If you feel so empty, so used up, so let down
Setting: The Three Broomsticks, The Agency, On Mission, the south of France
Characters: Casey and Rosie
Summary: Summoned.
To Casey it felt like forever since he had been summoned. He left Luca and V with Liz, unsure of how long he would be gone. He had taken extra time, to make sure wards were in place. Extra wards, to protect his children while he was gone.
Packing lightly, he arrived at the Broomsticks before sunrise. Quint let him in, and he slid into a seat at the bar as he reread the note from the summons.
Need your talents. Report with your hunter to the agency, Noril'sk, Siberia. 0600 Thursday morning, you will be briefed upon your arrival. If you past the standard testing.
Now Casey hated the tests, no matter how hard he tried, he could never fail them. If you failed, you weren't allowed to go on the mission. Casey always went on the missions. His healing talents were acceptional, and his connection with his current Hunter, legendary. He was able to anticipate her moves, her needs faster than any other Q.
He would swear it was just the bond, not the fact that he knew Rosie, intamately...very intamently.
His fingers drummed on the wood of the bar, nervously. He wasn't even sure which division he worked for anymore. He hadn't been called to hunt Vampires in awhile...not since the death of Elle and Kane.
Slowly he turned, toward the stairs as Rosie came down. She wasn't even in view, nor had the stairs creaked, but still he knew she was there. He could feel through the bond that she was tired...yet anxious. Offering a soft smirk, "I could offer to wake you up, but it might still be early enough you would smack me.
That's how their trip had started. One touch to the portkey, and they were off. It wasn't long before Caspian was tied to a chair in one room, with Rosie in another room. Caspian was asked questions, about what was being done to Rosie, to see how deep their connection ran.
Casey sighed, for the umpteenth time, "I told you, they are pampering her, a nice hot bath, spa treatment like," he growled as he struggled against the rope. "Just fucking untie me, you fucktard, I'll sit in the chair like a good boy, and answer all of your fucking questions."
Rosie was being pampered. There were very few female Hunters in the agency these days. Which is why Casey and Rosie were specifically choosen for this mission. A Veela uprising in the south of France. Rosie, a woman, immune to their charms, Caspian a male, Veela himself, possibly able to charm them right back.
Characters: Casey and Rosie
Summary: Summoned.
To Casey it felt like forever since he had been summoned. He left Luca and V with Liz, unsure of how long he would be gone. He had taken extra time, to make sure wards were in place. Extra wards, to protect his children while he was gone.
Packing lightly, he arrived at the Broomsticks before sunrise. Quint let him in, and he slid into a seat at the bar as he reread the note from the summons.
Need your talents. Report with your hunter to the agency, Noril'sk, Siberia. 0600 Thursday morning, you will be briefed upon your arrival. If you past the standard testing.
Now Casey hated the tests, no matter how hard he tried, he could never fail them. If you failed, you weren't allowed to go on the mission. Casey always went on the missions. His healing talents were acceptional, and his connection with his current Hunter, legendary. He was able to anticipate her moves, her needs faster than any other Q.
He would swear it was just the bond, not the fact that he knew Rosie, intamately...very intamently.
His fingers drummed on the wood of the bar, nervously. He wasn't even sure which division he worked for anymore. He hadn't been called to hunt Vampires in awhile...not since the death of Elle and Kane.
Slowly he turned, toward the stairs as Rosie came down. She wasn't even in view, nor had the stairs creaked, but still he knew she was there. He could feel through the bond that she was tired...yet anxious. Offering a soft smirk, "I could offer to wake you up, but it might still be early enough you would smack me.
That's how their trip had started. One touch to the portkey, and they were off. It wasn't long before Caspian was tied to a chair in one room, with Rosie in another room. Caspian was asked questions, about what was being done to Rosie, to see how deep their connection ran.
Casey sighed, for the umpteenth time, "I told you, they are pampering her, a nice hot bath, spa treatment like," he growled as he struggled against the rope. "Just fucking untie me, you fucktard, I'll sit in the chair like a good boy, and answer all of your fucking questions."
Rosie was being pampered. There were very few female Hunters in the agency these days. Which is why Casey and Rosie were specifically choosen for this mission. A Veela uprising in the south of France. Rosie, a woman, immune to their charms, Caspian a male, Veela himself, possibly able to charm them right back.