I still own nothing related to covert affairs.

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She left the house behind grabbing her overnight bag and climbing down into the drivers seat of her car.

Breathe.

Even if she didn't know where they stood relationally, she knew that no one was better at their job than Auggie.

Auggie her handler could be trusted with this situation.

If he said he'd clean it up then he would clean it up.

He was a man of his word.

Breathe Annie.

As she took a turn a little to sharply she felt the key around her neck pull to one side brushing against her chest.

A reminder.

She exhaled a breath.

A reminder of what she'd lost and what she'd left behind that night. Simon was her lover yes, but in the end, he was an assignment and she could see that clearly now as she drove away form his lifeless body.

It wasn't like losing a friend.

It was like loosing an asset.

Nothing more.

She tore off the key and threw it into the floor board of her car. No more hiding. Whatever happens with Auggie and Parker tonight she could handle like a grown woman.

Like a professional.

Like the best friend she was supposed to be.

She pulled into Langley and lugged her overnight bag onto her shoulder. Stepping out of the car and into the crisp night air she held a new resolve.

She loved the idea of Simon Fisher.

She loves August Anderson.

She loves her job.

No.

She was damn good at her job.

And weather or not her and Auggie worked out their personal problems, They were taking Lena down.