You know what you awesome reviews and followers get for being awesome? Two chapters in one day. Yep, this happened.

She's content to sit at Allen's with me and share a couple beers while we rant about how hectic our lives are.

"I bet we're on like our...fourth beer." She slid a cold mug into my outstretched hand and I sighed contently as I brought it to my lips.

"Are we? I lost count..."

"You always lose count."

"Touché."

Annie and I were currently sitting at our personal table at Allen's bar after a long hard day at work. I was surprised I was even still allowed in this bar, after I broke a beer bottle over a guy's head...but I guess that was all water under the bridge now. We sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she didn't bring it up. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Is something bothering you?"

"What?"

"You seem...uncomfortable." She had been bouncing her legs up and down and letting out little sighs of discomfort ever since she came home from a mission in Germany.

"I am...just a little," My heart started to race at her comment. Was she uncomfortable with me? What had I done or said that made her feel that way?

"I'm sorry, I never meant to – " I began, but she cut me off.

"Oh, no, Auggie, it's not you!" She grabbed my hand with both of hers and squeezed. "It's not you. You're really the only good thing I'm hanging onto right now. Sitting here is the highlight of my week."

"Well, that's reassuring. But now I'm curious about the rest of your week." I set my beer on the table and took our conjoined hands in my other one. "What happened during the mission that you haven't told me? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm not hurt, at least not majorly. I've just had...a hectic week..."

And then there was no stopping her.

"It's just...Joan gave me this mission on Sunday night, through an e-mail, and expected me to be on a plane Monday morning. You remember that, you were there! I wanted to decline, really I did, but she said that I was the only agent who could pull it off and so I said yes, and you know how cranky I was that Monday morning. It was not a fun plane ride either. The seats were small and uncomfortable and of course I was in coach and this little boy sat behind me and kept kicking my seat and the mother did nothing! And then the mission went awry – but you know that – and then when I got home tonight, I realized that I had forgotten to repack one of my favorite shirts and that it was still in the bathroom at the hotel in Germany. The one that Danielle got me for Christmas? Yeah, that one! And I'm just...I'm spent."

She dropped her head against our hands. I really didn't know what to say in this situation. It seemed like she just need to rant to someone, and that someone happened to be me. But I didn't mind. If I was going to have Annie I had to take her at all her moments, not just her good ones.

"I'm done ranting now. You don't have to worry about me biting your ear off." Her voice was muffled against our intertwined fingers. I chuckled and brought one hand away to rake it through her hair.

"It's all right, we all need to rant once in a while." She lifted her head.

"What about you? How was your week?" My hand that was going through her hand fell onto the table limply at her movement and I quickly covered it by grabbing my beer.

"Now that you mention...not too great."

"Why?"

"You weren't with me most of the time." She laughed and slapped my shoulder gently.

"Stop it...seriously, was your week as bad as mine?"

"Not quite. But I did have plenty of codes to cipher through that were tricky and kept resetting themselves while I was working. Then half my team called in sick, and I know that some of them weren't, so we were seriously understaffed. Joan got on my back a little bit because I had fallen behind on those codes while I was helping you – "

"I'm sorry..."

"Annie. You are my top priority when you're out there. Joan knows that she just...thinks I could handle myself better."

"You don't handle yourself well?"

I took a swig of beer before answering.

"I get a little...jittery. Maybe a little loud. Okay, really loud."

"I know...I hear you loud and clear." I smirked and rubbed my thumb up and down her hand.

"Anyway, Joan apparently wasn't having a great day either, because she got on my ass for that little escapade. Then Fred was late to pick me up through no fault of his own, he got stuck in traffic after a semi ran off the road. And every day this week has just been...blah. Especially without you here and I mean that honestly."

"Aw, I'm glad to know I brighten your day." The beer in her hand swished around as she shook it gently.

"You do."

I heard her get up and drag her chair closer to mine. She sat down again and leaned against me as I wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Just so you know...you brighten my day, too." I smiled.

"You're welcome."

She giggled, the beer finally starting to take some affect on her.

"You know...there's a lot of women here who are giving me death stares."

My arm automatically tightened around her.

"What?"

"Probably because I'm with you. They must have thought you were still single."

"Do they seem like regulars?"

"Yep, I've seen them here before."

"You'd think they'd put it together then. We kiss almost every time we're here." I said the last part into her hair and she snuggled closer.

"Yeah...but I don't think that makes it any eaiser for them. You know..." Her bottle made a clanging sound as she forcefully placed it on the table. Her thin arms slid up around my neck and she planted a warm kiss on my lips. I was surprised at first, but it didn't take me long to respond, deepening the kiss. I could hear them now, cursing Annie to Hell and back. But I didn't care.

Too soon she pulled away, breathing heavily. She leaned against me again and snickered at the girls.

"Yep...I'm here with the sexiest guy on the planet and I get to kiss him whenever I want. Be jealous."

"I'm sure the guys are thinking the same thing. Jealous that a blind guy gets the hottest girl in the room." I nuzzled her neck and she giggled. That wasn't a lie...there were plenty of men at the bar who I heard even tonight appreciating Annie's legs. They're lucky I didn't knock their lights out right then and there.

"You know...we could keep doing this."

"Making people jealous?"

"Yep! And we get to make out in the process."

"Done."

"Good! Then we need more beer." She sat up quickly and flagged down a waitress.

"Two more, please!"

And suddenly, our weeks got a whole lot better.

And there it is! This one's a little more playful, and I had fun with it! Granted I'm really tired and it's late for me...but I hope you like it! Please R&R and share with friends!