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Prompt #2: His first whiff of Jo Malone grapefruit should've been his first clue - he'd grow to like this girl.

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Auggie liked to think of himself as a cross between Daredevil and Jason Bourne, minus the amnesia problems and that whole on-the-run thing. But lately he identified more with the superhero than the spy simply because his heightened senses were a more integral part of his life.

Don't be misled, he could still kick ass if need be. A couple musclemen could attest to that. He just used his senses more than his strength nowadays. Being blind, his other senses had developed pretty incredible levels of sensitivity.

The most useful one was his hearing. His brothers joked that he was now half-bat, and he used this skill for both good and evil. He could hear a whisper through the open door of Tech Ops, and he could hear a normally-spoken conversation from across the DPD if he chose to strain his ears to their limit. Voices, laughs, and footsteps were all easily discernable to his ears. This made him an incredibly difficult person to sneak up on or to talk about.

Next was his sense of touch. His fingertips could discern anything to what his Braille readout strip was telling him to what fabric the clothes in his hands was made from. The addition of Braille labels gave him the gift of choosing what colors to wear without looking like a paint shop post-tornado. He could run his hands over a wall or a table and, if he'd touched it before, place himself exactly where he needed to be in relation to it.

But the one he's come to rely on the most in his day-to-day life is his ability to smell. Everyone he knew was a special blend of scents that helped him know when someone approached. He had an extensive mental catalog of who wore what especially for the people he dealt with every single day.

The guys weren't that hard to differenciate. Jai always wore some kind of cologne that made his nose sting. Arthur had a cologne that was so subtle it was barely there. His techs smelled like starch, hair gel, and a waft of sweat mixed with Old Spice and Axe, depending on who it was.

The women he interacted with had a more varied scent range. Bea's perfume of choice was overwhelmingly strong. Joan's, like her husband's, was barely there, a cool scent that was as elusive as a whisper by a waterfall. Annie was a light waft of Jo Malone Grapefruit.

He didn't really have favorites. You couldn't in this line of work; too many changes in agents due to burnout, death, or just plain politics. However, he'd recently shown a preference for a specific scent, a specific walk, and a specific laugh.

Grapefruit. Kitten heels. A laugh without description.

In short? Annie.

"Auggie? Auggie!"

He was jolted from his thoughts by a light laugh and a whiff of Jo Malone Grapefruit. "Annie?"

Her laugh echoed again, this time accompanied by the familiar walk of a certain pair of kitten heels. "Don't pretend you didn't know it was me."

"Okay then." An easy grin found its way across his lips. "What's going on, Walker?"

As she filled him in on the debrief he'd missed, Auggie let his senses soak in all that made up Annie Walker. Heard the whisper of her unbound hair against the fabric of her suit. Smelled the barely-there traces of grapefruit she carried in with her. Recalled the skin his fingers could trail over when they trained in hand-to-hand combat.

He'd never see her, but he'd seen her in every other way but one.

He really wanted to find out what he'd learn with his sense of taste.

*Edited for typos and missing words.

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