Their first six months together were rocky, to say the least. Keeping it covert lasted for almost exactly two minutes, and just as quickly as that line between friends and lovers was crossed, all of Langley knew Auggie Anderson and Annie Walker were an item, and not a casual one either. First thoughts were that this was a blessing in disguise. Surely our new agent would not be falling in love with any more assets or foreigners, and the tech ops wouldn't be rolling around in sheets with anymore reporters. But that also lasted for almost exactly two minutes, after which everyone and every mission seemed hell-bent on separating, destroying, blocking, damaging, sabotaging, and manipulating their relationship. It was a damn good thing the pair had learned a thing or two about trusting no one but themselves long before beers at Allen's turned to romantic weekends and shower sex.

"You can't do this anymore, Auggie!" The blonde blasted angrily through the apartment, a metaphorical angry smoke billowing behind her. Was she angry? Yes. Was she aggravated? Certainly. Did she want to strangle the overprotective, jealous, pain-in-the-ass blind man behind her that barely dodged her discarded stiletto lying on the floor mere inches from his path? Definitely. Was this anger and this rage that had been bubbling and boiling to the edge for months, ready to burst at her seams all stemmed from this crazy, unexplainable, undeniable love she had for him? Without a doubt, and that was what pissed her off the most.

"You know, this," she emphasized the word with a dramatic movement of her hands between them, hitting him in the chest as he came closer. "...is why no one wants you to be my handler or have you in my ear during missions anymore."

The man wore a look of exasperation, worry, a little hurt, and a lot of guilt. He messed up, and he knew it. This was a deep hole he had dug himself into, and in his state, he certainly hoped she gave him a hand or he'd never escape. He turned to her, as best as he could which ended up being only a few degrees off, and with those pleading, apologetic brown eyes of his, tried his hardest to express his guilt over the entire turn of events.

"Annie, I'm sorry," he near begged. "I just couldn't let you stay there. I could hear it in your voice Annie. I could feel it." He tried to feel for her, reaching out his hands to try and contact her skin in some way, but she silently took a step back, her arms firmly crossed across her chest, long out of his reach. "Please, Annie." His eyes were glassy and she felt the first sting of remorse. Those eyes, those warm brown eyes that at this moment looked so sad, so innocent, so heartfelt and apologetic, flicked around slowly but aimless like a blind puppy's gaze, and that always stung a little. He was sorry, she could see that even if he couldn't see anything. That didn't make it any better though. His protectiveness, his natural instinct to fly someone in to rescue her that had been heightened since they started dating, was the cause of all this grief and strife and the often concluding makeup sex that certainly felt wonderful at the moment but failed to fix anything in the long run.

"Annie," he really was begging now, trying so hard to place her next to him when she stood there so silently he wasn't certain she hadn't walked away yet. "Annie, I..." his mouth was open but no words came out. She watched him gaping for the words like a fish looking for water. She wanted to keep being mad at him. She wanted to drag this out as long as she could, make him really feel the burn, but her resolve was faltering. She knew he was only being this way, he would only ever really compromise her mission if he was a thousand percent certain that she was in immediate, life-threatening danger. And if he wasn't the man that always had his hands in more than one pie, if he wasn't the man who always had eyes and ears everywhere and anywhere all at once, if he wasn't her Auggie, she would never forgive him. But he was. He was her Auggie. He loved her more than she wanted to dare admit, and she loved him back all the same too.

"Please, Annie," he finally started up again. He was speaking with his hands out in front of him, stressing his emotions and words even though he couldn't see them, and before he could open his mouth to say another word Annie Walker took three fast steps forward, right between his arms, crashing her body against his and covering his lips with hers. He almost stumbled a moment as he wrapped his arms tightly around her body and finally let go of the sorrowful look or remorse let himself fall into the kiss that said more words than he could.

"You have a lot of making up to do, Anderson."

Author's Note:

Hey guys. Though I'm not new to writing fanfiction, this one was definitely a first. I just started watching Covert Affairs a few weeks ago and fell unbelievably in love with Auggie and Annie. As I finished up the last few (most recent) episodes, I knew I had to commemorate my new favorite ship with a fanfiction, but I ended up doing something a little different.

The story is called "Timeline" because this is an outline of their life, and all the major chapters in it in a sequential order. At first I was going to post this fic as a one-shot with just one little paragraph for each "chapter" on this timeline I created. But I realized that 1.) it was boring, and 2.) it really is meant to be read in sections, like different chapters in a timeline, so I added little snippets after each "chapter) to make it like a series of short stories. There will be 11 sections total, starting from early on in Auggie and Annie's relationship all the way to when they're both very old and grey.