I'm back after like ten thousand years away from Fanfic! This story is my new project and I already have it prewritten so no worries of Hiatus!

It's fantastic to be back and if any of my readers are still here I'm so grateful and happy for every single one of you! I love you guys! : )

In theory, Annie Walker had everything, the looks, the brains, the killer heels…but in reality not so much. The whole pretty girls get boys effortlessly thing? A total myth. Sure she could wrap a Mossad agent around her finger or sweet talk a cop into thinking she was a call girl but when it came to guys she actually had feelings for she deflated like a balloon. Witty banter and flirting were her forte; it was the stuff that came after that was a problem. After the foreplay turned off and her feelings came into the picture it all went to the dogs, maybe it was because she'd never had relationship work before or maybe there was just something wrong with her but either way she was damaged goods and no guy wants the bruised peach at the grocery store not even the desperate ones.

It was all Bobby Johnson's fault; he had been her first boyfriend way back in Kindergarten and the first boy she came crying home to her mom about but then again he was five and dumped her because Lauren Shaffer had better Pokémon cards. Maybe it was Jacob Lyle in 6thgrade who had used her to get to Danielle or Mitchel McCammon who asked her to homecoming along with ten other girls and his cousin, possibly even Donovan Jackson who cheated on her with a boy named Justin in college. But mostly likely it was Ben who left her alone on the beach with nothing but a note and came to find her every time it was convenient.

Yes it was safe to say Annie had a bad track record but it couldn't all be blamed on the guys she went for. It was evident she had commitment issues, but who wouldn't after moving around the world every year till their 18th birthday. She was never one for feelings, so while Danielle cried her eyes put and threw confetti at her friends as their car drove away, Annie simply took all her pictures and memories of each home and put them in a box. Compartmentalizing was what she did best but in a relationship you needed to be open and free, you need to communicate and talk…possibly the only two things Annie was absolutely horrible at.

As her life went on Annie did what Annie did best, she avoided things. Her friends and sister got married and had kids, they moved to big houses in the suburbs and learned to bake the perfect cake, they got jobs in hospitals and real estate but Annie studied and traveled; she experienced everything anyone would ever want to do and eventually landed her dream job at the CIA. And this is where her troubles began.

The second she set foot into the CIA she felt like she was home and not those fake army base homes she had lived in as a kid but a real home that smelled like coffee, leather and excitement. She had found her people, the ones she could never find as a kid, the people who thrived on excitement and loved to learn, ones who weren't afraid of a little danger. As she strode into the building in her Louis Vuitton kitten heels she was on top of the world, her entire life finally made sense.

Until a lean brunette man with floppy hair fell into stride beside her. Suddenly she didn't feel on top of the world, instead it had taken a 180-degree flip and she was falling off the side into a deep dark abyss of chocolate brown.

"Hi, I'm Auggie you handler." The man said with a slight smile in his voice.

"Annie Walker. Nice to meet you!" She replied visibly shaken, her cheeks staining a soft shade of pink.

The man smiled and pulled a small laser out of his pocket, he then stuck his elbow out and waited for her to catch on.

"Oh yes…did I forget to mention that I can't actually see you?"

"You may have left out that particular detail."

"It's not that bad once you get used to it. But I'm telling you now that I can tell when you're waving your hand in front of my face so before you try…"

"I wasn't going to but now that you mention it." She giggled, relived he couldn't see her blush and slipped her fingers around his arm.

Before long that familiar tugging came back, the same feeling she got every time the witty banter slipped into something more. But the tug never turned into a pull since Auggie got a girlfriend and after her he got another girlfriend. He seemed to be quite the playboy from what she could tell, not that she minded because of course she wasn't falling for him. She couldn't…she was a million times bitten and a thousand times shy.

But with Auggie it was different it was comfortable; they had skipped the awkward getting to know you part and jumped headfirst into the life/death situation part. Their bond meant she could walk into his apartment without knocking and he knew her nieces better than she did, she was allowed to fix his tie and he was allowed to straighten her desk. They depended on each other because it turned out Auggie was damaged goods too, he had been chewed up and spit out by as many people as she had and he was worse for the wear.

With him it was never forced and she never felt like she had to fake being herself, maybe it was because he couldn't see her face or because he could just read her way too well but even when she tried to lie to him it was obvious he could tell instantly.

But she could never date him. She could never risk that handler/agent relationship they shared because she knew the second she kissed him all the magic would be gone and she would never be able to hear his voice through her headset again, he would be replaced by Stu or Reva and then she would be lost. Without him they'd be no one to wait for her at the end of her missions or call to make sure she was alright, no one to show up at her apartment in the middle of the night with a bottle of vodka and chocolate ice cream ready to hear her cry. He was special, too special to be poisoned by the bruised peach because he was hurt enough and her issues would just make his surface and that was guilt she could not withhold.

But every night when she saw him hit on another gorgeous college runner, her heart broke a little inside and she could feel all those pent up emotions build up ready to explode. Eventually she moved on, she started dating a doctor who was perfect in everybody's eyes but her own. She could see his blue eye crinkle the wrong way and how he never let a spoon of Ben and Jerry's get anywhere near his mouth, he couldn't differentiate a USB port from a CD player and could never tell when she was walking with an injury, physically or emotionally. It wasn't fair to him and it wasn't fair to her, neither of them were happy and everyone knew it. Everyone except Danielle, who was already planning her wedding to "Dr. Dreamy",

"You can wear an off color cream! With red in your hair!"

"Danielle!"

"Wedding on the beach! You don't have to wear shoes and the water will swish and sway in the background!"

"Danielle!"

"Chloe and Katia can be the flower girls!"

"DANIELLE!"

"What Annie? Can't you see I'm planning the best wedding ever?"

"I can't marry him! I don't even know if I can keep dating him!"

"Oh Annie why do you always do this to yourself? Every time you get anywhere with someone, an alarm goes off in your brain telling you're not allowed to be happy."

Annie just sat there staring at her, knowing that she was right but not wanting to admit it.

"Oh my god! There's someone else isn't there? Is it that guy from work? Auggie right? The one who I can see sneaking into the guesthouse at all hours of the night, you guys aren't doing one of those creepy friends with benefits things are you? Because you know those never work out, look at all those movies. They start out fine and then eventually fall in love but don't want to admit it but end up getting married or something at the end. But Annie, you of all people know that's not how it works in real life…we can't all be Natalie Portman or Mila Kunlis!"

"Stop it! I wasn't sleeping with him! We're just friends! As for my relationship I'm just not feeling it anymore, there's no…spark."

"First of all that whole spark thing is a big old lie, take it from someone who's been married for way too long. And second how can you not feel it with Dr. Dreamy? If Michael was anywhere near as sexy as he is I would probably have more than two kids."

"He's…just…too perfect! I can't deal with it."

"Whatever you say, but I think you're sabotaging your relationship to be with Auggie"

"This has been fun but if you don't mind I have to get to work. Bye Danielle!"

"You'll thank me for this someday!"

Danielle had always been her parents' favorite and Annie was beginning to see why, she loved her sister but sometimes they were on two completely different planets. Growing up Danielle had been the normal one who got along with other girls and played dress up, Annie on the other hand play Rugby and cursed in Russian…needless to say her parents were horrified and the boys ran in the other direction, not that she cared. Pleasing her parents were never at the top of her priority list. To this day Danielle's opinion stood head and shoulders over her parents whom she hadn't seen since she joined the Ops.

But this time Danielle was totally wrong, she didn't have feelings for Auggie…at least not anymore. Sure she had been attracted to him at first but now he was her best friend and she couldn't ruin that relationship. After that things would never be the same…

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