a/n Almost not long enough to be considered a oneshot. It's pretty much a drabble. Either way, hope you enjoy. Oh, and in case any of you were wondering why a lot of my stories involve the super early mornings and/or insomnia, it is because I have insomnia. I pretty much do all my writing between the hours of midnight and four in the morning. Hope that helps explain! Please enjoy this little drabble thing! And please please review!

I don't own Covert Affairs.

Rambling Thoughts

Annie rolled onto her stomach in her bed. She shot a glare at the digital clock that proclaimed the time in deep red letters. Two in the morning wasn't exactly what she would consider an appropriate time to be wide awake. It meant that she would be a zombie at work the next day, with dark circles accenting her light brown eyes. Yes, sleep seemed such a pleasant thought at the moment, but it stayed just out of her grasp.

The blankets had long been tangled about her legs, a product of her fitful tossing and turning for the past several hours. Her favorite position on the bed was marked by a barely noticeable groove worn into the mattress by years of use. The blankets were warmed by her body heat. So was the pillow.

'This sucks.'

The same thought had traced its way across her brain countless times through the minutes and hours that she had lay there in the darkened room. The moon cast foreign shadows though the window. She could barely see in the pitch-blackness of her dark bedroom.

'It's all his fault.'

Annie knew it wasn't fair to blame Auggie. Better to blame her own heart, the cause of her insomnia. She couldn't stop thinking about him, where he was, if he was awake lying in bed staring into the darkness too. Maybe he was thinking of her just as she was thinking of him.

She wasn't angry, sad, or hurt. She wasn't exactly an emotion she could easily name. It was a happy confusion that left her confused as to why it felt so abnormal. All she wanted to do was be around Auggie. A lot. To laugh at his jokes, to have a beer at Allen's, to talk about nothing. To just be in his presence would be enough.

'What's he doing right now?'

Annie allowed herself a rueful smile. Sleeping, of course. Like she should be at this early hour of the morning. Like the rest of the East Coast was. In her mind, there was very slim chance of her partner lying awake and thinking of her just as she thought of him at two in the morning. The more she thought about it the more ridiculous the fantasy began to sound.

But it made her happy to think that he might be. But that led to more confusion. Like, why was she lying awake at two am thinking of her best friend Auggie?

No man she had ever met had made her feel this way before. He wasn't the type of man that somehow made her blush every three minutes. No, Auggie was different. It felt like she could talk to him endlessly for hours and hours and never grow bored. Like his presence was all-consuming. He made her question everything about herself, and redefine what she had always assumed was love. The only thing Annie was sure of was that seeing Auggie made every single day better. The rest of the world could fall apart, but as long as she was with him, it all seemed okay.

'Is that what this is? Love?'

The thought was exciting and humbling and terrifying all at once, but Annie felt great about it. Love. Not such a bad word, and the only thing that fit her emotions right now. Maybe that was the word she was searching for earlier.

'Love. I am in love with Auggie.'

The thought was strangely liberating, and Annie closed her eyes with a deep sigh. She was finally able to fall asleep.