Just a little Drabble Fic taking place during Annie's missing 4 months involving our favorite Mossad operative. Updates will be sporadic (based on when inspiration strikes), but they ought to be frequent enough. I say that now, but my track record is against me. However, I am on summer break before I start Grad School, so I should have no problems updating in between nannying.

Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to NBC, USA Network, etc. I just make them do what I want.

~~~BEACH MELANCHOLY~~~

Sitting on Tel Baruch Beach, Annie let her fading hair blow in the wind as she thought about her life thus far. To be certain it could only be described as a clusterfuck. Especially now, she grimaced, looking down at her chest.

All of the pain. Since joining the Central Intelligence Agency Annie had seen more than her fair share of pain. Both physical and emotional.

Ben. Ben had been a mistake. A lovely mistake at first, but a mistake nonetheless. He taught her to be wary with her heart—not that her heart ever listened.

Jai. Jai had been her friend. He had been cocky, sure, and certainly full of himself, but he had not deserved to die in that car-bombing. He was a good agent, and perhaps if circumstances had been different she might have been able to call him hers. However, he was gone.

And with his death what little that was normal in Annie's life went out the window.

Simon. Sweet, charming, dangerous Simon. She had truly loved him, something she thought impossible after Ben. They could have had a life together—a good life—but her second thoughts cost them everything. There were times Annie would closed her eyes and see him, a smile adorning his face just for her. And in the wind she could swear his voice whispered to her, words of love and understanding for his untimely departure would envelop her in a warm embrace.

How she missed Simon's arms. His smell. His voice. His smile.

Annie wiped a few stray tears with the back of her hand, a sad smile on her face.

She thought of Auggie next. Dear, sweet, overprotective Auggie. The moment they met she had felt a pull to him; he was August Anderson, sweetheart extraordinaire and much more than his computer geek persona might portray. A wounded soldier. A brave man. Auggie was a man she could love, a man she had loved, but perhaps not enough. Or was it too much? Whatever the case, they were over—struck down before they barely had the chance to get started.

It was for the best.

And then there was Eyal. Her very own International Man of Mystery. He possessed more secrets than she could possible uncover in their sporadic encounters, but she knew without a doubt that she could trust him with her life. She already had.

"What has you so serious, Neshama? You are supposed to be relaxing."

Annie moved over slightly to allow him room to join her on the blanket, laying her head on his shoulder once he had done so.

"I'm thinking about my life. Langley. Everything that has led up to this point," she responded with a sigh, leaning into Eyal for comfort. His arm quickly snaked around her, pulling her snug to him.

"Much to serious for such a beautiful day in Tel Aviv." Annie had found him; alone, exhausted, and a much different person than the girl he had met those years ago and desperately in need of help. Help he was more than willing to give the girl who had stolen what was left of his heart.

"I was also thinking about you."

"And what were you thinking about me, Neshama?" Eyal caught a faint blush tinge her cheeks. "Ah, is that a blush? I am not so sure Dr. Goen would approve, but I do."

"Dr. Goen can go—"

Eyal sighed. The good doctor was a sore subject with Annie. Dr. Goen was a cardiac specialist and after a full work up announced that his Neshama's heart could not handle stress any longer—too much more and it would literally kill her.

"Annie—"

"It's Lisa, remember? Have to keep Langley off my back."

Eyal bit back an aggravated groan. "Lisa, Dr. Goen ordered no strenuous activities or anything that could bring on undue stress. I think that too much thinking on the past counts." It did for him, in any case.

Annie let out a large breath. "I know. I just . . . I guess after everything it seems a little ironic that it's my heart that is going to kill me."

He embraced her harder for a second. He knew this was difficult for her—it was difficult for him as well. His Neshama was dying and there was nothing he could do for her but be there and pay for her medical expenses.

"You are young, Neshama, you will get a new heart." She was on the transplant list. Otherwise perfectly healthy, Dr. Goen had assured him that he would call as soon as a donor heart was available. Until then, Annie, or Lisa as she currently going, needed to stay close and avoid stress at all costs. And if her heart acted up, take the injections and call him immediately.

So far Annie had been lucky, only having one attack because she decided to disregard the rules and try and flaunt her fitness in front of him. It was lucky he had been there; Eyal was loathe to think what might have happened if the attack had come on while she was alone.

"I'm rather fond of this one."

Eyal let out a laugh.

And the first chapter is done :) Let me know what you think, and I hope you all come back for more!

¡Besos!

angstar54