I got up all early this morning, and thought I might go get my coworkers some cronuts with the extra time. Instead, I wrote this and now I'm running late. Let me know what you think!

Auggie woke up to the sound of Annie walking into his apartment. He hadn't intended to succumb to the exhaustion, but he and Annie had gone almost three days without sleeping and he had made the mistake of sitting down to wait for her.

"Hey." She said.

"You're free." Auggie replied with a grin.

"Yeah." Her tone wasn't as happy as it should have been.

"What happened?" Auggie asked, concerned.

Annie sighed and poured herself a glass of water. She took a long drink. "Can we talk about it in the morning?"

"Sure." He replied. He stood and found her in the kitchen. Touching her arm, he moved his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

Annie tried to pretend everything was fine, but she was cold in response. Auggie wrote it off as exhaustion. "Come on." He urged, walking toward bed.

Annie slipped off the suit she was wearing and looked at the shirt of Auggie's that she had worn the last time she slept. 1995 High School Wrestling. Had Helen worn that same shirt, when she and Auggie were together? The taste of bile rose in her stomach.

She climbed into bed next to him and let him wrap his arms around her. "Where's my shirt?" He mumbled, already half asleep.

"Too much energy to put it on." She replied. Within moments they were both out until morning.

Annie woke first, the uneasy news from the day before weighing on her. She stared at Auggie while he slept, wondering if it were really possible that he was still communicating with his supposedly dead wife.

She considered trying to find out herself, rather than trusting him to explain. It would be easy to plant a bug on his clothes, and no big deal to follow him. But he deserved better than that.

Before his breathing changed, he opened his eyes. There was a flurry of blinking before he relaxed into an unfocused stare toward the ceiling.

"Something is still bothering you." He greeted.

"Why would you think that?" Annie replied, trying to hide the shock in her voice.

"Call it a blind superpower." He said, his tone somber. He pulled her hair away from her face with his hand. Gently touching her, he continued. "Rossabi gave you 24 hours, didn't he?"

Annie gently shook her head. "Rossabi was bought by Henry."

Auggie pinched his eyes shut and swallowed. He took a very deliberate breath. "I'd rather us be on our way to the Caymans than in his debt."

"I assured Henry that I would not be paying him back."

"So you talked to him." Auggie was back to breathing normally.

"I told him I was done."

Auggie released a breath and gave a small smile.

"And then he told me about Helen."

Auggie's smile grew. "Well, for once he was late in sharing other people's business."

"Your stories doesn't match."

Auggie propped himself up. "I told you the truth, Annie."

She stared at him a moment. "All of it? The story completely, totally, absolutely ends in 2006?"

"What are you getting at?" Auggie's expression bordered between confusion and anger.

"Just tell me Auggie, is there anything about Helen since 2006 that I should know about?"

Auggie's face flickered with emotions. "I don't know. She probably had some missions left unfinished, assets left in the cold that we didn't know about. But nothing that I can think of that Henry would be using to drive yet another wedge between us."

Annie watched his frustration but said nothing. Silence was a powerful interrogation skill.

"Believe me, Annie. If I had any idea what you were trying to pull out of me right now, I would give it to you."

"I believe you." She said softly.

They were sitting up in bed by now, and she took his hands in hers. Auggie was practically frantic, imagining the possibilities. Annie had been cold to him the night before, and his last girlfriend had left him in the same situation: in bed, without warning.

Annie squeezed his hands before speaking. "He told me that Helen is still alive."

Auggie's face became expressionless and his grip on her hand went limp. His gaze that had been darting around the room settled to a spot behind her right ear without any focus. "No." He whispered.

"I believe you, Auggie." Annie said, softly.

"She can't... I saw... They said..."

Seeing the grief on his faced pulled Annie out of any anger or confusion. She leaned forward and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Tell me exactly what he said." His growled.

Annie recounted her talk with Henry. "I honestly didn't have the energy to fight with you last night, if it came to that. So I wanted to wait until this morning."

"Are we fighting?" Auggie asked.

"Have you been secretly talking to the wife that you said died in 2006?"

"No." He said with absolute certainty.

"Then no." She replied. "I'm so sorry, Auggie." She wrapped her arms around him and they just sat in each other's embrace for a moment.

"Let's get ready for work. I need to make a detour on the way in." He was unreasonably calm.

"Okay."

Annie still wasn't used to looking for the new car. Calder had given the keys to her when he told her about keeping her new NOC.

"I can't believe that somebody that goes on as many off-book missions as you drives a bright red car."

"Not all of us can afford loud sports-cars that cost more than most of our colleague's annual salary."

"They make cheap cars in neutral colors." Calder had quipped back.

"I'd rather put my money toward tropical vacations with my boyfriend." Annie responded with a smile.

When she put the key in the ignition, an address that Auggie had sent from his phone displayed on the GPS.

"In the interest of full disclosure, I know this is the address for the Campbells."

"Then hurry up and get me there." Auggie responded. "I have to have a man to man talk with Arthur."