Last chappie was actually suppose to turn into a smut-filled chapter between Annie and Jai, but for some reason typing it felt so wrong. Anyway, Hope you all like my first real stab at smut. *prays frantically* This has been beta'd but they don't want me to mention them by name so...enjoy!

Annie pushed the door to her rooms open with the flat of her hand. She was cold, soaking wet, and tired. Plus, Auggie insisted on staying on the phone with her the entire time. She prayed that her wet hair wouldn't short out her cell. The mission had started out fine until her cover got blown. Auggie was still furious abut it. He was also convinced that there was another leak in the office. More specifically, his department.

"Dammit. My fingers are shaking so bad I'm having a hard time unbuttoning my shirt."

"I could come help you..."

There was an almost purr to his words that sent liquid fire racing through her bloodstream where it pooled between her legs into a pulsing desire.

"I don't think you helping me undress is a very good idea. You have a reputation when it comes to women."

"Yeah, but not a bad one. I haven't met a woman yet who regretted taking me to bed. Quite the contrary. Besides, the thought of helping you undress leaves me quite short of breath."

"Why Auggie, I didn't know you felt that way about me." Annie said coyly as she switched her cell to speaker setting, then peeled off her damp peach colored top.

"I'm a man of mystery, Annie Angel. So, what are you doing right now?"

"I'm currently taking my hair out of its braid, and trying to brush it out." she sniffed her hair lightly, her nose wrinkling at the fishy smell of the strands. "Actually, I need to wash it first, so my hairbrush wont pick up the smell."

"What smell?"

'Don't toy with me Auggie. There is no doubt in my mind that you were able to smell the stench coming off of me in waves."

"Well, now that you mention it, you did smell a little bit like a bad sushi restaurant instead of your usual succulent grapefruit. Here's a question, did you know that there is something erotic about a woman brushing her hair?"

"No, I did not. Annie don't play that way."

A fact that I am eternally grateful for. Here's another question, have you removed your jeans yet?"

She shook her head in amazement. He could go from saying something mildly insulting, to suggestive, to blatantly sexual. "Not yet. Just my top. Why?"

"Just adjusting my mental image."

She laughed softly as she turned on the hot water and added some of her favorite grapefruit bath oil to the water. It never failed to calm her down, and also it made her feel beautiful. While the tub filled, she removed her jeans and tossed them in the garbage. Her bra and panties were from Victoria secret and their immediate disposal was out of the question. Being on the phone with Auggie, at the same time she was removing them made her feel like a temptress. She ran her fingertips across the swell of her breast. Not that she would ever admit it, but her body burned for his touch. She shook of her forbidden thought as she stepped into the blessedly hot water.

"What are you doing right now?" she asked, hoping her voice carried halfway across the room.

He heard the water splash slightly as if she was rearranging herself in the water. He suppressed a small groan as the mental image of her naked in the tub came full frontal in his head. "I'm actually walking up to your front door right now."

She laughed softly. "You are not. Your probably still at the office trying to figure out who the leak is."

"..."

She took his silence as a confirmation.

"Hey Auggie, would you give me a minute to wash my hair?"

He laughed at the question. "Women always use their hair as a convenient excuse. Yes, Annie my dear."

She grinned and dunked her hair under the water and began to lather up. She would probably have to wash it again because of the bath oil, but she really didn't care. She just wanted the smell gone.

After she was done soaping up, she let the bathwater out and began to rinse. As she did so, she leisurely wondered what she would actually do if Auggie had been outside her door. She like to think that hot, steamy sex would follow, but on the other hand, she would probably just grab for the nearest towel, sad to say. Once she was finally finished, she wrapped herself in a thick, fleecy towel and sat down at her vanity to brush her hair.

"Please tell me you haven't hung up on me yet."

"Oh Annie, I'll always be inside your mind, your personal Phantom of the DPD."

She smile through the pain of her tangled hair. "Leave it to you to compare us to the greatest romance of all time."

She suddenly heard a strange, discordant sound come from her living room and she dropped her brush. Auggie apparently heard this over the phone.

"Annie! You OK?"

She listened for the sound again, but when it didn't come, she shrugged it off. "Thought I heard a noise.. Its nothing." She picked up her hairbrush and examined it closely. Her dad had bought it in England after she had admired the hand-painted ceramic handle. She was paranoid about it cracking or breaking.

After checking the brush over, she began to run it through her hair again with slow deliberate strokes. She and Auggie talked about non-essentials while she finished. His very voice drove her insane. For some reason, just the sound made her feel sexy. Made her want to tempt, and seduce him. Auggie was always so calm and collected, and all she wanted was to make him lose control. It made working with him Hell-on-Earth.

Once she was completely finished with her bathroom routine, she stood to leave and her towel unwound from around her body. She thought briefly about catching it, but as she was the only one there, she decided against it. She opened the door to her bathroom and her heart stuttered at what was on the other side of it.

"Told you I was walking up to your door."

Before anyone hurts me, there is a second chapter. It, together with this chapter, would be too long to post together so don't dispair.