MDS/N 1: I again passed Richard76310's challenge to another writer. This time the poor victim was Amelia Wolfson. This is her contribution to this little mini-series. If you love heartwarming tales with lots of drama and romantic angst, well you need to look outside this little mini-series. This tale is a wonderful Father / Daughter story about boundaries and letting go of things you cannot control. Also, it is a hoot and a half! Not suitable for reading on the bus as folks might look at you funny when the giggling fits start. Once the fits start they don't stop for a couple hours (trust me) and the bus driver is likely to ask you to get off the bus way before your stop.

MDS/N 2: If you haven't read Amelia Wolfson's story "Chuck vs While He Was Sleeping " a chance, do it right after you finish with this story. It is an excellent AU story with the framework of the delightful Sandra Bullock RomCom "While You Were Sleeping". The story is well reviewed and has more than enough reading material that it should keep you busy for a while. Amelia's a great writer and if you're not reading her stuff, I would ask what you're doing that's so important that you can't spare a few minutes to knock out a chapter a night. As Nike used to tell us, "Just do it!".

MDS/N 3: Please note that no Beta's were harmed in the writing of these Intro Notes. All mistakes of grammar and punctuation are mine.

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.

What Happened This Time?

Chapter 9: Daddy's Little Monster

Guest Written By:

Amelia Wolfson

Hey all,

MarkeyDeSad thought I might be able to come up with something for this drabble endeavor he has going. Not sure why he thought I could, but being that I'm usually up for a challenge, I gave it my best shot. To be honest, my hubby was quite surprised that I got involved at all, but he was impressed when I gave him the overview. I just hope y'all will enjoy it just as much as he did. I know those of you who are familiar with my writing are used to longer things, but as this is a drabble, I tried to keep things short and simple...ish.

- Amelia Wolfson

Beckman was about to leave for the day when her computer beeped, signaling an incoming call. It was the specific alert assigned to Colonel Casey, rolling her eyes with a huff, she sat back down at her desk. Before answering, she stowed her purse in her desk drawer and pulled out the decanter and highball glass from the drawer above. She took a moment to school her features and poured two fingers of scotch before answering the call.

"Permission to terminate the Bartowskis and the hobbit?" Casey growled without preamble.

"Do I even want to know what happened this time to provoke such a request?" Beckman asked, taking a bracing sip of her drink in anticipation of her subordinate's explanation.

"They somehow convinced the moron and my daughter into joining in their debauchery," Casey stated.

Beckman arched an eyebrow, waiting for the Colonel to expand upon his statement.

"The Bartowskis apparently invited them to go to the warehouse district. Apparently one of the spaces had been renovated and turned into a 'dungeon,'" Casey continued, "I got an alert from the watch I gave to Alex, apparently the emergency button had accidentally been triggered during… activities."

"Oh God," Beckman groaned, many ideas of what was coming next running through her mind and dreading which one might be revealed.

"When I arrived, I found the hobbit, clad in leather, a whip in one hand and a flogger in the other." Casey growled, "My gorram daughter was strapped on a Saint Andrews cross stripped down to her skivvies! No father should ever have to witness that!"

Beckman choked on her scotch, her mind drifting back to her early, more experimental days with Roan, "Casey what two consenting adults get up to in private…"

"Bartowski was there giving the moron pointers on the best angle and techniques to use!" Casey practically screamed. "And the rest of the room, including Walker was goading them on! Walker was even rubbing the welts that were forming on my little girl's back side!"

Beckman poured another few fingers of scotch, downing it before speaking again. "Was Alex in any way protesting?"

"No," Casey grunted then scowled.

"Then I would suggest you leave it alone then, and try to forget what you saw," Beckman advised, "I know I'm going to try to forget this conversation ever happened."

"There's not enough brain bleach in the world to forget what I've seen," Casey grunted.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" Beckman hesitantly asked.

"Perhaps one more thing…" Casey hedged.

"Colonel, for the love of God, please tell me you didn't make a scene," Beckman huffed.

"That would depend on what you would call making a scene…" Casey looked away.

"What did you do?" Beckman groaned.

"I may have threatened to tear the hobbit limb from limb from limb before plucking him like a Thanksgiving turkey," Casey winced, "While releasing my daughter, wrapping her in a blanket and driving her home… She's currently not speaking to me."

"I can't say I blame her," Beckman huffed, "Need I remind you that your daughter is an adult and as such her love life is none of your concern unless she is in physical or mortal danger," Casey opened his mouth to protest, only to be cut off by Beckman, "She was not in any danger last night, and in the grand scope of things, what you saw was pretty mild compared to some other things you've mentioned the Bartowskis are involved with. Unless she comes to you saying that she is in danger or you need me to expunge a public indecency charge from her record, I don't want to hear it. I fear my liver is going to look like Roan's before too long."

"But she's my daughter!" Casey protested.

"Colonel, might I suggest you take a step back and focus on your own love life?" Beckman arched an eyebrow, "Take Gertrude on an extended vacation somewhere that you can get some distance and perspective. I'm fairly sure you'd be surprised at what she can whip up with some time away with you."

Casey blanched, catching his superior's double meaning, "How… why… wha…"

"Let's just say Gertie and I have some history too," Beckman gave him a secret smile. "Good night Colonel Casey."

Before Casey could say any more, she disconnected the feed, collected her things, and left the office. On her way to the car, she texted Gertrude and slid the phone back into her purse. Perhaps it was time for Casey to gain a little insight.

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