"You know, I didn't even know Castle had a morgue," Chuck said. He followed Sarah into what he had always thought was a closet, but turned out to be a set of stairs leading to the morgue.

"Well, we've never really used it before," Sarah told him. "It just sort of came with the place."

"What, morgues are standard issue for C.I.A. bases?" he asked. She shrugged in assent and he shuddered. "I don't know if I'm comfortable with that. Besides, you know how I feel about dead people. Why do I have to come look at the guy?"

"Because we have no idea who he is or what he was doing where we found him," Casey said suddenly, appearing from nowhere behind Chuck and making him jump. "Time for you to earn your keep."

"We're hoping you can flash on him, Chuck," Sarah said.

"Sure," Chuck said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He bounced once on his toes as Sarah unlocked the freezer drawer the body was in. "But couldn't I just look at a picture?"

"Man up, Bartowski," Casey grunted. "It's just a stiff."

Sarah slid the drawer open. A burst of frozen mist cleared, revealing a man with dark hair and riddled with bullet holes. Chuck sighed and stepped closer, looking down at the corpse. No flashes seemed to be forthcoming, and he was about to say so when the man gasped and opened his eyes.

Sarah's eyebrows shot up into her hair, and a click behind Chuck told him that Casey's gun was now trained on the man. For his part, Chuck just stood there, having suddenly forgotten how to move. Being the closest to the 'corpse', his wide eyes were the first the man's locked on to. Chuck swallowed hard, and the man broke into a grin, cocking an eyebrow at him in what could only be described as a suggestive manner.

"Hey there," he said smoothly. "What's a pretty face like yours doing in a morgue like this?"

"Sarah, why is the dead man flirting with me?" he asked quietly, staring down in horror at the man in front of him.

The man propped himself up on his elbows. "It's not every death I get to wake up to a face as adorable as that one," he continued.

"Sarah, make him stop," Chuck said, edging around behind her.

The man's grin widened appreciatively as his eyes followed Chuck and landed on Sarah, who was now holding up her gun as well. "An adorable nerd and a sexy lady. I gotta die in California more often." He snatched one hand away from her gun and kissed it. She let out a little noise of surprise.

"Hey!" said Chuck. He and Sarah both jumped as a shot rang out and the man collapsed back onto the slab, a bullet hole in the centre of his forehead. They looked up to see Casey glaring at him.

"Casey!" Sarah said.

"What? He was supposed to be dead," Casey said, warily lowering his gun.

"But you can't just—aah!" Chuck jumped again as the man groaned beside him.

"Ow," the man said, glaring up at Casey. "What was that for?"

Casey said nothing, and for what had to be at most the second time in all the years Chuck had known him, he looked deeply unsettled.

The man turned back to Chuck and Sarah. "As I was going to say, before your friend here so rudely interrupted me…Hi. How ya doing? Captain Jack Harkness."

As the words left his mouth, Chuck felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Information poured into his brain, words like Torchwood, aliens, Cardiff, immortal…images of strange creatures, grisly death scenes (many of which featured Captain Harkness himself), space ships and black SUV's…The sheer amount of information was overwhelming, and Chuck staggered back.

"Chuck! Are you okay?" Sarah asked, jumping out to steady him. He took a deep breath to steady himself and nodded. "Did you flash?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," Chuck said, pressing a hand to the side of his head. "Big one."

"What, about the undead guy here?" Casey asked, gesturing at Jack with his gun.

"Hey!" Jack said, sitting up. "Not a zombie, first of all, and you know what? I resent that."

Casey growled at Jack and raised his gun again. Chuck reached out a hand, placing it over Casey's and forcing the gun down. "How about we stop shooting people?" he asked.

"Not that it would do much good anyway," Jack added.

"Chuck, what did you see?" asked Sarah.

"Well, let's just say that in the C.I.A. information system, this guy's got a whole filing cabinet all to himself."

"I do like to keep busy," Jack said with a smirk.

"You're not gonna like this," Chuck continued. "But the Intersect would suggest that the best way of dealing with this is just to let him get up and leave."

"What?" demanded Casey.

Chuck pointed over at Jack. "That right there? That's as much sense as he's ever going to make. And I don't think there are enough trees in Burbank for the paperwork we're gonna have if we keep him around."

"So we're just supposed to let him walk out of here?" asked Sarah.

"Yep," said Chuck, sighing and looking over at Jack. He quickly looked back up again. "Maybe get him some pants first…"