"Someone's trying to kill me." I say closing the door firmly behind me.
"Someone's always trying to kill you." Auggie says to me with a sigh.
"Shut up." I say ending the conversation. I see him roll his eyes at me from behind his computer screen, but I let it slide opting instead to grab something from the fridge.
I pull the door open revealing that we have three day old Chinese takeout and beer. I frown, rolling my eyes as far back into my head as they'll go. I close the fridge checking the schedule. Oops. I think to myself. It was my turn to go grocery shopping which meant that we would not be eating. Auggie had a secret stash of food hidden in the apartment somewhere but hell if I knew where it was. He would've made a great field agent if he could've gotten past the certain peril and Russian prisons thing.
Even if it had been his turn he knows I wouldn't complain. He's saved my stubborn ass three too many times for me to complain when he slips up. I open the fridge back up grabbing a beer and a container of Lo Mein. I kick the door shut behind me and sink down on the couch next to Auggie's desk. I resist the urge to bother him incessantly, and instead opt for a sneakier plan. I put my beer down on the coffee table and turn on the projector. I open up Netflix and start scrolling though action movies. I see Auggie perk up in my peripheral vision, but I don't acknowledge him.
We've been partners for two years, I know better than to acknowledge him when I want him to do something, I have to trick him into thinking it was his idea. I stop scrolling on Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, a movie I know he hates. "Do you know if this is any good?" I ask without turning my head. He looks up briefly his eyes go wide at the sight of the title on the screen.
"Don't watch that." He groans. Got him. I click over a few more pausing on titles with one star ratings. I periodically ask him about this title or that one. Each time he vetoes. He stands up from his computer grabbing a beer from the fridge and plopping down next to me on the couch. He snatches the remote out of my hand.
"Hey!" I complain halfheartedly "I was watching that."
"You are not watching that." He insists. I grab my Lo Main off the couch and reach in and grab a few noodles with my fingers. For all the things he is a stickler about Auggie has never had a problem with our complete lack of silverware. He continues searching through the titles intently looking for something he likes. He settles on the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie, turning towards me to ask my permission. I nod silently affirming his selection. I don't actually care what we watch but he needs to take a break and he can't be counted on to do it on his own.
He settles into the couch beside me sipping his beer. I take a swig of mine and lay back my back in the corner of the couch my feet a few inches from him.
He stares at the screen, I watch the worry lines fade from his forehead. Once he starts yelling at the screen I sink back to invest in the plot myself. We sit there in silence watching Pirate adventures play out across the screen.
"So someone's trying to kill you?" he questions during a lull in the action.
"Someone's always trying to kill me Auggie." I say echoing his earlier sentiment. He groans, and I indulge his curiosity. "Yeah, I think my cover with the Russians might be blown, someone took a couple shots at me on the drive home." I say as nonchalantly as possible. It has be rattled but it'll have him downright panicked.
He pauses the movie. Damn."Are you okay? How the hell did that happen? Why didn't you tell me that when you first got back? We're you followed? Did you call it in? Did you…"
"Whoa there Trebeck calm down, every thing's fine." I interrupt. He takes a breath his face returning to its normal coloration.
"Annie." He says calmly. I grunt in response. He taps my leg with his bottle, I meet his gaze "Don't get killed. It goes on my record." I laugh and gesture towards the movie. He presses play. I know he doesn't trust my judgment, but he lets it go for now.