MDS/N 1: Thanks to CharmingCharles2896 for his Beta services on this story.

MDS/N 2: I asked nevr to provide an entry to the Challenge presented by Richard76310 and this is his worthy effort. I think, if you're truthful with yourself, you'll find yourself cackling with glee like I was after reading this!

MDS/N 3: Have you read nevr's lovely little story "Life After Death"? Do you like Charah? Do you like just a touch of angst? Do you love fluffy emotional and loving Charah setting up a business and a life together? If your answers were a resounding yes, then why haven't you read the story yet? Oh, you are reading it...well then stay calm and carry on. Seriously this story has become required reading anytime I experience too much angst in a Chuck story. A good chapter of this story and as Chuck told Sarah you'll be "right as rain".

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.

N A/N: When Markey asked me to write one of these, I couldn't resist.

What Happened This Time?

Chapter 3: Hanging Around

Guest written by
nevr

Casey prepared himself for the conversation with the General; she wasn't going to be happy. That's not entirely true, she was happy with the results of the team, as always. She was rarely happy with the team itself these days, with the shenanigans. For the love of God, nor was he. She didn't have to see it, like he did. All the time! All. The. Goddamned. Time.

At least this time, there had been repercussions.

The screen came to life, the General looked pissed; that seemed to be her standard disposition these days.

He decided to try to act positive, for a change. He straightened up and spoke confidently, "Good morning, General."

General Diane Beckman just glared at him for a few seconds. "Is it?" she snapped.

Positive is not a natural state for Casey, so he couldn't hold that look for long, when it was obvious that she knew it was false. He changed to his natural, serious face, and he grunted. A "no it's not and I'm pissed off about it" grunt.

The General rolled her eyes, then groaned. "So, let's get this over with. What happened this time?"

He took a deep breath and started with words to soften the news. "As you know the mission was successful."

She didn't let him continue, snapping, "I know that, Colonel. Don't waste my time. And?"

There was no avoiding it. "They've been together for four months now, since Paris. He is definitely getting over his dislike of PDA."

She groaned. "More groping in the middle of the street, upsetting the public?"

Casey found he was actually enjoying telling her, this time. Must be the Johnny Walker he had before the call. "No, General. Worse."

"Do I need to know the details?"

Casey thought for a few seconds; yes, she needed to know. "Well, you need to arrange for them to be released and it will require someone with your level of authority to achieve that."

She grimaced, but nodded.

"It seems there was a chandelier in the hallway of the mansion where we found the evidence, a low chandelier. Agents Walker and Bartowski thought they were the only ones there." He paused.

The General's face was looking paler; she obviously could see where this was going. "And they weren't?"

"No, General." With a disgusted look, he continued, "On Tuesdays, school children are taken to see the artwork."

A look of horror appeared on General Beckman's face. "They weren't, were they?"

"I'm afraid so. Fortunately, the kids saw nothing, just a teacher."

"Was she na…" the General started.

He didn't want her to finish it. "Yes, General."

"Suspended?"

The grunt Casey gave the General was an affirmative grunt, but he nodded as well.

"Him?"

Somehow, the look of horror transferred from her face onto Casey's. He shook his head, trying to displace that horrifying image. "Thankfully, no. I would have needed my eyes removed, if he was. However, he was right there with her, obviously enjoying himself, and her."

He could see the General's cogs ticking over. "Was he up there? With her?"

"No, General, still on the ground." Not wanting to talk about this anymore, he decided to quickly explain a bit more, without too much detail. "She was moaning his name and asking him to keep going. That was until she started shouting his name."

By this time, the General had her head in her hands. "So, they're being held by the local police?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And they wouldn't let you take them?"

"I think some of the men there would have let me take him, but not her."

General Beckman realized why in no time. "No clothes?"

He knew she had to know this, but he hated telling on his partner. "Well, some, but she's hornier than all get out and they had all the cameras on her."

The General shook her head, despairingly. "What did Bartowski do to that fine agent?" she started, then realized how Casey could interpret that question and hastily added, "Not there, I've worked that out, but when they first got together."

The words "he brought it out of her" sprang unbidden into Casey's mind and he winced. It was an inappropriate thing to say, and only half true anyway. Certainly not something he wanted to think about!

Casey groaned. "General, I don't want to know, ever!"

"Send the details of where they're being held. If only this was the last time!" She ended the call.

Casey sat down, thinking about that. There was only one way, a bullet for Bartowski. If that wasn't acceptable, he'd take one himself, rather than see much more.

FIN

N A/N: So, was there a chandelier in that hotel room in Paris?

MDS A/N:How is everyone finding this multiple author mini series? Please leave a review and I will be sharing them with the other authors. Thank you for your time and attention.