AN: Thanks for all the reviews, guys and sorry for the uneventful and short chapter.
Chopsuzi: Skulker does put everything into perspective, and he does like to mess with peoples minds. The son thing sprang out of nowhere, and I liked it. He didn't age at all, and you decide; anywhere from a month to three months.
Writers-block-Bgone: Thanks and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Princessbinas: That would be hilarious. Teaming up….Cue snort.
Anna: Thanks, I haven't seen the show in a while, so sorry for the oocness. That's not a word.
Jeanetta9a: I'd be amused by their reactions to that.
CrazyCoffeekat: Thanks, and I think the ideas reasonable.
Chapter 8: Chuck Bartouski Part 2.
Sarah gripped the wheel of her car as her boss told her she would be pulled back to Washington. "The NSA'S sending in an Agent. There are rumors of two Agents, but all that's confirmed is Casey."
"Casey!" Sarah exclaimed, gripping the wheel tighter. "He's a burnout!"
"He's a killer, Sarah. Cold school." Graham said. "I want you to listen to me. Whatever happened with Bryce…. You couldn't have stopped it."
Sarah stared hard at the steering wheel for a moment as she remembered Graham telling her Bryce was dead. She remembered the time they had spent together as partners. The months they had been in love. And than the moment was gone and her shields were back up.
"But I can fix it." She said, determination in her voice, "If there's a backup for his computer, I'll find it, just give me twelve hours.
"Okay, but twelve hours is all." Graham said.
"There's something else" Sarah started cautiously.
"What?" her boss asked, sounding slightly exasperated.
Sarah blinked slightly before taking a deep calming breath and explaining. "When I went to meet the target today, a boy, 13 or 14, walked in with me to the store. He just appeared right next to me, and I know there was no one there before." Here Sarah's voice rose slightly before she controlled it again and continued, "He definitely knew I was an Agent and he did something when no one else was looking…."
Sarah trailed off here, still not quite believing what happened. "Well?" Her boss prompted her.
"He disappeared." She said.
"He disappeared." The man on the other end repeated slowly.
"I saw it with my own eyes, and I took the security tape of it. I sent it to your office and you should have received it by now." Sarah rambled, scared her boss would think she was crazy.
"Let me check." Graham said, and Sarah heard the noises of fingers tapping on keys, "How did he do that?" came Graham's incredulous voice.
"I don't know, but is there anything on him in your files, or of something new from the NSA?" Sarah asked, her hands gripping the wheel again.
"There is something, a small bit of information that doesn't make much sense." Sarah waited for a moment as Graham paused, and than continued to speak in a slightly bewildered voice, "It says they have a teenager in their employ."
There was another moment of silence until a very confused Sarah voiced her opinion, "I thought that was just the MI6?"
"Apparently not, that is if the rumor is true." Graham said. "Keep an eye out for the boy, and try to catch or question him the next time you meet. I want to know why the NSA think he's special enough to be an agent."
"Okay." Sarah said.
"Good luck, Sarah." Graham said as he hung up.
"I have a feeling I'll need it." Sarah said to the empty car.
Casey was annoyed. Very, very annoyed. First he was told that he had to baby sit a kid, one who was obviously not human and than the kid disappeared. When Casey had noticed this, a stream of colorful words had left his mouth.
Beckman had grilled him when he called, and than to shock the kid. Of course he had to warn him first, but Casey was ecstatic when the kid didn't listen. After all, he had been doing his best to annoy Casey the whole trip down and than for the whole stakeout.
When Casey watched the kid appear in the front seat, he kept up his calm facade, even if the boy had startled him, and glared at him. The boy glared back and Casey noticed his eyes flickered with a strange green light, almost ghostly….
Casey reached for the button that made the pain stop and pressed it. Immediately the boy's shoulders relaxed and the light left his eyes, much to Casey's relief. 'Who was this kid?' Casey wondered. Than he gave a mental shrug; it wasn't in his orders to be curious.
Danny scowled at Casey as they pulled up in front of a club. He had been doing a lot of that lately, scowling, but it was hard not when it came to Casey. The man seemed to enjoy causing him agony. Danny didn't appreciate it.
"Stay here." The aforementioned gorilla commanded, getting out of the car with two others that had come from other cars. The two Agents gave Danny questioning looks, and Danny lit up his eyes with green ectoplasm and proceeded to glare at both of them.
They exchanged nervous looks, before turning and hurrying after Casey, who had disappeared into the club. Danny rolled the window down and inhaled. Damn, the smell of alcohol was strong here. After getting over that, Danny locked onto two familiar scents. Sarah and Chuck were here and their car was parked in the parking lot.
Danny phased out of the car, invisible, and intangible, and walked over to the car. As he phased into the back seat, he heard a commotion from the club. Was that a knife being sheathed in a convenient leg? Danny hoped the leg was Casey's.
Danny heard the sound of the club door opening and watched as a harried Sarah and one ever confused Chuck walked out. They fast walked to the car and Sarah walked to the driver's side.
"Give me your keys," She hissed.
"Er- this is a company car, and not to be old fashioned or anything-," Chuck was cut off by the car door opening.
"And how did you get in my car?" The still confused Chuck asked.
"Just get in!" Sarah said, and Chuck climbed into the car.
Neither of them noticed the invisible Danny in the back seat, observing it all with indifferent eyes. He knew they would be caught eventually, soon in fact.
Danny decided to just sit and watch as he scenes unfolded before him.
Tick. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tick. Tock.
The noise of his clocks were endless, and yet the spectral being was used to them. He was as familiar with the noise as he was his own bodies, of which he had three. Now, floating near a mirror that showed him Danny Phantom, the sounds gave him comfort.
"You won't be able to observe much longer, Daniel," The figure muttered softly," Soon you'll have to act."
AN: Once again, I'm sorry for the short Chap. Now, question time! Please review.
Who saw Clockwork coming?
Do you want the rest of the first Chuck episode in one chapter, or in two?
Any oocness? Once again, that's not a word.
