A.N. I'm trying my hand at season 4.

Originally I outlined this during season 2, and then we watched 4.04 – Chuck vs the Coup d'état.

I started this, weeks before 4.04.

Honest.

Then the writers sent Chuck to Costa Gravas, and included the bikini scene (thank you for that by the way, much better than I had in mind).

This is my second attempt at a multi chapter story. Still amazed how many people read my first one. Or any of them.

This is my Chuck version of Gavin Lyall's Shooting Script (i.e. I don't have an original idea of my own).

I hope you enjoy bits of it.

I don't own Chuck et al.

1. The Mission Briefing

Chuck was lounging at the Nerd Herd desk debating the finer point of The Picard Manoeuvre with Morgan.

The new store manager was a big picture guy, but he could miss the minutia.

"But if they aim at where the Enterprise is going to be…"

"That's just it Chuck, how do they know."

"A stable warp field has a minimum….."

Lester oozed into view. "Charles, I just want to thank you. Burbank is now the smokingest, hottes …"

Jeff interrupted with "Fro Yo Ho alert."

Then one of his eyes closed and opened in a slo-mo wink for some reason. One day Chuck would have to explain to Jeff that Sarah didn't work at the Orange squared anymore. Or that the Orange Orange was now a Subway franchise. One that the Jeffster frequented.

Or had he already done that? You tend to blot out Jeff conversations.

Anyhoo….

Sarah.

As always, she picked him out in a heartbeat. Smiled, and walked straight towards him.

Chuck began to experience Sarah Mode. The Universe contracted down to just her. All else was monochrome and well, just uninteresting.

Sarah was ….. radiant. His pulse began to race. Time slowed to a crawl. And for some reason, there was this invisible wind machine blowing her blond hair seductively.

Chuck didn't know why they kept an invisible wind machine at the front of the store, but he was really grateful that it was there. It was kind of like that teen vampire film Ellie had played (again, and again, and again), her scent was his own personal Kryptonite.

Her smile grew larger as she reached him. Nerd tie to pull him in close, and her lips pressed into his, parted just ….. enough. As usual, time stopped. She was his whole world.

Eventually, something burbled out of his struggling frontal cortex. "Hi." Only about an octave higher than normal. See, he was getting better.

She was able to shut it down again by leaning in close to whisper in the most seductive breath on Earth "We have a meeting. Castle."

And she leant back to judge her effect on him.

She smiled. God she loved it when he did that. And dragged him off using the tie she still held. A shy smile for the drooling Herders.

Through the store to the staff break room. She held the door open for him with her heart stopping smile. And into the secret labyrinth that was Castle.

Chuck loved it down here. Except for General Beckman, it was about as close as he could get to being on the bridge of the starship Enterprise. Any of them.

Casey was here already. It was his Buy More day off.

The conference screen came to life. The General began "We've received chatter that Volkoff is stepping up operations in the Caribbean, using the small nation of Republica Libra. This has implications for the whole region, not to mention the U.S."

Chuck flashed on some of the data concerning the nation's ruling military triumvirate. "We can forget about the Navy. The real players are the Army and Air Force Generals. Both arms have just been beefed up with some new toys. I'm guessing that Volkoff financed this?"

"Yes, Chuck. Your mission is shut down this operation. You and Sarah will go in as a wealthy software designer and his trophy wife. Colonel, you will be Chuck's 'bodyguard.'" That caused a spasm to cross Chuck's face.

The same spasm stayed frozen on Casey's face. The General proceeded with more details needed for the mission.

Beckman finished with "The Carmichaels are going to Jamaica" and signed off with her usual courteous method of pushing the button to cut off any further communications.

Chuck said in a voice of wonder "Jamaica."

Sarah turned to Chuck with a secret smile "Nah. She went by herself."

Chuck paused in amazement.

"Sarah Walker. Was that … a ….. joke I just heard?"

"What can I say Chuck. Almost three years of fake dating, and eight months of the real thing, you're rubbing off on me." She beamed.

Casey said one word that effectively ended the briefing.

When they re-emerged upstairs, Chuck asked "Sarah, why would Casey want peanut butter?"

Sarah's face flickered through about fourteen expressions, all of them unreadable. Settled on Agent Mode.

Pity.

"Shut up Chuck."

"Oh, is that a code word? Like Pine…. I mean, the fruit that dare not speak it's n…."

She silenced him by standing on tip toe, grabbing his hair and kissing him. Her body then melted against his with a mind of its own.

As usual, it lasted both longer than it should, and way shorter than needed.

"Wzzzagxssphxxx" was his articulate reply.

She separated from him slightly, and then pulled back and gazed at his face.

"Uh huh." Was the best he could manage.

"OK, see you at home." A final kiss (simple peck, couldn't do any harm. Right?), and then back down to Castle.

Shame he had to cover the desk today, Sarah felt sure the supply cupboard needed inventory…..

Chuck re-entered the store. A little warm, but not at all astonished. Morgan spotted his best buddy straight away.

"Hey, buddy. What did Sarah want? Oh, a mission. Right. Where to this time, St Tropez? The Azores?"

Chuck replied "Jamaica…..and don't. Sarah's already done that joke."

Pause. Let that sink in…..

Annnnnd, here it comes…

"Your hot, leggy Valkyrie with an aversion to clothing…..told…..a…..joke?"

They both uttered the wistful, sighing "Yeah…"

And then a happy thought. If they were in the Caribbean, on an island, does that mean Sarah would be wearing a bikin… swimwear?

He tried to stop his rebellious mind from now viewing Sarah in a bikini. He tried poorly. Even just watching her walk away from him was mesmerising.

Red. Part of his rebellious mind hoped it would be a red bikin…

Big Mike pointed out "Bartowski! You're drooling."

Sarah almost giggled once they got home, sitting with a bounce on their bed. "Thank God you decided to….make sure the supply cupboard was…full. I love that you are so thoughtful" she smiled up at him. "And I most definitely love you."

He gazed down at the most beautiful woman he'd ever know. "Mmmmmmm" he channelled the monster from Young Frankenstein. And leant over her.

"Again? Oh, God. You're incorrigible…. Oh" as she pulled him down into bed with her.

A.N. The articulate reply is an Asterix and Obelix ref (and a tip 'o the hat to Getafx).

Any fans of Kipling out there? "A little warm, but not at all astonished."

Anyone? Anyone? (Bueller? Bueller? – sorry got a little side tracked there…. anyhoo)

Kipling. Oh yes, How The Elephant Got His Trunk.