A/N: Please excuse this random 100-word piece that popped into my head and demanded to be written down. I don't expect anyone to read it or care that I wrote it, but I figured that since it exists, it may as well get posted! ;-)
He Dreams
Sometimes he dreams about it.
A bright little future with a wife and kids.
No rose-covered home or white-picket fence, thats pushing the cliche a little far...
...but the family? Yeah, he dreams about that.
He knows it can never be.
The secrets he holds, the world he knows, the gun he carries...
...it tells him that a fantasy is all it'll ever be.
No problem, he loves his job... but he still has the dream.
That's just another secret for the secret agent to keep, he supposes.
It will never come true... but John Casey still has a dream.
