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Kiss Me or Kill Me

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Pairing: John Casey x fem!assassin!reader

Summary: You fell in love with Casey, but left him to go back to work. Two years later, he gets an assignment to take out an assassin nearing the Intersect. You're close again, and Casey must decide whether to do his job, or give you another chance.

Warnings: mentions of assassinations and injuries, r calls Casey "Case" a few times, angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

A/N: I got the title idea from U2's Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me. Also, there is a criminal lack of Casey gifs.

“The sun’s coming up, Case,” you whisper, trailing your finger over his jawline. “You’re missing it.”

“It’ll still be there later,” he grumbles.

He turns toward you and throws a muscular arm over your waist. You chuckle at his insistence to keep you close, but you love it just as much as he does. Since the moment you ran into one another on the beach two months ago, you were drawn in. He’s impossible to forget, and you fell in love with him in a moment. You’ve been living in paradise since.

But, unfortunately, you have a life and a job back in the real world. You push the unwelcome reminder from your mind and focus on the man beside you. Leaving him will hurt, will tear a piece of your heart out and toss it into the crystal-clear blue sea outside your window. So, focusing on the here and now is the only way you can keep living.

“I’ve moved around a lot, but I’ve never been somewhere as beautiful as this,” you admit. “Do you think I’ll ever get tired of the view?”

Casey shakes his head, and as you look into his eyes, you know he’s right. You won’t forget him or this relationship, just as he won’t forget you. Despite spending every waking moment together for the past weeks, neither of you has mentioned what you do for work. It’s best that way, you think, since you’ll have to return to work soon enough anyway. Sitting beside you, Casey thinks something similar.

“Take me to the beach, Case?” you ask.

You punctuate your request with a slow kiss, and you can practically feel his ‘no’ weakening beneath you. He groans when you pull back but instructs you to get ready regardless.

“I love you,” you say as you stand.

“I love you,” he replies.

You feel his eyes on you as you walk away, and you wonder if they’ll feel different when you walk away forever.

“Ma’am? This was dropped off for you,” the waiter says as he hands you an unmarked envelope.

Three months. Your break between jobs ends abruptly as you sit across from Casey, the man you love. Ignoring your shaking hands, you lay the envelope aside and force a smile onto your face.

“Bad news?” Casey guesses.

“It’s, uh, a work thing,” you explain, unwilling and unable to lie to him.

“Where’s work?”

“Depends. I travel and go to different places based on my assignments. I’ll look at it later.”

“So, you’re leaving.”

You look around, willing yourself not to get emotional in front of so many people. The restaurant is open on the beach, but you feel trapped.

“I am,” you whisper. “Can we talk about it later, though?”

“I don’t see a point,” Casey grumbles as he stands.

He leaves money on the table to cover the bill, and you watch as he leaves. When he reaches the sand, you snatch the envelope up and run after him. You press your hand against his back as you attempt to cut him off and make him stop. It doesn’t work, and you end up pushing against his chest as you walk backward to match his steps.

“Casey, I never wanted it to end like this. I didn’t want it to end at all. That’s why I didn’t bring it up. Part of me hoped this would never come and it could just be me, you, and this island forever,” you explain.

Casey shakes his head, but his hands leap up to catch you before you can stumble over a piece of driftwood. His jaw is tense, and you hate that you’re no longer in a position to hold his cheeks and kiss him until he relaxes.

“Please don’t let it end like this,” you beg softly. “I love you, I meant that, and I still do. So… why don’t we just leave this here? This relationship stays on this island, and if, someday, we can come back, you won’t hold this against me.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” Casey replies.

“It can! It can, Case. Just tell me that you don’t hate me… please.”

“We’ll leave it on the island,” he agrees. “But you and I both know it will stay here.”

“Maybe, but it’s better than tossing it into the sea. You’ll always be my favorite boyfriend.”

Your attempt to lighten the mood works, though you only know because Casey’s fingertips pull the fabric of your outfit gently.

“I love you, Casey,” you promise again.

“I love you,” he replies. “But I wish I didn’t.”

Hours after you leave, Casey sits at the shore and stares at the horizon. His phone rings, and when General Beckman mentions a plane ticket to Los Angeles, he says goodbye to everything he has grown to love and leaves your relationship where it will rest for eternity.

2 Years Later

“Bartowski!” Big Mike yells. “Where’s John?”

“Uh, he’s on his break,” Chuck answers. “Why?”

“Nerd Herd call, need you to take him with you.”

“Take John? Why?”

“Because I said so! Find him and go!”

Chuck nods before he walks to the break room. It’s empty, as expected, so Chuck continues toward Castle. He moves down the stairs quickly but comes to a stop when he sees Casey leaning against a desk with his head down.

“Casey? You alright?” Chuck asks nervously.

“Fine,” Casey answers shortly as he stands. “What do you want?”

“Big Mike wants you to go out on a Nerd Herd call with me.”

Casey nods and gestures for Chuck to lead the way. Chuck shakes his head, though, put off by the lack of argument and grunting.

“What’s going on with you?” Chuck inquires.

“Nothing,” Casey snaps. “Just do your job and I’ll do mine.”

When Casey returns to his apartment after work, he collapses into his favorite chair and sighs. There’s a picture of a beach hanging on the wall, and he stares at it as he remembers his earlier conversation with Beckman.

“A new assignment?” Casey asks.

“An additional mission, Major Casey. The agency has located an assassin in Los Angeles. As far as our intel shows, there is no immediate threat to the Intersect, but she is closer to your operation than we would prefer,” General Beckman explains.

“Who’s the target?”

General Beckman says a name as a picture appears on the screen.

“Take her out and protect the asset, Major Casey.”

Casey can still see the picture in his mind. You look almost the same as you had on the island, minus the tan and the lovesick smile he remembers. Casey knows he should be angry with you for keeping your job a secret, but he did too. Worse, he already knows that he won’t be able to do his mission, not without a better reason than being in the same city as Chuck Bartowski.

First, though, Casey has to find you, and that’s something he is confident he can do. He tears his eyes from the picture of the beach where he last saw you to look at the files the NSA sent over. They’ve been watching you, or trying to, for weeks. You have one constant, a beach-themed restaurant at the city limits. It’s a dive, and Casey shakes his head because he knows you must love it. You were good at finding hidden gems, and for a brief, brilliant moment, he was one of those gems you held close. And then you left him, to go back to being an assassin, he realizes now. Yet, despite knowing how much blood you must have on your hands, Casey still feels something when he looks at you. Something he thought he lost long ago, even before your whirlwind romance in paradise.

“I have to go,” Casey announces. “Thanks for the hospitality.”

He rushes out of Ellie and Devon’s apartment. Beckman’s message has a location and your name, and he runs to his Crown Vic to get to you.

As he looks through his rifle scope from a building across from you, his finger hovers over the trigger. His mission would be over in a split second, yet he can’t bring himself to touch the trigger. He has options: he could lie and say you were already gone; he could do his job and kill you, or simply arrest you, let you go free… or he could approach you to talk before he makes a decision. You promised to keep loving him, and he shouldn’t remember that. Casey is trained to do his job, take the shot, and move on. But he already knows you are impossible to move on from.

Before Casey can decide what to do, you shoot. He swings his gun to find your target through his scope. He sees a man lying in a parking garage down the street.

“Nice shot,” he mumbles.

The man looks familiar, Casey thinks as he appraises your work. Recognition hits suddenly and powerfully, and Casey rushes to locate you again. Your previous spot is empty, and there’s no sign of you on the roof. You took out a Fulcrum agent and left. Simple, effective, job done. Casey has to find you again, but this time, he knows what to do when he does.

“Just tell me what I need to know,” you demand.

Your voice is muffled through the long-distance listening device. Casey watches you interrogate the Fulcrum agent, impressed by the fighting skills you demonstrated to detain him. Now, you press him for answers. You’re an assassin, and no matter how much he hates Fulcrum, Casey can’t let you kill this man. You lean over the man, laying your hand on the back of the chair he is tied to, and ask him again to answer your question. He shakes his head and the hand closest to you flinches. With a shrug, you step back from the man and slide your hand into your pocket.

Casey aims his rifle and exhales deeply as he depresses the trigger. A small puff of dust and debris explodes from the brick wall when the bullet makes impact. Casey doesn’t see it, however, as he lowers his hands and drops his head away from the scope.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before someone lays a hand on his back. In any other moment, he would turn and begin fighting, but he recognizes the touch, even after years apart.

“We need to go,” you urge.

Casey doesn’t speak, but he gathers his things and follows you. Something he should have done before.

In a safe house deep in the Angeles National Forest, you sit on the foot of a bed and look up at Casey. Neither of you has spoken, but Casey’s pacing leads you to remain silent.

He stops and looks away from you to say, “You’re an assassin.”

“I am,” you admit. “And you’re…”

“NSA,” he grunts. “I’ve been protecting an asset here in LA. You got too close.”

“Fulcrum is targeting your asset,” you say, leaning back against your hands. “I was hired to trace them and take out their leader, but it’s a pyramid scheme of conspiracy theories. Supercomputers, no clear leader… But they’re dangerous, and when I heard chatter about the ‘Intersect’ in Los Angeles, I knew this was where I needed to be.” You pause and evaluate Casey’s rigid body language before you add, “I didn’t expect to run into my favorite boyfriend again.”

“How long have you been an assassin?” he asks, rather than acknowledge your comment.

You know what he’s really asking, Is that why you left me? “A while. I went to Amsterdam for a job after the island. Fulcrum’s kept me busy since then.”

Casey nods and reaches for his phone.

“You’re turning me in?” you ask softly.

“No.”

His one-word answers make you smile. You missed everything about him but the way he communicates is special. Though you doubt you’ll ever hear him say the three words he said last time you were together again, he tells you plenty without monologuing.

“Then… Casey, is there any chance we could, you know, finish what we started on the island?”

“You don’t even know me,” he argues. “I was sent to kill you.”

“So, no. Got it. In which case, maybe you should call your-“

“I didn’t say no,” Casey interrupts.

“You have to do something!” you point out, raising your hands as you sit up.

“The CIA will likely be interested in someone with your skill set. Given that you’re open to doing things for government pay,” he mumbles the last part, but you catch it and smile.

“If I say yes to that, will you say yes to my offer?” you ask as you stand.

Casey huffs quietly. He can’t deny you, even if he wanted to. If he can’t convince you to start working with the law, for the same reasons as before, then he’ll be putting a target on your back. The NSA will send someone who will do the job without a second thought. You slide a paper out of your pocket and into his as he thinks. Intel, he assumes, from the Fulcrum agent you questioned.

“So, was it worth it?”

You lay your hands on his chest as you ask, but his mind races with questions about how it will work. Being with you on this side of paradise will be hard, but not impossible.

“What? Leaving?” Casey questions.

“No,” you tilt your face, prepared to kiss him regardless of his answer. “Taking a shot at me.”

“I wasn’t aiming at you.”

“I am.”

You kiss Casey, and the safehouse around you disappears as you return to paradise. Being in his arms takes you back to the island, and you will never walk away again. Casey won’t let you, he decides as he pulls you closer. The relationship you left on the island waited within both of you, and you kept your promise to keep loving him. Even if that means leaving the private assassin business to work for less pay, because you get to stay close to Casey. If that’s even his real name.

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cl3rks · 19 hours

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Pairing: John Casey x fem!NSA!reader

Summary: You go undercover as the Intersect and get injured. Casey does everything he can to find you, then stands guard outside your hospital room as you heal.

Warnings: abduction and torture (not graphic), angst, fluff, soft Casey!!! Casey and r live together as part of their cover

Word Count: 3.0k+ words

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With your back to the doorway, you don’t see Casey walk into the kitchen. You don’t need to, though, because you have a special skill about knowing where he is at all times. Since you joined the Intersect project and moved into his apartment in Echo Park, you’ve honed that skill, and now you can find him in your sleep. If that wasn’t completely unprofessional or was something you would even consider doing, of course.

“Good morning,” you greet when he walks into the kitchen behind you.

Casey grunts in reply and you smile to yourself.

“What time is it?” he grumbles.

“Beckman said we have to be at the Buy More when it opens. Something about the government of Croatia or Czechia… Congo?”

“Did you listen to her at all?” Casey questions. “Past the letter C?”

“It was like one a.m.; my ears don’t work that early.”

Casey growls quickly before he steps around you. His hand presses gently against your back as he reaches over your head.

“Chad,” you remember as Casey withdraws his hand. “A few members of the National Transitional Council found out about the Intersect. And they want it.”

“So, we have to stick closer to Chuck than Morgan does. Fantastic.”

“Casey, listen. Chad is… those people are still suffering from the dissolution of the Assembly. The political violence should be their biggest concern, so if they’re willing to ignore their human rights issues and come to the States for a computer full of secrets, they intend on getting it.”

“I know. But we have a job to do, so focus,” Casey demands. “What’s the plan?”

“Your call, Major Casey,” you reply.

He rolls his eyes at your playful smile, but you’re sure he knows you mean it. You trust him with your life, and because he outranks you, you know he will come up with a plan that will keep Chuck and the Intersect safe.

“I think the most important decision you have to make…” You pause to push yourself up to sit on the counter. You lean toward Casey and drop your voice to finish, “Why am I, your lovely girlfriend, going to be at the Buy More all day?”

“I’ll figure something out,” Casey grumbles.

“Sir, yes, sir,” you say.

You salute Casey as you jump off of the counter. Thinking about Casey will distract you from the mission and the Intersect, and even though you’re becoming an expert in ignoring your feelings, spending the entire day at his side may change that.

“Hi, Chuck,” you call.

Chuck jumps as he closes the door of the Nerd Herd car. He turns quickly, wide-eyed as he raises his hands toward you.

“Stop acting like Casey,” he demands.

“We’re NSA agents, Chuck, we’re trained to act like this. Listen, I have good news and bad news, what do you want to hear first?”

“Depends,” Chuck answers slowly. “Does the bad news involve a windowless bunker?”

“No. More like a 38% chance of death.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s so much better. Why would you tell me that?!”

“Someone is looking for the Intersect, and they’re not going to stop until they find it, Chuck. Casey and I will be with you 24/7 until we can get more information,” you explain. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

“So, you hang out with your boyfriend to stay close, and he follows me into the bathroom,” Chuck deadpans. “Great.”

“Chuck, I know it’s hard, but you have to trust us. If you have to make jokes to make this better, do it, but you are in real danger. We’re doing everything we can to keep these people away from you.”

“I do need to make jokes,” Chuck agrees. “If the situation calls for it, would you kiss Casey?”

You smile and pass Chuck a water bottle with a panic button on it. He flips the bottle to look at the button as you walk past him. When you hear him step behind you, you answer his joking question with a serious answer.

“In a heartbeat, Bartowski,” you admit.

“Chuck, can I borrow Casey?” you ask, glancing over your shoulder.

“Not unless you can guarantee that there aren’t any snipers on the roof of the Large Mart,” Chuck replies.

“A Chadian war general just checked into the CitizenM,” you tell Casey. “And my source tells me that he was asking where to get the best computer help in Burbank.”

“We need to get Chuck out of here,” Casey says.

“And then what? Let him come in here and find nothing? He won’t hesitate to kill everyone in here, but if he’s a member of what’s left of the Chadian government, our people can’t touch him!”

“We’re here to protect Chuck,” Casey reminds lowly.

“Which just delays our fight. So, let’s give this guy the Intersect.”

“Whoa! What?” Chuck exclaims. “I know I can be hard to protect, but that’s a bit extreme.”

“Absolutely not,” Casey grumbles.

“We don’t have another option,” you argue. “I can do this.”

“I’m telling you no.”

“Don’t pull rank, Casey. You know that it’s our best bet. We need intel and to keep Chuck safe, sending me in does both.”

Casey clenches his jaw and looks over your shoulder. He’s considering it, but if he says no again, you’ll have to listen. No matter how much you believe that you can do this, go undercover, and get what you need, Casey is still your superior and has the final say.

“Fine,” he answers. “But you’re not going alone.”

“What about me?” Chuck asks. “If you’re both going crazy, what happens to me?”

“You go underground with Sarah until this is over,” Casey answers. “Now.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Chuck rambles as he gathers his things.

“Chuck,” you call after him. “Behave.”

“Underground, unsupervised with a beautiful woman,” he says, pretending to ponder his situation.

“Woman with a gun,” Casey reminds him. “Don’t make me mad before I get back.”

Chuck salutes Casey before he rounds the corner, and you struggle to hold your laugh in. You taught him that, knowing that Casey hates it, but it’s funnier to watch than you expected. Casey grumbles as he walks you out of the Buy More.

“There’s not a better option here,” you say softly.

“I know. But if anything happens to you, it’s on me,” Casey replies.

You knock on the door of the target’s hotel room and hold your breath. Casey is just down the hall, but there’s still a moment where everything could go wrong. When the door before you opens, the one behind you opens as well. Simultaneously, a large group of men exit the elevator, directly between you and Casey. You’re trapped in the center of an ambush, and they seem to think you’re the Intersect. Exactly as planned.

“Hi,” you say toward the man from General Beckman’s file. “I’m-“

“Property of the government of Chad. Get her ready,” he commands.

The men around you close in, and you resist the urge to fight them. It’ll only make this worse for you, but even though you know that the idea of being taken like this bothers you. Casey is on the other side of the hallway, with no chance of getting through to you, so you accept your fate and let them bind your hands and legs with no more than pleas you hope sound scared and desperate. They’re the ones who should be scared, you remind yourself. –

“Move!” Casey demands as he storms into Castle.

“What happened?” Sarah asks.

“They fell for it. The Intersect has been abducted,” Casey answers quickly. “Alert Beckman so I can get back out there and find her.”

“Let me help,” Chuck says.

“Absolutely not.”

“He can find her, Casey,” Sarah adds. “If anyone has a chance of knowing where this guy would take her, it’s Chuck.”

“No, it’s the Intersect!” Casey snaps. “And that’s the reason she’s probably in some abandoned warehouse or underground shelter being tortured for intel she doesn’t have!”

“Then let me fix it,” Chuck responds. “Please.”

“Fine.”

Casey turns the computer to show Chuck a picture of the man who took you. He flashes instantly, and Casey tilts his head to the side as he waits for answers. You need to be found before it’s too late, and Casey will never let you talk him into doing something like this again.

“Jel Akiloye, a member of the National Transitional Council of Chad and responsible for over 200 human rights-related deaths,” Chuck says. “Recently purchased property in Echo Park through a multi-national corporation with ties to the U.S. and Africa. And he’s planning to get information from the Intersect and then wipe it. Or, in this case…” “Eliminate,” Casey finishes. “Where in Echo Park?”

“That’s complicated. I’ll drive!” Chuck calls as he takes Casey’s keys from the desk.

“How does this Intersect work?” Jel asks as he circles you.

“It, uh, was originally supposed to be a computer. The trial to see if the data could be uploaded into a human mind wasn’t supposed to happen, but wrong place, wrong time. Now the secrets are in my head and the computer was destroyed,” you ramble.

“Tell me where it is.”

“Where what is?”

You inhale sharply as he slaps his open palm across your cheek. His rings cause your skin to sting long after he withdraws his hand.

“What your people stole,” he answers. “Where is it?”

“That’s not how it works. I don’t just know everything,” you explain. He raises a large piece of rubber, and you yell, “Wait, wait! I need to hear a name or see a picture, and then it just kind of runs through my mind. Like an open computer file.”

He looks past you and nods. A few seconds later, a sharp prod is pressed against your side. A motivation to tell the truth and a punishment if you don’t, presumably.

“Ringdell,” Jel says. “Where is it?”

“Ringdell?” you repeat.

You press your lips together to keep yourself from laughing, but a chuckle breaks through anyway.

“Ringdell is somewhere between Rivendell and the fires of Mordor if I had to guess.”

Jel steps toward you and pulls your restraints harshly. Your chair tips forward, and you try to lean back as he pulls you so you’re face-to-face.

“I will get answers if I have to pry them from your unresponsive brain,” he threatens darkly.

You resist the urge to tell him that’s not how brains work, but before you can open your mouth to speak, the prod presses harder against you, and you tense as the point breaks past your skin.

“Do your worst,” you whisper.

Jel nods over your shoulder and you bite down on the inside of your cheek rather than giving him the satisfaction of hearing you scream.

You wake harshly when someone lays their hands on either side of your head. Everything hurts and your brain desperately wants to let go, but you force yourself to open your eyes. As you raise your head and shoulders off the concrete, prepared to fight, your vision blurs as your head spins.

“Easy, hey,” Casey says, holding your head still. “Stop.”

You exhale and stop fighting against his hold. He slides his right hand behind your head before you drop it to the floor.

“Stay awake,” Casey demands.

“Can’t,” you mumble. “How’d you find me?”

“Chuck helped.”

“Too bad the Intersect taught him kung-fu instead of reconstructive surgery.”

“Don’t move your head,” Casey says. “This is going to hurt. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“You-“

Casey lifts you from the ground, and, in his arms, you’re finally safe enough to stop fighting and relax.

An incessant beeping and a sharp poke to your arm force you to wake again. When you see Ellie standing beside you and reading from a clipboard as a nurse inserts a new IV into your arm, you realize that you’re in the hospital. If Casey brought you here instead of patching you up himself, it must have been bad.

“Hey,” Ellie says softly when she sees your eyes are open. “How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” you answer.

“I can imagine. The police are talking to Casey, but I’ll send him in as soon as he’s done. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will. Thanks, Ellie.”

She walks out and the nurse follows her. Alone in the hospital room, you look down to see all of the injuries littering your body. Some you remember experiencing the initial pain of, others must have been inflicted while you were unconscious, and you’re sure there are even more that you can’t see.

You look away from the bandages covering your right arm and reposition the blanket. Someone moves outside the door, and you lean forward to see who it is.

“Casey,” you call.

He steps inside with his brows furrowed until he sees you awake and leaning forward uncomfortably.

“You brought me to the hospital. Why?”

“It was the only option. I told the ER staff that it was a mugging gone wrong. Beckman helped us cover it with local police,” Casey informs. “What do you remember?”

“A lot of questions, mostly. Pain, and then you were there.”

Casey’s nostrils flare as he nods.

“What?” you press.

“You were alone when I got there. We have no idea where Jel or his men went.”

“Is that why you’re standing outside like a bodyguard?”

You smile at Casey, and his shoulders drop slightly. If they still think you’re the Intersect, nothing will keep them from coming back to seek more answers. Your side begins to ache, and you shift awkwardly to ease the dull pain spreading throughout your body.

Casey walks to your side and lays his hand on your upper back. He tilts his head toward the wall behind you, and you lean against his hand as he lowers you gently. You know that Casey cares about you, he’s a good partner, but the concern in his eyes and the soft, caring touches are new.

“You thanked me when I found you,” Casey says. “Why?”

“For finding me,” you reply. You furrow your brows, wondering what else you could have been thanking him for. “They would have killed me eventually.”

“It’s my job.”

“You and I both know I could’ve been written off as a casualty of the mission. Instead of staying with the real Intersect, you saved me and brought me here. So, I thanked you.”

Casey nods once and walks back to the door. He stands with his hands clasped behind him, his guard up as he protects you from seen and unseen threats. You watch him and ask yourself if there’s more to his actions than the job. It’s never been part of his mission to care about you like this, just to keep Chuck safe, yet here he is, miles from Chuck to stand by your side and protect you.

“Casey,” you call again.

He steps back inside, and you smile at his concerned frown.

“Don’t you need to get back to the Buy More?”

“Sarah is with Chuck. Nothing to worry about,” Casey answers.

“And you’re playing bodyguard instead of a local cop because?”

“I’m not standing guard. I’m answering your questions.”

Casey turns on his heel to return to his previous position and you sit up quickly to stop him. You gasp when the ache in your hip suddenly shoots up to your ribs and down your thigh. As you close your eyes to breathe through the pain, Casey moves to your side and grips the blanket covering you.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you answer.

You push the blanket away and tug your hospital gown down before you swing your legs over the side of the bed. Casey raises a hand to stop you, but you stand before he can. When your feet hit the tile floor, you hear the audible pop of your joint snapping back into place. You raise your knee and feel a tendon roll, but the pain dissipates nearly immediately.

“Ow,” you breathe out before chuckling.

“Are you okay?” Casey inquires.

“Much better now. You would’ve caught that, by the way.”

“But I couldn’t have gotten the broken cattle prod tip out of your side without causing permanent muscle damage.”

You shrug before you sit on the edge of the bed. Casey taps his knuckles against your arm as he stands to his full height.

“I think a hug would help me heal faster than playing bodyguard in a crowded hospital,” you muse.

“I’ll call Ellie, then,” Casey replies drily.

“So, you’ll save my life but won’t hug me. I see how it is.”

Casey looks down at his phone and grunts.

“I have to get back to the Buy More. Another agent will be outside,” he tells you.

“I don’t need a-“

“No arguing. I’m in charge and you need someone here with you.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

“If you need anything, call me,” he adds. “Anything at all. I’ll be back later tonight to make sure everything is okay.”

Your brows raise at his unfiltered care, and you agree. “I’ll call.”

Casey nods once and exits your room to brief the NSA agent waiting in the hall. You watch through the window as Casey leaves and begin counting down the minutes until he comes back. When Casey touched you and expressed that he cared about you, your pain numbed. If you didn’t see him as more than a partner before, you certainly do now.

The new guard takes his place without introducing himself, following Casey’s instructions to the T. As he watches everyone coming and going, you wonder if you’d be able to sneak past him to go home. Living in the same apartment as Casey has been vital to your cover, but now you think it may also be the best place to heal quickly. Your phone buzzes as you create a plan to get past your security detail without raising suspicion.

The text from Casey makes you laugh: Don’t sneak out.

He knows you well, which doesn’t help your racing thoughts about him. When he gets back, maybe you’ll appeal to the soft, caring side he showed earlier and convince him to take you home. Or at least give you that hug you asked for earlier.

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