I do not own these characters. The wonderful writers and producers do. Although I wish I could own Chris Gorham…anyway. On to the story! THIS IS AN AUGNIE PIECE!

The Fall in Zero Gravity

Attraction to Annie came within a few minutes of meeting her, if even that. Many people without the ability to see found that their other senses heightened to make up for the lack.

The smell of her grapefruit like perfume was so different, and not only because she wore it so lightly. He remembered going to the store with his neighbor and smelling it on a woman there; the difference was astounding.

Maybe it was the shampoo she used, or the lotion. Or maybe it was just uniquely her smell that was genetically a part of her. But later, when he gets home that night, he remembers an article he had read about pheromones. Maybe that's what that was.

Annie tried to put away the attraction she felt for Auggie simply because between her sister meddling and the want to get better at her job left her very little time to think about such things. At least until she fell into dreamland and had ridiculous dreams about shoot outs and bombs and Auggie talking her through it all on the ear piece so she'd survive.

And giving her a big, warm and comforting hug at the end of the whole retched ordeal.

But all that went out the window when he helped her with fight. Isn't that kind of ironic, the blind man teaching her how to fight better? She wasn't expecting him to pin her down like that; it took her a second to recover. He had a stunningly wonderful physique for a blind man, considering working out must be difficult sometimes. But he was pressed up against her and his breath was tickling her ear and the closeness was such a turn-on.

And back they went to the hand-to-hand combat lesson.

It wasn't for several months later that anything became of the attraction. Sure, they flirted a bit, but that just seemed natural-the teasing, their little code used in emails, stealing food off each other's plate when they happened to be eating together. (And he was so sneaky about it? How did he do that?)

It happened one night when they were both at the office late. Well, later than usual anyway. Annie had been doing surveillance on a Chinese journalist that was in D.C. for an event at their embassy. The office had soon realized the man was passing messages through the newspaper he left on the table at a coffee shop twice daily.

The messages were a mix of Japanese and Korean and also in some sort of cipher, leaving Auggie to sift through the data the computer was able to pull out of it.

"Yes!" he shouted as the computer dinged out the signal it was finished. He flew across the room on his rolling chair to the printers and picked up those printed from the one that especially "printed" Braille. His fingers flew quickly over the words, double checking what he was sure the computer was telling him.

"Finally!" he said, doing a little victory dance in the chair as he rolled back to the computer desk.

But he was stopped short.

"Oh!" Annie cried as the chair collided with an already bruised knee. She went sprawling into Auggie's lap, halfway straddling him and too close for her mental comfort. "Um, did you finish those notes?" she squeaked out.

"Yeah. He's passing intel. I want to know where he's getting it. It's from a male, someone code named 'lover boy'," Auggie said as he shifted to pull the woman on his lap closer. "I think we need to send in a male. Maybe Wilcox. Someone this operative would go after."

"HA!" Annie laughed as she tried to readjust how she was seated. She squirmed around trying to get up, but stopped when Auggie moved his hands to her hips.

"Just…stay. For a minute. Please," he whispered. Annie looked at him quizzically as his hands drifted up her back to her shoulders and then down her arms. His fingers laced with hers long enough to squeeze her hands before running back up her arms to her neck and began tracing her face.

Auggie delved his hands into her hair, running his fingers through the fine strands. "Your hair is so soft," he murmured before leaning in and kissing her full on the lips.

Annie was so surprised she didn't respond until he swiped his tongue over her lower lip. She quietly moaned and allowed the kiss to progress. She wasn't about to complain-this was one of the best kisses in her life, if not THE best. It was like jumping out of a plane. That first moment when her mind would trick her into thinking she was falling in zero gravity, but then gravity hit her and she would go spiraling through the sky.

It was exhilarating. It was amazing. It was right.

She drove Auggie back to his house when they finally left. He had his hand or her thigh the entire way there, drawing little circles and tapping out messages in Morse code. When she pulled up in front of his place, he told her to wait-he'd be right back. Sure enough, a few minutes later he was back toting a bag.

"Your place is closer to work if we're running late in the morning."

"Ha! Hopeful, are we?" she replied jokingly.

He found her face and kissed her deeply again.

"I can smell you," he whispered.

She blushed and muttered something unintelligible as she pulled from the curb.

The next morning was almost disastrous as Annie and Auggie walked as quickly as possible to her car. They both forgot to set an alarm at all last night. Fortunately Annie's body woke itself at the usual hour, but that barely gave enough time for two showers or breakfast for that matter.

"Thank God for Starbucks," Annie said as they slowed to creep past the kitchen windows. Just when they thought they had made it, she heard the back door swing open.

"Hold it!" Danielle said rather loudly.

They froze in their tracks and Annie murmured "Shit."

"Annie…" Danielle said. Annie turned around and smiled beamingly at her sister.

"Yes, sister dearest?"

"Who is this?" the dear sister replied whilst eyed Auggie up and down.

"Um…Danielle, this is Auggie. Auggie, my sister, Danielle. Sis, we really got to go. We're going to be late to work!"

"So you work together."

"Yes, we do," Auggie piped up. "Annie and I actually work very closely."

"Really? And what is it you do at the Smithsonian?"

"I work electronics for some of the exhibits. Since she began helping the curator and training, she came to me for help."

"Oh. Well, have fun at work today you two. I will see you both a dinner tonight. No exceptions."

"Great," Annie sighed as they climbed into her car. "I'll never hear the end of this."

"Well, that's okay. Who knows? Maybe there won't be an end."

Annie smiled as Auggie rubbed her shoulder before following her arm down to clasp her hand."On to work, sweetie."

Annie rolled her eyes and chucked. "Yes dear."