A/N: My first time posting in the Covert Affairs fandom. This is just at little drabble, pointless really (and a little out of date, too, perhaps) but I figured, why not post it? Someone might enjoy it :)

The little page lines are to separate their POVs - first its Auggie's, then Annie's, and on.

Sorry for any grammatical mistakes - I edited it myself. Warm thanks to anyone that reads this; hugs to anyone that drops a line on it.

Disclaimer: Do not own anything remotely related to Covert Affairs; I am only borrowing the characters for a moment.

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It had become a routine for the both of them.

He would sense her coming from the sharp click of her heels, the sweet smell of her shampoo – or was it her perfume? He could never quite tell – and the way she seemed to walk happier when she rounded the corner to where he was.

She would come up and say a greeting. Banter would ensue along with one of his many jokes. They always caused her to laugh. Not a loud or obnoxious one but an infectious giggle that he couldn't help but smile along with. Before long though, they would go off to their jobs or a meeting Joan called them into. Work was always there to do – it is the CIA, after all.


She would bring coffee every morning. It had become a sort of ritual between them; whenever she would forget, they would simply joke about whose turn it was next then, even though she was always the one to bring it. She would see his laser reflecting off the walls sometimes, before they had seen each other that day, causing a soft smile to grace the corners of her lips for just a moment (though this part he would never know).


She thought she was surprising him when she would walk quietly up behind and start a conversation. He knew but he just acted as though he didn't know she was there because after a long day, it gave her a thrill and distraction that she didn't get with mundane paperwork. Truth be told, he had sensed her once she was ten feet away from him. He wouldn't ever say it, but when he knew she was there, he smiled ever so briefly before she caught on.


He didn't realize how his unseeing eyes would light up like a Christmas tree whenever he would smirk or smile, tell a joke or make a discovery. And she didn't mind keeping that one unknown joy all to herself either.


She underestimated herself time and time again about her abilities. He in turn would constantly praise her and support her. Of course, the beer and maybe a couple of shots at Allen's after she came back in one piece from a mission was as much of a tradition as it was for support.


They knew each other's skills and faults, likes and dislikes, understood the motivators from the past, and while they joked about them so many times over that one trying to follow their conversation would lose count easily, they didn't judge each other.

They just understood.

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