The Life of a Spy: A Chuck Fanfiction

Chapter 24

It turned out that the tiger had trashed Ellie and Awesome's apartment. To add to our problems, I got a call from Ellie saying that they were coming home early because Devon had malaria. I had to call in a team to get the place fixed up and back in its original condition in time for them to come home. We just barely got done in time.

Over the last couple of weeks, I noticed that Casey was leaving work or home around the same time of day. I didn't say anything about it, but after a solid week and a half of him disappearing to god knows where, I followed him. He was sneaking off to a pie shop. When I got there, I saw Alex in the window and walked away. He was seeing his daughter. I had no more questions on that front.

Normal life was settling down since the court martial. Devon and Ellie were back and he was on the mend. Spy life in Burbank has also been fairly quiet. I've been putting together missions and helping to quarterback some in my freetime. Recently, Diane has pulled me off of that to help her prep for a conference where she would have to defend the Intersect Project. I was supposed to keep that to myself.

One night, John and I were woken out of a dead sleep by a loud banging on the front door. "What the hell is that?" I mumbled.

"I don't know," Casey growled.

We got up and put on our robes (handguns in the pockets) and answered the door. It was Sarah and Chuck. "What the fuck, Chuck?" I asked.

"You know my sleep is very dear to me," John threatened.

"We need to call Beckman now. There's a emergency!" Chuck babbled.

"What kind of emergency?" I asked as I started setting up the link to Beckman.

He started babbling on about the leader of Zamibia. He only shut up when the video feed to Beckman came on. She was standing in her kitchen, also in a robe, and not looking very pleased about any of this. Chuck started babbling to Beckman about some danger that he had forseen.

"Did you flash on something?" she asked.

"No, but my dream!" Chuck replied.

"General, permission to slap the idiot. He had a bad dream," John interrupted.

"Does this mean we can all go back to bed now?" I asked. No one dared to mention the man who walked behind her to dig around in her fridge.

"Chuck, I'm assigning you to see a CIA psychiatrist," Beckman replied just before terminating the feed.

"Get out," I groaned.

Once they were gone, I closed and locked the door. "I swear he's going crazy, John," I mumbled as I crawled back into bed and curled into his side. "Maybe the Intersect is frying his brain slowly," I yawned.

"It's not out of the realm of possibility," he replied.

Later the next day, Casey came down to Castle while I working. "I saw Chuck leaving in tux. I'm guessing he and Walker have some sort of fancy date night tonight," he said, sitting down next to me.

"Good for them," I replied, finishing the last of my paperwork that I was working on for Beckman.

"Does it bug you that we don't do that anymore?" John asked.

I looked up, a little confused, "No. That's not really who we are. Also, look at where we are in our relationship versus where they are. They're just getting past the honeymoon phase. We're well into our relationship. Does it bug you that we don't have fancy date nights anymore?" I asked.

He shrugged, "It's fun every now and then."

I smiled, "John Casey, do you want to get dressed up and go on a date with me?"