After the third straight day of terse answers and awkward silences, Annie decided enough was enough. In Paris she'd done what was necessary to save another agent's life. The fact that the agent in question was Mossad instead of CIA should not have mattered. Auggie had no good reason to be pissy with her. She set her alarm clock an hour earlier than usual and called Auggie's car service to let them know they weren't needed that morning.

Auggie answered his door and immediately frowned. "Annie what are you doing here?" His keen sense of smell told him who was at his door, but couldn't tell him how angry she looked.

Annie reached out and shoved him back into his apartment. Once through the door she kicked it shut with her heel. Hands planted on her hips she stalked right up her handler, and best friend, invading his personal space as only she could. "You and I need to talk, Auggie."

His confused expression instantly turned to stone. He took a step back. She followed him.

"Cut it out, Annie. We have to get to work."

"We're not leaving this apartment Auggie Anderson until you tell me what crawled up your ass and took root." She was toe to toe with him and refused to back down until she got an answer.

Her hands clenched the fabric of her skirt atop her hips. His arms crossed in front of his chest. The toe of one, delicious, sling-backed heel tapped on the tile floor of his kitchen. A slight shift in his stance told him he was backed against the breakfast bar. If she got any closer he'd be wearing her perfume for the rest of the day.

"Damn it, Annie, you know why I'm upset. Why can't you trust me?"

She blinked. While she was fairly certain his anger had something to do with the Paris mission, she couldn't comprehend Auggie thinking she didn't trust him. Her shocked whisper said as much. "Auggie you're the only person in the whole world I do trust." She swallowed and looked away. "Completely," she mumbled.

He wanted to wrap her up in a hug right then and forget every, perfectly sane, reason why he was angry. But, he told himself, he needed to make her understand the pain he lived with every time she threw herself into danger.

"You have a funny way of showing it. It's my job to keep you safe Annie. You need to listen to me, to trust me when I tell you to stand down and wait for backup."

She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and glared at him- admitting to herself that glaring at Auggie Anderson was pretty pointless and petty. "Your job is to help me complete my mission, Auggie. That doesn't always mean keeping me safe. Seems to me most of the time your job is to send me into danger."

He reached out and grabbed her. She was standing so close he found her upper arm on the first try. "No! I have to send you into dangerous situations, but that isn't the same thing. You are smart enough to get yourself through missions without really endangering lives- yours or anyone else. I swear Annie, ever since Sri Lanka you've been reckless. Ben isn't worth it."

He knew the second the words were out of his mouth that he'd gone too far. Annie's open handed slap across his jaw only solidified his guilt. She twisted in his grip, trying to pull away. "Let me go," she hissed.

The pain in his chest threatening to well up and choke off his voice, Auggie shook his head. "No." He pulled her the last few inches into his arms and did what he'd wanted to do since that harrowing phone call from Paris. One arm snaked around her waist while the other cupped the back of her head. His handsome face dipped down to whisper against her hairline. "Never."

She was stiff for another minute before stifling a whimper and relaxing. She rested her head against his chest, feeling the softness of his button down dress shirt. In Auggie's arms, whether it was a friendly hug, a jovial shoving match, or this desperate, clinging, embrace, Annie felt safe. Truly safe. She didn't have to pretend to be strong or brave. She didn't have to act like she was over Ben's multiple betrayals.

"No, you don't, and I'd wish you'd stop trying."

She pushed back, both hands sliding up over his chest. "I said that out loud?"

Auggie's lips, finally, quirked into a smile. "You did." He released her from the hug. He ran his hands up and down her arms twice. "I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

"Ditto?"

Outrage and disgust twisted his features. "Did you just quote Ghost? Eew!"

His laughter was contagious. She giggled and bumped him with her hip as she turned away. "Get your coat. We're late for work." She watched while he gathered his things. This was the Auggie she knew and cared for, joking and hiding his pain from the world, but never from her. "So we're good?"

Auggie clasped her elbow on the way out the door. "Oh, Walker, together we're better than good, we're unstoppable."

"Damn straight, Anderson"

A/N: This didn't work out quite the way I had intended. I started them fighting to set the scene for something else, but Annie and Auggie seized the moment and ran with it. I'll have to write another chapter to cover the original conversation I had in mind.

Thank you again for all the wonderful reviews of my previous Covert Affairs fan fiction. I do not lay claim to the characters or storyline of Covert Affairs and no copyright infringement is intended. All trademarks and rights are retained by the series creators and writers.

Oh- the title of this story is the Yiddish word for "trust". Why I gave it a Yiddish name will make more sense once I get that second chapter written!