[ 10_hurt_comfort: chuck/casey ] [ Injured: Every Other Mission ]
[ Fandom | Chuck ]
[ Characters | Chuck / Casey ]
[ Rating | PG-13 ]
[ Word Count | 1,167 ]
[ Masterlist | Here ]
[ Summary | Just a typical mission for Team Bartowski. ]
[ Disclaimer | If I were the owner of Chuck, there would have been more Casey and Chuck giving one another smouldering gazes. So nada, I just play in this sandbox. ]
It had been just like every other mission. Chuck had done his usual thing meaning the exact opposite of what Walker had told him to do. Not staying in the car and meddling unintentionally had led to the Triad members hold Chuck hostage. Casey could see the firearm digging into Chuck’s temple. There were shouts of demands in Cantonese floating in the air and he knew Walker was skulking above in the rafters, sticking to the shadows as she got into position and letting him handle the situation below.
"Let him go," Casey called out as he walked slowly towards Chuck with his gun trained steady on the gorilla man behind their asset. The chokehold the gorilla had on Chuck was effectively stopping the babble Casey knew would have been spewing forth if his airway had been unobstructed.
"No. You have something we want. Drop your gun and hand it over, agent." The man with a tiger tattoo on his face spoke with an almost feral smile. Casey kept his mouth in a thin line, not rising to the bait as he took another step forward. His booted feet ground into the concrete and created a resounding and satisfying crunch as gravel became fine dust. "Not another step agent. We wouldn't want my friend here to accidentally slip and crush this pale little neck would we?"
"Casey!" Chuck's high pitched whimper and wide fearful eyes was just like every other mission. The chokehold tightened and silence fell once more. Walker moved silently into position and Casey knew she had her gun trained on the man who had a hold of Chuck. Everything was going according to plan.
He cocked his head, giving Walker the signal to get ready for the gun fire. "I'm not a patient man." The muffled sounds of agreement from Chuck made his jaw twitch. Casey ignored Chuck otherwise. "I will not repeat myself. Duck, Chuck." Without further warning, Casey flicked his gun and shot Mr. Tiger Tattoo straight between the eyes. Walker's bullet hit true and Chuck found himself sandwiched between the weight of a dead man and the ground. Good, Casey thought as he swung around to take care of the small smattering of thugs behind him. The men had taken up arms as soon as they saw their bosses fall and that was unacceptable in Casey’s book. At least Chuck had a meat shield that would protect his skinny ass until he got to the asset himself and could haul them to safer ground.
"Casey, behind you!" Chuck called out with wide eyes a bit too late as he watched Casey absorb a bullet into a bulky bicep. The NSA agent whirled around with his SIG Sauer extended and took care of the man who took the lucky shot. It was a shame for him that he hadn't made it count.
The gun fire on the ground came to an abrupt halt as the last Triad member fell to the cold concrete floor, spilling his blood onto the ground. His blue eyes darted around him as he kept his gun level around him, surveying his surroundings to make sure that indeed had been the last member of the Triad that needed to be taken care of.
Once satisfied, Casey holstered his gun into the waistband of his pants and helped Walker move the heavy man off Chuck. "Thanks guys," Chuck spoke with a grin on his face now that all the shooting was over and there wasn't any immediate threat to his life, aside from the wrath of two rather pissed off agents that had been given the rather tough task of protecting him. The sounds of sirens outside signalled the clean-up crew had arrived though it was drowned out by the blonde's words. Casey strolled past Walker who was giving Chuck another earful about the importance of staying in the goddamn car. Both of them knew the day Chuck followed their instruction would be the day the sun would rise from the west and John Casey would smile and dance around in a tutu. Casey smirked at the puppy eyes look that Chuck was sending his way that begged the older man to rescue him but otherwise ignored the asset to speak to the head of the NSA clean-up crew.
Minutes later, Team Bartowski was crammed into Chuck's Nerd Herder with Casey at the wheel. Apparently she still hadn't finished her verbal lashing at Chuck. Walker was dropped off at her apartment and the pointed look she had given Chuck had the nerd wilting into his seat after she bade the pair goodnight. It was almost enough to make Casey chuckle with amusement. Casey was glad for the silence that Walker’s absence offered. He could finally hear himself think again.
"Casey..." The man gave a grunt and didn't bother flicking his eyes off the road as he parked the Nerd Herder into Chuck's parking spot. It was the 'hurry-up-and-spit-out-what-you're-trying-to-say' grunt. Chuck knew that fondly as the number 35 as he was always at the receiving end of that one. "Hey big guy... you're kinda bleeding all over the upholstery." He scrambled to get out of the car in case Casey had ideas of locking him up in it like that one time the agents had successfully but effectively jailed him in it, bars and all. The keys were flung in his direction as soon as Casey had locked it up and Chuck nearly dropped them onto the floor.
The older man gave him his own version of a Walker pointed stare. "Wouldn't be bleeding all over it if you stayed in the car." Casey gave Chuck a once over as they walked towards the fountain and flicked his head towards his apartment. "Let's put your ambulance training to the test." Chuck nodded wordlessly and followed the NSA agent into the dark apartment towards the cupboard where Chuck knew Casey kept his first aid kit. The first aid training course had been Chuck's idea and coincidentally one of the covers they had to come up with. It was killing two birds with one stone. The nerd returned with box in hand and watched as Casey threw a glass of scotch into the back of his throat. He made the NSA agent sit down in his lazy boy recliner so he could take care of the bullet.
To the best of Chuck's abilities, the younger man took care of the wound by using some local anaesthesia and forceps to remove the metal bullet. He had gotten better at stitching wounds together now that Casey had allowed Chuck to take care of his more minor flesh wounds (and Casey had a strange sense of what 'minor' stood for). Chuck rocked back onto his feet to admire his handiwork.
And to the best of Casey's abilities, he would continue protecting Chuck from shrapnel and evil henchmen with the penchant for throwing things like the Intersect off buildings. It was just like every other mission.
Author's Comment First contribution to the Chuck and Casey community. Good gracious these two are addictive. I don't think my nerd crush on Adam Baldwin is helping any. From the next few submissions to 10_hurt_comfort for this pairing, I hope to explore more of their character before jumping head first into anything too concrete. Hope you enjoy ;)
[ Characters | Chuck / Casey ]
[ Rating | PG-13 ]
[ Word Count | 1,167 ]
[ Masterlist | Here ]
[ Summary | Just a typical mission for Team Bartowski. ]
[ Disclaimer | If I were the owner of Chuck, there would have been more Casey and Chuck giving one another smouldering gazes. So nada, I just play in this sandbox. ]
It had been just like every other mission. Chuck had done his usual thing meaning the exact opposite of what Walker had told him to do. Not staying in the car and meddling unintentionally had led to the Triad members hold Chuck hostage. Casey could see the firearm digging into Chuck’s temple. There were shouts of demands in Cantonese floating in the air and he knew Walker was skulking above in the rafters, sticking to the shadows as she got into position and letting him handle the situation below.
"Let him go," Casey called out as he walked slowly towards Chuck with his gun trained steady on the gorilla man behind their asset. The chokehold the gorilla had on Chuck was effectively stopping the babble Casey knew would have been spewing forth if his airway had been unobstructed.
"No. You have something we want. Drop your gun and hand it over, agent." The man with a tiger tattoo on his face spoke with an almost feral smile. Casey kept his mouth in a thin line, not rising to the bait as he took another step forward. His booted feet ground into the concrete and created a resounding and satisfying crunch as gravel became fine dust. "Not another step agent. We wouldn't want my friend here to accidentally slip and crush this pale little neck would we?"
"Casey!" Chuck's high pitched whimper and wide fearful eyes was just like every other mission. The chokehold tightened and silence fell once more. Walker moved silently into position and Casey knew she had her gun trained on the man who had a hold of Chuck. Everything was going according to plan.
He cocked his head, giving Walker the signal to get ready for the gun fire. "I'm not a patient man." The muffled sounds of agreement from Chuck made his jaw twitch. Casey ignored Chuck otherwise. "I will not repeat myself. Duck, Chuck." Without further warning, Casey flicked his gun and shot Mr. Tiger Tattoo straight between the eyes. Walker's bullet hit true and Chuck found himself sandwiched between the weight of a dead man and the ground. Good, Casey thought as he swung around to take care of the small smattering of thugs behind him. The men had taken up arms as soon as they saw their bosses fall and that was unacceptable in Casey’s book. At least Chuck had a meat shield that would protect his skinny ass until he got to the asset himself and could haul them to safer ground.
"Casey, behind you!" Chuck called out with wide eyes a bit too late as he watched Casey absorb a bullet into a bulky bicep. The NSA agent whirled around with his SIG Sauer extended and took care of the man who took the lucky shot. It was a shame for him that he hadn't made it count.
The gun fire on the ground came to an abrupt halt as the last Triad member fell to the cold concrete floor, spilling his blood onto the ground. His blue eyes darted around him as he kept his gun level around him, surveying his surroundings to make sure that indeed had been the last member of the Triad that needed to be taken care of.
Once satisfied, Casey holstered his gun into the waistband of his pants and helped Walker move the heavy man off Chuck. "Thanks guys," Chuck spoke with a grin on his face now that all the shooting was over and there wasn't any immediate threat to his life, aside from the wrath of two rather pissed off agents that had been given the rather tough task of protecting him. The sounds of sirens outside signalled the clean-up crew had arrived though it was drowned out by the blonde's words. Casey strolled past Walker who was giving Chuck another earful about the importance of staying in the goddamn car. Both of them knew the day Chuck followed their instruction would be the day the sun would rise from the west and John Casey would smile and dance around in a tutu. Casey smirked at the puppy eyes look that Chuck was sending his way that begged the older man to rescue him but otherwise ignored the asset to speak to the head of the NSA clean-up crew.
Minutes later, Team Bartowski was crammed into Chuck's Nerd Herder with Casey at the wheel. Apparently she still hadn't finished her verbal lashing at Chuck. Walker was dropped off at her apartment and the pointed look she had given Chuck had the nerd wilting into his seat after she bade the pair goodnight. It was almost enough to make Casey chuckle with amusement. Casey was glad for the silence that Walker’s absence offered. He could finally hear himself think again.
"Casey..." The man gave a grunt and didn't bother flicking his eyes off the road as he parked the Nerd Herder into Chuck's parking spot. It was the 'hurry-up-and-spit-out-what-you're-trying-to-say' grunt. Chuck knew that fondly as the number 35 as he was always at the receiving end of that one. "Hey big guy... you're kinda bleeding all over the upholstery." He scrambled to get out of the car in case Casey had ideas of locking him up in it like that one time the agents had successfully but effectively jailed him in it, bars and all. The keys were flung in his direction as soon as Casey had locked it up and Chuck nearly dropped them onto the floor.
The older man gave him his own version of a Walker pointed stare. "Wouldn't be bleeding all over it if you stayed in the car." Casey gave Chuck a once over as they walked towards the fountain and flicked his head towards his apartment. "Let's put your ambulance training to the test." Chuck nodded wordlessly and followed the NSA agent into the dark apartment towards the cupboard where Chuck knew Casey kept his first aid kit. The first aid training course had been Chuck's idea and coincidentally one of the covers they had to come up with. It was killing two birds with one stone. The nerd returned with box in hand and watched as Casey threw a glass of scotch into the back of his throat. He made the NSA agent sit down in his lazy boy recliner so he could take care of the bullet.
To the best of Chuck's abilities, the younger man took care of the wound by using some local anaesthesia and forceps to remove the metal bullet. He had gotten better at stitching wounds together now that Casey had allowed Chuck to take care of his more minor flesh wounds (and Casey had a strange sense of what 'minor' stood for). Chuck rocked back onto his feet to admire his handiwork.
And to the best of Casey's abilities, he would continue protecting Chuck from shrapnel and evil henchmen with the penchant for throwing things like the Intersect off buildings. It was just like every other mission.
Author's Comment First contribution to the Chuck and Casey community. Good gracious these two are addictive. I don't think my nerd crush on Adam Baldwin is helping any. From the next few submissions to 10_hurt_comfort for this pairing, I hope to explore more of their character before jumping head first into anything too concrete. Hope you enjoy ;)