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Kitty Chapter 3 - basched
Kitty Chapter 3

Title: Chapter 3 (original ain't it?)
Characters/Pairings: Casey, Chuck/Sarah, Beckman, Annabelle (OC)
Genre: Fluff, humour
Rating: U
Summary:  It seems the little girl has stowed away, now Casey has to find out who she is.
Author's Note:  This is still dedicated to raevon0206 and I'm pleased I got this chapter done! Was getting a bit worried. Anyhows, enjoy this next rendition of my story which does have elements of Monster Inc (of a sort) in it. Much love and thanks to   kuryakingirl for the beta! Sweet!  Do enjoy folks.  

The Crown Vic pulled in to the parking lot of Echo Park and Casey placed her gently into his designated spot.  He sat in the front seat for a few moments, contemplating over the child and how different his day could have been if those agents hadn’t come and taken her away.

He felt such relief. Casey was not babysitting material, he wouldn’t have been good for the kid, so it was all for the best.

Tonight Casey was going to spend an evening with some good food and good company. Ellie Bartowski had insisted upon him coming over and he certainly wasn’t going to argue. He loved her cooking and meal times with her were a sought after experience, as was the end of the meal.

He always finished eating first, Casey made sure of it, mainly so he could watch her eat.  Eleanor Bartowski was an entrancing woman but when she chewed or savoured food, she made these sounds that sounded divine.  He could hear her now.

It sounded like…. like a child’s laughter?

“Oh no!”

The experienced Marine, the NSA agent hadn’t noticed the girl in his rear view mirror before, but she was there now, smiling and waving and stomping her shoes on his upholstery!

“NO! No! No! NO!”

The little girl was giggling excessively and pure panic soared through him. Casey turned round in the seat and made a grab for the girl, but she carried on laughing and dodged him easily.

Her scrambling feet over the seats, her high pitched elation and raspberry-like spitting had him in turmoil. Casey had faced off the world’s most deadly assassins, he had killed men and women, he had done things that no one else would dare and had been unafraid. Yet this little girl was scaring him immensely.

“Quit it! Come here!”  

She didn’t. Little girls didn’t respond to verbal commands he found.  So there was no other option. He pressed a button underneath the dash and the mini-computer terminal slid out of concealment. He inputted his code and pressed the screen.

The prisoner containment activated.  The doors locked and the sound proofing screen whipped up, separating the front from the back. Instantly the screaming stopped, which was a huge relief, but she was still jumping on the seats and smearing her fingers all over the windows.

Casey grabbed his phone and dialled for help.

Help didn’t come quickly enough as the little girl then pressed her face against the soundproof screen and began to blow raspberries on it.

“Yo! Casey! What’s so important that my date with Sarah….” Chuck’s voice trailed off as he saw the child waving to him from the back seat. “Okay, Casey… why have you arrested the little girl? Did she steal your sweeties?”

“Can it, Bartowski.” Casey got out of the car. The little girl watched him intently, with a little apprehension. “Take the kid back to your place. I need to call in and let our superiors know we have her.”


“Clean your ears out and take the girl inside, moron! She is apparently the daughter of someone very special or dangerous and we have to keep her safe until agents can retrieve her.  Take her back to your place!”

“But Casey, Sarah and I are having a date! We can’t look after her!”

“Too bad!”  Casey unlocked the back door, but paused before opening it. He took a few deep breaths and looked down at the child, who was beaming happily up at him.

“Are you going to open the door, Casey?”  Chuck asked, smiling smugly.

“I’m being cautious.”

“Er…it’s a child, not a violent criminal.”

The warning growl made Chuck step away but it didn’t stop the young Intersect agent from smirking.

Casey slowly opened the door, but the little girl was pushing back, squeaking with effort. She slipped from the Crown Vic and immediately latched onto one of Casey’s legs.

“Kitty!”  The girl rubbed her face against his calf.

There was a snort of laughter from Chuck and Casey’s threatening glare made Chuck slap his hand over his mouth to stifle any more outbursts.  So…this was all funny for him, was it? Well the girl was going to be his and Walker’s responsibility now, whilst Casey called the agents.

But the little girl wasn’t leaving him. She started laughing again and was now dancing and running in a circle around him.

“Stop!” Casey knelt down to the little girl and caught the straps on her dress, holding her in place.  The girl still squirmed, thinking it a game and he was playing. “This is Chuck Bartowski. Go with him. He will look after you whilst I call for help.”

The girl’s jovialness faded and there was that frightened and sad look in her eyes.  She shook her head and her little fingers gently touched at Casey’s knuckles, stroking over his hand and up his arm.

“Kitty.”  Her face leaned down and Casey tried not to grimace as she rubbed her cheek over his hand.

“Aw, that is so adorable! She’s adopted you!”  Chuck positively beamed when the girl kissed Casey’s knuckles and grinned with absolute adoration up at the Marine. “Now remember little one, he needs to be fed four or five times a day. He’s toilet trained but doesn’t like to be cooped up, so you have to let him out every now and then.” 

The little girl chuckled.

“Oh and he likes to be stroked and hugged. Praise him…. treat him. Tell him is a good kitty.”

“Goo kitty!” the girl patted Casey’s hand.

The Colonel’s temper was barely holding together.  

“Bartowski! You say another word and you’re in for a whole lot of hurt!”

“Well, it seems the young lady has made up her mind by going with you.” Chuck knew that Casey’s threat was empty. “I’m going back to my date!”

“The hell you are! We’re all going back to your place!”


“My apartment has sensitive equipment in it, Bartowski, government property that’s not for little…tykes to get their grubby mitts on! Move!”

Casey was pleased to see that Chuck was now taking this seriously. The cocky grin had vanished as he realised his date with Walker was now officially finished. The little girl picked up on Casey’s pleasure at that and clapped her hands as he carried her through the archway and towards the apartment.

Walker was not going to be pleased, but Casey gathered that as soon as the kid was out of their hair and put back where she came from, then they would all be happy.


Casey had been right. Sarah Walker was not pleased at all, but she agreed with Casey they needed to get this child back with her parents, or those she really needed to be with.

So both of them got a very big surprise when instead of a call back from the Agents they had contacted, Beckman herself replied on the video terminal.  The General looked extremely concerned, worry was marked all over her face.

“Agents! Do you have the girl?” asked Beckman to Casey and Walker, who were sitting in front of the view screen.

Casey did not have any luck at all keeping the child under control, for just like in the canteen and the storehouse at the Buy More, she ran rings around him. He gave up in the end, but the girl still didn’t stop running around the apartment on some kind of sugar high.  

“We do, general.” Walker replied, loudly over the ear piercing laughter of the little girl.

Chuck was running after her, he was in absolute hysterics as she had gotten hold of Chewbacca, his priceless figurine. She was scrambling under the tables and furniture, laughing and calling out with such joy that all the adults grimaced at the volume of it.

“Oh thank the heavens!” Beckman allowed a rare smile to form on her usually stern face. “She’s safe. Agent Casey, Agent Walker…. that girl is my goddaughter and the daughter to one of the NSA’s other top agents. ”

Casey had not been expecting that.

“General… we had no idea,” he said, looking over to see the tiny thing scamper over to Chuck’s DVD and CD collection. With a hefty shove, she pushed them all over, scattering them across the floor. Chuck was beside himself.

“No! Those where alphabetized!” he cried tearing at his hair.

“You were not supposed to know, Colonel.  Her name is Annabelle and very dear to me. Her grandfather and I worked together for years and the family is…” Becker shifted in her chair and there was that worried look again. “Very special. The girl’s mother is an undercover agent. I will not go into specifics about the mission, but suffice to say that the father of Annabelle is… someone very dangerous. Since her birth she has been under constant protection. I fear now with Annie showing up at the Buy More… your Buy More, that something has happened to her mother and those who were protecting her.”

“Do you want us to investigate, general?” asked Sarah, peering at Chuck trying to put his collection back into order. Beckman shook her head.

“No.  I have others already on to this. Knowing that Annabelle is in your care pleases me greatly and I want nothing more than for her to stay with you until this situation is resolved.”

“General,” Casey shook his head. “I must respectfully request that another team is assigned to look after the child. Babysitting is not my area of expertise… I would feel better heading up the investigation instead.”

“Colonel Casey, are you refusing my order?”

“No general, not at all I was just….”

“Good. I understand that this is not your usual mission, but I need you to keep her safe. Will you do this for me?”

“Of course we will, general. You can depend on us,” said Walker, smiling to reassure Beckman.  It helped, but what made Beckman even more pleased was to see Annie scrambling up onto Casey’s lap. Annie began to poke Casey on the chest with Chewbacca.

“Kitty! Play wid me!”

He didn’t respond. Casey just clenched his jaw and tried to focus on something else, but that didn’t do any good. He knew everyone—with the exception of Chuck—was looking at him and finding this damned scenario so amusing. Annie herself was looking up at him, her mouth hanging open and her eyes blinking in wonderment and hope.

“You can depend on us, general,” Casey repeated.  Annie bounded up and down on his lap with such joy and she flung her arms across Casey’s chest. They weren’t long enough to get round him so she just pressed herself hard against him.

“Kitty! Pur pur pur!”

The low rumbling growl was just what she needed and she lulled in it, before turning round and smiling at Beckman. She jumped again, her foot digging a little too close to Casey’s privates for his liking and reached a hand out towards Beckman. She obviously recognised her.

“Didan!” The fingers smeared over the screen.

“Hello darling!” Beckman smiled back. “I’m so glad to see you safe! But I need you stay with these people.”

“Wid Kitty?”

Beckman smirked and Casey didn’t like it when she nodded.

“But darling, you have to behave for Agent Casey… he’s not like the others. He’s higher in rank… a Colonel. He is a very special agent assigned to a very special little girl so you must do what he tells you. Yes?”

“Cowell Kitty!”  Annabelle jumped and flattened herself against Casey’s chest for another hug.

“That’s lovely, sweetie! Well done! Now you will stay with Casey, Walker and…”

“Chuck Bartowski!!” cried the girl, waving Chewbacca at Chuck. 

“And yes… Chuck. Stay with them, they will keep you safe from the bad people.  Your godmother and grandpa will get your mother back to you.”

“Mumma…” The girl looked tearful for a moment, afraid, and Casey feared that she was going to start crying. He didn’t realise he did it, but his arm wrapped around her and hugged her back.

“We’ll keep her safe, general,” said Walker. Beckman smiled again, so hopeful and assured that her goddaughter was in good hands. Then she cut the link. “So, we’re officially on babysitting duty. I suppose it had to happen one day. Do any of you know how to look after a little girl?”

“It doesn’t matter. Casey’s the one she wants.”  Chuck edged closer to the girl and his hand reached out, before snatching back his Chewbacca toy.

It was the wrong thing to have done.

 Annie’s eyes were swelling up with tears. Her lips were pouting and trembling and Casey could feel her whole body shaking. When her tiny figure could no longer contain all the overwhelming emotions, she loud out the loudest and wailing scream ever.

She didn’t stop either and he had to put her down off his lap.

“Bartowski! Give her back the doll!” yelled Casey, covering his ears.

“No! This is a special limited edition… mint condition… Chewbacca figurine! It is not for her to chew and drool upon! Morgan will go crazy!”

“I’m going crazy! Give her the damned doll!!”

“Chuck! Please!” begged Sarah.

The little girl’s face was now red and puffy and covered in tears and running snot. Her voice was shrilling louder and louder and to Casey’s mind he thought that shrill tone would break glass.  He then decided to act.

He snatched the Chewbacca doll from Chuck and with a palm to the Intersect’s face, he shoved him to the floor. Casey then knelt down next to the screaming Annabelle and held out Chewie.

Annie took it, chewed on it and sobbed more. It died down a little, but she was still upset.

“Hey…you’re not going to do that again…are you.” Casey didn’t really tone it as a question or nicely. Annabelle screamed, very loudly right in Casey’s face. “Oh jeez!! Walker! Make her stop!”

Walker shook her head.  “Hey don’t look at me! I didn’t do anything, it’s all you two!”

“She has ruined Chewbacca!”  Chuck’s whining voice was adding to the piercing wails of Annabelle and Casey’s ear ache.

“I don’t give a damn, Bartowski! Make her stop crying! She is damaging my brain!”

“I am supposed to be on a date! This was our night off! Why can’t you make her stop?”

Casey felt his eye begin to twitch, his hands balled into fists and Chuck looked really good for some hurt.  

The screams of the little girl got so high that it nearly drowned out the sound of the doorbell and the knocks  on the door. Casey immediately scooped up the girl in one of his arms and pulled out his gun as Walker went to the door.

Annabelle stopped crying and snuggled against Casey’s neck.

When Sarah opened the door, Casey got another shock of his life.


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freddiejoey From: freddiejoey Date: July 4th, 2012 02:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
yay for another great new chapter!!
basched From: basched Date: July 4th, 2012 09:03 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thanks freddie. :) xxx
sunshineali From: sunshineali Date: July 4th, 2012 08:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
Fun times this!
basched From: basched Date: July 4th, 2012 09:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
aye. it is! Cheers!
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basched From: basched Date: July 5th, 2012 10:34 am (UTC) (Link)
I was worried I was forgetting it, but it's okay. I did this chapter and hopefully I'll find time for the next!

Aw, thanks mate! I do try, I don't know most fancy descriptive words, but I'm pleased that it comes across any way!

I thought that the god-daughter thing would be a nice twist in the plot. Glad you liked it and the rest!!

Yeah...I have to have Jellie innit. :)
ereshai From: ereshai Date: July 5th, 2012 06:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was hysterically funny. Poor Casey.
basched From: basched Date: July 9th, 2012 05:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

Why thank you very much!!

Yeah... poor Casey, I am so mean. :)
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