A/N: As always, the usual copyrights apply. Adrienne's mine, however. I wrote this a while ago, and never got around to posting it, but I figured that since I haven't posted anything in a while, I owed it to my fans, as few and far between as they may be. It's another one of my Casey fics, but this one is a Casey/OC, but it's very minor. I don't write anything rated higher than teen, unless it's anime. And obviously, it's not anime. Anyway enough blabbering, read and review please!

Love always,

Brittny Bombsquad

Echo Park Buymore

Los Angeles, California

9 AM

January 7, 2008

"When can you start?" Chuck asked Adrienne, uncomfortable. She was applying for a job on the Buymore staff, a greenshirt as they were referred. Big Mike had passed the interview down to him, saying it was his duty as assistant manager. He didn't even bother to interview her, knowing he had to give her the job.

"Now is fine,"she answered.

"Ok, well you need a green polo shirt, lets see what we have in stock." He handed her a poorly fitting green Buymore polo shirt. She took it reluctantly.

"You wouldn't happen to have anything alittle more, uh, complimenting?"

He smiled at her meekly. "Nope. Sorry. We use the same ones for guys and girls."

"Then can I at least have smaller one?" He exchanged her shirt for a smaller one. "I see your already wearing Khakis, so I guess your good. I'll put in a name tag request with Big Mike, it should be in soon."

"You mean to tell me I'm in a electronics store that doesn't even have a name tag labeler... thingy?" Chuck shrugged.

Adrienne was shown out of the office by Chuck, and she immediately joined Casey in electronics. He did a double take when he noticed her in Buymore uniform. "You don't waste any time, do you?"

She smiled. "So, I couldn't help but notice that I didn't get the third degree for telling Chuck's family about my military past. I figured you'd have a problem with it."

"No, I don't think you told them to much. Besides, Bartowski already knew you were in the military because General Beckman adressed you as Major. And it's not my business if you blow your cover or get yourself in trouble."

She pulled a scanner out of her belt. "So, teach me how to use this thing," she said, looking at the ancient piece of equipment.

"Point it at a barcode and pull the trigger. Very high tech. I understand if you can't use it." He smirked. Before she had a chance to retort, her phone rang and she answered it, moving to Casey's otherside incase the manager was around.

"It was Beckman," she told Casey, leading him to the home theater room. Once inside, General Beckman told them about a transmission received through NSA headquarters last night.

"England's Head of Foreign Affairs Francis Watson was assassinated last night. This was the last transmission from him." She played them a very staticy recording. "Hostile contact," it said. "Soviet spies...returned...protect...Intersect...Prime minister...assassination attempt...hide...intel..." The voice was barely understandable through the white noise. Then on the tape was a gunshot, and the static stopped before another gunshot rang. General Beckman spoke again. "An image incoding came with it. It was all static until the right before the last gunshot, when we saw this." She showed them a clip of a viscous looking man, bald and scar-faced, raising a gun to the screen and firing, before the transmission went black.

"Is that guy on the radar at all?" asked Casey.

"No, go retrieve 'Intersect' so we can see if he 'flashes' on him." Adrienne went to get Chuck while Casey remained. "How has she been on the case so far, Major Casey?" General Beckman asked. "Alright. We went to dinner with Bartowski's family last night and somehow she ended up posing as my girlfriend."

"Well, as long as she keeps a cover, then she's fine. Don't let what happened in Azerbajan happen again. Or, for that matter, what happened in Nova Scotia, either."

At that moment, Adrienne returned with Chuck, Sarah at his heels. "Agent Walker, this is NSA business. The CIA has no place in it," General Beckman told her. She begrudgingly left the room, finding no point in arguing.

"Mr. Bartowski, do you recognize this man?" General Beckman asked, showing Chuck the video clip. Chuck's eyes glazed over as dozens of images flashed before his eyes. "Mathias Malstrome, Swedish arms dealer who was arrested in 1975 for dealing illegal arms to communist rebels."

Adrienne looked at him in amazement. "That's 'Intersect'," Casey told her.

"Thank you, Mr. Bartowski. We believe he maybe heading to the U.S. as 'HATEF' tells us when a communist threat has successfully made it past United Kingdom borders. Keep an eye out for him. He is NSA bounty once he enters the country. All further codes and intel brought in on him will be forwarded directly to you, Major Dickey. Try to keep this low key and keep Agent Walker out of it. The last thing we need it the CIA meddling in more NSA affairs. Remember, he is after the 'Intersect'."

Echo Park Buymore

Los Angeles, California

12 PM-noon

January 7, 2008

"Hey, Hey, Chuck man. What's with the new chick? She's like a spy or something. She's everywhere," Morgan hassled Chuck. Chuck almost dropped the phone when Morgan referred to Adrienne as a spy, but remember his friends clueless use of coincidental words.

"I'm on the phone," Chuck responded.

"So? But dude, why is she with Casey? I never saw him with anyone, you know, like in my head." Chuck looked at him funny.

"Not like that, Chuck, man. Not cool at all. But her," he said, eyeing Adrienne from across the Nerd Herd desk. "Her I like in my head. But it's like a sign. She shows up at the Buymore yesterday, and even though we didn't talk, you know, cause of Casey and all, I could totally tell she was digging The Morgan. Then she's at your place for dinner last night, and despite that she was all lovey dovey in Casey's lap and all, she was totally checking me out. And now, now she works here. A greenshirt, too! It's like Little Christmas has come for The Morgan. I should go offer to help her get to know the Buymore."

"Morgan, buddy. First off, stop referring to yourself as 'The Morgan', okay? And besides, aren't you still with Anna?"

"Yeah man, but I've got my eye on the prize. I'm with Anna because she was step one on the ladder. But now, my friend, new doors have opened, and I'm going for it," Morgan bragged.

"Right. So your going to waltz over there and charm her into your arms, despite the fact that she told us last night that she is so in love with Casey, who, need I remind you, beats you up if you look at him funny, that she left her job and traveled 3,000 miles across the country to be with him? Not to mention the fact that she's 40." Morgan looked thoughtful.

"Hm...Good point, Chuck man, good point. Maybe I can convince her that Casey is like cheating on her or something. Yeah! And then she'll come crying to me, and I'll live happily ever after with the hot army chick from New York. And the age thing, that's no big deal. Cougars are in this season."

"You think Adrienne is...A cougar?"

"Adrienne? Is that her name? Hmm...I thought it was something like that."

"Dude, even if you can convince her that, which I highly doubt, Casey will still kick your ass, man." Morgan placed his hand on Chuck's shoulder. "Never underestimate the power of the Morgan, Chuck. Aha look, she's alone. Now's my chance." He strode across the room towards Adrienne. "Morgan..Morgan, buddy? What about Anna?" Chuck called after him.

Morgan leaned against the shelf of CD's Adrienne was stocking. She smiled at him. "Oh, hi, Morgan. I almost forgot you worked here." Morgan turned towards Chuck and gave him a thumbs up.

"So, your new in town? How about I give you the Morgan Grimes tour of a lifetime. It highlights all the highrises of Los Angeles." Adrienne laughed at him, although politely. "Morgan, you know I have a boyfriend. You met him last night."

"Yeah, well what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"But it might hurt you," Casey interjected, grabbing Morgan by the back of his shirt and practically throwing him across the room.

"Sorry about that, I'll kill him if you want," he told her, loud enough for only them to hear.

"As tempting the offer, Casey, I'll have to pass. He does have a, uh, certain charm about him. Besides, if you kill Chuck's friends, he'll be forced to spend more time with you."