Title: Night Falls for a Monster

Disclaimer: I own none of the original story; it all belongs to some other guy.

Summary: When Casey was younger, he handled a killer. No one else is quite aware of this aside from the General, but when Sara get's kidnapped by someone, Casey has to call upon said killer for help. CaseyXOC(male), ChuckxSara(kinda).

Warnings: There's gonna be m/m relations later… or sooner… and probably quite a bit of violence and gore, somewhat.

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Chapter 2- Steam Roars.

Casey woke with a start. His alarm was going off and he needed to wake up for 'work' soon. His fake job at the Buy More always irritated him to no end, but of course, he had to watch out for Chuck, the Intersect.

Casey stood up and stretched; he completed his daily exercises and tried to get some form of quiet meditation in before he had to go into the Buy More.

Emmitt was being a douche for the past week and Casey had come close to strangling the other man. He had threatened Chuck for slacking on the job. Casey knew why Chuck had been so tired that day, the night before, Chuck had to go with him and Sarah on a mission to search for some guy, which turned out to be a false lead on Fulcrum.

Of course, when Casey had gotten close to Emmitt, his glare had obviously been spotted by Chuck because he tiredly placed his hand on Casey's arm to stop him from getting any closer. Casey could feel the exhaustion radiating off Chuck like heat from a light bulb, so he didn't even comment on the hand on is arm.

At some point during the day, the General contacted Sarah in the Orange Orange and asked her to fetch Casey, only Casey. There was an important matter that she needed to discuss with him alone. Sarah, of course, went to get Casey from the Buy More.

"Hello there General, may I ask why you wanted to speak with me alone?" His tone betrayed nothing. He was as formal as ever, but he was slightly worried that she had another mission for them. Casey was worried about Chuck.

"Hello Major. I actually have a bit of information that was just brought to my attention. A man by the name of Douglas Wilson has apparently popped up on our radar. It was also brought to my attention that you may have had a bit of a run-in in the past?" She was trying to confirm something.

"Yes Ma'am. He was a relative of one of my previous assets. May I also ask if you have any idea why he has just now appeared?" Casey wasn't happy about his appearance. The last time he saw him, he had promised to take back what the government had no right to take from him.

The general pulled out a manila envelope. "He seems to be a dangerous man, Major. It seems he has committed no real crimes, but we fear that he may have tried to join Fulcrum in order to find you."

Casey couldn't help the display of emotions running across his face as he ran his hand down it. "Do we know why he has reappeared? Or are we sure that he is after the asset?" Casey was not pleased with the sudden appearance.

"I am sorry Major, but I do believe that he has made it quite clear to us that he is after your previous asset. Due to this information, we feel that Chuck may not be safe as your current asset. I would strongly advise you keep him held in the barracks for now."

Casey almost glared. "Is that a suggestion, or an order?" He may never admit it to anyone other than himself, but Casey had grown so attached to Chuck in the last two years, that he knew he would never be able to carry out his original orders.

The General seemed to realize this, but she never said anything to him about it. She just gave him a condescending look and spoke firmly. "It's just a suggestion Major, but one that I strongly advise that you take."

And with those final words, the General was gone. Casey sighed and slumped over, sitting on the table. He ran his hands over his face and stared at the ceiling for several minutes before he walked up the stairs.

After making sure that the coast was clear and there were no more customers in the shop, he moved out. Without saying a word to Sarah's confused expression, he made his way back to the Buy More.

As he walked inside, he cringed at the voice of the bearded hobbit. Morgan, oh how I hate you. He thought.

"Hey there big guy, it's a nice day huh?" Casey grunted at him in response. "So… the guys and I were just kind of wondering, hypothetically, of course. If someone were to, oh, I don't know, walk in here and take Chuck out somewhere. How exactly would you react to that?"

Casey's blood froze in his veins and the look that he gave to the much smaller man promised an immediate and painful death. Without thinking, one of his hands grabbed the front of Morgan's shirt into a fist and the other grabbed his throat in a deadly vice grip.

"What do you mean, if someone were to take Chuck?" He spoke slowly and murderously. Fear spiked his adrenaline and he was extremely close to just snapping the younger man's neck.

"Whoa, calm down there buddy! It's just a hypothetical question!" Morgan tried to struggle out of Casey's grasp, he wasn't doing too well.

Casey's grip began to tighten just as Chuck came walking out of an isle. He spotted Casey and quickly ran over to pry his hand off of Morgan's neck. "Casey, calm down! I'm sure that whatever he did doesn't warrant a death sentence! Please, let him go?"

Casey released the hobbit and glared at him before storming off. Chuck looked at Morgan. "What the hell was that about? What did you say to him?" Chuck was sure it had to be something about Casey's personality.

"Well, the guys and Anna and I just made a bit of a speculation. We wanted to know if there was any kind of proof to be gained." Morgan shrugged, obviously trying not to repeat his question to Chuck.

Chuck wasn't buying it. "Morgan, what did you ask him?" Chuck gave a fake glare.

"Alright, He went over to the Orange Orange, and when he came back, I just asked him what his reaction would be, if someone were to come in here and take you out somewhere."

Chuck mentally slammed his hand to his forehead. Casey probably just got a notice of a new target running around and he most likely took Morgan's words the wrong way.

"Why exactly would you ask him something like that? And what do you mean 'take me out' somewhere? Why would someone do that?" At his words, Morgan rolled his eyes and began to spill the whole idea that had spawned, apparently, in Jeff's head, spilled to Lester's mind, and gotten to his and Anna's ears.

"Jeff thought that Casey seemed to be a little bit," Morgan used air finger-quotes. "'Up in your grill' all the time, and after watching him for the last week, I think he might be onto something." He spoke matter-of-factly.

As Chuck rolled his eyes, Morgan continued with more vigor.

"Seriously dude! He's always watching you. He talked it over with Big Mike and made sure that he had the same exact schedule as yours. That one time, that woman walked up in here, and took you to god knows where, Casey flipped a shit and slammed Jeff and Lester's faces into the cage in the back, just to find out where you were."

Chuck rolled his eyes again. "Maybe he just doesn't want anything to happen to me because we car-pool? He doesn't have a car anymore anyway." Morgan gave him a look.

"Oh yea? What about that one time, when you were outside, fixing up the computer in some kids car. He nearly pummeled me into the ground because I didn't know where you were. And just the other day! Emmitt was giving you shit about the lack of work time? Yeah, I saw that look in Casey's eyes. He wanted to punch that creep right in the face, and you were the one who held him back. And did he growl about that? I think not!" Morgan cried out.

Chuck almost didn't notice the stares that he and Morgan were receiving from Anna and Jeff and Lester from behind the Nerd Herd desk. "You guys, I can almost promise you that Casey does not have any kind of infatuation with me. I mean, why would he? He is crazy buff and loves guns. I'm a scrawny nerd, who likes video games."

"Exactly! He's probably just deviating from his usual type. He's totally into you." Morgan cried as Chuck began walking away.

"Morgan, I can almost promise you that excruciating pain will come from trying to figure out the inner mind of John Casey. So either tread softly, or back off. Either way, I'll have no part in this." And with that, Chuck was off trying to figure out why Casey just tried to kill his best friend.

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Author's Note: It's in the middle of the night, so exactly in the middle that when I look at my comp. clock, [that which is an hour off,] it's still yesterday. But anywho...

Thank you all for reading, I appreciate the review Stormwolf. It makes me actually want to continue this fic. I also read a few of the newer fics for Chuck earlier and it made me want to actually try and buff this one up a little bit, so I'm working on it, kinda for you, if only cause you're the only one that I actually know is reading this. So thank you.

Anyone else out there reading this, please review, I enjoy them and they are what's necessary for any fic to continue on living... or surviving... yea. So continue reading, review cause it makes people happy, don't flame cause it's a waste of everyone's time, and go about your lives afterwards and hopefully you've read something today [or night] that makes you happy for the rest of the day [or night for you nocturnal creatures such as I.]

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