So this is going to be AU. Auggie isn't blind. Annie isn't CIA. Hope you enjoy.

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First Encounter

August "Auggie" Anderson walked quickly to the curb of the street. As much as he loved his job he hated that he was forced to attend events like the Smithsonian Gala. He waited impatiently on the curb for his car service, he called his normal driver Jon about 30 minutes ago, and so he should be arriving any minute. As Auggie tapped a finger on his watch he heard a faint scraping noise. What was that? He looked around as he heard it again. It seemed to be coming from a small alley. He took a step closer as Jon's bright headlights flooded the street. Jon soon pulled up to the curb, Auggie reached for the door when he heard the scraping again.

"Hold on a minute, Jon." Auggie called, he stayed until he saw Jon nod, before making his way to the alley. He stopped at the entrance and peered the small street.

"Hello?" He called. "Hello!" He carefully walked down the street until he reached the end of it, where there were several boxes and a dumpster stacked against a wall. Shrugging he was about to turn back up the street when he heard the scraping noise again. Peering around in the darkness he saw a small form huddled in-between a box and the dumpster. Auggie took a step closer. It was a woman. He walked closer to her and realized that it was her that was making the scraping sound. In her left hand she had a pair of car keys and was running them up and down the wall.

"Hello? Miss." Auggie bent down to her level and she coward backwards. Auggie looked around. He reached out for her and quickly scooped the woman his arms. The woman let out noise between a sob and a yell.

"You're okay. You're okay." Auggie soothed as he carried her swiftly to the waiting car.

The drive back to Aggies's apartment was quiet except for the small shaky gasps coming from the woman sitting in Auggie's lap. Sometime between the alley and midtown the woman had fallen asleep. Her head lolled on her neck and her body drooped forward. In the dimly lit car Auggie took a moment to study her. She was tiny, petite and she had long blond hair. He also noticed a faint bruise on her neck that disappeared down her shoulder. As he watched the woman Auggie felt a strange wave of protectiveness course through him. The car hit a bump and he tore his eyes away from the woman to meet Jon's in the mirror. Auggie shifted his body protectively over her and glared at the driver until he looked away. When they reached his apartment Auggie got out of the car cradling the woman against him. He paid Jon quickly and strode into his apartment building. Once in his apartment he walked toward his bedroom. He gently laid her down on the mattress. Now that he had her in the light, his eyes widened. She had a nasty bruise forming on her right eye and her dress was torn. He quickly spun away from her and pulled out an oversized t-shirt from his drawer. As he gently tugged the tattered dress away from her body, his blood boiled. The woman had more bruises and cuts on her torso, his eyes raked over her form, bruises coved her abdomen, and trailed down her arms and legs. A purple marks covered her neck. Auggie silently seethed. She had been manhandled! Auggie gently slipped his arms around her back and lifted her towards him. As he slipped the t-shirt over her head, it tipped her head forward and he tightened his grip on her. The dirty blonde locks weren't dirty blonde at all they were caked in dried blood. He pulled her closer and rested her head on his shoulder as his hand snaked into her hair and he felt a gash at the back of her head. Auggie growled. He gently lowered back on to the pillows and pulled the covers over her. He grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet. Auggie got comfortable on his couch and fell asleep; dreaming about pounding who had ever hurt the woman sleeping in his bedroom.

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