Hi faithful readers! This is the final story to the "Improper Times" trilogy! I hope all those who had read and enjoyed the first two enjoy this one as well. It took a long time to get this thing finished, and I'm actually quite proud of what I've written. It'd make me feel special to know that you all think it's good as well!
ac-the-brain-supreme does not own Chuck. If she did, Chuck and Casey would've made out already.
Morgan's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when the six-foot-plus, long-blond-haired, model-material strutted herself into the Buy More. Within three seconds, Morgan was at the Nerd Heard, directing the face of Chuck Bartowski towards the beautiful woman. "Would ya look at her?"
"Uh...okay..." Chuck pulled himself out of Morgan's grasp and looked at the blond. "Yeah...she's pretty."
"Just pretty?" Morgan asked. "Man, what's wrong with you?"
Chuck looked at him.
Morgan looked back. After a pathetically long minute, the little light-bulb went off. "Oh...yeah..." Morgan looked back at the woman, who was walking up to the Nerd Heard station. He smiled. "Well, just because you can't enjoy pretty girls, doesn't mean I can't."
"You can't what?" the blond subject matter asked. Morgan and Chuck looked at the woman. They both broke out into smiles. The woman looked up at Chuck. "Is my cell phone ready?"
Chuck nodded. "Just a moment." He bent down, under the counter.
"Oh!" the woman exclaimed. "Hello."
Chuck looked up. He turned around, looking in the direction the woman was looking. Casey was standing, there, hands crossed over his chest and the good ole "I can totally kill you" expression on his face. Chuck looked back at the woman. She either didn't notice the expression or she was far from intimidated by it. Actually, she seemed to enjoy it, in some dark and sadistic way. Chuck noticed that Morgan was enjoying looking at her, but not actually looking at her. Chuck shook his head at his single-minded friend.
Chuck stood back up, the cell phone in hand. "Here we go, good as new!"
The blond smiled warmly. "Thank you. I'm so glad that I finally have it back." With a short wave, the blond turned and left.
Chuck turned around to Casey. "What's with you?"
Casey leaned forward, grabbing Chuck's shirt and dragging him closer. "That was Shelby" he hissed.
Chuck felt his gut turn. "H-How do you know?"
"Her left eye never moved."
Chuck blinked. "Um...how does that make her--"
"Shelby has no left eye. It got cut out in a knife fight."
Chuck squirmed. "How do you know that?"
Casey didn't answer. Chuck made up his own.
"Uh...you two..." Chuck and Casey both looked at Morgan, who looked royally uncomfortable. He scratched the side of his head. "I know you two are all lovey-dovey and stuff--"
Morgan saw the patented death glare, and shut up. He got that several times a day, and yet it still scared him.
(--)
The blond tapped in the number of her boss onto her cell phone and sent the call. It rung once...twice...thrice...
"Yo."
"Greg" she said, getting into her car.
"Hey Shelbs, what's up?"
"He's gaurded."
There was a pause.
"How guarded?"
Shelby opened a hand-held mirror. She focused it on the disgusting fast-food restaurant behind her. In the mirror, there was a pretty blond lady in a German barmaid's dress that should've stayed in the German bar. "Two as far as I can tell."
"Anyone you recognize?"
"Duh. How else can I know that there are two of them?" Shelby put on som coral lipstick.
"Anyone that can recognize you?"
Shelby hesitated. She smacked her lips together. "I think one already did."
"Shelby..."
"What? I don't have the materials I used to have while in the CIA!" Shelby started her car. "You wanna shell out a million dollars a year to keep up my disguise needs?"
There was a sigh from Greg's side. "How're we gonna get the kid, then?"
Shelby smiled. She pulled out of her parking spot. "That's your department, my dear. You can deal with that." Shelby hung up her phone and put it back in her purse. She didn't need to break it again.
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