In The Field Again

*Authors note*

This is just one multi-chapter story I have planned for this cannon. There is so much that can be done with this material and drives me crazy that the show writers used only two episodes (in 27) to display his talents as an agent. So I'm going to pick up where the writers left off, giving him something other than shoving him behind a desk for 90% of his screen time. This is my first multi-chapter fanfic, and I really hope for this story to be the first in a series of stories.

Disclaimer: Covert Affairs is property of Matt Corman and Chris Ord. I claim no ownership whatsoever.

Auggie sat in the all to familiar stuffy room tapping his fingers nervously on the chair opposite the man sitting behind the desk. He really didn't like this man- not that it was Walden Connors fault, he was just doing his job, but Auggie came to know him as the barricade who prevented him from being able to go out in the field once again and do the job he once loved. As he sat in silence waiting, he took in the sounds all around him; an annoying wall clock, the sound of ruffling papers, and the occasional sigh from the man sitting across from him reading said papers. This was the third time he submitted a request for field work revaluation (the first being mandatory after severe trauma, this time and the last of his own wanting) so he wasn't really expecting a positive outcome from the meeting- far from it in fact, but he figured he'd at least try.

Another sigh broke through his train of thought, this time with an air of finality, then the sound of papers being put down and the sound of a pen scribbling something quickly but lengthy on one of the sheets. Auggie had to school his hopeful expression, noting that the last two times they flat out told him 'no' without as much as touching the files with his name on them. Now however, he seemed to be writing... a lot. This was a new development. In his head there were 3 possible outcomes: the first, being a lengthy message to Joan to prevent a fourth time-wasting submission; secondly, a letter referring him to the psych department because this was now bordering denial-based desperation; and lastly, and the most unlikely of the three: submission approval.

The pen stopped.

'Here we go again' he thought to himself. For a few seconds every distracting noise seemed to have come to an abrupt halt- leaving the room in deafening silence. He swallowed and waited nervously for the sound of the baritone who ultimately held his career in his hands.

Walden took a long look at Auggie before he spoke, the younger agent appeared to be the definition of calm and patience on the surface, the only tell of his inner turmoil being the darting of his eyes all over the room searching for anything that might be of use to his other four senses. He'd have to work on that he thought to himself, before finally breaking the silence, "Well August, you put up a good argument, I'll give you that."

"Wait what?"

"Seems like you've been pretty busy since our last meeting,"

"Yeah, about that-"

"You've gone off the books twice, and both times you came back with results as impressive or more so, than any other field agent working in the DPD. Quite impressive. I don't know whether to applaud you, or have your ass canned for such negligence."

That earned Walden his trademark suspicious, yet inquisitive head tilt. "What are you saying exactly?"

"I'm saying that you are still an impressive field agent, despite the fact that you clearly aren't fit for it."

Auggie sat back in the chair, trying process if that was meant to be a compliment or an insult. Either way, it wasn't a 'no' yet so he pressed on; "Does that mean...?"

"I'm lifting your current status and approving you for very light field work. Make no mistake, by 'light' I mean light. You'll only be approved for easy missions on domestic soil, and even then you will always be accompanied with a fellow agent- no solo acts. You also will be monitored closely by my people with all DPD reports coming back to me as well as Joan, and if I so much as see an inkling that you aren't following the guidelines I've set, I will personally have your ass glued to your work desk for the rest of your existence at the CIA. Is this clear?"

Auggie was speechless. He didn't even know where to begin with the emotions that were flooding him "I...-" his breath caught in his throat.

Walden watched as Auggie's schooled features dropped and gave way to honest-to-god relief, happiness, apprehension, and finally self doubt. This clearly wasn't the outcome the younger man had been expecting. "Your solo capture of Felat Afram Khani proves that you can still handle yourself in the field despite your obvious limitations. I'm giving you this chance-not because of your persistence on the subject, but because I think that with assistance, you could still be valuable in the field. Do you understand this?"

Auggie, who was currently fighting back tears of relief, could only nod his answer.

The older man then stood up and walked around the desk to Auggie's side. Carefully placing one hand on his shoulder- so as not to startle him, and the other pressing the folder containing the newly signed documents into his hand, "Your dismissed."

With that, Auggie gathered himself to leave the office, when he reached the door he turned back towards Walden and prepared to give the man the most sincerest 'thank you' he'd ever given, but before he had the chance to utter the words, he was cutoff by the other man-

"-Your welcome Auggie."

At this he gave another nod and exited the room. With his emotions once again schooled as he made his way towards the elevator of the slightly less familiar floor, pressed the button, and entered. Once he knew no one would be joining him on his ride down he allowed the facade to momentarily break. The walls he'd been taught to build crumbled down and gave way to all the emotions underneath. Taking in everything that just happened; Joan had always known he was capable of doing his job after he lost his sight- hell, it was because of her insistence that he even had a job working in intelligence anymore. But not many other superiors held that same confidence in his abilities...Until today. Strangely enough, it would be that realization during the 30 second elevator ride-not the meeting itself, that would leave the most profound impact.

So yeah, I'm probably going to look back and find glaring errors I didn't notice even after the 5th read through. This is going to be the noob question of the year, but is reposting the only way you can edit a story you published?

Also, any criticism or advice is equally appreciated throughout the story.