Ever notice how Love knots are shaped a bit like triangles? Well, that's the mess he'd gotten himself into...
'Hi, my name's Chuck and here's a few things you may need to know about me:
I'm a C.I.A agent. I'm engaged to Sarah Walker. My best friend is Morgan Grimes. I work at the Buy More. I'm the Intersect. I'm engaged to Sarah walker... wait that was already mentioned. Fine... I love Star Wars and video games. I'm in Love with Agent John Casey... ' His thoughts stopped there and he leaned against his door as he fished his key from his boxer's pocket.
Yes, that's right, he was in love with John Casey. Big, bad, terrifying John Casey. Chuck wasn't entirely sure when he first realized it. Or if it only dawned on him standing in Casey's apartment seeing him half naked. He sighed. The key unlocking the door sounded too loud to him as it did it's job and he stepped inside, tossing it onto the kitchen counter. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He doubted John would ever be able to look at him again. Then again, this was John Casey, the man with all the training and no doubt the man would use that to pretend this whole conversation never happened.
The clock on the VCR/DVD player blinked it was only 1:15 in the morning. Only 15 minutes? It had seemed so much longer than that. Chuck moved into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels, unopened and untouched and took a seat on the couch in the living room. Sprawled out, one leg up on the cushions, the other was hanging over the edge, toes barely brushing the floor, bottle of Jack between his legs. Head resting on the arm of the couch. Cell phone on the table next to him. Maybe Casey would call. Maybe? A wry smile curled Chuck's lips. He knew the chances of that were next to nothing. No... lower than nothing. Head tilted back, a bit so his gaze could watch the door. Lot of good it would do. Fingers wound around the neck of the bottle.
Another shot of whiskey,
Can't stop looking at the door.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me it happens all the time.
It's a quarter after one,
I'm a little drunk and I need you now.
I said I wouldn't call,
But, I've lost all control
And I need you now.
"Bartowski!"
Chuck jumped eyes opened and there stood John glaring at him. Wow, had he really been so lost in his own thoughts he missed the big man storming through the door. He sat up slightly, balancing on his free hand.
"I uh... " cleared his throat. "Yeah, Casey?"
The other agent groaned and rolled his eyes. "Stop lookin' at me like a love sick school girl, Bartowski." His voice was low. Gaze fell on the bottle of Jack that Chuck held onto. Arched a brow. "Whiskey, really?"
"Ooh, um no... I don't ... really, that is to say... I ... no."
He placed the bottle on the table and stood up quickly, only to get his heel caught just under the couch, the pain sent him back to seated position quickly with a groan. He didn't miss the shake of Casey's head and another roll of his eyes.
"W-what do you want, Casey?"
Sorry this chapter's so short, but I wanted to get this part up at least. Hope to keep y'all comin' back.
"Need You Now" - Lady Antebellum