I've been playing with this idea for a while but just now got around to writing it :D Hope you like it!!

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Casey scowled irritably as he reloaded his gun, jamming the bullets into the chamber with unnecessary force. He was surrounded by very angry arms dealers, that much was apparent, but what really pissed him off was that he didn't have nearly enough bullets to take out all of them. Normally he was up for hand-to-hand combat but today was just not one of those days.

The crate above his head splintered as a bullet ripped the brittle wood. The agent whipped around to one side, barely taking the time to aim before he shot. One of the dealers tumbled backwards with the force of the bullet sinking into his jaw. Casey smirked but his small triumph didn't last long. Within seconds, a stocky man who could probably bench press him with very little effort jerked him away from his wooden barricade and proceeded to unleash a flurry of punches and kicks.

Casey managed to avoid them for the most part, his hand firmly planted on the gun clutched at his side. However, the bigger man noticed the weapon before Casey could put it to good use and grabbed his arm, slamming his hand against a jagged edge of wood. The nerves in Casey's hand were momentarily stunned and the gun clattered to the floor only to be kicked far away by his opponent.

The agent set his jaw tightly, realizing this was going to be a rough fight. He blocked at punch, dodged a kick, and landed a few of his own for good measure. With a burst of strength he wasn't sure he still possessed, Casey rammed the bigger man into a steel pole hidden behind the crates and winced as the vibrations shook through the other man into him. His attacker's eyes rolled back as his skull connected with the steel and he slumped to the ground leaving Casey to stand over his victory.

The click of the gun was unmistakable and Casey froze instantly, realizing he had been cornered and was still without his gun. There was no way to fight it; this was the end.

"Casey!" A voice cried from behind a row of crates.

The agent's eyes widened suddenly and his mouth went dry. Chuck wasn't supposed to be in here…he was supposed to be in the car…

"Catch!" The gun skidded to his feet but before he could reach for it, the deafening crack of the other gun behind him went off. Casey flinched, expecting the worst, but was somewhat surprised to see he was still alive. In an instant the horror struck him.

Chuck looked surprised, his hand flying up to cover the gushing wound in his chest instinctively. Blood streamed through his fingers and pooled over his white shirt. He blinked slowly, not quite believing what had just happened.

"Chuck!" Casey cried, not able to keep his voice from breaking. Without a second thought, the agent snatched the gun from the floor and fired four shots, point blank, into the shooters face. As the man crumpled, Casey was already across the room, skidding to a halt in front of the younger man.

Chuck winced, falling into Casey's shoulder. Blood had stained his shirt crimson and was beginning to soak through Casey's jacket as well.

"Jesus Bartowski…" Casey snapped, his voice cracking as he looked at all of the blood. There was far too much of it…He shook his head and lowered both he and the injured man to the ground. "It's okay…you're going to be alright…" He mumbled, trying to convince himself more than anything.

Chuck laughed weakly, the effort taking way too much energy. "L-Liar…"

Casey fought against the surge of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. "Why didn't you stay in the car?!" He demanded, his fingers brushing across Chuck's pale face.

The younger man smiled faintly, his eyes fluttering. "You…were in trouble…" He gasped, a small trickle of blood staining the corner of his mouth.

Casey shook his head angrily and pressed hard against the wound. "Idiot…" He growled, clutching Chuck's jaw gently as his eyes began to slip closed. "Chuck…Chuck, stay with me okay? Just hang on, you're going to be alright…" But in his heart he knew it wasn't true.

With the last bit of energy he had left, Chuck leaned up, pressing his pale, bloody lips to Casey's. "Love you…" He whispered weakly before the energy completely left him and he slumped back. The light faded from his eyes and he exhaled one final time.

Casey was trembling all over, clutching the younger man close even though it was already too late. He could still taste Chuck's blood on his lips mixing with the tears that had suddenly begun to fall without his permission. The intersect was gone and with it went Chuck Bartowski.

OOOOO

Casey bolted upright in the bed, his eyes darting around the dark room rapidly. For a moment he was confused, the thin sheet of sweat that covered his naked torso making him shiver in the coolness of the room. Slowly, recognition began to dawn and he recognized the furniture, the smell of his house, the bed he was sitting in. Unconsciously, Casey released the grip he had on the gun tucked beneath his pillow, his fingers cracking from the effort.

The agent let go a sigh and closed his eyes for a second, desperately willing away the memory of the dream. The sheets were warm and he opened his eyes slowly, looking to the person currently occupying the position next to him.

Chuck was stretched on his back, one arm tossed over his head and his face tipped away from Casey. A few sleep-mussed dark curls had fallen over his forehead, wisping across his pale features and creating elegant, sweeping patterns.

Casey stared at him for a minute, unable to move his eyes away from the younger man. Chuck was lay unmoving, so incredibly still, that for a moment Casey feared the worst. It wouldn't be the first time a lover had been killed in the dead of night while sharing his bed.

Hesitantly, almost as if afraid of what he may find, Casey slid his hand over the fabric of Chuck's shirt, the cotton soft and warm beneath his touch. He pressed his palm flat over the younger man's chest, closing his eyes and concentrating. He could feel the sleep-slowed rhythm of Chuck's heartbeat vibrating beneath his fingers and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

For a while, all Casey could do was sit and stare, listening to him breathe. He vaguely wondered when he had become so attached to the younger man, why the idea of losing him affected him so strongly. He took a slow breath and closed his eyes again, his thumb absently caressing Chuck's collarbone through his shirt.

Chuck shifted ever so slightly and blinked, his dark eyes veiled by sleep. "Casey…?" He asked, his words heavy and mumbled. "Are you okay…? What's wrong?"

When the agent didn't answer him right away, Chuck started to sit up but was stopped as Casey pulled him into a tight embrace. A little startled, Chuck stiffened and rested his chin on the older man's shoulder. "Casey…?"

"Everything is fine." Casey answered softly, pressing a gently kiss to Chuck's temple. "Everything is fine now." Without any further explanation, Casey leaned back into the pillows, taking Chuck with him. He held him close, breathing in the minty scent of the younger man's hair. He couldn't let go, not now.

"Casey?" Chuck asked again, still somewhat confused by the agents actions. Even though they had been together for almost four months the older man was never this affectionate. "You sure you're okay?"

"Stay."

"Huh…?

Casey closed his eyes, breathing the word again. "Stay." He hid his face against Chuck's jaw and tightened his hold. "Just stay with me. I just…I need to be able to hold on to you for a while…"

Realization dawned slowly and Chuck smiled, pressing feather-light kisses to the agent's brow. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." He smiled and began stroking his fingers down Casey's arm. "Don't worry." It was rare that Casey ever needed comforting, let alone from a simple nightmare, but Chuck was glad to offer it.

The roles reversed and Chuck cradled Casey against his shoulder, rubbing slow, lazy circles over his back. Slowly, the agent began to relax into the embrace and closed his eyes, his grip on Chuck still tight and possessive. Chuck smiled again and let his eyes slip closed, falling back into the welcoming embrace of sleep where nightmares where long gone.

Chuck's nightmare up next!! Woot!! :D