CTCH2 - Hints

From D. Rose on

"Heavy Sigh" You know you are going to have to do this story from Bryce's and Chuck's pov now, right?

Hint, hint

Chuck gave a happy sigh as the car hit the highway and the traffic began to thin. They were driving out of New York City and heading towards an 'abandoned' air strip where there was a plane waiting to take them back to California. There was a Nintendo Wii sitting in the backseat and, somewhere, a truck with a large television sitting in the back.

"Dude, did we really get drunk with an FBI agent?" Bryce questioned, stirring in the seat next to him.

"Good morning, Bryce," Chuck greeted in a pleasant tone which he knew would annoy the other agent.

"Seriously Chuck. Drunk, FBI."

"Yes. Yes, we did. And Peter Burke is a fun guy. He beat Neal in a few rounds and ran him off the course in Rainbow Road."

Bryce groaned. "Neal's going to make our lives miserable. He didn't want the FBI to know about me."

"Us. And don't worry. Peter's drunk and out cold and I called in a crew to clean up the place. It'll be like we were never there."

Bryce blinked as this information settled in his brain and called up memories from the previous night. He had invited Neal's nemesis to play a game with them. Evidence erased or not, Neal would probably still make his life miserable.

He placed his head in his hands and willed the world to stop moving.

"This was the worst idea ever," he grumbled. They had just finished a mission in New York when Chuck mentioned that he knew where Neal was currently living. Bryce was surprised but, apparently Chuck had set up an alert regarding his brother. It hadn't activated until he had been arrested for stealing a diamond, an event Neal assured them he had been framed for and cleared of. But, that alert allowed Chuck to track the conman turned consultant down to his current residence which they invaded the previous evening.

"I thought it was fun," Chuck responded with a goofy smile on his face. Bryce thought he was entirely too happy for someone who should be suffering from a pounding hangover. But, that was Chuck; he didn't get hungover like everyone else.

Bryce's phone chose that moment to remind him of how easy it was to make his suffering worse; it rang out a shrill tune.

"What?" he grumbled into the device.

"Wow, someone's touchy." It was Neal, sounding just as touchy. Finally, someone suffering properly. "I just wanted to say that it was nice to see you and, whatever Chuck pulled off here, worked. Peter thinks it was a dream."

"Yay." Bryce didn't feel happy about that. He just wanted to curl up and go back to sleep.

"It was nice to see you too, Neal!" Chuck called out happily and both twins winced.

Neal commented, "he's far too happy," and Bryce agreed with him.