Reveille, Reveille [4/6], [T] Casey, Chuck - Spoilers: all seasons
Title: Reveille, Reveille
Rating: T
Characters: John Casey, Chuck Bartowski
Warnings: Spoilers
Spoilers: all seasons
Genres: Gen, Friendship, Fluff, Humor
Chapters: 4/6
Completed: No
Word count: 586
Disclaimer: I wish, but no. ;_;
Notes: Credit to Lu for demanding Chuck fic of any kind and then flailing all over it.
Summary: Five times Casey woke Chuck up and one time he let him sleep.
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4.
Casey paused for another overpaid idiot to take a glass from his tray and used the moment to check in on both of his partners.
Walker was chatting up the wife of the Australian ambassador and simultaneously eavesdropping on the son of the Turkish Ambassador. Good. At least she was on task.
Bartowski was...
Casey frowned when he realized he couldn't immediately see Chuck.
As soon as the guest walked away, glass in hand, Casey headed for the periphery of the room, lifting his tray high so he could inconspicuously talk into his wrist mic.
"Walker, I don't see Bartowski. You have a visual on him?"
He saw her laugh and turn away to sweep the room with a glance, playing with her earring to cover her response and talking through her smile.
"I don't see him either. Who was he talking to last time you saw him?"
"One of the waiters," Casey growled.
"All right. I'll start making the rounds here in the ballroom. You check the hallways, men's room, kitchen, and other areas he could have wandered off into."
"Copy that," Casey said and returned to the kitchen area to start his search and drop off his tray. He ignored the caterer who tried to give him another, muttered something about a bathroom break, and kept going.
Once the kitchen was cleared and no Chuck as found, he did indeed go to the head, but not for a pit stop. Chuck wasn't at any of the urinals and none of the shoes under the stalls were his either, so Casey washed his hands, nodded uncomfortably at a guest who stared at him, and then left again.
Casey was halfway through searching the hallways that lead away from the main ballroom to smaller private rooms where guests could chat in groups when he found him.
He was propped into the corner of a windowed alcove, mostly hidden behind the curtains, sleeping like a baby.
Or he was until Casey grabbed his jacket by the lapels and yanked him back out into the hallway.
Chuck came awake with a "WAH!" and his hands gripped Casey's wrists and twisted, a move that was instinctive now, thanks to the upgrade to the Intersect.
He was already free of Casey and stepping back into a beginning kata-feet spread and balanced, hands up and firm-when he truly became aware of his surroundings and who was facing him down.
He relaxed and took a more natural standing pose, adjusting his bow tie in a show of nerves. "Oh. It's you." Then his voice took on a whining protest and he said, "Casey! What was that for? I was-"
"Sleeping. I saw. Do you think maybe next time you could hold off on the cat naps until after we figure out which of these Ambassadors is stealing and selling our secrets to Iran?"
Chuck gave him a wounded look, but Sarah interrupted just then.
"Casey, I haven't seen him anywhere. Have you-"
"Yeah, I found him, " Casey replied. "Sleeping on the job. Again."
Chuck opened his mouth wide in shock, brow furrowing in defensive anger, but Casey put up a hand. "Save it. I don't care. Just get back out there and see if you flash already."
He keyed the mic up one last time and added, "And Walker? Stop keeping him up all night before a mission, would you?"
He left then, ignoring Chuck's blush and protests, muttering under his breath about remembering why he hated working with couples.
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Rating: T
Characters: John Casey, Chuck Bartowski
Warnings: Spoilers
Spoilers: all seasons
Genres: Gen, Friendship, Fluff, Humor
Chapters: 4/6
Completed: No
Word count: 586
Disclaimer: I wish, but no. ;_;
Notes: Credit to Lu for demanding Chuck fic of any kind and then flailing all over it.
Summary: Five times Casey woke Chuck up and one time he let him sleep.
1 2 3 4 5 6
4.
Casey paused for another overpaid idiot to take a glass from his tray and used the moment to check in on both of his partners.
Walker was chatting up the wife of the Australian ambassador and simultaneously eavesdropping on the son of the Turkish Ambassador. Good. At least she was on task.
Bartowski was...
Casey frowned when he realized he couldn't immediately see Chuck.
As soon as the guest walked away, glass in hand, Casey headed for the periphery of the room, lifting his tray high so he could inconspicuously talk into his wrist mic.
"Walker, I don't see Bartowski. You have a visual on him?"
He saw her laugh and turn away to sweep the room with a glance, playing with her earring to cover her response and talking through her smile.
"I don't see him either. Who was he talking to last time you saw him?"
"One of the waiters," Casey growled.
"All right. I'll start making the rounds here in the ballroom. You check the hallways, men's room, kitchen, and other areas he could have wandered off into."
"Copy that," Casey said and returned to the kitchen area to start his search and drop off his tray. He ignored the caterer who tried to give him another, muttered something about a bathroom break, and kept going.
Once the kitchen was cleared and no Chuck as found, he did indeed go to the head, but not for a pit stop. Chuck wasn't at any of the urinals and none of the shoes under the stalls were his either, so Casey washed his hands, nodded uncomfortably at a guest who stared at him, and then left again.
Casey was halfway through searching the hallways that lead away from the main ballroom to smaller private rooms where guests could chat in groups when he found him.
He was propped into the corner of a windowed alcove, mostly hidden behind the curtains, sleeping like a baby.
Or he was until Casey grabbed his jacket by the lapels and yanked him back out into the hallway.
Chuck came awake with a "WAH!" and his hands gripped Casey's wrists and twisted, a move that was instinctive now, thanks to the upgrade to the Intersect.
He was already free of Casey and stepping back into a beginning kata-feet spread and balanced, hands up and firm-when he truly became aware of his surroundings and who was facing him down.
He relaxed and took a more natural standing pose, adjusting his bow tie in a show of nerves. "Oh. It's you." Then his voice took on a whining protest and he said, "Casey! What was that for? I was-"
"Sleeping. I saw. Do you think maybe next time you could hold off on the cat naps until after we figure out which of these Ambassadors is stealing and selling our secrets to Iran?"
Chuck gave him a wounded look, but Sarah interrupted just then.
"Casey, I haven't seen him anywhere. Have you-"
"Yeah, I found him, " Casey replied. "Sleeping on the job. Again."
Chuck opened his mouth wide in shock, brow furrowing in defensive anger, but Casey put up a hand. "Save it. I don't care. Just get back out there and see if you flash already."
He keyed the mic up one last time and added, "And Walker? Stop keeping him up all night before a mission, would you?"
He left then, ignoring Chuck's blush and protests, muttering under his breath about remembering why he hated working with couples.
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