MDS/N 1: I again passed Richard76310's challenge to another writer. This time the poor victim was JamieTheHopefulWriter. This is their contribution to this little mini-series. If you share my sense of humor then this will have you rolling on the floor in fits of uncontrollable and unstoppable laughter. I am serious, please do not attempt to read this in any public space. The folks with the straitjackets might come for you and take you for a rest in a nice padded room, where you won't hurt yourself.

MDS/N 2: If you haven't given Jamiethehopefulwriter's story "The Intersect" a read, then do it right after you finish with this story. It is a complex and slowly unfolding mystery, that promises romance and answers to the questions posed in this layered and wonderful Chuck story. Just go read it, or the next time you go to follow a story, you'll find that your mouse button has worn out.

What Happened This Time?

Chapter 7 Double Date

Guest Written By:

JamieTheHopefulWriter

A/N: I have to admit, I haven't had much time to read these FFs lately, but when Markey asked if I wanted to do a Drabble, I couldn't very well say no! I don't write too far into sexual themes, so this may not have as much raunchy goodness as the others, but I hope you all enjoy it just the same. If you have any comments or feedback, no matter how critical, please feel free to leave a review or PM me directly: I always value constructive criticism :)

The monitor flashed on. General Beckman, eyes bloodshot from her Cosmo, hair frazzled from the long week, answered: "What is it this – oh!" Her brow furrowed, "Mister Woodcomb, what are you doing in Castle?"

Devon, buff as he is, felt intimidated by the woman staring back at him. His posture was impeccably erect, but his fidgeting hands exposed his nerves. "Uhh… hi, ma'am, I, um—"

"General," the General corrected disapprovingly.

"Ah, right, sorry." He sighed to compose himself. "General," he addressed, more confidently this time, "I'm calling because I'm concerned about the safety of your agents. Colonel Casey called me in earlier tonight asking me to check on his liver."

"His liver?"

"Yes, General, the Colonel was – and still is – quite inebriated."

A muffled grunting noise echoed to Devon's right.

Beckman sighed. I hope this isn't going where I think it is, she thought. "Well, is his liver okay?"

"Oh, not at all," the civilian replied, shaking a disgusted-looking face. "It's horribly cirrhotic, one of the worse I've ever seen – but that's not why I'm calling.

"During the check-up, when Casey was a little more conscious than he is now—"

More background grunts.

"—he said some things about my brother-in-law and his wife which led me to believe Casey might be a threat to them."

"Let's just cut to the chase, Mister Woodcomb. Do you know what happened this time?"

"Yes, General: after examining Casey, I gathered some intel at the police station they're being held in.

"Earlier tonight, Chuck and Sarah, along with Morgan Grimes and Casey's daughter Alex—"

"hnnnnnNNNG'LL STRANGLE THhhhhhgh," rang the background growl.

"They, uhh…" Devon struggled to find the most professional language. "Let's just say they had a 'double date'."

"I don't think I need any more details, Mister Woodcomb. I take it Colonel Casey is upset because his daughter was involved?"

"Well, yes, but that's not all. When they were arrested, they were intoxicated, and I suppose Alex had given them some sort of hallucinogenic substance as well."

The frustrated General polished off her Cosmo, then pulled a second one out from beneath her desk and began stirring it with her finger. In a resigned tone, she asked, "And why did they get arrested, Mister Woodcomb?"

"Well, from what I gathered, they walked – naked – to the Large Mart above us, broke in, and started throwing books at the register computers. Apparently, in Chuck's statement to the police, he said he was getting bored of the 'same-ole-same-ole' and wanted to upload the Kama Sutra into the Intersect."

Beckman implanted her face into her desk as Devon continued.

"Which reminds me, General: some LAPD officers now know what the Intersect is, so you may want to send in some Neuralyzers, or whatever it is you do these days."

Beckman's voice was muffled by the table, "We're not the Men-in-Black, Devon."

"Right," he let out a nervous chuckle, "Well, in any case, that's pretty much everything. The four of them are currently in the Drunk Tank at the local jail, which should protect them from Casey for now. But in the morning, you might want to consider some sort of protective detail."

From the drinking, another exhausting tale in the 'Never-Ending Sexual Exploits of Charah', and her position on the table, Beckman struggled to stay awake. "I'll consider it," she finally exhaled. "Will the Colonel be okay?"

The background grunts had been replaced by snores. Devon looked to his right, then back at the General. "My professional opinion is, he'll be fine in the morning. Though one day soon, he is going to need a new liver."

"Then you're dismissed, Mister Woodcomb."

"One last thing," Devon fit in before the General, too drunk to find the button, could end the call. "Just as a doctor, the last check-up John had, his liver was perfectly healthy. So, if this heavy-drinking spell is collaborative, you may want to consider scaling it back – for your own health."

Beckman lifted her heavy head off the desk. Unable to navigate her laptop, she slid it off the table, attempting in her position to shrug, as it unceremoniously shattered on the floor.

She thought a moment about Devon's advice.

Then picked up her Cosmo and downed it in one swig.

I think I'd rather have this kill me tonight than deal with those two any longer, she thought.

MDS A/N 3: 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.