a/n: I am on an updating roll! Yeah! Here's the next installment of this collection. Thanks so much, as always, to my amazing beta cotedepablo911. She's a saint and a life saver. And I hope you all enjoy this oneshot. Please leave a review on your way out (you know you want too!). So, without further ado, the oneshot shall begin...now!

Note: This oneshot is obviously randomly ordered. However, I have been working on a chronilogical list of the chapters. If any of you are interested in the chronilogical list of the chapters, please PM me/ask for it in a review and I'd be more than happy to send it over. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Covert Affairs. Not one little tiny bit of it. Zero. Zilch. Nada. However, I do own this wonderful plot and my three equally wonderful OCs. Well, at least I own something, eh?

Eyes Like Rain

August Anderson was a warrior. He had fought in the Iraq war—the fate of the world resting in the balance. He had stared death in the face; loss in the face.

He would always be a warrior. A fighter. A soldier. No matter what he did or said against that fact, it was true. He would always be this way because, when he opened his eyes and saw the black nothingness, Auggie was reminded once again that no one can escape the horrors of a war.

Hardened and strengthened after years in Special Forces, he moved on to right more wrongs. He became an agent. And a good one at that. He helped put away criminals and killers and terrorists. He stood up for the innocent and protected them from the evils of the world. And, despite the blackness surrounding him, once again he was strengthened like a soldier. Like a warrior.

He felt that nothing would ever budge him. That he was a beacon of strength and stability. But, as August Anderson had learned in his years, when ever in his life he was sure about something, there was always the chance he could be wrong.

And how wrong he was.

He didn't think it could happen, honestly. He was a true warrior; tough and strengthened and stable. And yet, his partner, his wife, his lifeline had nearly (and almost literally) brought him to his knees with two small words.

"I'm pregnant."

But he stood his ground. He was elated, exuberant. He stood by her side through every doctor's appointment, endless hours of nursery decorating and the constant argument over silly paint colors, a baby shower that was far too energetic for either of their liking, and midnight ice cream runs. He was scared out of his mind as held her hand through delivery, even as she screamed and cursed and threatened his life—with promises of a slow and painful death on his part. He didn't deny his wife's strength and threats, and he actually feared for his life in some moments. But he was strong, because he was a warrior, and so was his very beautiful, very angry wife.

And before he knew it, she had stopped. She had stopped screaming and shouting and telling him how much she hated him and she had melted into an emotional puddle of new mother with her baby girl wrapped in her arms.

Caitlin Isabella Anderson was welcomed into the world on a perfectly crisp winter's night in January.

Auggie was a very excited new father and never more excited than when he brought home the baby girl with her mother's honey blonde hair and blue eyes the color of rain. She cried quite a bit and, when she wasn't crying, she was sleeping and when she was sleeping, so were they.

What Auggie Anderson did not know was that Catie would do something to him no one but her mother had ever done before. She would ruin him. Break him down. Melt his heart and soften that tough, warrior's heart until it was so very much putty in her tiny, tiny little hands that he cried with joy.

So while his wife was asleep, he crept into the blue and yellow nursery without so much as a sound and gently lifted the barely fussing infant girl up into his arms. And as he sat down in the white rocking chair next to her window, Catie bundled against his strong chest, Auggie Anderson understood.

He understood why he spent years of his life in Special Forces. He knew why day in and day out he worked so hard at the agency to keep killers and criminals and terrorists off the streets of the world. He knew why he defended the innocent.

Without a shadow of a doubt, he understood, listening to the soft breathing of Catie asleep in his arms, that he would never stop making the world safer for the little girl. The innocence of the little girl with eyes like rain.