Author's Note: This is a continuation of what might be my favorite scene in the history of Covert Affairs. In my mind, even a text from Henry couldn't sap Annie of all that adrenaline.

Annie launched herself at Auggie's lips, the tender way he misapplied the tape was too sweet, but as soon as she truly allowed herself to let go and kiss him the phone chimed and scared her. Someone knew what she did.

"Who is it?" Auggie asked once her lips were gone, but she hadn't moved far, not far enough to see yet.

She finally dared to look at the phone and was almost relieved it was just Henry.

"Henry, he wants to meet tomorrow?" she said with trepidation.

Auggie dropped his chin to his chest and sighed, the same anguish on his face she saw the day before.

"Set the meet, I know you're going to," he grinned resignedly.

Annie typed into the phone and a high pitched beep indicated the meet was on. She tossed the phone back on the table and turned back to Auggie. Another night and another pile of first aid wrappings littered their lives.

"Joan's pregnant," Annie blurted out of nowhere.

Auggie's head snapped up.

"I thought you could use some good news," she shrugged.

"Is it? Good news?" he asked conflicted.

"Ultimately, yes I think it is. She looked happy under all the sadness," Annie tried to make that make sense.

"Arthur said they had trouble with that, so yeah, huh," Auggie chuckled at the idea of Joan holding a baby, a hand grenade he could imagine, but a baby.

"She'll figure out what he's doing, or he'll tell her, either way I think it is good news," she finally made her way back to the counter and began cleaning up the detritus of her injury.

When she was close enough that he could feel her warmth again he walked his fingers across the counter and found her wrist, looping two fingers around it gently.

"Why so cautious?" she looked up at him through her lashes.

"You're hurt," he answered honestly.

"I'm fine," she turned her arm in his grasp and his thumb found the pulse point on her wrist.

He ran his thumb back and forth over it and he felt her heart rate increase with each pass.

"Your pulse is erratic," he pointed out his voice slightly hoarse.

"That's not from my injuries," she whispered back as she stepped closer still, the fingers holding her wrist grazed her stomach and he released her arm to capture her hip.

"You sure?" he asked as her hands worked to remove his shirt.

She didn't answer him just turned them around and led them back to the refrigerator, she needed something solid to put her back up against.

THE END