Character: Annie Walker.
Genre: Gen. (het flirting)
Fandom: Covert Affairs.
Word count: 301.
Written at the A Muse Meme lj comm for the Prompts: You get a call at 3 am.
Once Annie was sure that whomever was at the other end of the line wasn't her boss or her sister, she said "For your sake, it had better be daylight where you're calling from."
"I'm just outside," Eyal said.
Annie muttered something uncomplementary.
"Yiddish, neshima, truly?"
"It's too early for anything else," Annie told him. "What do you want now?"
"I want to help," Eyal said.
"It's...three am, Eyal," Annie said.
"I want to give you a hand."
There's the double entrende agent I know. "I don't need a hand," Annie said.
"Your country's relations with a certain Pacific island are about to argue otherwise," Eyal said. "I thought you would welcome a bit of advance warning."
"I appreciate the heads-up." And what Pacific country would tell Israel they were about to have a tiff with the US? "But I know you're not telling me the whole story."
"Do you now?" Eyal asked, and Annie could hear the ever-so-innocent-looking smile.
"I know you, Eyal," Annie said.
"Then you may wish to change into something more suitable for travel, Annie. The plane leaves in an hour."
"Where you'll make more sense?"
"Where you will know everything I do."
"Scary thought," Annie said.
"Isn't that the point of two minds becoming one?" Eyal asked.
"You're confusing marriage with a Vulcan mind meld. Good night," Annie said and hung up. Two seconds later, her phone rang again. "What?" Annie asked.
"Good morning, Annie," Auggie said. "Now I'm sorry to wake you up at Oh-dark-"
"You didn't wake me," Annie said.
"Oh. Then I'm sorry to interupt -"
"You didn't interupt."
Auggie was quiet for a little while. "So...no ice cream?"
"What do you want, Auggie?" Annie asked.
"Only you, Miss Walker," Auggie said.
Annie waited for the inevitable notification of mission that always followed.