Series Title: The Masquerade Ship: John/Ellie Author: Ianjunkie lj user ="jellie_rayneluv" Rating: PG-13 for now (will get high in later chapters)
Chapter Title: The Favor
Spoilers: none that I know of. Maybe season two finale, as it never happened in my world
Author's Note: Devon has split and broken Ellie's heart. It's several months later and a chance encounter with her
handsome neighbor, where she least expects to find him, may be a new beginning.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except some OCs that may present themselves.
Thi is my very first REAL fan-fic that I have ever attempting to post. So please read and review ... And THANKS to all your really good writers out there who inspire the rest of to try.
and if it totally wreaks, please let me know in the nicest way possible.
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John Casey was bored with a capital "B". He could not believe that General Beckman had actually persuaded him to come
to this swanky soiree in her place. He must be getting soft. Well, he had to admit it was for a really good cause: to raise
money for Disabled Veterans, and families of those injured or killed overseas. He knew alot of those. He had served with
many of them. They were all good men. They needed all the help they could get from the country that they had made so
many sacrifices for.
He had tried to talk her into finding someone else to attend. Someone who wasn't on assignment. The General had told
him to stop whining. Sarah and Chuck were on "Special Assignment" in DC, so there was no reason why John couldn't attend.
'So what', he thought to himself, 'if he had things he wanted to do with the rare and precious time away from the thorn in his
side that was Chuck Bartowski.' She had been adamant that she wanted him there to represent the NSA in her stead ... however,
she was rather vague on why she couldn't attend. John didn't push her on that.
The General hadn't actually ordered him to go, but she did stress that she would consider it a personal favor and she would
"owe him one". She also stressed that it would be beneficial for him to go. "Who knows," she had told him "It could turn out to
be fun." He didn't believe that it would be fun, but in the end he had given in to her request. He wasn't sure, but something in
the way she had said beneficial, again with a capital "B", got John to thinking that it would probably be far from beneficial if he
refused. In fact, it would most likely be the direct opposite of that. His next assignment could find him relocated to Siberia, with no
company except a big Russian guy named Boris, and nothing to eat but Borscht. So really, it would be in his own best interest .
Call it self-preservation or a strategic career move. And if going to this shindig meant that General Beckman owed him one ... well, t
hat just may come in real handy somewhere down the line.
And he had to admit he looked Damned Good in a Tux.
