TM #248 - Would you make a good spy? Why or why not?

[nerdherdchuck]

Um...probably not.

[Locked to those who know of his secret life]

So...after Casey said good-bye to Ilsa, I tried to be nice. I mean, the girl he thought was dead and nearly was killed...was leaving him yet again for points unknown, taking on another mission.

I offered that I'd be his friend and wouldn't go anywhere. (Casey responded by tossing me to the ground.)

And me, being...well, either an idiot or an overly nice guy, I got up, dusted myself off and knocked on Casey's door.

He opened it and greeted me with a glare. "What do you want?" he growled at me.

"So," I began. "I know you're upse-"

"Get lost," Casey growled, beginning to close the door.

I quickly rambled, "All right...fine. But I just thought, you know, you maybe-"

The door slammed shut.

"...needed someone to talk to," I finished, staring at the door. I waited for a moment, wondering if Casey would come back. But the door didn't open, so I turned and started to walk away. As I did, I heard the door open again.

"Fine, get in here," Casey grunted.

I turned back and entered Casey's apartment. He closed the door behind me.

"You don't give up, do you?" he said as he glared at me a bit.

"I just thought-" I began but before I could say anything else, Casey interrupted with, "Can I ask you something?"

I shrugged a bit and replied, "Sure."

"What were you doing when Ilsa and I were talking to each other? Were you trying to spy on us?"

"Me? Well...I...was just happy....for you two. I thought, maybe, you know..."

Casey gave me another glare.

"Okay, maybe a little," I confessed.

"You were doing a lousy job. Even Ilsa commented you weren't much of a spy."

I sighed. "Oh thanks. I try to be nice and...I mean...c'mon. I'm sorry I'm not a kickass field agent. I never got any training or anything and I'm unarmed and-"

Casey laughed. "You with a gun? That would be comical."

I folded my arms.

"Your fighting skills leave a lot to be desired since you have none whatsoever."

"I didn't ask to become The Intersect," I muttered.

"No, you didn't."

"And now I'm going on these missions not really knowing what to do and-" I stopped and then asked, "Think I might get some training someday? I mean...eventually...I should learn how to defend myself...at least a little, right?"

Casey blinked. "I think you're a lost cause for becoming a field agent."

I put my hand on the doorknob. "You know what...if all you're going to do is insult me-"

"You invited yourself over. But you did do one thing right."

"What's that?"

"You were trying to cheer me up, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, you asking about being a real spy someday did make me laugh," Casey replied with a smirk.

I frowned and shook my head. Then I left Casey's apartment. [/unlocked]

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 489

Comments

ooc

[vote4nathan.livejournal.com]

This is very good! Nice job.

Re: ooc

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much. :)

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*Throws his hands up.* Typical Casey. You try to be nice and he makes fun of you. *sighs* He needs his Ilsa back.

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

I know. But I guess I shouldn't have been shocked by that. I mean...this is Casey we're talking about...

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

I know, but I wish he could be nicer.

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

Me too, buddy. Me too.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

But, then, I suppose, he would not really be Casey if he was.

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

Not Casey as we know him, at least...

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

But perhaps a better Casey?

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

One who is better to us anyway!

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

That would be greatly appreciated.

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

Definitely.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

I will be happy if he does not beat you up again.

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

So will I.

And hopefully he never tries to hurt you, either.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

I do not think he will try. He knows I am good with a sword and he knows that with my ability I could do it with impunity.

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

This is true. You do have that advantage.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

So, he won't hit me, but he will make fun of me.

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

Casey makes fun of just about everyone so...sadly, he probably will.

But you've already seen him do that.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Like Captain Awesome, I think we would have heart attacks if he stops.

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

Probably. *laughs*

[agentmaxwell.livejournal.com]

Don't wanna sound mean, but nah, I don't really see yah as one. Yah could be the guy with the machine in HQ givin' info to actual spy through comunicators. *grins*

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

Like some sort of analyst or something?

[agentmaxwell.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Like Jolie in "Mr and Mrs Smith", when he's tryin' to infiltrate the enemy. *winks*

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

Hmm, maybe. I'm good with computers and stuff.

[agentmaxwell.livejournal.com]

Exactly my point! Yah could be an awesome hacker.

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

But like a government hacker. One that hacks into stuff to protect people.

I mean...crashing regular people's computers is kinda mean.

[agentmaxwell.livejournal.com]

*laughs* 'Course, 'course. Only crashin' the bad guys.

Wanna know how m and the guys would get buck durin' teh war days? We'd just hack the Ozzies' bank accounts and transfer some money to ours. *winks*

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

The Ozzies'?

[agentmaxwell.livejournal.com]

Oh, righ', yah don't... Sorry.

That's my nickname for the OZ guys -"OZ" is the name of the bad dudes organization I fought. It irritated the hell out of 'em. *chuckles*

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

Oh! Well...that makes sense. That's...one way to get at the enemy.