A/N: For my sister Claire, who I miss dearly. Ish. Leave a review! And I promise I'll update my other stories. At some point.
Annie blinked.
There were people everywhere.
People running, people talking on cell phones, people sipping coffee and mindlessly skimming the paper.
She didn't see the man holding the camera until it was too late.
Flash.
The busy flow of Grand Central, and the startled face of Annie Walker, immortalized.
By noon her picture was all over the internet. "CIA Agent Caught". Soon afterwards a name was added. Her name.
Annie Walker had been burned.
She went home in disgrace. Her sister was waiting for her, a mug of tea in had and a look that just said she knew it wasn't true- that it couldn't be true.
And Annie didn't want it to be.
She wished she had never accepted that first assignment. She wished she had never learned Russian and Italian and Japanese because honestly, how had she expected that to be useful?
Annie left when her sister started crying.
She took her clothes and her shoes and her piles of fake passports that she knew she would never need again. She threw it all in two big black trash bags and stood on the sidewalk.
It had started to rain. Annie couldn't remember when.
But it seemed fitting.
Her sister crying and throwing Annie out and God crying too.
Annie had never believed in God. She had never believed in a lot of things.
The cab driver glared at her as she tumbled inside, getting water everywhere.
She was outside Auggie's apartment half an hour later, and she couldn't help but wonder how she even knew where he lived.
Had he ever told her?
Or was it just ingrained, deep inside. Auggie.
He opened the door and engulfed her in a hug, before she had even raised her hand to knock.
And she let herself stand there, sopping wet and amazed, because he was blind, and knew she was there even before she did.
Because he was blind, and her was a better agent than she ever would be.
Because he was blind, and he still managed to be freaking perfect.