Chuck vs. the Seventh Day, Interlude 4
CAST (in order of appearance):
Morgan Grimes - Joshua Gomez
Author's note: so I was asked what was going on with the civilian crew on the West Coast. Figured I'd fill in a little with an interlude!
6:00 PM, Pacific Standard Time
February 18th, 2012
Ensenada, Baja California, Mexico
Everybody had sort of crashed out. Once again, the kids had had a blast of an afternoon, playing on the beach, going out to see La Bufadora, and generally running Devin and Ellie ragged.
Morgan had expended probably just as much energy as both of the Woodcombs, but after half a dozen Rockstars over the course of the day, he was up for the duration.
So he sat in front of the big plasma TV in John Casey's safe house in Ensenada, playing GTA IV. He figured he was safe as long as the kids were asleep – Ellie had made it quite clear that there would be no violent video games as long as the kids were around.
But when little John Marcus Bartowski came toddling into the room, Morgan killed the game. He didn't want Ellie to have the slightest inkling that there had been any violence or larceny going on onscreen while one of the kids was around.
"Unca Morg!" John exclaimed, smiling. He gingerly walked across the room to Morgan.
"Hey, buddy!" Morgan said, scooping him up. "Did you just wak – oh, dude. OH."
There was an unmistakable scent wafting up from little John's backside. Morgan looked at him with an accusing eye. "Are you poopy?"
John giggled and nodded. "Crap," Morgan breathed.
Holding John at arm's length, he walked out into the living room. Ellie and Devin were both asleep on the couch, and as much as Morgan didn't want to change John's diaper, he wasn't going to wake one of the two of them up to do it.
"Okay, buddy," Morgan intoned, lying John down on the floor in what had become the babies' room. "This is my first time doing this, so have patience."
He grabbed a fresh diaper and the wipes. He'd watched the Woodcombs and the Bartowskis, all four of them, do this several times – how hard could it be?
Morgan unfastened John's diaper and opened it – and immediately recoiled from the stench. "Dude, what the heck have you been eating?"
John just laid there and laughed, like it was the funniest thing in the world. Trying not to breathe, Morgan lifted him by his feet, and pulled the diaper out from under him. John had managed to poop in such a manner that it had spread all over his behind.
"This is not cool," Morgan grumbled, grabbing a diaper wipe. Three wipes later, he had cleaned everything off of John's bottom.
"You owe me big time, buddy," he said as he slid a clean diaper under John's bottom. Then he felt something warm on his shirt. Warm and wet.
He looked down. John was projectile peeing on him, all the while laughing his head off.
"No! Bad! BAD BABY!"