Disclaimer: I don't own Covert Affairs, but you'd know if I did; Annie and Auggie would be hooking up by now and every episode would feature a shirtless Christopher Gorham, not just Communication Breakdown.

A/N: This is my first [posted] fan fiction. I hope it's alright, but if it's not you should definitely tell me!

The Decision

The door was unlocked and that didn't surprise Annie Walker. He'd called her after all. She pushed it open and walked into the blackness. After groping the wall for a switch, she flipped the lights on and then turned the lock. She wouldn't be leaving. Not until morning.

Softly, she called out, "Auggie?" He wasn't in the living room like he usually was when he was expecting her.

"Bedroom," was the strained reply. It was a change from only twenty minutes before. He'd sounded happy and flirty then.

Walking down the hall, she asked, "Are you alright, Auggie?", her heart pounding in fear of the answer.

"Fine, darling," he said. "Just come here, won't you?"

By this time, Annie was in his doorway. His room was a mess, but upon further inspection she saw that, as always, there was a system in place. Saying, "I'm here," she made her way through the maze of clothing, shoes, and other things. His closet was open and barren.

Auggie was sitting cross-legged on his bed smiling. "Perfect. We need to talk."

"Uh-oh," she said, sliding in facing him.

His grin widened as he pointed to a pile by the door. "That is the portion of my wardrobe that hasn't ended up in your closet. About seventy-five percent." He switched to the pile beside it."That's all of your clothes that wound up here. They took up fifty percent of my closet space." next came the shoes. "Two pairs of mine are at your place, and seven of yours are here."

"Auggie, where are you going with this, hun?" Annie asked warily.

The smile grew again, and Annie wondered why his face didn't break. Reaching out to where he sensed she was, he grabbed her hand with both of his. "Annie, love, I think it's time you moved in."

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

Auggie was prepared for shock, and immediately launched into a long-winded explanation. "The clothes aren't the only thing, you know. We've been going steady for a solid eight months now and you've got to admit-we're together six nights out of seven, usually. And that one night we're not...well, I never can sleep without you there. I-"

"Think you're right," she finished, cutting him off. "when can I bring the rest of my clothes?"

Now it was his turn to be surprised. Auggie's jaw dropped before he could stop himself. Annie just kept talking. "We'll have to continue to go to Danielle's dinners, though. She'd kill us...Well, not you. She loves you."

"How about Saturday?" he asked abruptly.

It was agreed to and settled within the minute.

"This," Auggie said contentedly, "Is going to be amazing."

"Yeah," Annie sighed happily. "It is." She placed her palm flat on his chest directly over his heart, feeling its beat beneath her hand. His pulse was racing, even more than it usually was when he was with Annie (which was definitely saying something). "What now?" she asked in a whisper.

Auggie didn't speak, merely leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers with surprising accuracy, a sign of how well they knew each other. They kissed for a moment of two until he pulled back with a puzzled look. "Okay, something's bothering me..." he said.

"What?" Annie asked, startled and keen to help fix the problem.

Knitting his eyebrows together Auggie asked, "Did you, by chance, have a chocolate...milkshake? On the way over?"

Annie let out a nervous giggle" Oh. That," she said. "Yeah. I would've brought you one, but you called right after I pulled out from Dairy Queen, and-" she drummed her fingers on his chest as she trailed off.

Auggie just laughed before placing his lips on hers again.