Author's Note: This is my first Chuck story. It's one of my all-time favorite shows and I adore Zachary Levi. This is an Anna POV story. I really like Anna's character and felt she had such potential. Yes, I love Chuck and Sarah but I'm a chronic multi-shipper. I wondered what a Chuck and Anna pairing would look like. I'm very surprised no one else has thought about this pairing (?) The whole gang is there and there's some twists and turns and action and a healthy dose of naughtiness and stuff. So… Introducing Channa (Wutowski?)

The Timeline is just after the Season One Finale.

Of course, any reviews/feedback/marriage proposals/spy-mission offers are greatly appreciated…

CHUCK VS. THE MONKEY PANTS

PART ONE

How strange it is, to be having this conversation. This is a man I used to be in love with not too long ago. I normally didn't talk to Morgan outside of work-related situations. So he had been surprised when I called him last night. Even after what he had put me through, I could still see why I liked him in the first place. He had that man-boy quality that had set off my nurturing instincts. He was funny and adventurous. But the excitement ended almost as fast as it had started.

I asked him to meet me and, over an extra-large sausage and pepperoni with extra cheese, we talked.

"So I wanted to tell you that you were right about the whole Chuck thing. What happened between us shouldn't change how I treat him," I told him.

"So you agree with me? I stand by what I said," he gloated, shoving a piece of pepperoni into his mouth.

"I've been getting to know him more and I really like him. I mean how could I not with you two being so much alike? You know, tall—, uh, cool, dark and handsome," I say as sweetly as I can manage. I am trying to catch a fly with my honey.

"I knew it!" He practically shouts and points a finger at me. "You miss me don't you? It's so obvious."

Unbelievable. It takes a lot of my self-control to not shake him.

"Maybe. Whatever you think about me, I really cared about you."

His head drops and he looks like a lost kid. I suddenly feel a little sorry for him. "Anna, I actually regret what I did to be honest with you," he says.

"Well, you can make it up to me. If you really mean that."

"Of course, I mean it. I feel awful about the whole thing. So what do you want me to do?"

A FEW MONTHS EARLIER

"Anna."

"Casey."

"First of all, I have to say thank you again," Chuck said to me. "I mean, how cool was it when you...How did you know..."

"Just tell us everything you know," Casey demanded.

I was surrounded by the darkness of the home theater room with Casey and Chuck standing over me like two giants in good cop/bad cop mode. I felt like I had entered a Law and Order episode.

I deliberately spoke slowly, "Like I told Chuck, I was driving home when I realized that I didn't have my cellphone. I came back to the store because I figured it was in my locker. When I was walking toward the building I saw Chuck and that guy. When I realized that the guy was choking Chuck I hit the guy with my umbrella. That's pretty much it."

Casey looked at my petite frame and didn't seem totally convinced.

"Actually, I have seen him before," I continued. "I've been calling him Weird Hat Guy."

"Now we're getting somewhere," Casey said.

"Where did you see him?" Chuck asked.

"I noticed him because he wore the same kind of hat my ex used to wear. And anyone who shares the same fashion sense as my ex deserves to be put under suspicion. If I ever see him again he might get an umbrella to the knees and to his b—."

"Where did you see him?" Casey said impatiently.

"Here. He's been coming into the store every day this week."

"So you know what he looks like? Did you ever talk to him? Did you hear anything that might help us?" Casey asked.

"No – I wasn't going to talk to that freak. And tonight everything happened so fast..."

"Okay, I think we're done here. She's told us all that she knows," Chuck said to Casey.

"It would be good if we could wrap this up. I have a very romantic dinner with Morgan planned tonight," I said as I stood up. "Are you okay?" I asked Chuck.

"I'm good. I'm fine."

"One more thing," Casey said. "Tell me how you took him down, again."

I told him in detail how I hit the back of Weird Hat Guy's knees with my umbrella and then whacked him on the head, a few times, when he hit the ground.

"I'm small but very powerful," I concluded.

"Indeed. Pretty impressive," Casey said.

I took a bow. "You're just lucky it rained today," I told Chuck before the police came in and I had to repeat my story again.

Chuck's groggy voice answered the phone. I must have woken him up, even though it was only 9pm—on a Friday.

"Hey, Chuck. I'm sorry to wake you. I was actually looking for Morgan?"

"Morgan?" He said, roaring a big yawn into my ear. "Who is this?"

"It's Anna. Just how many girls are calling there for him?"

"Anna! No, no other girls...just you. Only you. His one and only. Sorry, I fell asleep after work..." I heard movement and what I swore was Morgan's voice whispering in the background.

"...He's not here."

"Really?"

"He's not here right now."

I was feeling anxious. The romantic night I had planned had failed. Morgan had cancelled on me, after already being two hours late. Usually I could count on seeing him at work, but I had taken a few days off. And he hadn't returned my calls. So I called the one person who would definitely know where to find him¬¬¬¬—Chuck.

"Look, when he comes back can you tell him to call me? Tell him if he doesn't, there will be consequences. Like no more Lucy Liu role-playing games. And I really mean it this time."

"Lucy Liu, huh? Are we talking Charlie's Angels or Payback?" Chuck babbled on in that rapid-fire way he does when he's nervous and/or hiding something from his best friend's girlfriend. "I'm partial to Ally McBeal Lucy Liu myself. Not that I've ever seen an episode of Ally McBeal...And I probably shouldn't be having this conversation with you."

"Well, anyway. Thanks. Could you just have Morgan call me, please?"

My efforts had been in vain since Morgan never called and never showed up for dinner. Why exactly was I chasing after this idiot? Love so truly sucks.

That night I had the weirdest dream. I walk into the store and customers start pointing at me and whispering. Then suddenly I'm aware that I'm just in my underwear. It was the classic "I showed up for work in my underwear" dream. Suddenly, I'm totally naked. I spot Lester and Jeff recording the whole thing and I'm on all the television screens around the store. I try to run for cover behind the Nerd Herd desk. But I have company. Chuck was there, sitting on the floor and wearing a cop uniform. He asks me: "What about Bob?" and before I could say anything he pulls me in and starts kissing me. A slow, sensual, scorching hot kiss that makes me forget the chaos around us. When I open my eyes we are sitting on a table in a grassy field with a white birthday cake between us a la the movie Sixteen Candles. I am now wearing a Dodgers uniform and Chuck is wearing a kilt, and he's shirtless. Then Morgan appears out of nowhere with a bullhorn and starts directing us like we're on a movie set. Chuck hands me a plate with a slice of the cake on it. Then we proceed to do things with that cake that I'm sure Samantha and Jake Ryan would have never thought of.

When I woke up I had to convince myself that I hadn't had a night of good sex with Chuck. While Morgan watched. It seemed that real. The hell? I didn't know what the dream was about. But it did make me want cake, oddly enough.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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