A/N: This was in the back of my mind for some time now. Although I'm a die hard Auggie fan, someone had to show us what had happened those four months before any got back from the cold. So I tried. Not sure if this is going to be a one shot or not, but it's short. Some of the dialogue is from the show, the rest of it is mine. Sadly, I don't own Covert Affairs. If I did, it would still be on. Enjoy. :)


"Why don't you join me and find out?" Eyal said, that sly smile on his face.

"The last time a guy asked me to run away with him, it didn't end very well." Annie answered, unable to avoid thinking about Simon, about all that she and Eyal went through since then. "Besides, I need to get home, put down some roots."

"For now," It was Eyal's time to seem hopeful. His smile a lot more sincere now. "Timing is everything, Neshama," he continued, "But one day, you and I will be sitting somewhere, looking at the sun set, thinking nothing at all. Maybe not this boat in Greece, but one day. And that will be a lovely evening!"

Annie ran that speech over and over in her head, a million times. A little to avoid thinking about Auggie, because, well, her heart was already broken, and thinking of him was like keeping that dull knife right in the middle of it. It was over, and it was better like that. He would be better without her. She sighted, and thought about that boat in Greece again. The latest intel she got placed him in Israel, but still, she thought about Greece.

She really had nowhere to go, now that the mission was over. Henry was dead, and her broken heart was proof enough for her that she might follow shortly. Well, officially, she was already dead. And she wasn't even thinking about Caulder and the very public shoot out. She was dead the minute this all started, since she sat across Wilcox at that damned dinner, and opened that file. Since she went dark. At least a heart attack was better than getting two shots to the chest in an elevator, right? Who was she trying to kid; death was death, it didn't really matter how you die.

Again, her thought strayed, and came back to Auggie. She knew she could never go back to him. She loved him, maybe more than she loved herself. She really loved him, but too much has happened and she was too damaged. She wasn't even capable of using the present tense, of saying she still loves him. She must let it in the past, otherwise her already broken heart would break even more.

There was only one person she could count on right now, who was as damaged as she was. Who have lost a lot, gave up a lot for his agency, for his country. He didn't lose his sight, but he lost his family, his wife, his chance of a normal life. Maybe she could offer him something. Not herself, because she didn't think that there was much of her to offer, but she could give him a couple of days.

She was exhausted and it was going to be a long flight to Israel, and she convinced herself it would be worth it. After all, everything looks better in Israel. She might not love him, but maybe he'd love her enough for both of them. "Timing is everything, Neshamá". She heard his voice inside her head again. Maybe he was right; maybe they will finally get to that beautiful sunset. She only hoped he's settle for what was left of her.

Besides, Eyal's medical background could help her right now. He would know how to get her help though back channels, off the books. Because that heart disease could not be mentioned in her file. He would help her, because he loved her. She was sure he loved her. They've saved each other so many times, maybe he could save her again. And this time she was not thinking solely about her heart, in the physical sense. Maybe he'd be able to heal her, the way she hoped Auggie could, a small voice in her head tried to tell her, and was properly squashed. She was not going to think about Auggie anymore. She concentrated on finding Eyal.

She poured herself into tons of information, maps, off-the-books reports. Finding him would be the hardest part, especially if he was telling the truth about leaving Mossad, at least on record. He was too much like her to really quit, he'd always have strings there.

Two weeks later, she was able to find his safe-house, and after a couple of days, she managed to get inside. She was waiting for him to check-in, which she noticed he did everyday, to make her presence known. Her heart was almost coming out of her chest, from nervousness. Here she was, yet again, going to him for help, and afraid this time he would deny her. God knows how much trouble she got him into in the brief 4 years they've met. Yet, he never disappointed her. "Maybe not this boat in Greece, but one day. And it would be a lovely evening." Well, she couldn't be furthest from a boat in Greece than where she was right now. It was not here first time in Israel, nor her first time with him in Israel, but she had high hopes for the next couple of weeks.

She heard the keys in the door, and took a deep breath to steady her. Eyal came inside, placed this keys and wallet in the side table, by the door, and froze. She may be different, dark hair, mirroring her spirits, her soul, but he would recognize her anyway. He slowly turned around, not really believing she was in Israel, not to mention inside his apartment. His safe apartment. Well, from the looks of it, not that safe. He'd need to find another safe house soon.

He drank her in, the new colors, the new posture, the same beautiful eyes, even if they had lost their innocence. He could feel the sadness and the emptiness emanating from her, even from afar. But she was here, in his house, within reach.

The surprise must have showed on his face, because she smiled and graced him with his own words from a couple of years ago. "Sorry to drop in unannounced. I didn't have your phone number." She said, remembering his line from when he rescued her from that Russian prison. She allowed a minute for him to really look at her, to drink her in, and when she saw the smile reaching his eyes, and she continued: "You weren't doing anything today, were you?"

Eyal took a couple of steps in her direction, but stopped half way, keeping some distance. "I distinctly remember a promise of a lovely evening, seeing the sun set. I think you're a bit late, Neshamá." He answered, trying to temper his heart. He wanted to pull her into his arms, but decided to let her lead. He didn't want to override any boundaries. He learned too early where her heart lies, and even if she's here right now, she would never be completely his. He knew that. And heaven help him, because this time he would allow him to be selfish, and keep her with him. He had lost her to other men too many times.

They stood like that, just looking at each other, weighting words and reactions, formulating plans for a while. Annie gathered her courage, took a deep breath, and jumped head first.

"I need your help, Eyal." She whispered, hoping he would not turn her away.

"I'm yours, Annie." He said, losing the internal battle, and closing the distance between them. He engulfed her in a tight hug, kissed her crown, and repeated softly in between sweet kisses on her hair, her forehead. "I've always been yours".

He didn't even have enough time to enjoy her. Her first episode happened in the middle of the night, right after he finished worshiping her body. In the beginning, he thought the breathlessness was due to a very rough, very satisfying round of sex. But the shortness of breath kept going, and the deep breaths she was taking weren't helping. She started to panic when she couldn't calm herself down, and the pain intensified. She felt like her heart would give up any second now, and a part of her believe it was due to the guilt she was currently feeling. She should have been honest with him, should have told him why she was here, before he disappeared in thin air. But she got caught up in the moment, with strong, lean arms protecting and caressing her, soft, yet demanding lips trying to make for forget the world.

He made her feel alive, fell clean. Even loved. Too many years of built up energy between them to slow down. They were frantic, she was frantic, his touches lightning a fire inside her she was not able to deny. She should have paced herself, she knew the risks. But she was so far gone that she let him consume her. Until she was not able to breathe anymore.

"Jesus, you weren't kidding when you said you needed, my help" He told her.