Isabel Lane Hemingway (isabellane) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-12-14 16:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~isabel lane |
Who: Isabel and Casey
Where: The diner
What: Meeting and freaking him out
When: Backdated to last Saturday (12/7)
Rating: Low
Open: No
Status: complete/gdoc
Isabel hummed softly as she moved around the diner. It was a relatively slow day and so she was doing some cleaning. The tiny little detail cleaning that usually got ignored when it was busy. It wasn’t anything that could cause some issues with anything other than her OCD. Every table got a thorough wipe down and she even checked underneath for any dirt that she might have missed. With all the little kids showing up on the island, sticky hands could be put anywhere at any time. Being the only one in the place at that moment, she didn’t want to go back to the kitchen unless absolutely necessary so that she wouldn’t miss it if someone came in. --- He had already come to hate this island. Three people with the same names and same faces, that was just dumb. The only thing that could make this worse were Jeff’s and Lester’s presence. Casey had avoided food for a while. Just to be on the safe side, to be sure it wasn’t all just a big hallucination. His situation was still the same. He was still stuck on this island, far away from everyone he might admit caring about. As much as he hated Burbank at times, he was reluctant to imagine his life somewhere else, especially on a god forsaken island that should belong to a geeky movie - the type Grimes and Bartowski liked to watch. Reality should look different and Casey took it personally that it did not. His growling stomach had brought him to one of the few places on this island that offered proper food. It had not been General Carter’s shift at the bakery and so he had picked the diner instead. The bell rang softly as he entered. The place was tidy, everything in order. He nodded his approval. It looked like a good place for a meal. --- When the bell above the door rang, Isabel stopped humming and smiled. There was something familiar about this man’s face but she couldn’t quite place it. She just shook the thought away and walked over. Her drawl coming out a little more than usual as she spoke. “Hello there, stranger. I’m Isabel. Welcome to the diner. You wanna look at the menu or do you have a hankering for something in particular?” She made a face. When did she start sounding so country? She just laughed at herself a little bit. “Sorry, I’m not usually this southern.” She grinned. --- “Hmm,” the colonel grunted. There was something familiar about the woman. Maybe he had fought with or against her once. “The menu,” he decided. He eyed her as he took a place. Back to wall and a good view of the door. The name Isabel did not ring a bell either. --- Isabel nodded. “Yes, sir.” She said in a gruff voice before chuckling softly and going to get the menu. She was trying to figure out why he looked so familiar. She got a glass of water and a menu and headed over to his table. “Here you go. Just holler when you’re ready to order.” She smiled brightly. --- A grunt and a nod showed Casey’s appreciation. He flipped open the menu and let his eyes wander over it. The range wasn’t wide but his eyes saw fell on a few meals that were to his liking. He cleared his throat. “The fried chicken, uhm,” - he scanned the page - “with baked potatoes.” --- “That I can do.” She nodded. “It’ll take me a minute to whip it up, would you like some chips and queso to hold you until it’s ready? Or maybe some corn bread and butter?” She took the menu back and tucked it under her arm. --- Casey leaned back. “The corn bread,” he said with a nod towards her. His hunger had already become a nuisance. --- Isabel nodded and headed back to the kitchen. It took her just a moment to get the warm corn bread into a basket with a little cup of butter and a spreading knife. She then took it out to the table and set it down. “I’ll have your chicken ready in a jiff.” She smiled. “You want something other than water to drink?” --- “Thank you,” he said as the owner of the place put down the basket. “A beer, please.” He took a warm slice of bread from the basket. The smell was already beautiful. --- “One beer coming up.” Isabel nodded and then headed to the back. She got the grease heating up for the chicken before grabbing his beer and taking it out to his table. “It’s a local brew that I think you’ll like. It’s all I’ve got right now, but this place will stock up soon enough and you’ll have a wide range of choices.” She smiled. --- “When does it stock up?” he asked as he inspected the beverage in front of him. He took a sip and nodded. “It’s good,” he said and put the bottle back onto the table. Butter was spread onto the bread he had already picked up. --- “Usually for Christmas. Everything stocks up around the first week of December and stays stocked up until after New Year.” She nodded. “This place is really strange.” She chuckled and then headed back to the kitchen to start on his chicken. --- “Hmm,” he grunted. “Strange is a big understatement.” He doubted he would ever come to like this place. He ate his corn bread in silence. --- It took Isabel about ten minutes to cook up the fried chicken and the baked potatoes. She put everything on a plate and gave it a little garnish, then brought out another beer in case he needed it. She set the plate down on the table, and the beer, and smiled. “There you go, sugar. Enjoy.” She turned to leave, then turned back and looked at him. “I’m sorry but you look really familiar. It’s been bugging me since you walked in here.” --- Casey nodded his thanks as Isabel placed the dish in front of him. The beer had been good as well. It had a strange taste to it, an edge he wasn’t used to. But it was decent. Her statement surprised him and he looked at her with a frown. “Ever worked for the United States government?” Maybe they had indeed met before. --- “Can’t say that I have, no..” She tilted her head as she looked at him, then her eyes went wide. “Chuck!” She almost shouted. “God I knew you looked familiar. You’re Casey, right? Of course you are.” She sighed and shook her head. “That was seriously going to bug me until I figured it out.” --- A surprised sound escaped his lips. “You know Bartowski?” he asked. He hadn’t known that the nerd had any female friends and he had watched his every move for over two years. Their history had to go far back. He tried to remember an Isabel in his file. But besides that one relationship with the Fulcrum agent, Bartowski’s love life had been pathetic. --- Isabel shook her head. “No, not really. I mean, I know of him but I don’t know him personally. And I really only started watching the show for Matt Bomer anyway so….” She clamped her mouth shut quickly. Sometimes she really hated her addiction to television. “I’m going to go check on….something in the kitchen….” She cleared her throat and started to back away. --- The woman in front of him was talking gibberish. Matt Bomer? Show? The lines on his forehead built a deep frown. And then she started to back away and Casey narrowed his eyes. Oh no, that was not going to happen. He shook his head slowly. “Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the chair opposite his. “Who’s Matt Bomer and what has he got to do with Bartowski?” --- Isabel sighed. He really was rather intimidating. She just nodded and took a seat across from him. “Um...Matt Bomer is an actor. He….well….where I come from, you’re all on a TV show. Called Chuck. And Matt Bomer, who is absolutely dreamy.” She sighed wistfully for just a moment before clearing her throat. “He played the guy that gave Chuck the...thing. God I can’t remember what it’s called now. It’s been forever since i watched it.” She shook her head. “He put the sunglasses on and then the thing happened….” She scratched the back of her neck. --- Casey’s eyes widened. Even if you put the whole TV show crap aside (why would there be a TV show about the government’s best kept secret?), she knew things he shouldn’t know. Or did she just make it all up to get the information about of him? If so, that was well played. He had to give her that. The colonel grunted, his hand resting on his P229. “Nice try, I’m not telling you anything.” --- Isabel shook her head. “I’m not trying to get information out of you.” She thought for a moment. “The Intersect! That’s it. I knew it was in there somewhere.” She chuckled. “I stopped watching in season two, though. It got kind of weird. And Matt Bomer wasn’t in it anymore so….” She shrugged. --- The colonel’s eyes were still narrowed. So she knew about it. He let out a grunt in dismay. No one was toying with Colonel John Casey. “I don’t believe a word you are saying. And you better start telling me the truth.” --- “I am telling you the truth.” She sighed and pulled out her phone. She did a little bit of typing and then turned it to face him, with the IMDB.COM page for Chuck right there on display. “This is from where I’m from. It’s a website that has all the different TV shows and movies. Information about them and things like that. See? Right here. Chuck is a TV show.” --- Casey’s frown deepened and his mood became more irritated. More irritated than he usually was. The page looked strangely real. He scrolled down to a list of actors and actresses. Zachary Levi? Adam Baldwin? Casey let out a grunt. He chose not to believe it and pushed the phone back. “Nice try. Gotta admire your effort.” She had to be completely barmy to come up with a plan like that but she had stuck to it like a pro. --- Isabel sighed. “This is why I really need to just keep my mouth shut about this stuff.” She shook her head. “I’m really sorry if this is upsetting you or something. I don’t mean to. I just kind of can’t control myself when I start to fangirl.” She giggled. “And I just realized that you look like Jayne and I look like Kaylee.” She shook her head. “Now all we need is somebody that looks like Nathan Fillion.” She laughed. --- She was still sticking to her story and he could feel doubts creeping into his mind. She was good. Very authentic. Had to admire her persistence. And in a place like this - it wasn’t the strangest thing he’d heard. “I don’t know any Jayne, Kaylee or Nathan Fillion,” he said. --- “Oh, I know that. They’re from a different TV show altogether.” She shrugged. “I think I’m gonna go clean up the kitchen now. If you need anything, just holler, okay?” She nodded and got to her feet, sighing. Once again her fangirling had scared someone off. She had to learn to keep her mouth shut. --- Another…? Ah, she was hinting at the whole actor-thing. She wanted him to go after her so that he would ask questions. So that he would provide the knowledge for free. She was good. But he was better. He wouldn’t walk into her trap. He grunted his understanding and pulled out his own phone. Uncle Google would get a serious interrogation about this. --- Isabel stayed in the kitchen, cleaning up and putting away everything she’d used to make his dinner. After about fifteen minutes, she brought out another beer, just in case he needed it. She only smiled and then turned to go back into the kitchen to finish up. --- What Casey was seeing, did not confirm his suspicions in the way Casey had been hoping. There was too much information. No one could have made up this amount of information without the CIA’s knowledge. It could have been a virus on his phone. |