A/N: This chapter is the result of some interaction with WillieGarvin and Charmingcharles2896. It is an attempt to round off some rough edges from the first chapter. I am hoping that the first person POV still works for this chapter. Let me know if it does or if it doesn't.

A/N: Absolutely no Beta's were harmed in the making of this chapter, all mistakes and accidents are mine.

The Revenge of the Fish

Casey

Written By:

Markey DeSad

I knew this would happen eventually, it was bound to happen really. All the furtive glances the lingering touches. I had to edit it all out of the footage I regularly sent to the General. I knew the CIA Skirt was compromised, as soon as I'd had them under the gun on the rooftop. That was the first night I met the kid. The biggest problem I'd had was trying to cover up all of his mooning over Walker. Would it have killed him to be a little less open? Or to play it off while he knew he was on camera? But I guess that wasn't the kid's style.

I really wish I'd told Walker to just start sleeping with the kid, before all this had happened. After all, its what they both wanted. I'd actually thought that they'd have taken advantage of the mission we'd just finished in the suburbs. I'd watched the footage when the kid had basically begged her to spend one last night in Meadow Branch. Walker thought she was being the consummate professional but she was just denying herself and the kid a little bit of happiness. Happiness is in very scarce supply in our line of work.

If my time on this team and reuniting with Ilsa, with the help of the kid, had taught me anything, it taught me to grab any scrap of happiness, no matter how fleeting. Times like that don't last long in our business and you have to revel in them. The self-denial they'd drummed into us in operative training was malarkey, at least that's what I learned from watching Walker and the kid. They'd found true happiness and because of protocol and fear, Walker had only succeeded in making them both miserable.

I knew when I'd watched the footage of she and Barker that she'd been sublimating. To Barker's credit, he hadn't seemed to be phased when she'd kept calling out the kid's name. I don't even think she was aware she was doing it, but afterwards the fumbling way she approached me to scrub the drives showed she knew she'd messed up.

I blame myself for this whole screwed up mess, I should have insisted that she be honest with him. I knew he couldn't take another lie. If I'd known the kid was a computer super freak, I would have had them wipe even the back up drives at Ft. Meade. Because we all underestimated the kid, I had been in tactical gear in the back of a black sprinter van until we'd reached the abandoned warehouse.

Luckily we had arrived just in the nick of time, right before the rather severe Fulcrum woman had been about to apply the blow torch to the limey agent. I figured that after the blow torch was used on Barker, she'd likely have started on Walker. I was able to take out the snarling Fulcrum torturer with a double tap to the side of her head. The boys with me had very efficiently cleared the warehouse of Fulcrum scum and had even captured one or two of them.

I've never been happier to see my partner, Walker, in all my days. If anything had happened to her the kid would never have forgiven himself. No matter how hurt he was nor the fact that seeing that footage had driven him momentarily insane, I knew he'd never really meant for her, Barker or Patel to die.

After I had freed Walker from the handcuffs and the boys lowered her to the ground, I had our medic check her over. Once he'd pronounced her fit to continue, I briefed her on what had led us to her location and the rescue effort. As we got into the van and started heading for Rourke Industries, I briefed her on the message from Orion. I could see how shocked she was, almost the same look as the General and I both shared when our debrief had been taken over. He identified himself as the kids dad and gave his old Agency activation codes that Beckman recognized immediately. I got the distinct impression from her look that a bunch of the egg heads at Ft. Meade and Langley were about to have a very bad day.

Turns out that Steven Bartowski, aka Orion, was the original architect of the Intersect and he planned on removing it from his son's head. The General and he bargained so that he'd come back to work with us and in exchange she'd leave his kids alone from now on. The other thing he'd demanded was that Walker be assigned as a permanent protective detail for the kid. As he'll still be in danger from his time working for us as the Intersect.

When the General reluctantly agreed, to all of Orion's demands, he provided us with Walker's exact location along with info on how many Fulcrum agents we'd face. He was even able to re-task a predator to provide infrared intel so we could develop a plan of attack on the road to save time. He was very concerned that we get there before Walker was hurt. I told him I understood his concern and as we drove I promised him we'd do everything we could to rescue her. Thankfully, like I said earlier, we'd arrived just in time.

Now Walker and I are headed to Rourke Industries to try and help the kid and Orion in their task of ridding the nation of the scourge that is Fulcrum. I know that Walker is incredibly anxious as she keeps checking her submachine gun and the full back up magazines in her tac vest. She told me that all she wanted to do was apologize and make it up to the kid. I really hope he isn't the moron, I've called him out for being repeatedly. If they can make it work, something tells me it won't be long till the kid is dipping his chocolate in Walker's peanut butter. Reagan be praised, I'll be back serving with my old Marine Recon Unit and won't have to deal with all their damned lady feelings.

To Be Continued

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