#casey malick

CHAOS || 1x01 "Pilot"

CHAOS || 1x01 "Pilot"

CHAOS || 1x01

Casey paced back and forth in front of his desk. It was late, too late to still be in the damn building; but unfortunately, he couldn't leave yet. The object of his angst sat on his desk. He stopped pacing and turned to glare at the thing that holding him back; the thing was making him waste valuable time and energy.

The presence at the doorway made him turn. She didn't speak; just went straight to the desk, placing her clipboard and files down. He looked her over; sharp eyes taking in details that most people would have missed. She was wearing royal blue today; the colour that worked best with her dark hair and eyes. The dark pants were standard issue, but what wasn't was the equipment that stuck out of every possible pocket space.

“What did they do to you? Poor baby.” She muttered running her hands over the broken machine; her fingers found the dents, cracks, and general misuse the portable computer had suffered. The silver necklace slipped free from the confines of her shirt and dangled over the air.

“Are you going to fix or pet it?” Casey asked with his usual charm.

The tech - Kennedy Flynn - didn't look up at him. “Computers are to be respected, Agent. Obviously, you've been neglecting this one.” She replied without any malice. She sighed as she replaced the computer on the desk gently. “I'd ask, but...”

“Classified.” Casey replied shortly before she could finish.

Kennedy nodded. “Of course.” She turned back to the machine. Her delicate fingers found the single bullet hole that had been the last straw to put the machine out of it's misery. She pulled something from her pocket and then reached inside the hole. She withdrew the bullet that had lodged itself inside the computer's innards with a pair of tweezers and held it out towards him.

Casey held out his hand and she dropped the metal into the palm of his hand. He looked up at her, finding that she had almost invaded his personal space. “Souvenir.” She told him quietly before turning around, back to the desk.

He closed his fist around the bullet, feeling the smooth edges and moved closer to Kennedy. She didn't flinch at his presence behind her. “I might be able to fix it.” She replied to his wordless question. She was unscrewing the base of the computer now with a quick gestures that spoke of many hours of practice. “If your hardware is intact then it's just a matter of getting a new body.”

“How long?” Casey asked shortly.

“A week, maybe longer.” She replied still not looking up at him. He looked at her intently and this time she did look up. “Ok, four days.” She admitted. Casey nodded, pleased she was going to be quick. She gave him a small smile of respect, knowing that he had was testing the limits of her skills.

She turned back to her work and deftly removed the cover of the machine and carefully pulled out a piece of the computer's innards. It was intact; with a tiny bit of damage in the left-hand corner. She grinned at the sight of the pristine little machine. “Perfect.”

She replaced the screwdriver into her back pocket and then reached towards her clipboard, holding it and a pen that had magically appeared in her hand towards him. “I need your signature.”

Casey took the pen and scribbled his usual scrawl at the bottom of the page. He noted that she had already taken the liberty of filling out of the rest of the form for him. He handed the pen back to her. “Is forging an agent's handwriting part of technical training, Flynn? People get thrown into jail for less.”

She took the pen from his grasp. “I'll take my chances.” She retorted. She gathered up the ruined computer and the files that she had been carrying when she first came in. “We really have to stop meeting like this, you know.” She told him, turning back to face the older agent. Her dark eyes sparkled in jest. “People might start talking.”

“Let 'em talk.” Casey replied, placing a hand into his pocket. “Spies gossip; it's in the job description. What matters is that the people involved know the truth.”

“And what truth would that be, Agent Malick?” Kennedy asked rhetorically, already halfway out the door. The door clicked shut behind her, effectively ending the conversation.

Casey sighed quietly as he leaned back against the desk. “That Michael is going to be absolutely thrilled.” He muttered sarcastically under his breath.

Summary: Rick can’t die. Casey can’t let him.

Rick is badly injured and Casey must run a gauntlet to get the younger man to safety.

I am recommending this story because Casey’s pov is so spot on perfect that it could have been an episode on the show. Also the h/c is off the charts not only because of Rick’s injuries but also because of the memories that Casey must deal with along the way.