Hi Guys, gals and nerds of all ages.
This is something I wrote after a co-worker just watched the final episode of season two, and since I decided to finish off Crappy day (maybe two more chapters to try and work out some bugs) before I post it I thought I would put this up. They are new to FF and I wanted to give them something that had all three of their fave episodes of season two in it. I think you can figure out that three that are referenced. This is un beta'ed, and a quick coffee high write, so forgive the grammar and spelling mistakes.
Also I wanted feedback if I should continue with more crap, or let it get washed away in the rain of better stories. I'm gotten little feedback so if the crap is getting old, just let me know
I'm going to try making a poll this week. Please consider voting on if I should continue.
One last thing, I have decided that I should spread the crap, so I am putting something in the WHO ARE YOU CHALLENGE. On nobody's request. I just wanted to lower the quality of the authors with my special brand of crap.
USUAL DISCLAIMER – I own nothing. I make no money, and I am probably insane.
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It's almost three in the morning and he stood at the front door of the house. He is never one to be worried before a mission but this one just didn't feel right. Going in alone or without a plan made him more uncomfortable than he would ever admit to himself. Especially since he only had five guns and none of them bigger than a handgun.
Slowly he tried the door and finding it unlocked he opened it and John Casey peered inside.
"Awww nuts" came a voice from the far corner of the darken room
(Grunt #281 - Ah ha) "I thought I would find you here. I was surprised when I found out that you bought the three around it as well. You covered your tracks badly, it nearly took me three minutes to figure it out. But why this place?"
"It's complicated."
(Grunt# 116 - Annoyed) "When isn't it, why here?"
"We were happy here Casey. Normal" A table lamp comes on reveals Sarah sitting in a large overstuffed chair in the living room of the house that she and Chuck played the "married couple in the suburbs." She is holding a wine glass in one hand and several bottles are scattered on the table beside her. She points to a chair opposite her "Glasses are in the box over on by the fireplace, I never got them unpacked. And the fridge has more wine in it, grab another bottle."
Casey gets a glass and the bottle and collapses into the other chair.
'clank' Casey looks down, the gun he had hidden in his right sock fell out. He shrugged. "oh crap, whatever."
"Ok Walker, as we get sloshed you want to tell me why are you in the suburbs and how did I get stuck with listening to nerd whimper for the last four hours."
"I was not going to leave him Casey. I tried. I couldn't."
"Heck Walker. That is a 'stop the presses' news flash if I ever heard one. Now tell me something that I didn't know. I was planning to crash with you two and find a way to get Ellie to invite me for Christmas dinner this year. Doesn't answer the question Walker, why the disappearing act and why here?"
Sarah takes out her knife and in one quick and carefree motion, slices the top off the bottle of wine in one clean stroke. "Didn't get around to get a cork screw." She shrugs and then pours two glasses.
"Where is he?"
(half grunt, half laugh)"Castle, locked in a cell after taking some mint knock out spray. Just to make it a bit more challenging if he woke up I place him in a straight jacket and tied him to a bunk. But don't worry Walker, I turned on the TV to the golf channel to help him sleep, or to keep him company. Whatever. If his new kung fu flashes gets him out of that one then next time I will have to hang him by his toes somewhere"
Sarah drains her glass in one shot. "Did he say why he uploaded it again?"
(Grunt #324 - Are you stupid?) "Don't play the dumb blonde, it really is not you." Seeing the lost look in Sarah's face he gunted again "He is what makes a hero great. We both know why he really did it. He has so much self doubt that he truly thought that you was going to leave. Truth be told Walker he could not live without you, or you him. When the time came, he had a choice. He took the one that made sure that you stayed in his life. Whatever else he may claim. Honour, doing the right thing, to make sure Bryce didn't die in vain, all valid reasons, but not what his heart was telling him."
Casey leaned forward towards the other chair.
'clang" there goes the left-under-the-arm gun.
"What he needs is you. Running off only made things worse for him. He actually thought Beckman had you reassigned. He even called her and asked where she sent you. Even after he was told that the three of us were ordered on stress leave for a week he was sure that you were never coming back."
John pours two more glasses. "So the question is still there. Why here?"
"I asked Beckman for the house after the mission and she agreed after much convincing. The other houses were sold at government auction and I bought them under my old alias, Jenny Burton. It was to be a surprise for Chuck. He wanted another night here and I got a case of cold feet. I thought that maybe w- he could live here, start a new life when he got the intersect out of his head.. Chuck would want Ellie be close and when Devin and her have kids then they could have a great yard to play in. Morgan would need a place with Anna, lets face it, he will not be separated from his 'life partner' for long and Chuck will want him close too, so I picked up the other house. The last house well if things went wrong, then I wanted to have one in reserve in case I needed somewhere to stay. They were dirt cheep when you have a General's memo stating 'at cost' to hand to the auction department."
Casey grunted either a series of understanding grunts, or annoyance of various guns in private spaces. Right now even he wasn't sure. He knew the dream of a normal life was something that would never happen to him. "Walker I knew that Beckman gave you the house. I was in charge of the clean up. She called and told me not to bother removing some of the 'extras' such as the hidden gun safes and the emergency bunker we built downstairs for the moron in case we had to stash him in a hurry. I actually added a few things such as bullet proof windows and a soundproof bedroom."
Sarah was not sure if it was the wine or the way that Casey said it, but she felt the deep blush come to her cheeks and she stared down at the floor where three guns now lie at Casey's feet.
(Grunt#154 - oh what the heck )"When I pieced together that you got the house, I might have gotten a copy of the same memo and bought the one on the corner, to use as a safe house, or a get away from Barotowski when he was in extreme geek mode."
Sarah smiled. "Nerd" She knew that Casey would never admit it, but somewhere Chuck Bartowski turned this burned out, grumpy stone cold killer into a real person. Or at least a reasonable facsimile of one.
"I was just about to tell Chuck that I was not leaving when his Dad came over. I actually imagined that we would be spending tonight here as our first night of the rest of our lives. I stocked up on wine, arranged to have a great meal delivered…"she points at a bunch of bags sitting by the stove. "even supplies to make breakfast with. I was kind of hoping for another try for what almost happened in the hotel room when we were on the run, just before you and fulcrum ruined the day. Now I don't know. The way he took down those Ring agents, it wasn't the Chuck I know. And Bryce…" Sarah's voice trails off as she is staring at her drink. "Casey, do you think that he love someone like me, really?"
'clink' another gun slides out of his waistband and falls to the floor.
"You have got to be kidding. Walker. you can actually say that with a straight face. Since he met you, everything he does, he does it for you. Eating, breathing, taking a leak or a crap, he is so in love with you I would rather have bamboo chutes under my fingernails than listen to him moaning your name at nights."
A smile comes to her lips "He dreams about me?"
"Heck Walker when I knocked him out, his last words was "Tell Sarah I'm sorry". Which reminds me he is getting a tolerance to the mint, I'll have to find the strawberry, it's stronger."
"You should stop that, it might lead to brain damage and then try and explain that to the General. Besides then you will have to deal with me."
"What? I've had that stuff hundreds of times, it hasn't damaged my brain any."
"Casey, that is not a strong argument you know?"
"You want an argument, fine here is it. Sarah Walker, you are the best partner that I have ever worked with. You are professional, you are talented, and you are a putz because you are totally in love with a nerd from LA. And somehow you have found a way to do your job and have feelings that our profession tends to get us agents killed. But you – you somehow became an even better agent because of them. You are Bartowski are more alike then it seems. He never lost his ability to care. You had him find it for you again."
"Casey – Oh crap, that's deep. You feeling alright? How much did you have to drink before you came over?"
"Not much, just a bottle or twelve. Bartowski and I toasted each of my fallen men -betrayed by one of our own. Now if I were you I would go out to the Vic and take a look in the trunk. You have to some explaining to do and I need to head over to my new house and get some sleep." He gets up and drops the vic's keys on the chair, next to three guns that slipped out of various hiding places. "oh crap, that's right I had a couple in my crouch." He scratches his head "where did the third one come from?"
"Casey you didn't" Sarah grabs the keys and a little unsteady makes her way to the front door.
"Yepper Walker, I lied. Big surprise there. The NSA agent lying. You know, I don't think there is even a golf channel. Night Walker. Remember the bedroom is soundproof so make as much noise as you want. Oh and FYI the Karma Sutra was included in the download."
As he walks to the front door, he stops at the security alarm control box and punches in a long series of numbers. "Ok Bartowski, a little present, audio/video recording – all household cameras – enable secure streaming…"
As Sarah and Chuck stagger though their front door, the last thing that they observed was John Casey walking towards the house on the corner, raising a bottle of wine to the first ray of light to a new day and singing "J A Y N E, THE MAN THEY CALL J A Y N E…."
