A/N: Okayyyy, long chapter here, and it's a little intense… so if squeamish I guess you should continue? I don't know, I never get squeamish I can't tell when enough's enough. In any case, we haven't reached the land of OOC yet, not completely. Oh! And virtual cookies to anyone who finds the movie reference tucked in here.

Disclaimer: I want him, I can't have him, and that's that.

Annie Walker strode into the hotel with her kitten heels and tight black dress, her hair was done in barrel curls and pinned loosely up, the implant in her ear made it possible for her to hear Auggie at all times without the bulky blue tooth.

"Annie, can you hear me still?" she heard Auggie's voice as if it were inside her head.

"Mhm," she murmured through closed lips striding the way her contact had directed her.

"Good, now, when you get in there, don't concentrate on the phone to start," he began, "and be careful."

"I know, Auggie," she smiled, "I'm assuming you'll stay quiet while I'm up there?"

"You know the drill," he listened to her get off the elevator, "okay, I'm muting myself, and you stay safe Annie, and remember, the safe word is Christmas."

"Got it," she knocked on the hotel room door, "503 Aug," she noted for him just in case.

He didn't answer and she was glad, because the door swung open at that moment and she became face to face with Petrov.

"You must be Annie," he opened the door for her; "they frisked you downstairs, ya?"

"Yeah, they did," Annie's voice seemed a little sweeter when she spoke and she nodded profusely, "So…"

"Would you like a drink?" he opened up the mini bar and waved his hand to offer her the selection.

"Sure," she watched him pour her a G&T and took it from his hands, "Thank you,"

"Annie, tell me," he gestured for them to sit on the bed, "why is a beautiful girl like you working at a job like this?"

"Frankly," she began, "I make more than the president."

"I see," he nodded, placing a hand on her inner thigh, "you are very beautiful, Annie."

"Thank you," she murmured, already he was a little too hands-y.

Petrov moved to the zipper on her dress, slowly dragging it down to expose her bra and bare tanned skin. She gulped a little and in the back of her mind she knew Auggie was listening to everything. Pushing her back onto the bed sheets Petrov began to kiss his way down her neck and chest, his mouth lingering dangerously close to the microphone, Annie felt sick in the pit of her stomach. Sex was something she knew was a possibility, but she wanted to avoid it at all costs.

"You are very soft, Annie," she hated the way her named sounded on his lips.

In her ear, quite suddenly, she heard Auggie scoff and a grin spread across her face; at least someone was holding her hand during this.

"Do you like to play rough, Annie?" removing his belt he held it in front of her.

For a moment she had nothing to say and then, "However you want,"

She was trying to keep herself out of a precarious situation, but within a moment his hand clamped over her mouth and her wrists were bound up to the headboard with the belt, she hadn't a moment to think.

"What?" she managed when his hand was free.

"You think I don't smell an agent when I see one?" he spat, "I've had many a whore in my time and you fit couldn't fit the bill if you tried."

"Annie," Auggie's voice came in her ear quietly but she pressed on.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" she insisted but again in her ear she heard Auggie shouting for Joan.

"The little flower on your dress is a microphone, darling," he plucked it off and revealed the tiny receiving head, "Now; I'm assuming you have a handler listening in?"

Annie said nothing so he continued, "a few things are going to happen, so listen up, you and whoever is on the other line," he paused, "I'm going to lock that door, in fact, I'm going to have it guarded, windows too. It's being done as we speak, and while your agency scrambles to find a way to get the young," he drug his finger along the inside of her thigh, "operative out of this room, I'm going to be doing several things to you."

The smallest of whimpers left Annie's lips, almost inaudible but in her ear Auggie said, "Annie, we're coming for you, I promise, I'm coming for you."

"1. I have a needle, and in that needle is a fairly powerful paralytic, I'm only going to give you enough to get you good and limp, believe me you'll still feel everything," he uncased a syringe, "2. I will be stringing you up to make this easier for me, perhaps in the bathroom, it's cleaner," Annie's throat felt dry, "and 3. I got this room specific for the fireplace and its tools."

She moved to wriggle out of his grip and try her best to incapacitate him but the syringe was in her side before she could protest, she cried out lightly and groaned as she slumped forward.

"Annie, talk to me!" Auggie's voice sounded panicked.

Before the wave of dizziness caught up to her she managed one word, "Christmas…"

When she came to she was strung up to the shower head in the long luxurious shower, her wrists bound with a stiff leather belt and her dress completely removed. As she stood in her underwear, the blood from her arms rushing down to her other limbs; she heard a stirring in the opposite room.

"Auggie," she whispered.

"Annie? Thank God, are you alright?" Auggie answered immediately.

"For now, are you coming?" she tried to hide it but he heard the layer of fear in her voice.

"We're trying Annie, but the FBI have jumped on the case thinking you're a civilian… and they're following it through like hostage negotiation," his voice broke, "I'm trying very hard to get to you."

"Okay," her voice was shaky but she managed, "Auggie I want you to know that… I'm sorry for how I acted when you told me about Liza Hearn."

"Annie, stop it, I know," he murmured, "and I'm sorry I lied to you, but we can talk about this when we get you."

"Okay," she agreed, "he's coming back, don't leave me, okay?"

"Not a chance."

"Hello, hello," he tapped the mic taped to her chest, "so your wonderful handler can hear everything you go through,"

"Annie hold on," Auggie murmured.

Annie swallowed hard, "I'm not going to blindfold you, or gag you, but you should know going in that you'll wish I had. And be careful, try not to bite off your tongue and end the fun too quickly," he noted.

From behind his back he produced a red hot poker for the fireplace, and from his pocket a squirt bottle, "You see Annie, this is gasoline, and I'm only going to use it when you don't cooperate. Understand?"

"Yes."

In her ear Auggie was speaking to Joan and Jai, "Christ Joan, I don't care what you have to do! Get her out of that room!"

Joan's voice was audible as well, "We're doing what we can, Auggie," she sounded scared and that layer of fear didn't comfort Annie one bit.

"Please," Annie tried lightly

"No, darling, please won't help you," he reared the poker and pressed it against her side, searing the skin between two ribs. She tried desperately not to scream, her head pressed back into the tiles and small whimpers involuntarily came from her mouth.

"Annie," Auggie's voice was a saving grace in her ear, "Are you with me?"

When he finally pulled the poker away she exhaled and blinked back tears, "You son of a bitch,"

"Don't provoke him Annie, please!" Auggie said, even though he knew she would.

Petrov didn't even react, his eyes stayed level and he nodded, "I'll just have this heat back up. Be back in a moment,"

"Annie, how bad are your injuries?" Auggie asked, his voice wavering.

"Just a burn right now," she said through clenched teeth, "Auggie if something happens I need you to tell Danielle that I'm sorry,"

"No, Annie, stop it!" he yelled, "This is not the time to give up, now, is there anything around that you could use to get free?"

She looked down at her feet and over at the walls, "I don't think…"

A hand wrapped around her throat and pressed her back against the wall, crushing her windpipe and turning her face purple, she sputtered and before she lost consciousness the hand was removed. She coughed profusely and wheezed. Before her breath returned the hot poker was pressed into her side again, it continued like this for a while until a row of burns all the same length and width were pressed from ribs to hip, all the while she was crying Auggie was whispering in her ear.

"You seem to be holding up well," the Russian patted her cheek and she spat at his feet, he slapped her.

"That's enough for now," he said, "now tell me, who was your contact?"

"I…" Annie could hardly find her voice, "there was no…"

"Annie please just tell him," Auggie's voice sounded so defeated.

"Don't lie to me, I know you weren't frisked. Now who let you up here to this room?"

She shook her head and received a swift uppercut into the gut, Annie could hardly breathe, could hardly keep conscious, "Mar…" she began.

"Marco? Which one?" he asked again.

"Tropoyea," she fought for breath

"I see," he patted her cheek again, "you've done well,"

"Annie!" Auggie's voice came in, "We have snipers in position you need to get him into that room, I'm sorry, try to get him to leave you!"

"That's it?" she straightened up as best she could, even though her legs had gone slack a long while ago.

"You think you can handle more?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I think you've lost your touch," she licked her dry lips.

He rolled up his sleeves then and she hoped he was going to get the hot poker again so they finally shoot him, "Okay, Annie," he pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and Annie's stomach dropped, "Try this,"

He slashed the underside of her forearm in a vertical line, blood began rushing down her arm quicker than she expected, she hissed in pain.

"Don't worry, I'll cauterize it," he pressed his fingers over the wound and she screamed fully for the first time.

"Annie!" Auggie's voice cried.

"There you go," Petrov murmured, pulling up her chin with his bloody fingers and pressing a harsh kiss on her disgusted lips, "I knew you were a screamer."

She leaned close to his ear, "Fuck you,"

"Gladly," he chided pressing his body against hers, "but I don't think you're ready yet."

"Annie, no," Auggie came into her ear again and tears made their way out of her eyes, "please don't, just get him out of the room."

"Okay," Annie said to Auggie.

Petrov leaned up off of her and slapped one of her burns, she hissed and he stepped backwards to get the hot poker, "Try not to bleed out too fast,"

The moment he was in range of the bullet a pop cracked through the air and Petrov was knocked sideways by the gun blast, Annie began to cry.

"Auggie, please, I need help, I'm bleeding," she said.

"We're coming for you right now," he promised, "how much bleeding?"

"There's a lot of blood," she whimpered, "Auggie,"

"I know,"

"I wish you were here," consciousness was difficult, "please, keep talking my head feels so heavy,"

"You have to stay awake, Annie, don't you think about going to sleep," he ordered, his voice stern.

"It's hard,"

"I know, they're in the hotel now Annie, they're on their way for you, don't give up now," he said again.

"I feel myself going somewhere," she whispered, "Auggie,"

"Don't do this!" His voice was choked.

"You know what?" she whispered.

"Annie!" his voice threatened.

"I think I love you right now Auggie Anderson," she coughed harshly.

"Annie stop it!" she heard something slam on his end of the conversation, the sound of shattering glass, "Open your goddamned eyes!"

"So heavy…"

"Annie!"

"Auggie…." His voice began to sound foggy, everything sounded like it was from underwater, and then there was a crash.

A/N: Right, so there you go. And by the way, to anyone who writes Covert Affair fics, don't you find it hard to write Auggie blind? I mean, some of it is easy, but eventually you type something out like, "Auggie looked down and…" editing because annoying. Haha.

I will post the movie that the hidden clue comes from later on, probably if/when people guess. Okay… chap. 3 coming to a computer screen near you…