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Prompt #41: Workout - Watching him go up against the punching bag, Annie fervently hoped he never changed his routine.

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After an exceptionally grueling mission, Annie tried to get into the CIA early enough to start her leftover paperwork. Waking up at the ass-crack of dawn was hell on her body, but she forced herself to do so. It's completely worth it, she told herself.

And boy, was it.

Across the gym, Auggie whaling away at a punching bag with deliberate punches and kicks. He'd been going for quite time time already, judging from his sweat-soaked hair and the large dark spots on his shirt. There was such a focused look on his face that Annie doubted he would hear her even if she shouted his name.

Not that she was going to. No, because then he'd interrupt his routine, and why would she do that? This kept him in fantastic shape and gave Auggie one of the best bodies she'd ever seen a man possess. As if his inside sweetness didn't already eclipse his outside hotness.

Yeah, Annie had a not-so-subtle crush on her best friend and CIA mentor. That crush translated to an almost obsessive appreciation for everything he did, including his early-morning workout in the CIA gym that he did almost every day.

She wasn't the only one who appreciated his physique. He consistently ranked in the top three spots on the CIA's Top Ten Sexiest Bachelors list (a completely in-house but valid poll) and left people gaping in his wake. Women all through the building went googly-eyed whenever Auggie's shirts and vests hugged that sculpted chest, or when his long sleeves were rolled up to expose well-defined forearms.

Yeah, Auggie was one fine piece of sexy, sexy man -

"Enjoying the view there, Walker?"

Annie jumped in shock at the sound of her best friend's chuckle. She hurriedly blinked and shook her head to clear it of inappropriate thoughts. "You done working out?"

"For the last ten minutes." He finished towelling his hair and hung the towel around his neck with a cocky grin. "See something you like?" he asked in an entirely too smug voice.

Trying to save what little dignity she had left, Annie deliberately injected a teasing note to her voice. "You should really talk to someone about those delusions of yours, Anderson. A less sympathetic person would report you to HR for sexual harassment."

"You would do that to me?" Auggie asked, adopting a wounded expression that rivalled her neices' best puppy-dog pouts.

"Lucky for you I'm a better friend than that. Besides, it's nearly time to report in."

"Thanks." His smile made her heart stop in its tracks. He grabbed his duffel bag, water bottle and laser cane, making his way towards the locker room. "I'll grab a shower and meet you upstairs," he said over his shoulder.

Auggie...in the shower...Averting her eyes from his retreating back, she said as steadily as possible, "I'll grab you a coffee."

"You're amazing, Walker."

"Better believe it."

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