A/N: Sorry about the delay on this one. I have been watching some of season two for the first time, and it messed up my headspace. I think I'm back on track now, though I'm sure the holidays will have an effect on my writing time.
Annie and Auggie slept late on Saturday, after staying up late on Friday night talking about things they had never shared with each other before. Auggie showed Annie the technique he and his brother had perfected for jogging, and they went on a short run near his apartment to test it out.
Auggie wanted to go through all of Henry's file on his own, in case there was a connection that Annie missed, so she went home after lunch and left him with his technology. She made him promise to come to her house when he was finished. He had come over just after dinner, and they slept peacefully in each others' arms.
Sunday morning, they both woke early. "So what is your Sunday routine?" Annie asked.
"Before or after I get out of the hot blonde's bed I slept in the night before?" Auggie teased.
Annie laughed and was silent for a moment. "On Sunday mornings, I miss Danielle the most. She would make a big breakfast, and I could just hang out with the girls. It always felt so normal."
"Yeah," Auggie replied. "I can see how you miss that. Have you talked to Danielle recently?"
"Briefly, the night we got back from Europe."
"Are things working out for her in California?"
"I think so. She seems happy enough."
"So, in the absence of your sister's culinary skills, are there any good breakfast places nearby?"
"Absolutely," Annie replied.
"Good, because I could go for a big plate of hashbrowns and some runny eggs." Auggie got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. Annie noticed the less-than confident way he followed the perimeter of the room.
...
Annie poured syrup over her waffle as Auggie cut through his eggs, the yolks running over everything else on his plate. "All kidding aside, and as much as I love your company, I do have a Sunday routine that will be hard for me to give up."
"Oh?" Annie replied. "Is this you opening up to me again?"
"Hardly. You already know I'm a fan of football." Auggie replied.
"What does that have to do with Sunday?" Annie asked.
Auggie rolled his eyes. "It has everything to do with Sunday!"
"Oh. Obviously." Annie replied in a tone that implied that nothing was obvious.
Auggie gave a dramatic sigh.
"What? There is football on Saturday too, right? And Monday! I specifically know there is football on Monday Night."
"I see I do have some training yet to do." Auggie replied. "Sundays, my dear, are when most professional football teams play. More specifically today, the Chicago Bears."
"Okay?"
Auggie grinned. "Game starts at 1:00. I usually watch at a bar in Capitol Hill."
"Day drinking, huh?"
Auggie grinned. "Beer and football - do you not even understand that much of the sport?"
"I'm beginning to think that your sole interest in professional sports is for the chance to drink beer."
"Well, it isn't because of the chance to see men in tight pants."
Annie scoffed. "I know. You are more interested in the cheerleaders."
"You know me so well! So do you want to join me?"
"Absolutely."
...
Sunday night Annie and Auggie each slept at their own homes. While they adored each others' company, they were used to having time to themselves. But by the time Annie met Auggie in the hallway Monday morning, she had to fight not to give him a kiss.
"Good morning, Walker!" Auggie greeted.
"You sure are chipper this morning."
"Hm. Must have been the refreshing weekend I had."
"Mine was pretty refreshing, as well."
Auggie leaned in close. "I had a hard time sleeping last night, though."
"Me too." Annie whispered.
They walked into the DPD together. Eric met them both on the other side of the door. "Just in time, guys. We have a briefing in ten."
"Back to the grind." Auggie commented before he gave Annie a light squeeze and headed to his desk to swap canes.
