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

Apartment of John Casey

Los Angeles, California

5:30 AM

January 8, 2008

Another beep told Adrienne that more information was in. She rubbed her eyes and glanced out the window, to the lightening sky. Any hope of sleep she had was gone. Information and codings related to Mathis Malstrome had been pouring in almost nonstop since about nine the night before, yet Adrienne still felt like the Malstrome case was full of grey areas. All in all, it was a typical day at NSA headquarters, if she was there.

She figured Casey would be up soon, he constantly ran on army time, even when he didn't need to. That meant that if the sun was up, so was he. She was right. He barely glanced at her as he walked past her to get coffee, and didn't say anything. He brought her a cup of coffee, still in silence. It was wierd for him to wake up to someone in his house, and he didn't seem sure of how to act. He pulled up a chair and watched her on the computer, trying to make sense of all the codings and data on the screen. Aside from a mutter 'thanks' when he gave her the coffee, they hadn't acknowledged each other.

He watched her intently typing and counting words and translating until he was able to make more sense of what was on the computer. She seemed to get annoyed after w while and she closed out of the codings, leaving only one window open. He recognized it as a NSA criminal file. She looked over that intently for a while, then opened a new file and dug through what seemed like hundreds of minimized official papers. "Finally", she exclaimed, and the printer whirred on. Casey reached over and grabbed the paper.

"Do we have to go to this?" he asked. The paper was an invitation to an art gala. "I love how we just skip the whole part where people say 'hi' to each other," she pulled the paper out of his hand.

"Well we don't have to. But it would be a good bet that he would be there. He manages artists, mostly Russian and friends of his, and uses their exhibitions and galas as covers to his arms smuggling operations. I don't know, maybe communist rebels have a good eye for art. Anyway, the coding I was looking at earlier where intercepted messages from him to an american-communist affiliation. I hacked the codes from the remaining House Un-American Activities Committee scanners. The closet ones are in Alaska, so it was alittle difficult, but obviously I managed to do it. They screen all messages in and out of Russia that haven't been blocked to them by the NSA, so currently most Russian-American transmissions go through them, since we're not worried about Russian terrorists right now. I don't see why not, since we helped with the downfall of the USSR. Anyway, Malstrome is apparently already inside American borders. There is a gala tonight and it's hosted by 'High Winds Scandinavia', his management company. So, yeah we have to go."

"You could've just said yeah, I wasn't going to argue. And the whole side story about HUAC and the Cold War was unnessicary." Adrienne smirked. "I know, I was bragging."

"Well then, good for you," Casey replied sarcastically.

Echo Park Buymore

Los Angeles, California

10 AM

January 8, 2008

Adrienne made eye contact with Chuck and nodded towards the Home Theater Room. He rolled his eyes and headed towards it. Sarah, who had just entered the store, followed.

"General Beckman," she said, ignoring Casey and Adrienne as she walked by. "It is my duty on this case to protect 'Intersect'. I find that alittle difficult to do when Casey and Adrienne take the Intersect away from me."

"Well Agent Walker, Major Casey and Major Dickey are NSA agents, and the current case is a NSA matter. They are both skilled enough to carry out their duties on this case without you, and protect the 'Intersect'."

"I understand that, General, but Casey does have some anger issues. In his file, it says he tried to kill someone he actually loved because she pissed him off. How can Chuck's life be trusted to someone who cares that little about who around them lives or dies?"

Adrienne stepped forward. "General, I have personal knowledge of that incident, and Major Casey only acted the way he had been trained. The person he tried to kill was interfering with the case he was ordered to do, so he had no choice but to dispose of her. The whole 'romance controversy' of it is misconcepted and mistaken information. Hearsay, really."

Everyone in the room was focused on her. "Major Dickey, I don't think you have alot of room to comment on your own case. I haven't seen the files in a while, but I believe that was the Nova Scotia incident, and it was you he shot." Adrienne backed down like a scolded puppy.

"Agent Walker, I will allow you to join them on this case, providing you don't flaunt any NSA secrets you may obtain around the CIA. However, you will be on a need to know basis only. Now, Major Dickey, I believe we are here because you have a lead on the case?"

"Yes, from HUAC communications, I found that Malstrome is in the U.S. He will be in Los Angeles tommorrow night for one of his art galas. I've already discussed with Major Casey that we will be attending it, because it's our best bet at getting him."

"Good work, Major Dickey. The four of you will attend the gala, as planned. Apprehend Malstrome if you find him, but it's NSA, keep it low key." General Beckman left the screen.

"So, thats where all the strange yet obvious tension comes from, huh? Either Adrienne's in love with someone who tried to kill her, or Casey's in love with someone he tried to kill," Chuck said to the room at large.

"Or maybe... it's both," added Sarah. Chuck squealed as Adrienne feigned like she was going to attack him, and Casey leered at Sarah. "Careful, Walker. You wouldn't want there to be an accident tommorrow at the gala."

Antionetti Hotel

Los Angeles, California

8 PM

January 9, 2008

Casey abandoned his usual cover of 'driver' or 'bartender' for the gala. Instead, mostly becuase of the even number of their group, he went as Adrienne's date. They entered the gala a few minutes after Chuck and Sarah, and headed in the opposite direction. They had matched, mostly black ofset with gold, more as coincidence then as an attempt to look like a L.A. couple. Sarah and Chuck, however, had matched on purpose.

On one end of the exhibit, Chuck was sipping a martini and looking at the rather strange works of art. He bent close to one to examine it better. It looked like a World War Two battlefield.

"Wow, these are really...something," he said staning up to find himself face to face with a tall, burly man.

"You like it?" he asked, staring at Sarah. "They are inspired by the pain my people went through during the Cold War. True, there was no bombing, but it felt like a battlefront to us."

His bent to kiss Sarah's hand. "I am Igar Kaivoski, Artist." She smiled at him, thinking of something to say, but she noticed Chuck gaping at Igar. "Excuse us for a moment," she said, leading Chuck out of ear shot.

"What's wrong?" Chuck mouthed wordlessly like a fish out of water, before finding his voice.

"Igar Kaivoski is Mathias Malstrome's right hand man." Sarah put her hand on her ear to better hear Casey and Adrienne on the other line."Did you guys get that?"she asked.

"Yeah, and I think he was wearing a wire, because we've just found Malstrome, and he's very intently heading your way. Adrienne's going to try and get him somewhere private so we can arrest him," Casey answered.

"So she's going to try and seduce him?" Sarah teased.

"I never said that," said Casey protectively.

They could hear Adrienne over her hidden microphone. "Excuse me, Mr Malstrome, can I have a word?" she called after him. He stopped so she could catch up. "I'm a big fan of your galleries. You have an amazing eye for art."

"You don't look like an art contasoiurre."

He eyed her suspiciously. "Yes, well looks can be decieving." He grabbed her arm and put a gun to her back. "I think you look like a federal agent wearing a wire, who's trying to stop me from killing your friend over there."

He indictated to the stairs across the gallery, where two guys in dark glasses and leather jackets had guns to Sarah's and Chuck's backs as well. They led them upstairs and Mathias was leading Adrienne across the room as well, when he was distracted by Casey's destructive quick thinking. He had thrown a stool into the mirrored wall of the bar. Adrienne took advantage of his distraction to punch Mathias in the face and get away.

She went for her gun, which was strapped to her leg under her dress, but before she could head upstairs to save Chuck, gunshots rang out behind her. She fired back, heading for the stairs. She ran up the stairs, and shot the guard at the top. She continued down the hall, listening for Sarah and Chuck. She finally came to a room with the door slightly ajar. She pushed it open and found the room empty. A muffled yell brought her attention to a closet, where she found Sarah, bound and gagged.

"It's a proud day for Agent Walker," she sneered at her. "Hey Casey," she said over her microphone."How's the party?"

"I'm coming up, where are you guys?"

"I'm in room 142, with Walker tied up in the closet. No sign of Chuck, though." Casey joined them in the room and saw Sarah. "We should probably untie her, maybe she knows where he is." Adrienne pulled out her cellphone. "It's not completely neccesary. GPS." She showed Casey her phone.

Sarah had managed to get out of her ties while they were talking anyway. She pushed past Adrienne, going out of her way to thrust her shoulder at her as hard as possible. She ran out of the room and into the elevator, followed by Casey and Adrienne. They found Chuck on the roof, his kidnappers were holding him over the edge. Mathias was missing, but Igar was there. "Put down your weapons, or they drop him," he threatened. They lowered there guns and the guys brought Chuck back over the edge. "What do you want?" Sarah demanded. "It's not what I want, it's what he wants. The 'Intersect' is very valuable to Mathias' sales. I believe your friend here has something to do with it."

While he was talking, Adrienne whispered to Casey," I'm going to take out the right guard, you need to get the left one right away, or Chuck's going over...Now." She pulled her gun back out and shot one of the guards before he realized what was happening. Casey took out the other one almost immediately.

"Chuck, run," yelled Casey, as Igar pulled out his own gun. The three of them split up, finding cover as Igar opened fire. Chuck pulled the door to the stairs closed seconds before is was pelted with bullets. Adrienne had gone through a half a magazine and still hadn't hit Igar. "He's good," she said. Casey nodded in agreement. Eventually, Igar stopped to reload, and Sarah got a clear body shot.