~~Back in D.C.~~

"Hey Auggie, what can I do for you?" Joan smiles, looking up at Auggie who was standing at her door. Just by his stance she could tell that whatever he had to say, wasn't going to be good news.

"Kalliste is off the map." He responds to her. It was never easy to tell the boss you'd lost your operative.

"What do you mean by 'off the map'?" She asks, folding her hands onto the desk in front of her. Joan had a pretty good idea what he meant, but she was hoping that she was wrong.

"I can't get a hold of her..." Auggie sighs in reply. "Joan, I've been at it the past 3 days trying to get in touch with her and I've got nothing. Her cell phone has been disconnected, her email gives me an error anytime I try to send something to her, I can't find her on cameras anywhere in Paris. I"m out of ideas." He tells her, defeated.

"I'm sure she's just fine Auggie. Thing probably got heated and she had to ditch her personal items." She tries to comfort him. She knew that Auggie and Kali's relationship went beyond the office, they'd never been together but they had a brother sister kind of bond. "Have you contacted Annie, she may have something to offer. She did just see them." Joan suggests.

"I've already been in contact with Annie. She said that everything seemed normal to her when she saw Kali in Paris. The last time she saw her was at the dinner... But get this, Apparently Kali had Annie sneak into her and Roman's hotel room while they went out to dinner and download information off his laptop. Annie said everything we ever needed was on that laptop, she left the USB in the room where only Kali would find it." He replies. The thought had crossed his mind. That Kali dumped her personal items and took off with Roman, but he had quickly pushed it away. She'd never just take off from everything she'd ever known, would she?

"Auggie, I"m going to ask you something and I want you honest opinion." Joan starts off. He just stands there, looking expectant. "Do you believe that Kalliste would ever go AWOL from the CIA?" There, she asked. There was a long moment of silence as he mulled over his response in his head.

"No. I don't think she'd ever just abandon her country, her job, or her friends." He answers as confidently as he could.

"You know I had to ask." She sighs. "I'm sure we'll hear from her, it's not the first time that we've had an operative go dark. Just give it some time." She tells him, giving his shoulder a comforting pat.

"I'm going to go back to my desk, throw her face on every camera system I can hack into." He tells her before excusing himself.

***...***...***

Roman lived right on the ocean in Venezuela, in an absolutely beautiful home. Seth lived in the same area, while Dean called Chile home. We'd been here a month already and it seemed like nothing to me. I was in the kitchen cleaning up the left overs from dinner and putting them into the fridge when Seth walked inside. No one around here knocked. Like ever.

"Hey Seth." I greet him.

"Hey Kali, Roman around?" He asks. He'd warmed up to me mostly, I mean we weren't friends or anything but we were getting along.

"He's in the back cleaning the grill." I answer nodding my head towards the back sliding glass door. He disappears outside and I only shrug, continuing to clean the kitchen. Once I finished I bounced up the steps into the bedroom, and changed into a bikini. My plan tonight was to surf.

"Where ya headed babe?" Roman asks when I walk outside.

"Judging by the bikini, I'd say she's going down to the beach." Seth chuckles, giving me the once over. The house sat right on the beach, and the water was usually gorgeous.

"I'm going to grab a board and surf for a while." I answer.

"You surf?" Seth asks, seemingly interested.

"I'd live on a surf board if I could." I nod.

"Give me two minutes and I'll come down and join you." He offers a small smile. I wasn't about to deny a little Seth bonding time so I nodded.

"I'm glad you're making nice with him." Roman tells me, squeezing my shoulder affectionately. I just shrug and give a knowing smile before heading down the steps. I waited at the water line for Seth, who came jogging up with a board a few minutes later.

"I'm going to surf you under the table, just so you." I warn him playfully. For once I got a genuine smile and he gave a short chuckle.

"You wish." He responds. I perch myself up on my board and watch him hit his first wave, I'd venture to guess he probably was better than me but I'd never admit that. After a few minutes of watching him I paddled out to catch my own.

I've always said that you can't describe surfing. I feel like it's the same as trying to describe the feeling you get when you dive a fast convertible, or you're galloping across on a field horse back. It's indescibable, but amazing. The way the wind whips through you hair, and the way your boy works as this unit while you're ripping into waves is one of the best feelings ever. Time passes like nothing when you're busy doing something that you enjoy. That is, until you fall. I ripped into a wave and leaned to far back, toppling over the side of the board and into the water.

"I'm just sayin', that I haven't fallen yet." Seth teases me when I surface for air. I wrap an arm around the board and haul myself back up, catching my breath.

"Quiet you." I chuckle.

"In your defense it was a pretty massive wave." He shrugs, but the grin on his face never faltered. "I'm sorry I was horrible to you the past couple months." He sighs, looking down at his board.

"It's alright Seth, I'm not made of glass." I smile.

"Yeah, but I was still a jerk." He mutters. He ran a hand through his two toned hair and wiped the water from his face.

"Well, don't be a jerk anymore." I shrug simply. He grins and shakes his head, "Why the two different colors in your hair?" I ask curiously.

"To express uniqueness." He answers, "Plus it's different, I don't like to be just another face in the crowd." I glance into shore, Roman was lounging in a chair on the beach with a beer in hand and a six pack at his feet. "Do you like it here?" Seth asks suddenly.

"I do. A lot actually." I answer, wondering where the sudden curiosity came from. "I didn't have much back home, besides my job. I had acquaintances, but not many friends. Here, I feel like I belong. I can't see my life without Roman in it, or y'all." I tell him.

"I'm happy he found you." He smiles.

***...***...***

"Hey Auggie." Annie greets him when he called. She was still over in Paris but Rocco was out on a business trip for the next four or five days. "Have you heard from Kali yet?" She asks him.

"Not a peep." He sighs, "You're sure that you don't have anything else that might be valuable information for me?" He asks her hopefully. There was a long pause as Annie thought about what to say to that. She ha information, but she didn't want to throw her friend under the bus. "You can trust me Annie." He assures her.

"Not a word to Joan." She tells him. She knew that Auggie would always chose her over the job, any day, every day, no matter the circumstances.

"Not a word." He agrees.

"I haven't seen her, or heard from her." She starts out saying. "But when we were together in Paris she'd already fallen for him. I know I put that USB drive where only she would find it. She found it, downloaded everything onto her lap top and saw that that could have been the end of the line. Instead of sending it all to you, she went AWOL." She tells him. He let out a heavy sigh, he'd seriously been hoping that wasn't the case. "Auggie, what are you going to do?" She asks him.

"I don't know." He replies.

"I've been there you know. Been in that position where you have feelings for your target. He loves her too Auggie, it isn't a fluke, I could see it in his face every time he looked at her." She murmurs softly.

"I'm not going to rat her to Joan, if that's what you're worried about." He assurres her. "I just don't know how to cover it up."

"Easy. You say you haven't heard anything and you can't find her. Joan will just assume that she's deep under cover. We'll hear from her again, you know that this won't last forever. Someone on his side is going to find out who she really is. Might not be tomorrow, but it'll happen. It always does." She tells him.

"The thought worries the hell out of me." He shakes his head.

"I gotta go Auggie, I'll call you later." Annie tells him before abruptly hanging up the phone. He sat there a moment, elbows on his desk and phone dangling from his hand. He understood that calling was risky for her at this point, but he didn't want to believe that she'd just up and disappear. They were basically best friends. She'd call. Eventually.

A/N: I'm sorry for such a short chapter... It's really just one of those 'had to be done' filler kinda of chapters anyway. Hope y'all like it regardless :)