John Casey x Reader (Chuck)

Chapter 9

When Y/N shut the door of the surveillance van, it seemed to wake both Chuck and Sarah from their half-sleep-like states. Case was, to Y/N's disappointment, wide awake when she re-entered -- sitting in the driver's seat. He started the car as soon as she was inside, driving in silence to Sarah's hotel in Los Angeles, just a few blocks from Jeannie's. Then, once Sarah made her exit, he drove back to Burbank. Chuck was asleep in the backseat, and Y/N was sitting beside him, watching Case's face as she tried to detect some sort of emotion on it.

Upon arriving at the condos, Case got out first and then opened the back doors of the van, giving Y/N time to gently shake Chuck awake. Chuck shot up, and rubbed his face vigorously before hopping out of the van, waving goodnight, and booking it into his room. Y/N hopped out soon after, waiting a moment as Case closed up the van and locked its doors.

He looked directly at her for the first time in the night, and she said, "Hey."

"Hey."

His voice and face still gave no clue into how he was feeling, and Y/N took his arm as they made their way to their condo, going through the dimly lit courtyard. Y/N's feet ached from her kitty heels, and she couldn't wait to be wearing some sweatpants.

She leaned on him as he opened the door, closing her eyes momentarily until she heard a clicking sound and the feeling of Case moving forward. She followed him inside, kicking her heels off as soon as the door was closed.

Case was already ascending the stairs, when Y/N called for him to stop. He turned with a questioning expression.

"Are we alright? I know it must've been... intense for you tonight. Having to listen to me flirt with someone else couldn't have been fun."

"You told me you weren't going anywhere, All," Casey said, with a soft expression, "It was tough, but you came home to me. Plus, we only heard your conversation up until you went into that... building."

"Well, Case, I'll always come home to you," Y/N affirmed, following him up the stairs, "Always."

***

"Suzanne" by Leonard Cohen played in her headphones as she hummed along its breeze-like melody, flipping through papers on her BuyMore desk. It was a boring mixture of sales earning reports and budgets, alongside employee profiles. She wanted to shoot herself.

She stood up and took her headphones off, slipping out of the private retreat that was her office and winding around the store to home appliances -- in search of her Case. She saw him before he saw her, as he spoke to an older gentleman about the difficulties of installing the refrigerator the two were looking at.

"BuyMore would be happy to pack it up and deliver it to your home, Sir," Case said in a monotone voice, which Y/N guessed was as close to a 'customer service' tone as he could get, "We'll even hook it up for you."

"Fine, I'll take it," The old man responded, prompting Case to lead him to check out. Y/N began stalking them, going from behind display-to-display.

"Are you the one doing the install?" The man asked Case as he handed him his credit card.

"Yes, I can even drive it out to you in an hour." Y/N smiled at Customer Service John Casey, as he led the old man through the touchpad check-out system, and took down the man's address info.

As soon as the customer began walking off, Y/N made her attack; silently sneaking up on him, she slithered two arms around his waist, leaning her head against his back.

"This better be Y/N," Case said flatly.

"Good news," She responded, turning him around and taking one of his hands, "It's me."