I do not own Chuck or any recognizable ideas or characters from the TV Show. I do however own any original idea you see. Yeah. All me.

Charles 'Chuck' Irving Bartowski. 27 Years Old. Six Feet Two. Average Build. Lead Nerd of the Burbank Buy More Nerd Herd. The Intersect. The most important intelligence asset in the world. Guarded by the best agents from the top agencies of the USA. Major John Casey of the NSA and Agent Sarah Walker of the CIA.

7.15 AM. Save Me by Remy Zero. Chuck blinked his eyes open. He felt a warm body in his arms and golden blonde hair in his face. Sarah was instantly alert. Her trained eyes and senses searching for any immediate sign of danger. Window was open. Mrs. Gordon was telling off Jimmy and Finch the two college kids who lived below her for playing their music too loud. Casey's door was closed. She could hear Devon working out in the hall, shower was on. Ellie. And now, Chuck. With his arms around her, her hands over his. She moved slightly and he withdrew his arms hesitantly. The alarm shut off. Chuck and Sarah sat up against the headboard. She'd stayed over as a part of their cover.

"Sorry." He said.

"About what?"

"The arms…thing." He said avoiding her gaze and locked his hands together.

"Don't worry." She said with a small smile.

"It's a normal thing to do Chuck."

"Normal." He laughed humorlessly.

"Is that our kind of normal or everyone else's?" he said getting up. Sarah smiled lightly.

"Its just normal." He had his back to her and was picking up his Nerd Herd uniform off his coat hanger.

"If you two are done playing house could you kindly join me. We have a call." Casey said. The other two started. He was at the window a palm leave hanging over his shoulder. Sarah sprang from the bed and was dressed in moments. Chuck pulled his jeans on and followed Sarah out the window. Mrs. Gordon was muttering herself as she walked up the steps. She went silent watching the three enter Casey's apartment.

"Good Morning, Agent Walker. Major Casey. Chuck."

"General." The trio said.

"I apologize for the earliness of the call but something rather interesting has just happened. Chuck how well do you know your maternal grandparents?"

"Uh. Not at all? Mum never liked her parents and when she died we had no contact with anyone on her side of the family cause Dad moved Ellie and I to LA."

"Your Grandparents Chuck are Carlton Burke and Michelle Burke of New York City. Rhode Island to be more precise."

"What? But they're like…whoa rich." Chuck said.

"I take it you didn't know your mother's maiden name."

"I was 5 when she died."

"I apologize. As you know we intercept your mail."

"What? Oh whatever." Chuck sighed.

"Yes. Well this morning you received a letter from the estate of the Burke's. At seven forty two PM last Saturday the Burke's were involved in a car accident." Chuck cringed.

"Unfortunately they both passed away. Rest assured that the other driver is in custody for DUI, it was requested by the Burke's that their wealth be passed onto their only grandchildren. Eleanor and Charles Bartowski." Chuck looked confused.

"The Burke's wealth was estimated to be at 1.8 Billion Dollars. It was their wish that it be divided equally between you and your sister. The letter is now being delivered by our personal messenger. You should receive it momentarily. When you get it, it will detail what else you will inherit." Chuck nodded.

"Thank you General. When's the um funeral?"

"It happened yesterday Chuck." Chuck winced and nodded.

"They are buried next to your mother."

Casey and Sarah were staring at Chuck who stared at the blank screen.

"Well I had and lost grandparents. Pretty much even huh?"

"I'm sorry Chuck." Sarah said hugging him. Chuck grunted. The doorbell rang. Casey was up grabbing a Glock off the computer table and loading it. He typed a code into the alarm, the keypad descended over a screen.

"What?"

"Delivery for C. Carmichael from G. Beckman."

"Authorization?"

"Reagan."

"Through the slot." The letter landed in Casey's hands. He watched the screen then pushed a button and handed Chuck the letter.

"I should probably open this with Ellie." Chuck said staring at the letter.

ELEANOR AND CHARLES BARTOWSKI

1838 VAUGHN COMPLEX

ECHO PARK, LOS ANGELES

Sarah was waiting in Chuck's room when he got back from the shower.

"You ready?"

"I don't know. I never knew this people Sarah. Neither did Ellie. Why would they want us to inherit their money?"

"You're their only relatives Chuck." Chuck sniffed and nodded. He got dressed and was absent mindedly tying his tie when he realized it was in bow tie shape, but with a neck tie it just ends up looking ridiculous.

"Still thinking about the last mission?" Sarah asked as she fixed it for him.

"I'm sick of bowties." He said as he gazed at her. She smiled and she concentrated.

"I'll get the tech guys to whip up an Armani Neck Tie suit for you." She said as she stepped away. He smiled. She always managed to get it perfect.

"Come on then." He said grabbing the letter.

"El. We got a letter." Chuck said standing up from the breakfast table.

"We get a lot of letters Chuck." Ellie said for the sink.

"No. one for you and me. For Eleanor and Charles Bartowski." Ellie turned teeth gritted. She hated Eleanor. Chuck waved the letter.

Dear Eleanor and Charles,

You don't know us, but we are your grandparents. If you are reading this we have unfortunately passed without meeting you. We apologize. We did meet both of you once. Eleanor was three and Charles one. Even then we loved you greatly. But after that we never saw you face to face again. We are quite proud of both of you. Eleanor for being the top Emergency Orthopedics Surgeon in Los Angeles and Charles for managing to get into Stanford University, we were a bit upset when we discovered you were expelled but are very pleased to hear it was a fault by the University and you have finished your education and received a degree in Commerce and Computer Engineering. Seeing as you two are our only grandchildren we feel you rightfully deserve what we are about to give you. Nine Hundred Million Dollars Each.

Chuck and Ellie's eyes widened. Ellie stumbled backwards and Devon caught her.

"Ni-…nin…nine…nine hu…" she couldn't form her sentence.

Eleanor you inherit our seat on the United States Medical Board. You also will get our properties in the Hamptons, Rhode Island, France, Italy and Orange County. Charles you inherit ownership of the company we bought over. Burke Software. You also get our properties in Washington D.C, Germany, Spain, Los Angeles and Albany. All our furniture and vehicles and so forth that are in those properties automatically go to the owner. In the matter of the Burke Foundation. You both will get 50% of the Company. There is a hotel we own in Los Angeles. The Grand Mirage. That's in both your names now and the penthouse is yours. Our lawyers will visit you soon with the checks, the keys, the deeds etcetera. Know that we loved you both very much and regretted out days of not seeing you.

Your Grandparents

Carlton and Michelle Burke.

"Chuck." Ellie said softly.

"Its…wow." He said after a while.

"What is?" Devon and Sarah asked. There was a knock at the door. Devon answered to face two men in suits.

"Is this the residence of Eleanor and Charles Bartowski."

"Uh yeah."

"You are Charles?"

"No. Devon. Can I help you?"

"My name is Vance Hutch. This is my associate Christopher Burton. We represented Carlton and Michelle Burke. We're lawyers from Hutch, Burton and Kane."

"Who?"

"Let them in Devon." Ellie said. Devon stepped aside and the two lawyers entered.

"Charles and Eleanor?" Burton asked.

"Yeah."

"Yes."

"We apologize for the loss of your grandparents. They were good people. Rare to find in wealth." They said. Ellie and Chuck nodded.

"I'm sure you've received their letter. We're here to hand over everything." They put their briefcases on the table and popped them.

"These are the checks." Hutch said handing two envelopes with their names on it over.

"Deeds to the properties." Burton said handing over large thick brown envelopes over.

"Keys to the properties."

"Documentation of Burke Software and The Burke Foundation."

"Documentation of the Seat on the Medical Board." They snapped their briefcases shut.

"Your grandparents requested we offer our services to you."

"Don't you guys live in New York?"

"We're national ma'am."

"Um. Can we get back to you? This is a lot to take in."

"Certainly." They handed cards over and left. Chuck and Ellie stared at all the things in their hands then at each other.

A day had passed. Chuck and Ellie had banked in their checks. Stored everything else in safe deposit boxes. Everyone had gone to visit the L.A. Place which was a beautiful beachside mansion. They continued on as normal. Only at dinner the next night where Sarah was invited did they discuss what to do.

"Chuck I think-."

"Yeah. We should." Chuck said interrupting his sister and putting his silverware down.

"I'm leaving Buy More that's a definite." Ellie smiled.

"Good."

"I'll probably move into the LA place they gave me. Unless you want it in which case I'll take the hotel. In fact I want the hotel you take the LA Place."

"What about the apartment?"

"We're not selling it El."

"Of course not. And what about these companies?"

"Well the Burke Foundation has the COO running everything. I spoke to him already. The Foundation handles private equity. Its quite profitable and we have zero accountability. Burke Software is currently out of commission. The employees on leave. I…I think I want to takeover it El." Ellie beamed wider and nodded.

"My seat on the Medical Board has been confirmed."

"So….I'm going to resign tomorrow. Move out after that."

"We're going to stay till we get married." Ellie said squeezing Devon's hand. Chuck smiled.

Sarah and Chuck were walking by the beach eating ice-cream.

"The Company is very worried. With the asset having so many…assets they think you'll be dropping your workload." Chuck laughed. Sarah gazed at him as he watched the sea.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I don't suppose the fact I'm rich makes you want to date me does it?" he asked with a smile. She gave a small one herself and put a comforting hand on the side of his face.

"Not a chance." He gave a short laugh.

"Yeah didn't think so." He said looking at her.

"Sarah, I've been thinking a lot even before the letter. I think…I think I want to be an agent." Sarah choked on her ice-cream he patted her back anxiously. She stared at him.

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