Hey guys the semester is over so hopefully I can get back into writing again. On the bright side I made dean's list!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except for my own unfortunately, I would love to own Chuck and Casey… ;]
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2003
"Lena," She felt his hand slowly crawl up the side of her body resting just underneath her bust. She ignored him enjoying toying around with him, he called her name again and tried not smile when he reached for a ticklish spot on her ribcage.
"Lena, I know you're awake." She twitched a little when he poked her.
"No, I'm not," she replied smirking egging him on more.
"Well, I guess desperate times call for desperate measures." Lena could hear the grin on his face and she knew instantly what was about to happen.
"John, no, I'm awa-AHH!" She struggled under his grip and tried to get away from the hand that was wrecking havoc on her ribcage. She tried to bring her legs up to kick him off but he manage to maneuver himself on top of her legs, laughing the whole time as she failed to gain the upper hand.
"J-J-John! I c-AH-can't breathe!" she gasped.
"Say it!" he laughed.
"I yield!" Lena sighed with relief as the tickling stopped and closed her eyes.
"Stop grinning," she said without looking. She felt him shift and his lips upon hers.
"Nope. Now get up you're going to be late." He kissed her once more before getting off of her. Lena sighed before getting out of their bed, looking around she made a mental note to clean their room once she got home from work, she cracked her head then paused.
"Babe, how did my panties end up hanging from the ceiling fan?" She asked John as she gathered new clothes for the day.
"Don't know and frankly I don't care either, they look good there." He smirked at her as he finished dressing. Lena scrunched her nose at him as she passed to go the bathroom to brush her teeth.
"I might be late coming home tonight, so don't wait up for me." John said as the both of them made their way through their Chicago apartment.
'Alright, I might be late as well; I still haven't finished grading those papers yet and so far none of my students have decent grammar." She watched him as he picked up his briefcase before following him to the door.
"Goodbye, Mr. Casey." She smiled as he kissed her one last time.
"Goodbye, Mrs. Casey." He winked at her before turning and walking out the door. Lena watched as he walked down the hallway before locking the door. She walked into the living room and grabbed her own bag checking to see if she had everything. Lena paused as her cell phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Agent Farrow, you're needed. Greektown, same spot as always." Lena put the phone away once her contact hung up. She walked back into the living room and pressed a button on the fireplace releasing a hidden compartment. She grabbed her gun and left the apartment.
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Lena sighed as she got closer and closer to her apartment door. She straightened up not wanting her husband to notice that she has a slight limp. She grumbled under her breath about criminals always making her job more complicated than it has to be, she cringed again as her foot twinges in pain again.
She stopped in front of her door, noticing that it was cracked open. She grabbed her gun quickly turning off the safety, she crept quietly towards the door hearing nothing coming from the inside she keeping her firearm up and pushed the door open. She quickly turned on the lights and walked through her now trashed apartment and cleared the whole apartment except for the bedroom. She walked carefully down the hallway with a heightened sense of awareness, thanking God that her husband wasn't home to have to explain why she has a gun. She went through all the possibilities in her mind of what could have happened here. Thieves? Or was her cover blown and the smugglers were here to exact their revenge?
She lowered her weapon as she entered her bedroom in confusion, all drawers and the closest have been left open, only Johns clothes were missing nothing of his was left. She put the safety back on and placed the gun on the nightstand and picked up the single gold wedding band left behind.
Lena stared absentmindedly at the ceiling fan noticing that her panties were no longer hanging there and it all clicked in Lena's mind, the random bruises he'd come home with, the late nights and the paranoia she'd sometimes notice.
ATF Agent Lena Farrow, Mrs. Casey was married to a spy.
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A/N:: Well that was the first chapter! Next chapter we'll be in the present. Hope you enjoy the story. R&R
