Chuck had been fidgeting with the radio for the past hour and a half before Casey finally scowled "Choose a station before I shoot you."
"Not my fault you didn't get satellite." Chuck retorted.
Sarah looked up at the rear view mirror to see Chuck mischievously smiling. He had been changing the station from the back seat blaming it on a supposed faulty radio signal, and straight-to-the-point it's a bad song, among his other excuses. She couldn't help but smile when Chuck had started rambling on about how Casey's favorite Neil Diamond song was really in fact about a dog when it started to play on the radio. Casey, who was not amused, changed the station just to get him to shut up.
"Where's a tranquilizer dart when you need one?" Casey mumbled under his breath.
I guess Casey isn't the only one who likes to get under someone's skin.
"Soooo… Vegas huh? We gonna get our groove on or what?" Chuck asked, leaning forward with his arms hanging over the two front seats"
"No party boy, we're not staying. We're going because there's a gun convention being held there. And we all know how much bad guys love guns" Casey said, glancing at Chuck through the rear view mirror.
"We're hoping you can flash on something there..." Sarah started.
"Or someone…" Casey interrupted.
"The CIA got wind of a Russian arms dealer who conducts illegal arms deal with and for different international organized crime groups under the cover of being a legitimate vendor. We apprehend him, we can get valuable Intel needed to take them down," Sarah continued.
"So I flash on the hired help, you slap on the handcuffs and then we get our groove on! Of course all on the CIA or the NSA, I don't really care which. Although the NSA is pretty cheap when it comes to setting their agents up with diggs. I mean look at Casey apart...."
Chuck didn't get to finish because Casey had released one of his hands from the steering wheel and swung it towards the backseat.
Sarah just heard scuffling noises and Chuck screaming "Sarah! Sarah! The Intersect has been compromised!!!" She looked at the side mirror to get a view of what was going on in the back, just in time to see Chuck swatting at Casey's hand, to keep it at bay.
Casey had barely resumed his position, with one hand on 9 o'clock and the other on 3, when Chuck brought his lips close to Casey's ear and whispered, "Agent Casey… You fight like a guuuuuuurl"
And the fighting ensued. This time, Sarah couldn't help but laugh when she heard Chuck scream.
"Ow! No! No! No pinching! …oy…. That's gonna bruise...."
Casey grunted and smirked in satisfaction.