MDS/N 1: I again passed Richard76310's challenge to another writer. This time the poor victim was Dlitt76. This is his contribution to this little mini-series. Now, we've had some knee slappers, as stories go in this series. This one is next level in its humor and construction. I mean, I almost agreed with the General's logic in this story. Casey does make a compelling argument. If you're not laughing half way through, then you probably had your sense of humor removed as a small child. In which case, I can't help but wonder why your parents were such cruel people.

MDS/N 2: Please give Dlitt76's story "Iced Cream Queen" a read, it is a rather delightful AU with Chuck as a reporter covering a rising star named Sarah in the world of that wonderful frozen desert referred to in the song, "I scream, you scream, we all scream for Iced Cream!" Anyways, it is a great fluffy story that is as sweet as its namesake. If you haven't started reading it yet, you owe it to yourself to start. Just don't read it while eating actual Iced Cream as you could slip into a sugar coma.

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 15: Friendly Fire

Guest Written By:

Dlitt76

A/N I was asked if I'd like to contribute to the series of stories and I happily agreed, I avoided reading everyone else's submissions as I didn't want to be influenced first.

Here we go then.

General Beckman rubbed her tired eyes, meeting after meeting had drained the last of an earlier good mood. She sat contemplating a double scotch for a second when suddenly her intercom buzzed, tapping the button she pulled her glasses back on.

"Major." She said as the John Casey's face appeared.

He looked confused for a second "I'm sorry… Ma'am, but didn't you promote me to Colonel last week?"

"That may be, but if you're calling me to make another excuse about yesterday's mission, that could change… tonight!" she scowled "The first thing I want to discuss Major" she lifted a single sheet of paper from the desk and frowned at it "…care to explain why you called an airstrike on the asset?"

He looked back at her pleadingly, like a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar "…Ma'am. I'm afraid that they've gone too far…"

Frowning at his puppy dog eyes she cleared her throat aggressively "Major…" she emphasised, "…what happened this time?"

At least the Colonel had the good grace to look abashed when the General's brow furrowed again, "…Spit it out Major" she said curtly.

He cleared his throat "Well Ma'am, I caught them mixing their peanut butter and chocolate again."

General Beckman shook her head in frustration, pinching the sides of her nose "So what? They're both adults. What they do in their free time is up to them."

He snorted before responding "…they were in the back of my Vic" he almost snarled.

Her eyes widened in surprise, she knew how much Casey loved his car "I'll have another word to them about boundaries, is that all Colonel?" she looked away and began scanning another sheet of paper.

"…it was the third time this month. I only just got Vera back from the NSA cleaners" he interrupted, looking through his furrowed brow thoughtfully.

Unused to being interrupted, the general dropped the paper and glowered at him, removing her glasses and leaning forward. Despite her diminutive size comically being shown through an even smaller TV screen, she intimidated him "Colonel…, am I correct that you want the airstrike, just to get revenge for two people having coitus in your car?"

She heard Casey do something that no one would expect from the hardened killer, plead "No Ma'am" he straightened a little, clearing his throat "I figure that it'd cost fewer tax dollars to blow them up, rather than Uncle Sam having to pay for all the brain bleach…" he muttered, looking dejectedly at the screen.

She raised her brow, looking at him sternly, "Permission denied, you're just going to have to man up, for god's sake you're a marine." He stiffened at that, looking down at the ground before the general continued "…speaking of the asset, where is Bartowski right now?"

Tapping on the keyboard he glanced at screen and declared "…cameras show him at the Buy More."

The General tapped her finger on her desk, deep in thought "…so if the airstrike is successful, Mr Barnes and Mr Patel would be considered collateral damage? Interesting…" they both smirked.

"Yes General, acceptable losses and all that." He nodded, a sly grin set on his face.

She nodded in reply "…Alright Colonel, airstrike approved. Just make sure that you use the coordinates of his watch, we don't want any unacceptable losses, am I clear."

Casey had an evil grin as he began to type in the watch's GPS code, slaving it directly to an inbound predator drone. "Yes General. ETA is 2 minutes…"

General Beckman nodded in reply, cutting off the call.

High above Castle, the drone loosed its payload, the missile being guided inexorably to the target, Casey grinned again.

Moments later, Casey's brow lifted in panic, hearing Chuck and Sarah both fumbling their way through the door and giggling their way down the stairs, much to Casey's annoyance. A spike of fear overtook him, he began typing in the abort code, but Chuck nudged into him before coming to a stop and looking nervously at the tall marine.

"…erm, Casey, I was wondering if you happened to find my watch, I seem to have misplaced it" Chuck looked at Sarah who giggled in the background.

Seeing their partner begin to type frantically now, Sarah cleared her throat and gestured at the marine "I remember seeing it when you picked us up after the mission yesterday, but after that…" she shrugged.

Looking at her hopefully, Chuck nodded at her "…yeah Case, maybe it's in your car."

Casey's typing went into overdrive, pitifully whimpering as the missile struck its target, John Casey, world renowned agent burst into tears, mumbling "…VERA."

A/N I hope you enjoyed that. Take care and stay safe. DLitt76

MDS A/N 3: Are you not entertained?! Well then leave a review! The guest authors would really appreciate you showing your love for their hard work and sacrifice.