Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Covert Affairs or any of its characters. Oh and as a reminder, please remember that the stories here aren't edited as much as my other stories, so while its likely that all of my writing has grammatical, spelling, or mechanical errors, these probably have more. Please forgive any mistakes. If it bugs you, you can point them out to me and I'll try to fix them if I have time. Without further ado, a random tale, from Annie's point of view. Basically no conversation. Just her thoughts and such. ENJOY!

"Coming Home"

She gently placed her hand in his as he laid in their bed fast asleep. She hoped she wouldn't wake him up. It had been a long mission and all she really wanted to do was to be home next to him, even if it was three in the morning. She knew he would be asleep when she got home. He was expecting her to be home around six, but she had caught an earlier flight and not told him. She knew if he had told him then he would have stayed up until she got the missing even more sleep than he already did waiting on her to come home.

Now that she was home, she just wanted to have his arms wrapped her. The mission had not gone as planned, but ultimately she had got the information they needed and only endured a couple bruises and scrapes in the process of obtaining it.

As she inches closer to the man she loves, she took in his sleeping form. He looked incredibly peaceful as he slept. She loved that she got to see him like this. Completely unstressed and not having to be focused on his surroundings. She knew it wasn't easy for him-constantly having to pay attention to the people around him, where he was, and whether someone had "accidently" forgot and moved something. She knew he tried to only show confidence and strength, but it wasn't as easy as he tried to make it look.

When they'd first moved in together, Auggie had opened up a bit more about what life as a blind man was like. He had shared with her some of the frustrations and challenges he dealt with every day. Annie had listened to every word, happy to soak up anything he told her. He was such a private person, she felt honored that he trusted her enough to open up to him.

Coming home to him was something else she felt honored to be able to do. They had now lived together a month. Each day she felt grateful to him for allowing her into his home. She knew it hadn't been an easy decision for him. Another person in his home meant getting used to another person's things and the other person as well. Of course, she didn't have much in the way of possessions, but still what she did have took up space. Space that he already had purposes for. Change wasn't easy for him, she knew this.

As she continued simply staring at his dark form lying next to her, she wondered what he thought she looked like. She knew he knew every inch of her body better than anyone had before, but he had never seen her, not in a visual way. She knew he could recite her hair color, eye color, and other physical features about her, but there was more to a person than just those things. She wished she would give him her sight just for a few hours so he could take in her appearance and keep the memories once the gifted sight was gone. However, life did not work this way. He couldn't see her and never would. It was fine with her. But she knew at times he wished for his vision back.

Snuggling closer to him, she knew she would probably wake him up, but she also knew that he would be happy to drift off to sleep with her in his arms. As she expected, his arms wrapped gently around her within seconds. She smiled as his lips came to her ear.

"Welcome home dear," he whispered to her to her chest rested on his bare chest. It was at that moment that she knew she wanted to always be coming home to him, not matter where she worked or what she did as a profession. This was home.