Annie Walker found herself in front of the toilet early Tuesday morning. The nausea had come as quite a shock; Annie never got sick. She wasn't allowed. She hoped it was just food poisoning and that it would pass over quickly.

August Anderson woke up to an empty bed. His hands searched the sheets, finding nothing.

"Annie?" He called, curious.

No answer. Auggie sat up, tuning his ears for any unusual noises. The house was dead silent.

"Annie?!" He called again, slightly more worried now.

"In the bathroom," she answered.

"You had me troubled there for a second, Walker." He said, heading to the bathroom.

"Sorry Auggie."

Auggie's nose picked up on the scent as soon as he crossed the threshold of the bathroom.

"Oh." Then to Annie he said, "You okay?"

"Fine. I think it's just food poisoning."

"Well let's hope that's all, need I remind you we're supposed to be on a plane to Argentina in less than six hours?"

"I'm fine really. I'm starting to feel better already," Annie insisted.

Just then, Auggie heard a noise that was about as bad as seeing it, if not worse.

"You sure? I can call Joan to send someone else." Auggie reminded her, concerned.

"I'm okay, really. Don't worry about me."

"I worry about you every day." He told her sincerely.

"You don't need to."

"Says the CIA agent who spends more time international than she does in her own country. The same woman who sees more guns than she does coffee cups."

Annie stood up then and playfully slugged Auggie on the shoulder. He chuckled and put his arms around her, pulling her close. He leaned in to kiss her, but pulled back before their lips touched.

"What?" Annie asked, confused.

Instead of answering, Auggie moved his hand toward the sink, picked up a small object, and held it in front of where he was sure Annie's face was.

"Sorry, Walker. You reek."

Annie grimaced. She didn't have to be blind to know that.

"I suppose I'll have to work on that then, won't I?" She chuckled, taking the toothbrush from him.

Auggie laughed too. "Yeah I guess." He leaned down, kissed her on the top of the head, and then left her in the bathroom alone.

"Walker, you hungry?" Auggie called from the kitchen as Annie finished up in the bathroom.

"See, this is one of the times I wish you could see the look on my face." She answered as she walked in.

"Oh, right. Food poisoning. Sorry."

Annie opened her mouth to respond but was hit with another wave of nausea. She ran to the sink, making it in the nick of time.

She wiped her face on a paper towel and turned to Auggie, who looked concerned. "Are you sure you don't want me to ask Joan to send someone else?"

Annie bit her lip. She was never one to back down from a mission. But she was starting to doubt her capabilities to go out in the field that day. How was she supposed to turn a target, when she couldn't even hold down her breakfast? But, this was Annie. She knew what she had to do.

"No, I can do it." She said confidently.

"Whole armies," he muttered.

Auggie sat at the back of the plane, waiting for Annie to return from her trip to the bathroom. The mission had been simple, the target had been easily turned, and they were on their way home. He was amazed at how well she had hid her stomach problems. However, since this was her fifth trip to the bathroom in the last two hours, he knew she wasn't over whatever bug she had just yet.

Soon enough Annie returned to her seat beside Auggie.

"Annie," he began.

"Don't." She warned him. "It's not what you think."

"Then what is it?" He pressed.

"I've just had a lot of water I guess."

Auggie leaned in close. "I don't believe you." He breathed.

All her years of CIA training and Annie couldn't come up with anything to say. She was too distracted by the man mere inches away from her face. Auggie was slightly surprised when Annie met his lips with her own. He smiled into the kiss, well she was right, she must be over whatever illness had hit her that morning, he thought. He pulled back from the kiss, leaning his head back against the seat.

A few minutes later, Auggie had an idea. "What do you think about meeting my brother?"

No answer. "Annie?"

Auggie listened hard and discovered her even breathing. He realized she must have been asleep. So he grinned and kissed her on the head before leaning his head back again to doze for a few minutes himself.

Auggie didn't dream often anymore. And when he did, he didn't usually see images. He did right after his accident. Back then he mostly dreamt about the accident. That was a nightmare he knew he'd never be able to shake. This time it wasn't a nightmare, but the image was just as vivid and unforgettable.

Realization hit him as he woke up. "Annie," he tried, hoping she was awake now.

"Auggie?"

"I don't think you had a stomach bug." He stated, turning to the sound of her voice.

Annie was silent for a few moments. She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes, not that it really mattered. "I know." She whispered.

"Annie I think you might – " He started, finding her hand and taking it in his own.

"Be pregnant?" She squeezed his hand. "Yeah, I've thought about it too."

"And?" He squeezed back.

"And I'm buying a test as soon as we get in D.C."