AN: So… due to some demand, I will be continuing this as a collection of one-shots based on the questions showed previously.
"Do you think I can do this job?"
All that he needed to do was follow the scent of grapefruit, which led him to the ladies room. Just a few moments before Auggie had started his quest he heard frantic kitten heels coming from Joan's, into the bullpen, and out the doors. He would have ignored it, but he smelt a whiff of a black sheep scent. A whiff of citrus in melting pot of choking flowery and sweet scents. He knew that he had to follow the intoxicating smell.
He stood against the door for a moment, waiting for the all too familiar banging on bathroom stalls to start. He remembered when he came back from Iraq. He was so sick and tired of people treating him like a delicate crystal bowl, like something that could break easily if dropped. He retreated to a stall in an empty bathroom – the women's room – and started banging on the walls. No one came to help him out. he only left when a woman came in and screamed at him for entering the wrong bathroom.
He entered the bathroom once the banging noise ceased. "Whoops, perfume, wrong bathroom. Joan Malone Grapefruit… Annie! You're here? I had no idea." He said, walking towards the stalls.
"Liar." He heard her say in the second stall. He walked to the stall.
"How're you doing?" he asked, leaning against her stall.
"I'm fine."
"Liar." When she didn't respond back he shared, "You know when I started at the Agency, I was so feakin' confused with everything. This was before my accident, I could still see. The protocol, bureaucracy, people I thought were mentors turned out to be jerks, and vise versa. I was a mess. Of course back then I could read the bathroom signs. " he ended on a better note than the rest of his speech.
He heard her move in the stall, "So, what's the secret?"
He pondered her question for a second and answered, "Well, I'm not sure there's really one secret, but I find that it helps to keep a healthy sense of humor and a bottle of patron in my desk drawer." That usually made people laugh, but she stayed mute quiet. So he went on, "Annie, if Joan was going to fire you, she would have already done it. The Agency likes people who take initiative. It's kind of a weird push-pull kind of thing."
"In that case," she said as she opened the stall door and faced him, "I need your help."
They were off the Medical Examiner in D.C. where they were going to prove that Staas wasn't dead. And Auggie knew that they would be in some kind of trouble.
"Yes, you can"
AN: Done! So what did you think?
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~Becca