First, this is a two authors story: me and rockchick4jc. In case you're wondering, yes.. I'm brazilian and she's american and we don't know each other.
So, if you like Casey on this one you know who to thank... her!
And if you don't understand the nerdism here you can blame me...
We'd also like to thank who gave the idea for this on zachary-levi, whoever that was (PM us if you know)...

Beware: this contains political content.... treason involved... and a bit of conspiracy allusion.
Remember: this is just a fiction, NO OFFENSE IS INTENDED.

Disclaimer: nope.. we don't own Chuck.

Chapter 1

As Sarah walks into the BuyMore, Chuck loses perception of his surroundings. All he can see is her and she's getting closer with a beautiful smile.

"Hi" He's barely audible...

She grabs his tie and pulls him into a gentle kiss. A little surprised by how real that felt he can't help but ask.

"Is that... uh... is that a real kiss or a cover kiss cause I'm confused ri..."

Weird... I feel like this already happened before... never mind. But by Sarah's look – confused and questioning – he can tell that indeed felt ... nothing to worry about... just a coincidence maybe... It's not like he didn't feel like asking that every time she kissed him and it's also not like she didn't feel like doing that every time she saw him. So, they just go to the Castle, where Casey and the General, her face in the screen actually, are already waiting.

"Good morning, team. Colt fed us a Trojan horse that blew up the Intersect. The real Cypher is still out there. Our Intel tell us that maybe in the possession of the former KGB operative Sasha Banacheck. We believe she's in town to sell it."

What?! The agents, the asset and even the walls shared the same thought. Is the General losing her mind? Maybe she forgot to take her pills... Whatever it is, one of them needs to tell her. Chuck looks to his left where Sarah stands, she on the other hand looks to her left where Casey stands, then he also looks to his left where... no one stands. Great! Just my luck...

"Excuse me, General... but we've arrested Sasha Banacheck and retrieved the Cypher weeks ago..."

"Oh, I see..."

Quickly coming to her realization, the General starts to look through some files. Clearly embarrassed, she clears her throat and wears her most straight and commanding face.

"Sorry, Major. There must have been some kind of mistake. We've just recruited new agents to deal with the paperwork. Now if we can continue, I have some serious news."

They all knew that wasn't true. Who bothers recruiting new agents to do paperwork? And if they did, who would allow them to get clearance about such a confidential and important project as the Intersect? Of course, they also knew it's never a good idea to argue with a superior.

"I have to inform you that our project is running low on resources. And we might have to shutdown the operation."

"Uh, how exactly that happened, General? I thought the Intersect was a top US Government interest." Sarah couldn't believe the news and its implications.

"Well, agent Walker. Apparently, the company is not sure if the outcomes have been worth the cost and my superiors can't do anything about it."

"And by the company you mean the NSA or the CIA?..." Casey intervenes.

"Both." She answers as flatly as possible.

"So, General... I'm still confused... it seems to me our results have been beyond expected... I mean..." Sarah wasn't ready to let go of the subject yet...

"I know and I agree. It seems there's been some... redundancies in our reports... as if we're going on missions that were already accomplished..."

"Sorry, General.. but you said your superiors..." Chuck, who had been surprisingly quiet, felt the need satisfy his curiosity. So... there's like bosses to the bosses in the intelligence service too..

"That's correct, Chuck. Since you're the Intersect you can know this information. Josh Schwartz and Chris Fedak have been since day one commanding the operation. They were enthusiasts of the Human Intersect Project and as neither is CIA nor NSA they were put ahead of it cause they couldn't be suspected of being Fulcrum. Of course, the agency they work for must be kept a secret for your own safety. Just think of them as freelancers. Now, as I was saying... your job is to find out how the reports are being violated and you must hurry if you don't want this to be your last mission. Good luck."

After the screen goes blank, Casey and Sarah stare at Chuck.

"What? Why you're giving me that look?"

"Chuck, haven't you heard anything the General said?" Sarah seemed a little sad, not quite believing his nonchalant reaction to it all.

"Yeah, so?"

"Look, moron, do you think once the project is shutdown you can simply go back to your pathetic life, maybe a white picket fence and all?"

"Hey, Casey... I'm not really that excited about fences but I like the idea. If I can't get the Intersect out of my head then this is like my best chance to get my life back."

"Chuck, in a situation like this the procedure is to send you to a bunker for security measures and reassigning me and Casey... " She tries to communicate with her eyes what's crying inside her heart.

"But that means..." He finally seems to realize it.

Casey grunts... he would never let an opportunity to tease them like that pass by.

"That means that I could get some rest of the lovebirds here, uh?" and he pats Chuck on the back, grinning like an older kid that just stole another's candy. Chuck looks at Sarah and they share a silent moment that express more than a thousand words. He didn't want it all to end, not like that.

"Now that I got your attention, let's get to work" Casey hands Chuck a pile of papers – reports, employees informations.... "Read these and see if you can flash on something that you haven't flashed on the past."

…

"Guys... I've been reading these for hours now and nothing new. I'm actually pretty tired of going back over old flashes, you know? Can't I get a break?"

They're sitting at the Castle's table and it's almost evening. Casey and Sarah have been trying to find connections between the fake reports while Chuck has been flashing over and over on the old stuff.

"Unless you changed your mind 'bout living on a cell for the rest of your life then I suggest you keep going."

"Fine, iron man! Can we at least turn some music on... you know... fresh our minds a little?"

"Don't exactly keep CD's around Castle, Bartowski." Casey growled.

"What? How is it possible that anyone can live without music? Come on, Casey... even Tony Stark liked to shake from time to time..."

Casey motions to say something or maybe twist his neck but Sarah is faster.

"Ok, Chuck. We don't have music but I can turn the tv on. Is that ok?" Sarah is saying it like: you better be fine with this or nothing or we'll see some blood shed.

"It's not the same, but I guess it will do it..."

…we would also like to remember our president Barack Obama is having a speech tomorrow night – March 16th - at 8pm. Stay tuned, folks...

Obama's picture;

Calender marked on March 16th;

Old mission files encoded;

A bunker plant;

Fulcrum logo;

Project Obama;

"Uh... Fulcrum's been using the President's speeches to send subliminal messages. They've encoded informations of previous missions and have been inserting them into our brains like they're still going to happen."

"That could somehow explain the wrong reports... but how could they be so sure they'd get to us? And what's the point?" Sarah turns to Casey expectantly.

"Hmm...Low life losers like Bartowski keep up with the news 24/7, so they had to assume that we'd end up watching it."

"Maybe they..."

Sarah and Casey are starting to discuss their ideas and completely forgot about Chuck's existence. He sits there in the middle of them turning his head from one agent to the other, his finger raised, mouth opened... finally he breaks...

"Hey, guys... I'm not done yet..."

Sarah seems to remember he's the Intersect after all and he's likely to have most of the answers and gives him attention and so does Casey.

"What do you mean? What else did you flash on?" Asks Sarah a bit anxious...

"Well... let's put it this way: I know who the Fulcrum leader is and what he wants."