Author's Note: This is how I hope cases go in Season 4 with an Annie/Auggie established relationship in place. Summer is a long way off, I might have to write a virtual season between then and now. Also, I gave Auggie a code name, fairly certain we have not heard his yet.

Part One

"Annie?" Joan asked and indicated Auggie's office.

Annie hopped up and joined her, gracing her man with a small smile.

"Barber? I need you too," Joan called the other tech op from his desk.

"Annie, I need you on a flight to Tokyo within the hour. We have good intel that Igor Varenko is there. He has been off radar for 18 months, we need him in custody. "

"I don't speak Japanese," Annie was flustered, she hadn't been on a mission since she and Auggie defined their relationship 2 weeks ago.

"No, but you speak Russian and when you have Igor you need to interrogate him. We have a cover for you as a cocktail waitress at a bar he has been spotted at twice this week, we think he has a thing for one of the other waitresses. Barber, here are the schematics, I want eyes and ears inside the club," Joan handed a folder to Barber and he wheeled back to his work station.

"Auggie, get the safe house in Tokyo set up and an extraction plan ready if things go south. Also, get Annie as discreetly wired as possible. Say your good-byes, car will be here in 15 minutes," Joan turned on her heel and left.

"Come with me," Auggie stood and led her to the tech closet, a sound proof and temperature controlled haven of technology.

He gathered all the personal surveillance stuff she could possibly need and a couple fun gadgets for her to have on hand. The Appropriations Committee would probably object, but Auggie always erred on the side of cautious with Annie.

"I wish we had time for a hand-to-hand session Walker, Varenko is a big dude," Auggie sounded calmer than he felt.

"Our hand-to-hand session this morning was good enough," Annie winked even though he couldn't see her.

"You know what is odd?" Auggie asked as he zipped up the bag with all her tech treats.

"Fat free mayonnaise?" she was gearing up for good-bye.

"I am not any more worried about you than I was before, you know, the thing," Auggie blushed and Annie found it so cute she had to kiss him, ensuring Barber was still out of the line of sight.

"You know what that means?"

"I have been in love with you the whole time?" he furrowed his brow.

"Yep," she kissed him again.

"Be careful," he whispered between kisses.

"Always," she squeezed him extra tight and then she was gone.

Auggie knew he had plenty of time to get the safe house ready, while Annie circled the globe. He reached out to Tokyo Station and put in a few special requests.

"I truly never know what you are going to ask for Auggie," the young operative in Tokyo chuckled.

"Thanks Bettina, I owe you a beer next time you make it stateside," Auggie clicked off and dropped his blue tooth on the desk.

"Not exactly SOP boss," Barber grinned.

"What is the sense in doing favors for friends if you cannot expect the same in return. Simple quid pro quo Eric, that is all it is."

Annie was 12 different kinds of gross and exhausted by the time she reached the safe house in Tokyo. She had slept intermittently on the plane between reading her files and missing Auggie. She hadn't realized how quickly she had become accustomed to drifting off to sleep while he combed his fingers through her hair.

She dropped her small bag inside the door, did a quick level 1 sweep and went in search of nourishment. On the counter in the small but immaculate kitchen she found a bounty of treats including tangerines, almonds, chocolate, Perrier and bubble bath.

Usually the local station leaves some food and maybe a candy bar or two for hospitality sake, but this was way nicer. A note peeked out of the basket of fruit.

Helvetica—

Take care of yourself. Call me when you get in regardless of time.

-Capricorn

Annie really had no idea what time it was, the clock on the microwave said 3:30 in the afternoon and she knew that meant the middle of the night at home, but she couldn't resist.

"Annie?" he sounded sleepy.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm here safe and sound," she spoke softly to preserve his slumber.

"Good, everything is set for your meet tomorrow," he sounded a little more awake.

"Thanks Auggie, for that and the treats," she tried to send all her appreciation direct through the phone.

"Oh good, glad you got them. Eat the healthy things too, not just the chocolate. Lonely here without you," he sounded sleepy again.

"Yeah, here too. Go back to sleep, I need you on the other end of the microphone tomorrow."

"Night Annie," he still didn't say good-bye.

Annie opened the fridge to find salmon and green vegetables and all sorts of yummy things, but that bubble bath was calling her name. She settled for a handful of almonds and a bottle of water and wheeled her small suitcase into the bedroom.

She couldn't read the label on the bubble bath, but there was a picture of what looked like, yep, her nose confirmed, eucalyptus, her favorite. Man that man had her wrapped around his little finger already.

Annie made her scheduled meet the next day, got her "uniform" for her cover and was getting ready to head to the bar when Auggie checked in.

"Hey, you almost ready to go?"

"mmmph, mmphh, mmphh," was all he heard in response.

"Wow, now my hearing is going too, were those actual words?"

"Sorry, I was trapped in this poor excuse for a shirt, had to break free."

"Interesting," was all she got from the other end.

"That is one word for it. It has a bit of a naughty school-girl theme to it. I'll be glad you can't actually see me when you are watching tonight."

"My eyes might not work, but I have a fabulous imagination," he chuckled and Barber's head popped up across the room.

"Well this outfit leaves very little to the imagination."

"I am sure you can pull it off just fine."

"I'd rather you were the one pulling it off."

"I do have nice legs."

"Not what I meant."

"Open line here guys," Barber's voice was a couple octaves higher than normal.

"Oops, sorry Eric," Annie blushed.

"OK Barber, Annie is in position, she is going in," Auggie relayed the text she had sent as she exited the Agency van a block from the bar.

"Ears up and eyes up," Barber checked all the equipment as Joan strolled in, her 6th sense telling her it was go time.

Annie entered the club and smiled at the bouncer who did not seem to care that he had never seen her before. The outfit must have been doing the trick as he looked her up and down and she smiled coyly.

"Damn," the whistle was out of Barber's mouth before he could stop it.

"What?" Auggie was instantly on alert.

"Oh nothing, I um, just spilled my Coke," he tried to cover.

"What is it Barber?"

"Nothing Auggie, seriously, she just looks, um really good in the get up," Barber was totally flustered.

"Let's focus on the mark," Joan piped up before things got heated.

It was 30 minutes and 3 shots of vodka for Igor later when Joan was called away. The target was definitely feeling the alcohol, but Joan had to take another call. Annie had piqued her target's interest, but it was still early in the night.

"How does she look?" Auggie asked Barber.

"She's fine, girl can serve drinks, who knew?"

"I mean, what made you whistle earlier?"

Barber audibly swallowed when he saw no look of humor on his boss' face.

"The outfit is small…" he began.

"I know what the outfit looks like, these things tell me everything," Auggie replied indicating his headphones and keyboard.

"Annie is just very fit, that's all. The other girls are super skinny, but Annie looks strong."

"Will it get her made?"

"I don't think so, the men seem to admire it, she's not like scary jacked or anything, she's just fit, you know?" Barber was sweating now.

"I do actually know Annie's body pretty well," Auggie mentioned off-handedly.

Barber wanted to push that, but he knows Auggie and Annie spar in the gym all the time. He also knows how much more Auggie needs to touch people than your average guy. Auggie does seem to touch Annie way more than anyone else though. And the flirty banter has definitely gone up a notch the last few weeks. Something had changed.

There wasn't time for Barber to consider the less-professional aspect of his boss and Agent Walker though as it was go time. Annie made her move and sidled up to Igor to plant the tracker.

"Ruskyi?" she asked in flawless Russian.

"Da," he leered as he looked her up and down.

"I miss home so much," she continued batting her eyes at him.

"You are Russian?" this was always the moment Auggie feared. Annie's language skills were excellent, especuially her Russian, but fooling a native speaker is always risky.

Auggie didn't hear anything but he knew she nodded. Annie could be so beguiling, she was in with Igor, now she just had to get the tracker on him.

"Done," Barber said surprised.

"That was fast," Auggie grinned.

"Whatever she whispered to him when she went in with the tracker definitely distracted him, he is oblivious. The team will pick him up on his way home. Annie just needs to finish her shift to maintain cover and she is clear until the interrogation."

Annie didn't actually mind serving drinks, but she did mind the uniform, it was not comfortable and she knew Barber and Auggie were watching back home. True Auggie "saw" her in a lot less these days, but it was still off-putting in the context of work.

Her shift was wrapping up and Igor was still at the bar, she worried this might be a problem on the way out the door and she was right.

"Devoshka," he approached with the typical yet condescending word for girl in Russian. Condescending that is when applied to a 30 year old woman.

"Uh oh," Barber mumbled around a sandwich.

"Yeah," Auggie sighed.

Annie smiled and shook her head, said she had to get home to her roommate and tried to sidle out the door. The bouncer who had given her such a nice look earlier just looked the other way when Igor grabbed her arm.

"Mozart, what's your 20?" Auggie asked the leader of the back up team.

"Two minutes by foot."

"Stand by we might have to take him in now."

Annie tried to talk her way out of Igor's grasp but he was not letting go.

"Do you think he made her?" Auggie asked missing some of the unspoken signals.

"No, I think he wants her," Barber replied, "her cover is good."

"Until she pulls out her fight skills and he will know she is not some young Russian girl working her way around the globe."

"The dude is big," Barber sounded concerned.

"I know, that is why the team is in place. The second this gets out of hand they are going in to clean up the mess Annie is certain to make of this drunk bastard."

Annie knew how dangerous Igor Varenko was, but she wasn't scared, he didn't want to kill her, he wanted to sleep with her. Her best attempts at setting a date for tomorrow though were being cast aside by his inebriated handsiness. If she didn't get him to back off soon she was going to have to hurt him and that would blow her cover.

Auggie's Russian wasn't as good as Annie's, but he could tell by the tone of Igor's voice and the vitriol in his words that he had gone from playful flirting to nasty. This wasn't going to end well…

To be continued…