MSD/N 1: I passed along a little challenge to CharmingCharles2896 from Richard76310, that I received in a reaction to the "Wine Tasting Weekend" series in Vs. The Drabbles. To my shock and delight he turned his comedic whit to the challenge. He whipped this little number up for all of us, O' Gentle Readers.
MSD/N 2: A special shout out to our wonderful beta nevr! Without his help, most of my illegible chicken scratch would be totally unintelligible. Now, with Charming he really doesn't have the same work load but I know he makes all of this stuff better!
MSD/N 3: I nearly peed my pants when reading this and got seriously light headed. Prepare to go to Urgent Care and get stitches for when you bust a gut laughing.
MDS/N 4: If you haven't started reading CharmingCharles2896's gripping and angst filled story "I Don't Want Your Desire" who the heck are you? I mean really, that story is the definition of appointment reading! You owe it to humanity to read that story. Is it angst filled and emotionally draining in the beginning? Yes, but stick with it and you will be rewarded with a wonderful gooey Charah filled center. Trust me you won't regret the time investment. As funny as this talented writer is he is a past master at the emotional payoff. You want more reasons? Just read it and don't ask why!
None of us own anything but our own whits and sometimes not even them. Needless to say we are all borrowing Mr. Fedak's toys and returning them only a little tarnished.
CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #1: I want to thank my good friend MarkeyDeSad for graciously inviting me to step in and play around in his sandbox. This was very fun and I had an absolute ball trying to mesh my own sense of humor to his world, very stimulating exercise! I hope all of you enjoy this one as much as I did, because it was truly so much fun to write. Enjoy everyone.
What Happened This Time?
Chapter 2: The Romanov Incident
Guest Written by
CharmingCharles2896
Casey walked down into Castle in a mood, he was tired of this shit. Why was he always the one making this call? Casey typed in the command on the computer and waited for the general to answer the video call. When General Beckman answered the call and saw only Colonel Casey, she simply held up her hand to stop the Colonel from speaking. Casey stood there silently as he watched the General reach off screen for something. After a few moments, she returned with a decanter and a low-ball glass. From experience, the General was probably drinking Cognac this particular evening. After watching the General drink two fingers worth of the amber liquid in one shot, she finally motioned for Casey to speak.
"Good evening, General," Casey began flatly.
"What happened this time?" General Beckman asked from experience; Casey simply nodded.
"Well, we got the data as ordered, but there was a complication." General Beckman simply threw up her hands in annoyance. There was always a complication, or a hitch, or a snafu. There was always something with those two horn dogs she had working out of Burbank, with Colonel Casey. The General simply motioned with her hands for Casey to get on with it, as she poured herself more Cognac.
"It would appear that President Romanov is a bit of a freak," Casey began.
"We knew that, it was in your brief," General Beckman cut in; Casey simply nodded.
"Yes, well Walker and Bartowski discovered just how weird; they discovered Romanov's secret 'playroom' and you know how Walker and Bartowski like their 'wine tasting'," Casey said as he trailed off.
"You're joking?" the General muttered, only to see the Colonel shake his head no. The General drank the entire contents of her glass in one go once again, this team was going to turn her into an alcoholic. By now, the General's head was firmly in her hands in disbelief; of all the possible ways this could have gone wrong, that was not how she'd thought it would.
"So, they got caught 'wine tasting' in Romanov's playroom, and now what, they've been arrested?" the General asked, trying to confirm her suspicions.
"No Ma'am," Casey said, totally confusing Beckman at this point, which showed on her face. "Romanov likes to watch." Casey and Beckman both shuddered at that fact, so gross!
"I bet Bartowski loved that," the General mentioned sarcastically with a half chuckle.
"Don't let Bartowski fool you; you remember Paris, that was all his idea," Casey pointed out rather validly, Chuck wasn't always an innocent party in these incidents.
"Romanov was always a weird bastard, back in the day," the General said sotto voce. "What's the status of Agent's Walker and Bartowski?" Beckman asked, cutting to the chase.
"They told me they should be home in a week, two tops," Casey said casually, with a shrug; the General gaped at that news.
"Two weeks!? Where does Agent Walker get a stupid idea like that?" General Beckman yelled into the camera; Casey jumped back a half step from the screen in shock.
"Apparently President Romanov is taking the two of them to his summer retreat in Sochi; I guess that's where he has most of his fun," Casey said, putting air quotes around the word fun; The General simply rolled her eyes knowingly.
"Maybe we really should've had her spayed," she muttered, more to herself than to the Colonel.
"And I'd like some of that brain bleach I asked for, so I can forget the pictures Bartowski sent me, when the two of them checked in this morning," Casey said in reply, knowing he wouldn't be able to forget the picture of Bartowski's pasty white ass in those leather chaps. Nor would he soon forget the picture with the bowling pin and the golf club, taped to a shopping cart… some things couldn't be unseen.
"Keep me posted on their status," the General slurred, now mildly drunk, before she ended the call suddenly; Casey simply grunted to himself and turned to leave. As Casey jogged quickly up the stairs, he heard his phone ding. Without thinking, Casey slowed down, and opened the text message. When he laid eyes on the mannequin hand, he tripped and tumbled all the way back down the stairs. When Casey came to a rest, flat on his back, two ribs bruised, his brain mildly concussed, he had only one thought.
"God, I hate this assignment…"
CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #2: Anyone who can spot the historical easter egg I wrote into this chapter gets a metaphorical cookie and a thumbs up from one history buff to another.
MDS/N 5: Please leave a review and I will be sharing them with the other authors. Thank you for your time and attention.