Top Notes Chapter One
Title: Top Notes
Author:
Fandom: Covert Affairs
Rating: K
Warnings: N/A
Pairings (if applicable) Annie/Auggie
Character(s) (if applicable) Annie, Auggie, Danielle,
Summary: Sequel to "Solace". Auggie Anderson became a permanent fixture of the Brooks-Walker household. Curled up to Annie, he wondered for how long they could toe the line between Friends and More than Friends, without messing it all up
"Haven't you learned not to sneak up on me, Annie?" Auggie smirked as he spun around in his chair and pulled down his headphones. He had grown very finely tuned to Annie's presence - her perfume, the sound of her heels - they all alerted him to when she entered to the room.
Today was different. He could barely spell her grapefruit perfume, and his nose was filled raspberry top-notes, and her pointy kitten heels had been traded in for a pair of flats.
"Huh?" Annie's head tilted, her nose furrowing in confusion. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed in amusement.
Auggie lifted his hand gesticulated generally towards her head and towards feet, "Well, you know, the perfume, and the . . . the heels."
"Oh . . ." Annie snorted, "I took a shower last minute, and borrowed Bea's shampoo. Hand to hand combat with a patriotic North Korean agent leaves you all sweaty," she shuddered, and smirked. "And walking in heels isn't as easy as it looks, you know."
"Oh," Auggie murmured, suddenly embarrassed of the thought that Annie would deliberately try to avoid him, "Well," he smiled brightly, "CIA shower stalls are the best in invention in, like, the world," he spread his arms out.
Annie strolled over to him and perched herself on his desk. "You know what today is?" she asked
"Um," he searched his brain, but he'd never been good at remember appointments, "the fifth?"
Annie rolled her eyes, and pressed the side button of his watch.
"Thursday. Thursday. Thursday! Thursday! Thursday!" his watch rang out as she repeatedly pressed it.
"Okay! Okay," he swatted her hand away, "I get it, it's Thursday Night Dinner."
"Uh huh, the girls have been looking forward to this since . . ." she paused as she pretended to think, "Last Friday. They love their 'Uncle Auggie', you know."
He cracked a smile at that, and she continued, "So c'mon, I want to scare everybody by showing up on time."
And with that, he powered off his computers, and walked arm in arm with Annie out of the dimly lit office.
xXx
"Uncle Auggie! Aunt Annie!" was the first thing they heard as the aforementioned sneaked in through the side door, and were hit by colliding bob-haired missiles.
Auggie and Annie easily lifted up whichever Brooks daughter they had clutching them - Annie holding Chloe, and Auggie holding Katia.
"Guess what! Guess what!" Katia gushed, unable to stay still as she waited for a response. Chloe, however, was too busy fiddling with the collar of Annie's shirt to notice.
"What?" Auggie obliged, as he set her on the counter. Katia looked nearly ready to burst with excitement.
"I made an A plus on my first spelling test!" the oldest Brooks daughter exclaimed.
"Congrats KitKat," he exclaimed giving the girl in question a high-five. She giggled, and jumped off the counter before she missed her show. Chloe mimicked her and trailed after her older sister.
Danielle chose that moment to walk past the two giggling girls and into the kitchen where she found Annie and Auggie standing there. A look of concern suddenly encompassed her face.
"Are you guys okay? Is everything alright?" she asked worriedly.
Annie and Auggie exchanged confused glanced, without actually making eye contact.
"What are you talking about, 'Elle?" Annie questioned, taking all three of them out of their misery.
"You guys aren't late. Actually," Danielle glanced at her watch, "you're early."
Annie smirked knowingly, and hip-bumped Auggie as she left the room to help the girls set the table. Auggie followed suit and left as well, leaving Danielle with a perplexed expression on her face.
xXx
Dinner had passed relatively uneventful. Then again, for Auggie and Annie, working at the CIA had the constant downside of making any 'normal' occurrence seem uneventful.
When no one was shot or blown up, they both considered it a good day. Katia shared again about her first A plus, and Chloe commented that she had made a new friend, Emily, who had a "funny accent".
Michael spoke up about his job search, and how he felt that his interviews had gone exceptionally well. Danielle smiled genuinely at that, and shared that her catering business was now up and running, and that she had a party on the 15th.
Auggie and Annie shuffled quietly in their seats, hoping that nobody would notice that they hadn't yet spoken, and they had almost gotten away clean if it wasn't Chloe speaking up when she noticed that the pair had stayed moderately quiet with the exception of an occasional "Uh huh," or a "Well, that's great,".
Annie glanced at Auggie subtly to gauge his reaction, and had to admit that it was true what was whispered around the Agency. You can take the man out of the CIA, but you can't take the CIA out of the man. It was the unofficial slogan and motto of those that worked there.
His face was a statue carved out of stone, his expression revealing nothing. His jaw was set, and his lips were slightly upturned, but were otherwise fairly still. It was one of those moments when she wished she could just watch him for a while, and maybe she would learn what ran through his mind.
It was a fairly good thing that he spoke and broke her out of her reverie, because otherwise she would have stayed in that position.
With a subtle quirk of his lips, he began, "Well, Annie and I have been researching the civilization of Babylon in the 1700s BC, because there's been an alleged find in eastern Syria of an artifact that could've belonged to Hammurabi, who reigned for over forty years there."
Annie sat open mouthed as she listened to Auggie's response. How much information did he have stored just for this occasion - someone asking about his work?
"Right, Annie?" he asked, nudging her shoulder discreetly.
"Um, right," she answered.
There was one thing about Auggie that she would never get used to. He always surprised, and never ceased to amaze her.
xXx
After dinner, the girls were sent to bed after giving a goodnight kiss to all four adults, and after the table was cleared, they all sat down to watch a movie, with Auggie paying much more attention to the blonde spy curled up next to him.
He knew it was getting late, and was half asleep himself when both Danielle and Michael wished him a goodnight and left. He was only barely awake to manage a "'Night Dani, 'night Michael."
He became somewhat aware of a weight on his shoulder that was only getting heavier as Annie her head on him completely.
"Annie," he murmured, prodding her awake, "Hey, it's late, and I'm gonna go," he spoke as he tried to remove himself without moving her much.
Annie was completely opposed to the idea as she tugged him down next to her and reverted back to her original position. "Stay," she murmured, as she nuzzled his shoulder.
"Annie . . ." he began. In her barely lucid state, there wasn't any way she would remember her request in the morning when she found herself curled up to her best friend.
"Please," she mumbled, as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. His senses went into overdrive as the combination of her still lingering grapefruit mixed in with the feeling of her so close to him overwhelmed his senses.
"Okay," he murmured back, as his defenses finally broke.
Next Chapter.
Author:
Fandom: Covert Affairs
Rating: K
Warnings: N/A
Pairings (if applicable) Annie/Auggie
Character(s) (if applicable) Annie, Auggie, Danielle,
Summary: Sequel to "Solace". Auggie Anderson became a permanent fixture of the Brooks-Walker household. Curled up to Annie, he wondered for how long they could toe the line between Friends and More than Friends, without messing it all up
"Haven't you learned not to sneak up on me, Annie?" Auggie smirked as he spun around in his chair and pulled down his headphones. He had grown very finely tuned to Annie's presence - her perfume, the sound of her heels - they all alerted him to when she entered to the room.
Today was different. He could barely spell her grapefruit perfume, and his nose was filled raspberry top-notes, and her pointy kitten heels had been traded in for a pair of flats.
"Huh?" Annie's head tilted, her nose furrowing in confusion. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed in amusement.
Auggie lifted his hand gesticulated generally towards her head and towards feet, "Well, you know, the perfume, and the . . . the heels."
"Oh . . ." Annie snorted, "I took a shower last minute, and borrowed Bea's shampoo. Hand to hand combat with a patriotic North Korean agent leaves you all sweaty," she shuddered, and smirked. "And walking in heels isn't as easy as it looks, you know."
"Oh," Auggie murmured, suddenly embarrassed of the thought that Annie would deliberately try to avoid him, "Well," he smiled brightly, "CIA shower stalls are the best in invention in, like, the world," he spread his arms out.
Annie strolled over to him and perched herself on his desk. "You know what today is?" she asked
"Um," he searched his brain, but he'd never been good at remember appointments, "the fifth?"
Annie rolled her eyes, and pressed the side button of his watch.
"Thursday. Thursday. Thursday! Thursday! Thursday!" his watch rang out as she repeatedly pressed it.
"Okay! Okay," he swatted her hand away, "I get it, it's Thursday Night Dinner."
"Uh huh, the girls have been looking forward to this since . . ." she paused as she pretended to think, "Last Friday. They love their 'Uncle Auggie', you know."
He cracked a smile at that, and she continued, "So c'mon, I want to scare everybody by showing up on time."
And with that, he powered off his computers, and walked arm in arm with Annie out of the dimly lit office.
xXx
"Uncle Auggie! Aunt Annie!" was the first thing they heard as the aforementioned sneaked in through the side door, and were hit by colliding bob-haired missiles.
Auggie and Annie easily lifted up whichever Brooks daughter they had clutching them - Annie holding Chloe, and Auggie holding Katia.
"Guess what! Guess what!" Katia gushed, unable to stay still as she waited for a response. Chloe, however, was too busy fiddling with the collar of Annie's shirt to notice.
"What?" Auggie obliged, as he set her on the counter. Katia looked nearly ready to burst with excitement.
"I made an A plus on my first spelling test!" the oldest Brooks daughter exclaimed.
"Congrats KitKat," he exclaimed giving the girl in question a high-five. She giggled, and jumped off the counter before she missed her show. Chloe mimicked her and trailed after her older sister.
Danielle chose that moment to walk past the two giggling girls and into the kitchen where she found Annie and Auggie standing there. A look of concern suddenly encompassed her face.
"Are you guys okay? Is everything alright?" she asked worriedly.
Annie and Auggie exchanged confused glanced, without actually making eye contact.
"What are you talking about, 'Elle?" Annie questioned, taking all three of them out of their misery.
"You guys aren't late. Actually," Danielle glanced at her watch, "you're early."
Annie smirked knowingly, and hip-bumped Auggie as she left the room to help the girls set the table. Auggie followed suit and left as well, leaving Danielle with a perplexed expression on her face.
xXx
Dinner had passed relatively uneventful. Then again, for Auggie and Annie, working at the CIA had the constant downside of making any 'normal' occurrence seem uneventful.
When no one was shot or blown up, they both considered it a good day. Katia shared again about her first A plus, and Chloe commented that she had made a new friend, Emily, who had a "funny accent".
Michael spoke up about his job search, and how he felt that his interviews had gone exceptionally well. Danielle smiled genuinely at that, and shared that her catering business was now up and running, and that she had a party on the 15th.
Auggie and Annie shuffled quietly in their seats, hoping that nobody would notice that they hadn't yet spoken, and they had almost gotten away clean if it wasn't Chloe speaking up when she noticed that the pair had stayed moderately quiet with the exception of an occasional "Uh huh," or a "Well, that's great,".
Annie glanced at Auggie subtly to gauge his reaction, and had to admit that it was true what was whispered around the Agency. You can take the man out of the CIA, but you can't take the CIA out of the man. It was the unofficial slogan and motto of those that worked there.
His face was a statue carved out of stone, his expression revealing nothing. His jaw was set, and his lips were slightly upturned, but were otherwise fairly still. It was one of those moments when she wished she could just watch him for a while, and maybe she would learn what ran through his mind.
It was a fairly good thing that he spoke and broke her out of her reverie, because otherwise she would have stayed in that position.
With a subtle quirk of his lips, he began, "Well, Annie and I have been researching the civilization of Babylon in the 1700s BC, because there's been an alleged find in eastern Syria of an artifact that could've belonged to Hammurabi, who reigned for over forty years there."
Annie sat open mouthed as she listened to Auggie's response. How much information did he have stored just for this occasion - someone asking about his work?
"Right, Annie?" he asked, nudging her shoulder discreetly.
"Um, right," she answered.
There was one thing about Auggie that she would never get used to. He always surprised, and never ceased to amaze her.
xXx
After dinner, the girls were sent to bed after giving a goodnight kiss to all four adults, and after the table was cleared, they all sat down to watch a movie, with Auggie paying much more attention to the blonde spy curled up next to him.
He knew it was getting late, and was half asleep himself when both Danielle and Michael wished him a goodnight and left. He was only barely awake to manage a "'Night Dani, 'night Michael."
He became somewhat aware of a weight on his shoulder that was only getting heavier as Annie her head on him completely.
"Annie," he murmured, prodding her awake, "Hey, it's late, and I'm gonna go," he spoke as he tried to remove himself without moving her much.
Annie was completely opposed to the idea as she tugged him down next to her and reverted back to her original position. "Stay," she murmured, as she nuzzled his shoulder.
"Annie . . ." he began. In her barely lucid state, there wasn't any way she would remember her request in the morning when she found herself curled up to her best friend.
"Please," she mumbled, as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. His senses went into overdrive as the combination of her still lingering grapefruit mixed in with the feeling of her so close to him overwhelmed his senses.
"Okay," he murmured back, as his defenses finally broke.
Next Chapter.