Chuck’s not listening to anything that’s going on at the briefing. Beckman may as well be singing ‘Don’t Bite It’ while humping the desk for all the notice he’s been taking. All he can think of is Sarah Walker and her gorgeous face and sexy body. God, he misses catching a glimpse of those black panties as she kicked bad guy butt in her Weinerlicious uniform, but things have moved on since then. Sarah’s Agent Orange now and she’s no longer sending him imaginary signals. No. She’s using words about relationships. Okay, she was doing that up until the new Intersect was trojanned and since then it’s been business as usual, but, as far as Chuck’s concerned, this still means progress.
“Crap!”
What? That’s annoying. It stops him from thinking about Mexico and Sarah in a bikini. Sarah out of a bikini. Him wearing the biki… No! Not this early on in a wannabe relationship.
Turning his head he looks at Casey, wondering what’s got the big guy’s dander up this time.
The NSA man shrugs and that tanned skin turns an attractive shade of pink. “The guy hates me. Was my supervisor in operative training.”
This Roan dude must be a seriously big deal because Chuck knows for a fact that blushing isn’t something big, mean agents are prone to doing. Casey’s looking extra shifty, his face reddening to an even deeper shade, and there’s something about those beady eyes which seems different to normal. They’re darker. Casey’s flushed and his pupils are dilated! He must be on drugs.
“Fucked me twice.”
Chuck spins around and he knows his eyes are doing that big, staring thing. “What did you say?” he asks, his jaw dropping to the floor.
“Said he flunked me twice, moron. Go get your ears syringed.”
DONE