Notes: I was originally going to write a virtual Season 6 with new stories each week, but there hasn't been a ton of CA fic out there (thanks so much to those of you that are writing!) so I am going to start publishing chapters instead. Each "story" will have 5 chapters and the titles are all song titles…..you get to figure out by whom.

This picks up exactly where the show left off and since there will not be a season 6 I can take it any which way I want. I hope you enjoy.

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Annie opened her eyes and Auggie was smiling at her, she returned the smile, her mind awash with all the images that just passed by, the moments over the past five years that meant the most to her all had one thing in common.

"Yeah?" Auggie asked in response to her declaration of "Got it".

His hands were still on her shoulders and she felt him loosen his grip, her own hands came up quickly to hold him there.

"Don't go," she said.

"I can probably stay for that tea," he shrugged.

"No, I mean sure we can have tea, but I mean don't go with Natasha. Don't leave. Me. Don't leave me again," Annie sighed.

"Annie…." Auggie's face became guarded.

"I know I have no right to ask, I have no right to expect you to still care about me, but I let you walk away before. I let you leave to go after Parker, twice, and I can't Auggie, I can't lose you again."

"Annie," he hung his head, but his hands were still on her arms, one thumb rubbing softly against her thin shirt.

"You told me to close my eyes once before, to put all the noisy thoughts out of my head, remember?"

"Like blowing out a birthday candle," he grinned.

"What I saw that day in Amsterdam is what I just saw when I closed my eyes now, when I looked inside my heart. When I really let myself look Auggie, I see you."

"I see you too. Which is odd since I have never actually seen you," he puzzled.

"Then please don't leave," She slid her hands along his arms, up to his shoulders and pulled him to her body, held him close felt him sigh against her neck, felt the length of his eyelashes as his eyes slipped shut.

"OK, but you have to tell Natasha," he chuckled.

"I love you, but I am not crazy," Annie teased.

"I love you too."

"I know," she smiled and held on tighter.

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Annie took the last sip of her cooling tea, trying to observe the remaining evidence of Auggie's injuries without him noticing her scrutiny.

"How are your ribs?" she finally asked out loud.

"Healing," he shrugged.

"Are you really OK?" she wasn't necessarily asking about his body.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"And you really want to leave the agency?" she picked at the paper tab on her tea bag.

"I want to have a full life Annie, I want to have a healthy relationship, I want to put that first just like you said last year. I am a company man, you know that, but if it means giving up everything else, I would walk away. I was willing to walk away for Tash, I would certainly walk away for you."

"What if I said I might be walking back."

"To the agency?" he looked up from his tea surprised.

"Joan made me an interesting offer," Annie shrugged, he could hear the fabric of her shirt snap with static electricity.

"What about your heart?"

"We only talked briefly, but she seemed open to a compromise."

"There are treatments," he started and she smiled, of course he did his research.

"I know and I am considering my options. I've had a lot to consider recently."

"Yeah."

"McQuaid asked me to marry him," she blurted out.

"Wow, the guy has balls I will give him that."

"It wasn't the worst offer I ever received," Annie defended.

"He's a good man, I told you that and I believe it, but when you close your eyes, you see me," he said slightly territorial.

"I do," she nodded. "I think he knows that too, when I left him in Argentina he seemed resigned to that, but I should probably give him a definitive answer."

"The answer is no, right?" Auggie smirked.

Annie just laughed.

"Just want to be perfectly clear," he placed his hand out and slid it, palm up, across the small counter between them.

She put her smaller hand in his and watched as each of his long fingers closed over her, the rough pads of his fingertips scratchy against her soft skin. Auggie had touched her so many times, from necessity to desire, and in every instance it had made her breath hitch.

"I want to be a team again, in every way. If I go back to Joan will you go with me?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Can we take a little time first? Get us back?"

"I'd like that," she moved back to his side, abandoning the counter between them.

"Good," he said suddenly breathless as her body slid against his again.

"I need to see Danielle too," she said, her voice strangled.

He nodded.

"Will you come with me?"

He nodded again.

"I need you Auggie, I never need anyone, but I need you," she said and his head shot up and the look on his face was as if a ghost had appeared to him.

"What?" she brushed his bangs back and soothed the worry lines on his forehead.

"I said that to you once, that exact thing."

"You did?" she couldn't recall such a declaration.

"You were in a coma at the time, but it was exactly that."

She kissed him then, softly at first and with building want. His hands moved over her narrow back, finding her long hair and tangling there as their mouths moved eagerly. Finally, she pulled back enough to breathe, keeping their foreheads connected.

TBC…