For those who start with Chuck Versus Agent Insanity – Part II- reading the first part is a must.

Anyway, here is a synopsis of it, just in case.

On the morning after Ellie's wedding Chuck wakes up in Sarah's hotel, but Sarah is urgently summoned to Washington – to get briefed on a top secret black op that would involve Chuck. Carina is reassigned to protect Chuck, fortified by Casey and NSA people who are staying at the same hotel. Carina turns out to be a very resourceful but schizophrenic woman, eager to deal with her personal problems.

Hence, Carina has her own personal agenda and uses the Intersect to that end. Once Sarah is back for the weekend, the events quickly turn into one hell of a crazy ride, with Chuck and Sarah finally having the opportunity to wake up in bed together, uninterrupted by: ideas about contraception, Casey, his cameras and microphones, and most importantly, the TV show producers/writers… ratings you know. Both Sarah and Chuck realize that Carina is using every opportunity to manipulate them one way or the other. The story ends with Sarah traveling back to the LA airport, for her flight back to Washington.

Of course, all the fun is taken out of this synopsis.

Chuck Versus Agent Insanity – Part II

Chapter I

HONEYMOON OVER, BABE

Sarah, Chuck and Carina were still in the car, driving to the airport. They were all engulfed in their own thoughts.

Carina was frowning. She had to find a way to fit the Vincenzo thing into her so busy schedule now.

It was next to impossible. Dammit.

She glanced in the rear view mirror.

The potentially eternal bliss that had been radiating from Sarah's face only a couple of minutes ago was now completely gone. The improvised honeymoon was over. If anything, she looked somewhat anxious.

"What are you worrying about, huh, Sarah?" Carina wondered, while watching her. 'The incoming op? Finally remembered about Bryce? Poor Bryce', Carina shook her head.

Actually, both issues were on Sarah's mind and in a very troubling way at that. She was doing her best to control her face expression. She so wanted to cry now.

First, Sarah remembered that Chuck was about to be involved in the most dangerous mission ever. In this crazy country there, they are ultra-suspicious about anything of Western origin. German, Austrian, it didn't matter. Whatever cover story they came up with, he would be under the microscope of the Iranian security services from day 1.

So far, she hadn't been able to talk Agent 20 into inserting Chuck as an embassy employee. And she had tried so hard! Thus, he would have at least the diplomatic immunity protection. That was now her priority number 1 now.

Then Sarah remembered about Bryce, her former partner, and first romantic interest. She has to live through his death for a second time.

Now it was much worse.

The first time he 'died" as a rogue spy in her head, and she had mixed feelings about his motives even if she had mourned like never before in her life.

But now it was so different. He turned out to be a true hero. He had protected Chuck knowing that he'd be hated by so many people for this – Chuck himself, his friends, relatives. He lived up to his promise to Chuck's father, Orion. Then, on the wedding day, he went back there to fight Roark and help Chuck protect his sister. It was such an incredible sacrifice.

And on top of all that, Bryce had seen with his own eyes how she, Sarah, the love of his life, had turned away from him. He had given everything, including his life for others, and never received anything in return. If life was really unjust to anybody in this world, it was definitely Bryce Larkin.

Sarah realized that tears were rolling off her eyes now. How could she forget about him all these past days?

She tried to recover, then glanced in the mirror. Had Carina noticed? She was looking ahead of her. Chuck still looked so indulged in his reverie. Probably remembering what they had said to each other there in the bedroom. Between the action parts. Sarah smiled through her tears and swallowed hard.

Her thoughts returned to the operation. It was so dangerous that she really feared for Chuck's life like never before. She realized that soon after she lost Bryce, she was facing the real possibility of losing Chuck. The thought was even more terrorizing now that she and Chuck …

Sarah's spy instincts were signaling her that she was being watched now. She threw a quick glance at the mirror. Yeah, Carina was staring at her. So was Sarah now.

'Mourning Bryce, right?' Carina exhaled very slowly.

Staring at Sarah, she mimicked with her lips "Bryce?" without letting any sound out.

Sarah nodded at her.

'Yeah, of course it was Bryce. He so didn't deserve this. He had put his life on the line for many, many years and finally lost this one battle. Well, there was nothing you can do about this Sandra, she said to herself and sighed again.

Carina looked at the back mirror. Nothing suspicious behind them, no tail.

Then she did something she knew she wasn't supposed to. Not now. But she couldn't help it.

She stretched her hand to reach the rear view mirror and readjusted it so that she could see not the back but herself now. She knew very well who she would see there. It was her little sister, of course. She was staring at her as usual.

There were two major mechanisms that used to prompt her sister into action in her head. When she was deep into her thoughts about something important and needed to talk to her – when she looked at a mirror, it'd be the sister there.

It happened also when Sandra pinched her nose and talked like a robot to her sister.

It was part of their real life interaction as little girls before the crash. Her mom or dad would see Sandra and say, 'Hey, Sandra, go get your sis here, dinner ready!'

Sandra knew what was the surest way to find little Carina who so loved to hide somewhere. She would pinch her nose and start calling her sis: "Beep, beep, I can see you Carina, stop hiding, I can see youuuu.'

The moment little Carina could hear that, she would start giggling.

Sandra had picked up the trick from her mom, who used it when Carina was only a few days old. Mom would do it when the baby couldn't stop crying. Once she started producing the magic sounds, baby Carina would instantly become silent, mesmerized by the show, and soon start giggling.

Sandra, then 4 years old, got so excited by the effect that she immediately started imitating.

After so many years it still worked.

But now she couldn't do it with other people around.

'Well' her little sister started, 'you know how it is'. You can't do anything to help him. It is another tremendous injustice, that he's gone. But you can't turn the clock back. It's beyond your powers.' You will never …'

'I know,' Sandra interrupted. Feeling powerless made her so angry. She pressed on the gas. The car was visibly accelerating. Sarah, being a wild Porsche driver herself, hadn't noticed, but Chuck did.

'Wow, Carina, last time I checked, this was not NASCAR and I'm not your navigator. As much as I'm flattered by your implied proposition, ….'

But she wasn't listening to Chuck. She was listening to her sister. She glanced again at the back mirror. Little Carina was still there.

'Don't you think you should watch the road? You don't want us all killed, do you?'

'Yeah,' Sandra growled inside and looked ahead. She was still furious. Damn, it wasn't the time for this now!

She tried to concentrate on the driving but half a minute later she couldn't resist it any more – she looked back at the mirror.

Carina was gone but Sandra still couldn't see her own face there. It was foggy. What on earth was that? She looked again. There seemed to be a small dot. Getting bigger and bigger now, like somebody walking toward her. It was a male silhouette.

Half a minute later she could see that it was a familiar one. Looked like Bryce Larkin. Yeah, it was he who was watching her from the mirror now.

'Hello, Carina, missed me? How long has it been?'

None of them could remember.

'What do you want Bryce?' snarled Carina.

'Wow, wow, what's with the attitude, dear? You know very well where this is going. Now we'll meet and talk to each once in a while.' Bryce offered a really evil grin. 'After all, I'm an integral part of your brain now, aren't I?'

Yeah, Sandra/Carina already knew that. She had read several major books and everything on the Internet on the subject matter. Her double personality disorder had just turned triple. It happened before to other people.

She shook her head and exhaled, 'Oh God, I got a problem.'

'What,' Chuck inquired, 'what's the problem, Carina?'

'Oh, boy, did she say that loud?' she shuddered.

Carina was a trained and experienced spy, so she recovered in an instant, 'Oh, my stomach. Obviously it's disagreeing with something. I guess it's the cabbage,' she lied. 'Good that we'll be arriving at the airport in a couple of minutes.'

Indeed, about 5 minutes later, they were there at the parking lot of the airport. Chuck was taking Sarah's bags out when yet another, equally annoying trouble hit Carina.

Her mobile phone started ringing. It was the other one. The secure handset. Sarah was standing next to her.

'Aren't you gonna answer that, Carina.' Sarah inquired.

Carina knew who was calling. There was only one person in the world who could reach her on this phone. Neither Sarah, nor her Asian contact could do that. For now.

And Sarah was the last person in the world that she wanted to be next to her at the moment.

No, it's not that important,' she lied. I'll deal with that later."

Sarah had just suspected that it was the rogue mobile ringing now, but from Carina's choice of words and the way she said it she knew she was right.

She stepped ahead, toward Carina, only about two inches were separating their faces.

'And why aren't you answering it now, Carina? Is this the rogue one?' Sarah was whispering, with as much anger as she could emit under the circumstances. "Care to tell what other games you are playing currently?

"Stiff it, agent Walker. You're overstepping your authority here." Carina fought back.

'Oh, really, look who's talking about overstepping. Will you answer it or not?' Sarah whispered viciously.

Chuck had finished with Sarah's bags and turned towards the two female agents a couple of seconds ago.

Wow, they stood there like two Amazons, pitted against each other just seconds away from starting a life or death fight. He wondered what else he'd missed.

'Wow, ladies,' Chuck had started. 'You've got an impartial umpire here, eager to help you res …'

'Shut up Chuck,' both yelled at him simultaneously.

'Move 10 feet away and stay there,' Carina continued. 'We'll be finished with our conversation in a minute!'

"Yes, Chuck, go and stay there," Sarah nodded.

'OK, OK, I don't mind a little Amazon show. What will you two fight for, what's the prize, heh?' he lifted his hands sidewards, obviously implying that he might be that prize.

Both Sarah and Carina rolled eyes and turned against each other.

Well, Sarah went on. 'Are you answering it or shall I?" She offered her hand.

Without saying anything more, Carina made a step back, took out her secure handset, then her third and last secure chip from an inside pocket and inserted it into the phone, after removing the back cover. Then she answered, "Hello sweetie, missed me?

'Oh,' Agent 20 answered from the other side. 'You can't talk now. Right?'

'No, I'm at the airport, seeing off a friend of mine. Will call you back later, bye. Love you too.' She hung up.

'See, nothing rogue.' Carina smiled at her.

'Yeah, putting on this ridiculous show just fixed it all, right? From now on I believe everything you say" Sarah was furious but there was little she could do.

"I think you've got a plane to catch Sarah. Let's go, shall we?" Carina turned to Chuck and smiled. "Issue resolved agent Carmichael. We are good now.' She turned and left Sarah there, still fuming.

'Ah, one more thing, Sarah, if you want to talk to Chuck while in Washington, you better use the secure mobile. I'll send you my number once you turn it on there. You are only the second person who'll know it. I guess you wouldn't mind talking to him once or twice a day, right?'

Sarah shook her head and said, 'you are incorrigible.'

15 minutes later, in the lobby, Carina left them to say good-bye, finding excuse in her 'stomach' problems.

Chuck was holding Sarah's hands in front of him, watching her in the eyes.

Well,' he started, 'the real torture can begin now. You are leaving me for how long, milady? How on earth am I going to survive this?'

'That's how it is, once you are into real relationship, Chuck' Sarah said quietly.

'Yeah, what do you suggest, we go back to our fake one? Torture will be still the same.' Chuck smiled.

'No, No, No,' Sarah was smiling and shaking her head, 'I think I'll pass on that particular proposition,' she came closer and hugged him. They stayed that way for several minutes.

'Just try to call as frequently as possible, if you want to see me sane and sound here, when you're back, promise?' he whispered.

'Promise.'

'And thank you for giving me the happiest day of my life.' He said very quietly.

'Chuck, this can be possible only if it works both ways. It happened only because it was the happiest day of my life' she countered.

'Point well-taken, boss.' Chuck agreed. 'Are you still my boss, or now I'm the one. And how does that play out when we pursue our extracurricular agenda, because I liked calling you the boss, you know.'

She was giggling. They were about to part when Chuck started again,

'Last question, last question, bzzzzz, he tried to imitate a quiz show sound, 'who is the happiest nerd on this planet, … in the universe, you have 5 seconds.'

Sarah smiled, 'Noooo Chuck, wrong question here.' Then she went on, 'Nerd is the wrong part. I know however who is the happiest girl. Told you the name several hours ago, sorry, bzzzzz, 5 seconds gone, I win.' she had that impish grin now.

Chuck shook his head. "I hate you, you know that, right? ' he said.

'Yeah, I know that, but not as much as I hate you, remember that. Time for me to go, bye Chuck.'

At that Sarah kissed him lightly on the lips turned around and strolled away with her bags.

Carina had reappeared 30 seconds ago and witnessed their interaction from some distance. She had stared at Sarah and then her wrist, signaling that she'd miss her flight.

Carina approached Chuck who was still watching after Sarah's disappearing figure.

'Well, lover boy, time for us to go back to the hotel.' She tapped on his shoulder."My head is spinning at the thought how much work is still ahead of us.'

Carina had to physically push him in order for him to move.

At Carina's request, Chuck was driving on their way back. She chose to sit in the back seat, she told him she was going to try to snuggle and sleep there.

First, however, she pulled out her secure mobile and dialed back the man who called her half an hour ago.

'Hello, boss', Carina started.

'Well,' Agent 20 said. 'Can you talk now?'

'Kinda. I'm still driving back from the airport.'

'Oh, I see, the asset is there with you, right?'

'Yeah, I'm ok.' Carina confirmed.

'So, tell me what you think.' Agent 20 insisted. 'It's time for me to make some decisions on the issue at hand.'

' Yeah, I know.' Carina sighed. 'My opinion hasn't changed, Don, and it's not gonna change, end of story. But the final word is yours, as always. I'm really terribly, terribly tired now. Will call you again soon.'

'Ok, Sandra, over.' On this Agent 20 hung up and thought about what was ahead of them. Not good, not good at all. Those operations were never good.

'Who was that? Don, heh?' Chuck inquired.

'Ah, it's nothing, Chuck, one of my bosses at the DEA. Talking about this incoming op. Drive safe, I'll try to sleep a bit.' She tried really hard to get some sleep.

Chuck was nowhere near feeling safe and normal now. It had just happened again. The nausea, the eyes rolling. He was flashing while driving.

'Oh, God, what did he flash on this time?'

It was one of those other flashes. A really fast one. A second, max. No kung fu this time. Chuck saw inside his head a big computer screen with a computer program that looked like voice playing and voice analyzing software. With all these moving audio sinusoids.

Inside the lower window, the left half had a red background and a sign 'negative' blinking. The right one however was green, with a 'positive' sign blinking there.

He was still able to hear Carina's sentence, replayed and replayed in his head, again and again.

'Ah, it's nothing Chuck, one of my bosses at the DEA. Talking about this incoming op.'

'Ah, it's nothing Chuck, one of my bosses at the DEA. Talking about this incoming op.'

A couple of seconds later the red and the green halves joined into a big purple window, alternatively flashing:

Half-true , half-lie, half-true , half-lie,...

'Amazing' Chuck exclaimed in his mind. He turn back to see whether Carina had noticed this. No, her eyes were closed, looked like she was sleeping. Good.

'Which part is the lie, huh, ... Carina.'

He remembered his father. He really wanted him to be here now so he could talk to him about this new thing. He liked it a lot.

He didn't need to be Devon, to know how to react on this tremendous news. This was sooo awesome.

Now Chuck was watching ahead the road, driving, smiling and humming. Awesome! This new ability was soo awesome.

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Ellie couldn't believe her eyes. She was looking at two parallel red bands now. It was her pregnancy kit. Positive! It was POSITIVE!

Her heart was pounding like crazy now. 'Oh, God, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I have to tell Devon, Oh my Gooood.' She rushed back into their hotel bedroom.

Devon was still sleeping there.

'Good job, captain.' She smiled at him but decided not to wake him up. Devon deserved it. She sat on the bed and closed her eyes, smiling wide.

They were only half way of their honeymoon there, at this beautiful resort, but they had stopped being careful about two or three weeks before the wedding. It probably happened then.

She had woken up early and decided to make the test without expecting anything. Just out of boredom and because it was early morning. It was the best time for detecting representative levels of the hCG hormone.

Now she knew what she wanted to do – get back home. She didn't feel comfortable here anyway.

She dialed the operator and asked to be connected to the airlines office.

'Oh, God, please give me two tiny seats on some of these flights back to LA. That's all I'm asking you for …'

Whether it was thanks to God or this chaotic economic crisis, but Ellie got what she wanted. Three seats were vacant for the same day and she didn't think twice. The flight was 9 hours later. They'll make it.

'Book, book them for us, I mean two' she was yelling as the connection was so bad.

There was some moaning now coming from the bed.

'Babe, what book, what are you talking about?' Devon was somewhat awake now, anywhere between one fourth and two fifths.

"Anything wrong?" he went on sensing her anxiety. The first thought he came up with as an explanation was Chuck, now that he was a domestic and international super spy. Chills started crawling up his body. Oh, God.

'No, no, Devon,' Ellie was now leaning over him, totally panicked.

She was slapping his cheek lightly, trying to get her semi-sleeping husband into a somewhat satisfactory state of mind:

'I need you to focus, Devon. Please don't freak out, please. Can you be Awesome for me?

I need your A game now, Devon. Wake up!

Devon had turned his head toward her, looking both sleepy and scared. "Is Chuck ok?"

'Devon, Devon' a very anxious Mrs Woodcoomb went on, "No, Chuck must be fine, but I am …..'

The next 60 seconds entered the records of three majors nuclear powers as a 'world crisis event'.

The energy wave that started from a small hotel on the Hawaii, spreading in all directions caused a middle-sized tsunami, and a certain code word was received by listening stations throughout the Pacific, the radio operators of all nuclear subs in the three thousand radius picked it up, wrote it on a piece of paper and rushed to their boat commanders. They never wondered about the word being in open text, no encryption.

The skippers watched at it unbelievingly, and then rushed to this special room with the special books. The word reminded them about something really bad. Yeah, the code in their books for 'defence condition 1' or all-out war was :

!4-A-1-w-0-e-93-S-5-o-M-e!

One exclamaition mark at the beginning and the end of the code confirmed it was referring to level 1 of defcon. Then they had to remove the digits and see what the letter code was.

It matched perfectly the received command – AweSoMe.

Still unbelieving most of them gave commands for defcon1 to their crews and went to the communication officer to check this back again with Norfolk.

Similarly, nuclear armed B-2 bombers were already airborne, as were all 187 F-22 fighters, now combing the air for bandits.

At the International Space Station, the respective American and Russian teams had gathered at the opposite ends, guns pulled out and trained at each other, waiting for final orders to take over the entire station. In between, the remaining three international members of the crew stood with their hands up, eyes tightly closed, saying their last prayers. There was no way for the bullets of these two groups to get around them.

It took three very long and tense red telephone conversations and awful lot of truly awesome diplomacy between Washington, Moscow and Beijing to defuse the situation.

That's how powerful Devon's cry was this time. But it matched the occasion.

At the same time, Devon, still unsuspecting the almost apocalyptic effect of his reaction, was dancing on the balcony of his hotel suite, waving his boxers in his right hand and still shouting the decoded form of the defcon1 code.

What saved him from being arrested for lewd behavior was the presence of two NSA agents, disguised as hotel staff. They stopped the incoming Hawaiian police officers and turned them away.

Two hundred yards away, in another hotel, there was another team. Those were still waiting for their final order before they started what they were doing best. Snatching.

Their boss was standing on the balcony, watching through a pair of binoculars Devon and his boxers. He was shaking his head, muttering: "This is the weirdest snatch op in my entire life." Then he entered the living room door, still shaking his head.

'Get me through to the boss' he ordered.

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