a/n: In my last chapter, I mentioned a relationship between Ally and Jai's future son (Ari). This little note caused a lot of people to send PMs asking about their relationship and for details about it. So, here it is! A oneshot about the relationship of Ally and Ari. I hope it turned out like everyone wanted. Please stop by and write a review..perhaps request what the next oneshot should be about? My ideas are running low right now. Please review and enjoy this oneshot.

Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own Covert Affairs or Auggie or Annie or Jai or any of that. However, I do own Ally and Catie and Ari. Take that!

Magnetism

The first time he noticed it, it was far too late. There would be no rescuing his youngest daughter from herself, for she was long gone to the art of mischief. And, as her father, he would be the guardian at the center of it all.

"Daddy?" she whispered sweet, rocking back on the heels of her bare feet.

"Yes?" He yawned, opening his eyes and sitting up, turning his head in the direction of the doorway. He was the only one in the bed (again) because Annie had a mission and was somewhere in Europe (again). Auggie was used to this situation and knew what to expect.

"Sorry, I know it's late. Well. Early. But do we have a power drill?" She batted her green eyes innocently.

Auggie's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as sleep still trying to take control of his brain. A power drill? Last time it was jumper cables and a few hundred feet of rope. What would she possibly do with a power drill at this hour?

Auggie knew better than to try and figure it out by himself. She was a mystery and so were her adventures.

"I'm sorry, what?

The teenage girl pouted for effect.

"Power drill. No? I thought we did."

She clasped her hands behind her back.

"Uhm. In the closet near the garage. But…why?"

"Thank you, Daddy!"

And, without answering his question, she was off (again), down the hall leaving her father to fall back onto his bed in utter and sheer confusion (again).

They had gravitated towards each other over the span of many years. It was quite obvious of course. Auggie and Annie frequently brought their young children to work, letting them quietly play in an unused conference room. Jai had the same idea and therefore brought his young son to play as well. Catie had kept to herself for the most part, preferring to read instead of playing with her younger sister and Ari. They were both destructive and loud and energetic and Catie simply was not. Therefore, Ari and Ally quickly became the best of friends and, as years flew by, their innocent play-dates turned into not-so-innocent real dates.

Auggie tried to reason with it. Maybe they just were similar, but somehow he refused to accept that as the true answer. Whatever it was, Ari and Ally were joined at the hip, eyes always sparkling with some sort of chaos and mischief and it no longer came as a surprise to their parents.

They were drawn together. Cut from the same mold. It was her creative side—the part that must have been her mother shining through. At least that's what she told Auggie when she painted; and usually in bright colors—pinks, yellows, and light blues, brightly and boldly covering the canvases which hung on nearly every inch of available wall space in her room.

He understood the best he could. While he didn't quite grasp the why he did grasp the need. So when her phone would ring or she'd lock eyes with Ari from across the DPD… she was off, her pixie laugh echoing as she'd kiss her parents quick and run off on her next adventure.

That's probably what got her into trouble in the first place, he figured. Her adventurous spirit that carried her everywhere. From hiking too far into the woods to attempting to skateboard. She was rather fond of paint ball, he realized, and he couldn't keep her away from contact sports to save his life.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?" She looked up from her notebook, unfolding her legs from under her to stretch as he joined her at the kitchen table.

She turned her eyes back to the page, "So, I was doing some calculus homework, but I think I'm stuck. Could you help?"

And in the blink of an eye she was a different person.

The same person, really. Just the part that wasn't climbing trees and cheating at Monopoly and sitting on the roof in December.

It was two hours later when her phone went off and, without removing her eyes from her work, she answered it.

"Hey. What's up? Oh, Really? Where? Can we get in?" Her eyes sparkled, "Should I bring extra rope just in case?"

Auggie knew without asking that she would be off on another adventure shortly. These late-night phone calls happened very frequently. It had almost completely stopped surprising him. He would leave the porch light on for her and she would sneak back inside at a very early hour. He had just grown used to it. Ari was a good guy and therefore Auggie knew his daughter would return home safely every time.

Some fathers would be appalled and furious at her actions and downright scared for her safety and wellbeing, but not Auggie.

He had reached the conclusion that it was magnetic. They simply couldn't help it. They were both pulled at adventure—at creativity and energy and danger among other things—in a way that excited them down to a molecular level.

Who was he to stand in the way?

He may not understand their way of thinking, but if there was one thing he did understand, it was magnetism.

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