that he could barely detect. "Why wasn't I informed," not a question, he was sure she could hear the desperation he tried to hide. Seemed like Annie was always able to fry his emotions. She had removed something without meaning to, leaving him raw and vulnerable. His emotions open for anyone to see. "She asked me not to tell you." It was all he was going to get, and he knew it. He turned sharply, nearly bumping into the wall. A shuffling of clothing was behind him, but he waved Joan off. Right now, he didn't want to be touched. If Annie wanted to play this game, then so be it.