Okay, I've been wanting to write a long CA story...and so far this is what I've come up with.

I don't own anything...sadly this includes Auggie

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September 2010

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From the moment he got her to crack, Annie didn't realize that she had been hitting Auggie. That was, not until after he had already wrapped his arms around her, pining her arms to her sides. He wasn't doing this to keep her from hitting him, he was doing it to comfort her.

And here he is again, she thought to herself as she looked at her friend. Annie wasn't sure if bringing someone to Ben's funeral was the most tactful thing to do, but Auggie put up a damn good fight and if she was going to be completely honestly with herself, she didn't want to go alone.

Or with Jai, who she hadn't spoken a word to since Sri Lanka, but there he stood a few feet from them playing the role of a college friend.

What was Annie's role? Friend, colleague, whatever she decided to tell the first person who asked her, it didn't really matter. Who was gonna call her out on it?

No one.

So, there she stood, quietly holding onto Auggie. Not only for his sake, but her own as well. Auggie had been her unending well of moral support. She found solace is his presence. He was there, unquestioningly, through this entire ordeal, even when she didn't want him to be, but deep down she knew it was better that he was there.

As she looked around she saw Ben. His nose, his hair, his chin, his lips. She saw his eyes glancing back at her on multiple occasions. Family members.

Overall the funeral wasn't packed, but there were enough people there that obviously missed and cared for the man they were now burying.

Burying.

Annie wasn't entirely sure if she was ready for this. The seeing of others who were connected to Ben beyond the CIA, the lying that would have to take place the moment she spoke to anyone…if anyone spoke to her. She was kinda hoping no one would bother.

"Annie, its okay." Auggie quietly whispered to her. It took her a moment to realize why. She was shaking, "Just breathe. You've got to breathe."

And she did. She just breathed as they lowered she dead lover into the ground. She breathed as everyone of his family members walked away from her, from him.

Except one, and older woman who looked to be in her late sixties stood staring into the ground.

Willing herself to walk, to leave, to do anything but stay where she was, Annie took a few steps forward only to be met with the gaze of Ben's blue eyes.

"Hello," the older woman said with a smile…not a bright cheery one, but one that you reserve specifically for this type of situation.

"Hi," Annie hurriedly replied, "I'm Annie…this is Auggie, we were friends of Ben's…from work. We heard what happened and we've come to give or condolences." it was one of the longest sentences Annie had strung together for a while that didn't including screaming of some kind.

"Thank you for taking the time, I'm Ben's mother, Sylvia Mercer."

"We're sorry for your loss Sylvia, " Auggie added with a kind nod and an awkward handshake before he unfolded his cane and quietly excused himself. Annie assumed he thought this was something she needed to do on her own. Or else he was trying to save himself. She was almost completely positive that it was the former, mainly because the latter was flat out mean.

"Annie is it, you seem like a nice girl. How exactly did you say you knew my Ben?"

"We worked together." Annie replied nervously as she moved a bit closer to Sylvia.

"Ah, you've probably seen more of him recently then any of us have….Literally, not a single phone call for years, and then this-…It's just hard."

Annie just nodded, she didn't want to say she understood for fear of sounding tactless. After all, she wasn't a mother and she wasn't burying her wayward son.

"Did you like him, Annie?" Sylvia said with an oddly knowing look in her eye.

"…He was a great guy." Annie replied with a sad smile.

"That's good to hear. I have a feeling," Sylvia started as she unexpectedly took Annie's hands in hers, "That if he ever brought you home, I would've loved you as he did."

"How did you-"

"I'm a mother, we know these things. Now, if you ever need to talk or anything, I'm sure you can figure out how to contact me. I'd like to get to know you, but for now I have to go to the reception. You're welcome to-"

"No, I couldn't."

"Its fine, I understand. Don't hesitate to call if you ever need anything. even if its just to talk," And with that, Sylvia walked away.

If Annie didn't know any better, she'd say that that was the strangest conversation of her life.

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November 2010

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"How are you feeling?" Arthur questioned, looking over the man who once again sat across from him.

"Well, lets just say that after taking two to the back a month and a half ago…I'm feeling spectacular." Ben Mercer replied with a voice that lacked his normal amount of breath control despite being laced with sarcasm.

"I hope you were kept comfortable?" Arthur asked conversationally.

"I was. Though, some visitors would've been nice, but I suppose we can always get what we want. Anyway, Arthur, how've you been?"

"I've been a bit confused about the events that took place in Sri Lanka. See, according to both of the reports written by Operatives Wilcox and Walker, you were seen excepting cash in exchange for transferring the Professor yourself. Now, I'm sure you of all people realize how that looks to us."

Ben's face lit up with an absentminded grin as he gingerly leaned forward, placing his cuffed wrists on the interrogation table, "Did the reports also mention how I saved the lives of both Wilcox and Walker?"

"Yes they did, but seeing as that could've been you trying to save your own ass, I don't believe its relevant to the inquiry at hand. Now, what exactly were you planning to do once you recovered the Professor from the opposition? To whom were you going to deliver him?"

"I was going to take him safely to the CIA operatives on the ground-"

"Then why didn't you inform Operatives Wilcox and Walker before you set off on your own to reacquire the asset?"

"I felt that it'd be safer to go alone. The enemy knew me from my past cover and I didn't want to risk bringing unknowns with me-"

"You had to have known that they would follow you."

Ben let out a small laugh, "I didn't. I had no idea there was a tracker on me. Annie's learned quickly I guess."

"You believe Walker placed a tracker on you. Why?"

"It's the only explanation I've been able to come up with."

It was Arthur's turn to grin, "Actually, according to Walker she didn't mean the place a tracker on you. In fact, you placed it on yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Your charming pair of matching bracelets. You took hers and her tracker by mistake."

"She was being tracked? By who?"

"A friend, he didn't exactly ask us for permission either." Arthur sighed leaning back on his chair before continuing, "Look, you know who you're up against. You know that in time we'll figure out every move you've made over the past two years, it's pretty obvious that you're currently working as a mercenary. You know we're far from stupid and that there are holes in your story. So, how about you make it easier on everyone and just tell us who hired you for this and previous jobs, as well as exactly what they were planning to do with the Professor's technology."

"Really Arthur, if I was in fact working for someone else, what would possibly make you think that getting me to talk would be this easy?"

"As they say, you catch more flies with honey. I'm giving you the choice here Ben. To the rest of the world, you're dead. The few who know of your continuing existence are ready to do what is necessary to get the information we need."

Again Ben laughed, "I'll take it that's a guarantee."

"You can count on it."

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I'm not really into spy stuff so I honestly have no idea what I'm gonna end up doing with this other than the inevitable Auggie/ Annie and making Ben a bad guy lol. What? I'm not a Ben fan ok? Anyway, if you feel like maybe leaving a review that contains some kind of idea that I might end up using I'll totally credit you lol. And that sounds terrible.

Sooooo... possible future co authors, please review :).