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[the_nsa_agent]

Casey prowled the building called the compound, getting the lay of the land. If no one was going to tell him straight out what his mission was, he was just going to have to figure it out for himself

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[the_intersect]

Chuck had been on the island over a week now, and in the time since he'd arrived, he'd unexpectedly made out with someone he didn't know, had a monkey crawl all over him, and had probably gotten frostbite on the index finger of his left hand. He needed that finger. That was his trigger finger.

For XBox. Not for guns.

But he was slowly adjusting. He didn't like that he was adjusting, but he was, despite how much he missed Ellie and Awesome and Morgan and...and Sarah. And if he thought about it hard enough, maybe he even missed Casey. Just a little bit.

He was walking to the compound kitchen, hoping that he could find the makings of a decent sandwich, when he thought he saw a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. Chuck double-taked, turned around and his eyes widened.

"Casey?"

[the_nsa_agent]

Casey looked up from his coffee and narrowed his eyes.

"Bartowski."

Some new assignment, if it was the same as his old one. He wondered where Agent Walker was hiding.

"Should have known you'd be around where there's something weird going on."

[the_intersect]

"Oh my god, Casey!" Chuck said, and without thinking, rushed across the room to hug Casey. He'd pretty much come to the conclusion that he'd never see anyone from back home ever again, so even seeing Casey almost felt like the biggest relief of his life.

In retrospect, Chuck would probably realize how bad of an idea even attempting to hug Casey was.

[the_nsa_agent]

Casey grunted. He wasn't especially pleased to see the kid, even if he hadn't been hugging him. Casey didn't hug.

"What the hell did you do this time, Bartowski?"

Should have left him in the car.

[the_intersect]

"Me?" Chuck said, once he'd gotten over his excitement over someone that he actually knew being on the island and backed up to a relatively safe distance.

"How is this my fault? I-- I was with Sarah, and there was a bomb and then I ended up here."

[the_nsa_agent]

"With Sarah, huh?" Casey managed to make those three words sound incredibly crude. He knew it. The skirt had so compromised herself with the intersect.

"What bomb? There hasn't been a bomb in a while."

[the_intersect]

"Heh." Chuck said, catching what he was insinuating. ...even if he was kind of right. In a way.

"It was just last week-- there was a bomb and some guys working with Lou's ex boyfriend Stavros, and I'm pretty sure me and Sarah were about to-- Oh god, is Sarah okay? Is she-- is she alive?"

[the_nsa_agent]

"Considering there was no bomb, she's fine." Seemed like that whole mess with Larkin got deleted from the computer kid. No skin off Casey's nose.

"You've been here a week, huh? Flashed on anything? Got a mission? New CIA handler, if Agent Walker's not here?"

It would just figure that Casey would be reassigned to Crazy Island and be stuck with the same assignment.

[the_intersect]

"Wait, what do you-- what do you mean there was no bomb? Big thing, ticking numbers...it looked kind of like a bomb to me."

But at least Sarah was alive. Chuck was inclined to believe that was the kind of thing that Casey probably wouldn't lie about. At least he hoped so.

Chuck took a deep breath. "No-- No flashes, no mission. It's just been me...and an island full of fictional characters."

[the_nsa_agent]

"Yeah, well, you aren't exactly trained to recognize bombs unless they look like something in that thing in your head, are you?" Casey pointed out. "It wasn't a bomb. It was your buddy Larkin. You don't remember that?"

He'd never figured Bartowski for the brightest of the bunch, but he'd never figured him for that stupid, but who know what having a super computer in there could do to a person's head.

"Fictional, huh? Can't be all made up, though. We're real."

[the_intersect]

"Larkin? Wait...Bryce? What-- What do you mean 'it was Bryce?'"

Last time he had checked, Bryce Larkin was dead. Chuck had put on a suit and gone to his funeral, so right now, he had absolutely no idea what Casey was talking about.

[the_nsa_agent]

"Guess I didn't do too good a job taking him out the first time." Casey hated admitting to failure, but it wasn't like he knew about Larkin's triple cross. Seemed like it would have been a lot more polite for him to stay dead.

"He wasn't really dead," he clarified for Chuck, who was visibly being slow on the uptake this time. "Wasn't rogue, either, or so he says. Actual rogue agents saved him. Thought he was the Intersect. Heh. Saved your ass," he noted with a smirk. "Went back deep undercover, though, so there won't be any calling him. Even if we don't seem to be even further down than he is," Casey added. He wasn't sure he liked the lack of contact to the outside, but he could work on figuring that out later.

[the_intersect]

"Didn't we already have a talk about the whole 'spy humor' thing?" Chuck replied dryly. While making Chuck think that he had to learn how to tango-- and being the reason that he'd ended up learning the girl's part of the dance with half naked Captain Awesome-- hadn't been funny, this was just plain cruel.

[the_nsa_agent]

"What are you talking about, humor? Where's the joke, except this whole island thing?" Casey was damn funny when he wanted to be, but he wasn't telling anything but the unfunny truth right then. "I tell you a joke, you won't know it until later, Bartowski."