Notes: So a new Chuck, White Collar Crossover. This one is a little different to the rest. For one thing, it takes place in Burbank (I don't think any of my stories start in Burbank and there are no plans for the setting to shift to New York). The idea for this one came when one of the TV stations played Big Momma's house 2 and I happened to walk in to a scene with Zachary Levi sitting in a FBI van. That gave me the idea for this one (some suspension of belief might be needed).

First Part

Chuck has no idea how it happened. Hard work and a few good recommendations earned him a good job after he had been kicked out of Stanford.

Then Morgan called in a favour. Chuck returned to the Buy More. Bryce sent him the Intersect and the NSA and CIA followed.

Chuck took some vacation leave from his good job working for the FBI. He told them that the CIA and NSA were watching him because an old friend sent him government secrets.

His FBI boss didn't want to lose him so Chuck, Kevin to those in the office so the CIA didn't catch on, took up a casual position where he was both a CI and an extra agent when they needed one.

Chuck had combed his hair back and grabbed the cheap suit from Morgan's closet, all for this trip to the California branch of the FBI.

"Kevin! My man!" an agent shorter than him greeted with open arms. Chuck had known him since the agent's time as a probie and they had worked together often.

He wasn't usually this friendly, that was how Chuck acted.

"What do you want?" Chuck asked suspiciously.

The agent smirked but didn't back down.

"Interested in a stake out? You get to sit in the van?"

Another agent snorted from her desk.

"Nothing exciting ever happens in the van," she grumbled.

"You're just mad because the last person who you did van duty with wouldn't let you bring stuff."

"I like chips with my stakeout. What kind of monster doesn't allow chips?"

Chuck had no idea how to respond to that. It was too bad they didn't know Casey. Casey wasn't a fan of food near the van console either.

The agent laughed and then turned to look hopefully at Chuck.

"I don't know, man," Chuck responded with a roll of his shoulders. "Last time you guys put me in a van, it was disguised as a mobile dog washers. People kept leaving their dogs with us." Not to mention the little hacker he had been babysitting. That kid had a lot to learn if he didn't want to end up on someone's bad list.

"Ha! I heard about that! Awesome story. But, come on. You. Me. Some Chinese take-out. And criminals to watch!"

"Stalk," the agent at the desk corrected.

"You're just saying that because the guy on the fourth floor used FBI resources to learn about you."

"It was stalking. And creepy."

"And you've never misappropriated FBI assets before?" the agent snapped back. It was a rhetorical question and he didn't wait for an answer before pulling Chuck away.

"I'm here for another reason," Chuck said. His statement was met with a dropped eyebrow and a frown.

"You've changed these past few years. I guess it's good but I'm still left wondering how well I really know you. Like, when did you get married?"

Chuck glanced down at his wedding band.

"A while ago. We recently went through a rough patch."

"Oh. Sorry man."

"We're working through it. She remembers what we had so we'll go from there. So, where's the boss?"

"A team from New York came here, the boss said he saw a panel they did at the conference a while ago and pushed for them to come here for a few days and lecture us on handler-CI relationships." The agent smiled and moved his hands excitedly as he spoke.

"Uh-huh." Chuck could probably give a lecture on handler-CI relationships. Well, handler-asset ones.

Then again, he broke the first rule when he fell in love with his handler and pursued a relationship with her.

"No, it's really cool! They brought in Neal Caffery and Peter Burke! Agent Burke is amazing."

"You sound like a schoolgirl with a crush," Chuck laughed. Unfortunately, that lead the younger agent to inform him of all of Agent Burke's successes and stories.

Chuck wasn't interested in meeting the famed FBI team from New York but he wanted to speak to the boss about being able to tell his wife about the work he did for the FBI. Usually agents didn't have to ask permission but, as he had been reminded a number of times, he was a special case.

So he walked right into that meeting without even looking at the people his boss was talking too.

In retrospect, that was mistake. His other mistake was to start speaking.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, boss, but I wanted to speak to you about something. Could you give me a little of your time?"

Silence filled the room, to be broken by a familiar voice questioning;

"Chuck?"

Chuck turned to look at the conman-agent duo and froze. His mouth dropped open even as his boss stood up and moved around to Chuck's side.

"Mr. Caffrey, this is Kevin. He's actually a pretty good techie and one of the best agents I have. Even though his work schedule is a little sporadic."

"Uh..." Chuck willed his voice to work. "Hi?"

The man he assumed was Neal Caffrey gave him a weak smile and a weak 'hi' back. The man's dark hair and blue eyes were familiar.

Goosebumps rippled over Chuck's body as he gazed upon what looked like Bryce's ghost.

Neal's gaze pierced him while he wasn't looking and glanced away whenever he was.

"And Kevin, this is Agent Burke, he's the guy who caught Neal the first time. Now they're a team!"

Chuck smiled as he shook Peter's hand. While Peter looked familiar, he was friendly and open. Chuck remembered all the rumours he heard about the man and added 'good at his job' to that list.

"Nice to meet you, Agent Burke."

"You too, Agent. Kevin, was it?"

"That's what everyone calls me." A misdirect. Chuck knew he was good at what others considered lying.

"Anyway, I need to talk to the Boss privately. Is that okay?"

"It's fine. Hey, you can give us the tour when you're done!"

Before Chuck could say why that was a horrible idea, his boss was saying what a great idea it was. Even Neal's mouth was slightly open in a silent protest as he and Agent Burke left the office. Chuck's boss locked the door and closed the blinds before addressing him.

"What brings you here, Kev? I'm sure you're not working today."

"No. I wanted to ask permission to tell my wife about this job."

"Hmm, I don't know, Kev. The CIA has been blind to this for a while and if they know, they're not acting on it. I'd rather you not send up a flag to watch this office."

"I promise you, sir, I will tell my wife in confidence and she will not breathe a word to the CIA." Although she might be angry with him for a while. A very long while.

"Alright," his boss relented. So, why wasn't Chuck happy? His boss was smiling. A smile which was rarely seen at work. "Since your wife will soon know about your employment with us, you will open your home to Agent Burke and Mr. Caffrey."

"What? Oh, no, no, no, no. That's a bad idea, a very bad idea." There were so many reasons that was a bad idea. Just because he was going to tell Sarah about the FBI, didn't mean she would appreciate him bringing home someone who looked exactly like Bryce.

"It saves money as Agent Burke isn't in a hotel and I can't think of anywhere more secure to put one of the world's most cunning conmen than a house filled with spies and agents."

"But-"

"No arguments, Kevin. Agent Burke and Neal Caffrey are going home with you."