A/N: This is my first story ever. I don't own Chuck but would like to own a few reviews if you'd be kind enough to donate. Thanks.
Once again Chuck found himself sitting in Casey's apartment waiting for the mission briefing to be over. He glanced down and noticed Casey's dog tags laying on the coffee table. He picked them up and examined them for lack of anything better to do. That was a mistake.
When he reached the line stating his Social Security Number he flashed. Images of Casey scrolled in front of his eyes: in special ops gear with a search dog; with a woman holding a glass of wine; shooting a huge gun out of a helicopter. When the flash was over one thing remained vivid in his mind, Casey's birthday was on Friday.
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Their mission was successful that night but when Chuck returned to his bedroom, he was tired. Casey had harassed him the whole time about anything and everything and had really gotten on his last nerve. He dropped into bed and fell asleep almost immediately, dreaming of what he could do as payback.
The next morning he went into the kitchen where Ellie and Devon were eating breakfast. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and then struck up a conversation with his sister.
"Ellie, you know our neighbor John?"
"Yeah what about him?"
"Well I found out that his birthday is this Friday and I know he has no plans. So I was wondering if maybe we should invite him to dinner or throw him a little party?"
"Chuck, how thoughtful! That's a great idea! I'll take care of everything." 'Perfect,' Chuck thought, 'Casey will hate it.'
*****TBC*****