Ramblings by D. J. Loper (a.k.a. Tyloric) Written for the Love Challenge on LJ. â€œHey, Casey?â€ Chuck slurred. â€œWhat, Bartowski?â€ Casey growled, shifting the smaller man so the arm that was supporting the majority of Chuckâ€™s weight wouldnâ€™t fall asleep. Chuck tittered, â€œI love ya.â€ Casey sighed, â€œYouâ€™ve been drugged.â€ â€œLove love love you~â€ Chuck sang drunkenly. â€œOh, shut up.â€ The NSA agent snapped, fumbling with the keys to his apartment. â€œWhat are we doing here~? My place is over there~,â€ the nerd waved his free arm wildly in the other direction. â€œIf you think me taking you home to Ellie is this condition is something I feel like dealing with right now, youâ€™re out of your mind.â€ Chuckâ€™s frown was genuine. â€œBut sheâ€™s gonna worry!â€ â€œIâ€™ll just get Sarah to call her and tell her that you went out and got tanked and are sleeping at her place.â€ Casey explained as patiently as he was able, pushing the door to the apartment open. Chuckâ€™s brow furrowed, confused. â€œBut weâ€™re at your place.â€ â€œYes, we are.â€ â€œBut you jusâ€™ said-â€œ â€œBartowski.â€ Caseyâ€™s voice was low, even, and full of contempt. â€œHmm~?â€ Chuck asked him, grinning like an idiot. â€œShut. Up.â€ Chuck laughed loudly, â€œâ€™kay!â€ Casey just groaned, moving them both over to the couch to lay Chuck down. â€œDo you remember anything at all?â€ He groaned. â€œNeedle in the neck!â€ Chuck laughed again. â€œOkay, do you know what they gave you?â€ â€˜Be patient, John. Be patient,â€™ he thought impatiently. â€œâ€™Gonna give ya somethinâ€™ to lossen ya up, boy.â€™â€ Chuck said, imitating the voice of who ever had said it. â€œDid you see who it was?â€ He just smiled ear to ear, â€œYouâ€™ve got really pretty eyes, Casey.â€ â€œOh, for the love ofâ€”â€œ â€œAnd your muscles are nice too.â€ â€œWould you stop complimenting me? Itâ€™s downright unsettling.â€ Chuck puckered up his lips and started making kissing noises. Casey groaned and left he living room, heading for the bathroom to get a damp wash cloth. When he returned he found Chuck dozing, struggling to stay awake where he lay. The agent sighed sympathetically. â€œWhatâ€™d they do to you, Bartowski?â€ he mumbled to himself. Casey found himself going over the things Chuck had said to him, about how he â€˜lovedâ€™ him. He pushed the thoughts away, not needing the stress of what said thoughts would imply. Plus, there was no way Chuck had meant any of it. Was there?