The morning after watching 4x10, I had all kinds of thoughts. I couldn't sort them. I wrote a thousand words, then talked to WillyNilly23 and started all over. I have been so scattered.

So here is a snippet I've come up with so far. You may get a lot of disjointed snippets. You may get an actual story. I know you're getting more. But for now...

Auggie was still sitting in the bed processing his emotions when there was banging at his door. It took a few moments for him to acknowledge the sound and get his body to react. He wasn't ready to face anybody.

"Auggie! I know you are home, man. Open up!" Barber's voice came through loud but sympathetic.

Auggie walked to the door and pulled it open. Before he could react, he was pulled into the long arms of his colleague in a very awkward hug.

As though suddenly realizing what he had done, Barber let go and stepped away, into Auggie's apartment. "I'm so sorry man. I can't believe, it's just, I saw it and I had to get over here because it was Annie and I know that you..."

This was when Auggie would usually interrupt Barber to chill him out, but he didn't. He simply walked over to the couch and collapsed.

"I was, I am, worried about you." Barber finally said.

"I'm okay." Auggie said, quietly. His eyes were settled somewhere on the coffee table and he looked nowhere near okay.

Barber stared at his friend a moment, then noticed the state of the apartment that was so impeccably neat just weeks ago.

"What happened to your place, man? Did you just do all this?"

"Of course not." Auggie responded.

"What did you guys get yourselves into?" Barber asked.

"You shouldn't be here." Auggie replied. "You've already risked too much."

"You're my friend. The Agency can't be mad at me for checking on a friend."

"Yes, they can." Auggie replied. "And they will be coming soon, so you should go."

"I can't leave you here, in this state, with this mess. Let me help you at least put some of this-"

"Eric, please." Auggie's tone kept an eery calmness, but still stopped the man from continuing. "I appreciate you coming. It means a lot. I just need some time alone right now."

Eric looked at Auggie's pained features. He had seen him in all states of anxiety ever since Annie Walker had arrived at the DPD, but he had never seen him so lifeless.

"You aren't going to do anything stupid, are you?" Eric asked. Auggie could hear the tender concern in his voice.

"Probably." Auggie replied. He looked up toward the concerned friend, his expression serious. "But nothing you could prevent by staying."

"Auggie," Barber whined. He was practically crying.

"I'm not going to hurt myself." Auggie clarified. "My apartment has been this way for a while. Wilcox is probably arranging for my arrest right now and I don't want you to be caught up in this. I appreciate the concern. Now go."

"Okay, man. You have my number if you need anything. I mean it, call me for anything."

"Thank you." Auggie responded. He leaned forward and put his face in his hands.

Barber stood there, looking at the strong mentor before him, full of pain. Then he saw himself out of the apartment to allow the man some privacy.