"You know, Morgan had this crazy idea that if we kissed, maybe you'd remember everything."

"Chuck?"

"Yeah"

"Kiss me."

I woke up slightly startled. I hadn't dreamed about that day in, ever. Sarah was still sleeping with her feet under mine, as per usual.

If you didn't know, my name is Chuck. Chuck Bartowski. I live in Burbank California, I work at the BuyMore, oh and yeah, I used to have a government intel app called the intersect in my head that sent me into the spy game for five years. Sarah Walker used to be my handler, along with John Casey. I eventually fell in love with Sarah, and two years today, I proposed to her. She is now Sarah Bartowski. After a while, me, Sarah, Morgan Grimes, my oldest friend, and Casey, started our own spy business. However, Sarah accidentally downloaded a failed intersect, and it wiped her memory. Some bastard named Nicholas Quinn turned her against us with her failed memory. She still thought she was a spy. After a long period of trial by fire, me, Casey, and Morgan managed to convince her he had wiped her memory. She was convinced. She stayed, only after shooting that bastard. Casey left to work with his girlfriend. Morgan, Ellie, my sister, and Devon, her husband, all stayed with me. They were my family. They all were.

So after one week, Sarah's memory finally came back. She remembered the wedding. She remembered where we finally fell in love. It all came back. She was the most relieved, but some other breaths sighed in relief.

I stared up at my ceiling. Thinking how perfect our lives were. And that's where I jinked it.

I woke up the next morning to the bright smell of coffee. Sarah wasn't in bed, so I assumed she had woke up early. I rolled out of my side, and padded out to the kitchen. Sarah was on the couch, watching Glee.

"Honey, I thought you hated Glee?"

Sarah startled a little, and turned around.

"I do, but I love the music they sing."

"Well I'll say you do. You sing along on every song."

She smiled that little smile that just melts your heart with happiness.

"Well, I see you made coffee."

"Sorry, I needed something to drink, and milk just didn't pas the bar."

"Nothing to be sorry for honey, just thankful for."

I walked over and kissed her on the head.

"And that's why you, Sarah Bartowski, are my wife.

She smiled at me again. I walked over to the coffee machine and poured a cup. When I finished it, I went to my room, and dressed. The proud Nerd Herd uniform. White on to, black on bottom, red tie in the center. Also, the pocket protector.

I grabbed a donut, and yelled at Sarah.

"Hey, honey, see you when I get home!"

"Okay, love you."

I walked out the door. Just as I reached the exit gate from the courtyard, Morgan Grimes, my best friend since kindergarten, popped out of his house.

"Hey, Chuck, what's up my man!?"

He gave me a high five, and smiled.

"Hey! One of these days, we should go to some range, and learn how to shoot a gun, mainly so we could own people on COD."

"Morgan, one, not a great idea, two, you know I have a thing against guns. Hence why I only use tranquilizers."

Morgan was a true to heart gamer, but he has a heart of gold and a work ethic like that of Bill Gates. While he was always content to be normal for a day, he had some weird seizure of oddness a day. I know it's not a word, but still, don't particularly care. I work at the BuyMore. I don't need any English degree.

Anyways, we hopped into the herder, our nickname for company cars, and sped along silently to the store. When we arrived, nothing less than Jeff and Lester were outside, setting up some kind of performance.

Oh, you don't remember Jeff and Lester, well, let me fill you in. Lester's the Hin-Jew Canadian from Quebec. He's slightly creepy, and a stalker in some words, but his singing voice is half that of an angel. Jeff, is the creepy dude who used to be clinically insane, until we found out he slept in a car with the engine on, and got carbon monoxide poisoning. After Devon cured him, we found out he was a completely sane, rational guy. Though he was still creepy.

They were setting up for their band, Jeffster. They were not that bad too, as they once saved a general from a bomb. Long story.

"Chuck, buddy, hey, you need to get us a ticket permit to let us sing here. Can you do that for me..friend?"

"Lester, you don't need a permit for here. You can just sing. This is the BuyMore. My BuyMore. So sing your heart out Lester."

"Thank the gods for you Chuck. I'll repay you somehow. If you ever need someone creeped on, call me."

"Okay?" Note, I said this in a skeptical voice.

I walked through the doors, and stopped and took a long smell of that beautiful BuyMore smell. Smells like...success. Some days, it just smells like a store, but today wasn't one of those days.

All the green shirts messing around with the tv's in the back, and the nerds playing with, well, anything. Morgan snuck in his usual coffee and drank it in silence. One of the rare times he was silent.

As the day progressed as usual, the gnawing hunger in my stomach gained. I checked the old home theater room, making sure the old castle entrance was sealed. It was. I peeked around for Morgan. I found him razing a green shirt.

"Hey Morgan, I'll be back in a while. I'm heading to orange orange to get a smoothie. Keep the fleet afloat."

"Aye aye, cap!"

Morgan gave a half salute, and continued razing the green shirt.

I walked across the parking lot to the smoothie shop. It used be another entrance to castle as well. About halfway through the lot, I swear there was a black Crown Vic in the alley across the way. I shook it off. Probably shouldn't have.

I reached the store, and the 'cling' of the doors opening filled the little restaurant. Nobody was behind the counter.

"Hello?"

I was greeted with an ominous silence. I strolled the the computer, and opened the old coded browser that let the castle door open. I checked recent access section. The voice responder called out, "Access, one, ten minutes ago. Check done."

I was puzzled. Who accessed castle?

I punched in the code that opens the door, and slid in. I retrieved the emergency tranquilizer gun form the hidden picture safe. I cocked it, and started clearing the base. I checked the server room, the holding cells, the training floor, and finally preceded to the armory. I suddenly heard a loud click, like that of a pistol slide snapping shut. I calmed my breath, thought where to shoot, and rolled around the corner of the door. I rolled the front sights onto a man. One I knew. One who was an old friend.

"Oh, Chuck, long time no see?"

"Casey?"