Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Chuck is property of NBC, and National Treasure by Disney, I think. This takes place after National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets, but during Riley's book tour. This is only my second Chuck fic, and my first crossover, so please let me know how it is. I hope you enjoy it! Also, a note. You don't have to read my other fic, Chuck vs The Resident Alien, to understand this fic, but there are some references to it and my OC from it, because that's my writing style. I carry on my stories through different stories. Sorry if that makes it difficult for you.

Chuck was indecisively scanning the non-fiction section of the Barnes & Noble in the Buymore plaza. He had been staring at the same shelf for ten minutes, looking for a birthday present for Sarah. He was never good at picking out gifts, and no matter how well he knew someone, he never knew what to get them. Something in his gut, however, had told him to buy her a book. Nothing caught his eye. He was about to give up hope and leave when he noticed a table set up towards the back. The table was stacked high with books, titled "The Templar Treasure". A sign over the table read, "signing by Riley Poole today, 11-3."

Chuck shrugged to himself, figuring it couldn't hurt to check out the books. The bored looking nerd behind the table sat up and ran his hands nervously through his hair when he saw Chuck approaching.

"Are you Riley Poole?" Chuck asked him.

"Yeah. Why? You've... You've heard of me?" he asked excitedly, adjusting his suit jacket to make himself look more professional.

Chuck shook his head sadly and pointed at the sign.

"Of course not. No one's heard of Riley Poole. Ben Gates gets all the credit." He sighed exasperatedly. Chuck raised his eyebrows. "Wait, you've never heard of Ben Gates either, have you?" Chuck shook his head again. "Yes. There's hope yet. What about the Templar Treasure? Have you ever heard of that?"

"Um...No? So what's your book about?"

"The Templar Treasure, which is like the world's biggest and most historic treasure, and other quote unquote urban legends that may or may not be real."

Chuck raised his eyebrows. "Cool." He had a better feeling about this book than any of the other numerous titles in the store, so he went with it. "It sounds interesting. I'm actually birthday shopping for a friend of mine, so I'll buy one."

Riley looked at him in awe. "Who do I make it out to?"

"Sarah."

"Okay." He signed the front page with a flourish. "I hope she enjoys it. And if you ever want to chat about it, here's my email." He went to jot it down on a scrap of paper, but Chuck stopped him. More out of pity than actually interest, he said," Why don't you just jot it down in another book. I'll get myself a copy, too."

Riley's jaw dropped. "Two books? Thank you. Who so I make this one out to?"

"Chuck." Riley signed the second book and Chuck shook his hand and left.

Chuck wrapped Sarah's copy back at home and flipped through his own, only half interested. By chapter two he was bored out of his mind. He stopped reading and just flipped through, looking at the pictures. One of the pictures sent more pictures flying through his head at high speed. He shook his head to clear it after the pictures stopped and sighed. "Yep, today's going to be one of those days."