Roadhouse writer, if I didn't want people to respond to my A/N's I wouldn't write them. Also, Linka53, if you did leave a review, I can't find it. Anywho, this lovely little bit'o nonsense was inspired by scubagirl22's last review. So inspiring...

Auggie frowned as he felt his cellphone vibrate a couple of times before calling out '478-213-3867'. That number was so familiar to him...Whose number was that? i Thats when it hit him like a ton of bricks.

Annie watched as the blood drained from Auggie's face, leaving it ash white." Auggie? You OK, baby?"

"Annie Angel, what day is it?"

She paused at this odd question. Its August 16th. Why?"

He took a moment to do some quick mental math. Annie watched him patiently. She liked watching her boyfriend at odd moments like that. His face was relaxed, his lips moved as he silently talked to himself, and his hands flew gracefully in the air. She got goosebumps at the memory of his hands caressing her body. She was snapped from her revelry, when he finally opened his eyes. "Its been exactly one month since I came back from Istanbul hasn't it?"

It took Annie a little longer to do the math, but once she was done, she came up with the same numbers. "Yeah it has. Why, whats wrong?"

Auggie gave himself a quick head-slap. How was he suppose to tell his new girlfriend that he had made plans to meet a stewardess that he had only spent a few day with, in Barbados? He buried his face in his hands. "Well, I kinda made plans with somebody for today." He said, his words muffled.

Annie rolled her eyes. He might have been a Techno-God in the office, but he was hopeless when it came to the mundane. "well call your friend back nd tell him that your running late and you'll see him in a few minutes."

That only mad him feel worse. "Well...the plans were to meet in Barbados and...itsnotexactlyahe."

These last words were said in such a rush that it took Annie a couple of seconds to decipher it. Did he say what she thought he said? Thats when it dawned on her. The time frame, plus the fact that he was freaking out over it... Thats when she got a suddenly devilish idea.

"What was that Auggie? It almost sounded like you said 'it wasn't exactly a he' which is silly because you would never make plans with another woman without telling me." Annie made sure to insert the right amount of injured innocence into her voice.

The phone started ringing again, and Auggie felt like crawling under the table. How could Annie trust him so completely? Especially after what happened with Mercer? "Annie, I really need to tell you something, Sweetheart."

She reached out and took his hand, gently. "Whatever it is, Auggie we can take care of it together." She pulled the acting back, just slightly, not wanting to overdo it.

He closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself to shatter her trust in him. "Well Angel, I sort of made plans to meet Franka in Barbados."

This was met with silence. Auggie cursed his blindness, and not for the first time. He could only guess at the expressions crossing Annie's face. Anger? Sadness? Or worse, disappointment?

"Annie, to be fair, I did think that I wouldn't make it and really wasn't planning on meeting her."

"No, to be fair, you really weren't thinking, about me, her, Joan, or anybody but yourself." She sniffled slightly, to make it sound as though she was crying.

Auggie's heart broke. He had promised never to hurt her or make her cry and now he had done both of those in one fell swoop.

"I trusted you once, and what do you do? You take it for granted." She examine his face carefully, reading his body language. He felt bad, but not quite bad enough.

"Annie, I never meant to hurt you, and I have never taken you for granted. I care about you more than an other woman, except my mother and Joan."

Damn. She thought to herself. Not quite there yet. It was time to pull out the heavy artillery. She reached up and pulled off the special braille necklace he had given her the day he had asked her out. Then she took his hand and placed the necklace it it, closing his fingers around it.

Auggie crumbled. His shoulders drooped, his body shook and tears coursed down his cheeks. To top it off, his phone started ringing again. He pulled it out of his pocket and made a move as if to throw it, but Annie plucked it out of his fingers and answered it. "Hello, Franka? Hey, my name is Annie and I'm sorry to tell you, but Auggie will not be meeting you, today or any other day for that matter. I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience to you. Goodbye."

She snapped the phone shut smartly, and put it back i his hands. "I think that will take care of her won't it? As well as your former propensity to sleep with anything that moves."

Auggie had such a blank stare on his face that it made Annie want to laugh. Instead, she reached over and took her necklace back.

"You knew the entire time, didn't you?"

"Yeah,'' she said without remorse.

Auggie wasn't sure what to do. Annie had practically driven him to his knees, and then spun it around quite nicely. He wanted to be angry with her at first, before realizing that it was what the C.I.A trained her to do. So instead, he burst out laughing.

"I'm going to have to mind my p's and q's round you, ain't I?"

Smiling, she took a sip of beer. "Damn straight."

Franka put her phone down, puzzled. It wasn't the first time something like that had happened, and it probably wouldn't be the last. But still, she had hoped that Auggie would be different. She shrugged it off and looked at the man sitting next to her. He was reasonably attractive, with tan skin and dark hair. "So, handsome. Whats your name?"

"Ben. Ben Mercer."

Now I have to hurry up because Auggie's episode is coming on again at 11 tonight.