Author's note: I really shouldn't be doing this, but stuff it. I have far too many multi-chap stories going on and they all need my attention…so it doesn't exactly help by starting another one. However, this is Chuck I'm talking about. I have gotten so hooked that I just simply have to do this. Can't promise quick and swift updating….it will happen when it happens. But I promise, it will be finished. I hate not finishing stories.

So! Here we go. This is going to be generally a Jellie fic as I am a fan of the pairing. This will also be a mixture of genres…little bit of action…angst…tragedy….humour and later some good ole fashion romancing. Please, see what you think of this first instalment. Enjoy.

The Colonel Versus The Sister

"Do You Think John Casey Is An Attractive Dude?"

It had been almost a year since Doctor Devon Woodcombe had learnt of his brother-in-law's true vocation. At the time, to know that Chuck Bartowski was a spy (or rather he had all of the Government's secrets inside his brain, had two agents protecting him and was going on dangerous missions) was totally awesome. His wife's little brother wasn't just some going-nowhere Buy More Nerd Herder, he was out saving the country, or on an even more awesome scale…saving the world.

All Devon had been asked to do was to protect Ellie.

To keep Chuck's secret meant keeping Ellie safe and so he never spoke of what Chuck did or who Sarah Walker and John Casey really were. At first Devon knew that he had been totally un-awesome in his lying; it was wrong to do that to Ellie. He hated lying but if it would keep her safe then he had to.

Eventually Devon got better at covering for Chuck. When Ellie's brother was out on a mission and a cover was needed, Devon always came up with a story to tell his wife, which would keep Chuck from getting his sister's worried and hysterical interrogations. Most of the time, when he and Ellie were working at the hospital, it never mattered…but Chuck could rely on Captain Awesome.

Though he wasn't quite sure on his handlers. Sarah, Chuck's cover (and he suspected real) girlfriend was okay…awesomely hot for a CIA chick, but it was the other one that worried him.

John Casey (correction, Colonel Casey) was a mystery. Devon had known him for over a year as their neighbour; Casey had been invited over several times by Ellie to their family dinners and at that time Devon thought he was cool. The guy worked out, his biceps were bigger and harder than his own, the guy had a frame and build like a solid steel wall and he would have been even more awesome if he had accompanied Devon on his white water rapid weekend. But of course, that day Devon broke into his apartment and found all the surveillance equipment; when Casey had threatened him with a gun, Devon had thought him a psycho. However Chuck told him everything, he said that Casey was in the NSA and he was there to protect him.

The guy was a killer and that didn't sit well with Devon, who had sworn an oath to never do harm. But Casey was protecting Chuck; he was doing his duty to the country and its citizens, protecting them in ways that were obviously not as moral. Colonel Casey's oath was completely opposite to Doctor Woodcombe's. He didn't like it, but Devon could understand, if only a little bit, how Casey and people like him would and could do what they did. Devon got that feeling and sense of duty and honour in Casey every time they crossed paths. He was so stiff, he behaved like the steel wall he was…except when he was round for dinner.

He was a different person when he came round, but Captain Awesome didn't think his "pretence" was completely fake. Beneath that steel and emotionless barrier blocking out the sunlight, Devon suspected there were feelings John wanted or needed to express. With all the things John Casey had done or would do, he suspected that there wasn't much else in his life. No wife or family, no comforts of normal pleasures whilst being dedicated and bound to the service of the country. The dude must be lonely.

What he needed was a good lay; a chance to spend some hot and sweaty moments with a beautiful dudette that dug him. But then, what sort of a woman would go for a man like Colonel Casey?

"Babe?"

Ellie looked up from her meal at the other end of the table, smiling as she chewed before swallowing a mouthful of roast chicken. Chuck, Morgan, Sarah and Anna didn't even stop in their eating as the magnificent spread that Ellie had laid out before them was far too lush to be distracted from.

Devon thought about his question and whether he could get into trouble from Walker and Chuck about it, or even that Casey himself might hear through the audio feeds. Then he remembered Chuck saying that John was away on a solo reconnaissance mission, so it would be safe to ask without fear of the Colonel overhearing on the surveillance. But how would his CIA partner handle it?

Captain Awesome couldn't see how she would see it as a problem, for fixing a fellow man up with a chick isn't exactly a threat to National Security.

"Yes, Devon?" asked Ellie, still smiling sweetly at him.

"Do you think John Casey is an attractive dude?"

The sounds of synchronized choking and coughing from around the table caught Devon by surprise, but his question had been more shocking for three of them. Chuck was coughing and looked to be turning a little red, so Devon whacked him several times on the back to prevent him from choking even more.

Morgan was clearly in shock, as a clump of sweet potato and marshmallow slowly dribbled from his mouth; Sarah was politely coughing, her hand covering up a smile that Devon couldn't help but notice.

"Wha-wha-WHY?!" gasped Chuck as he took a gulp of his wine and tried to catch back his breath. "Why would you even ask that question, Devon?!"

"Yes."

Chuck sprayed a mouthful of wine over the remains left on his plate and Devon saw Morgan nearly fall off his chair when both Ellie and Anna responded to his question. Sarah didn't say anything, as the whole topic of finding her NSA partner sexy was quite laughable.

"Sweetie?" Morgan looked just as Chuck did, as if he had been punched in the stomach and betrayed deeply by the one he loved. "You…you think Casey is…sexy?"

"Sure." said Anna, beaming a smile that looked straight from a manga comic. "He's like a big grizzly bear…the way he growls!"

"Anna!!! Please…my ears! My heart…you're breaking it!" Morgan whined.

"Aw don't worry, Morgan." Anna flung her arms around his neck and kissed at his bearded chin. "You're my man, I won't have anyone else. That I promise!"

"But…but…but…Casey?!" Morgan shivered. "The guy is…"

"Intense, but sweet." Anna giggled when Morgan mouthed "sweet?!" in disbelief. "Well…he's always sweet to me."

"I don't see the problem with him." said Ellie, causing Chuck to grip at his chest as if he was having a heart attack. "He's charming, polite and very courteous. And yes, Devon…I think he is an attractive man, I can't say otherwise or I'd be lying."

"'Preciate the honesty babe." Devon winked at her and she winked back.

"Sis…have you gone crazy?" Chuck barely managed to get the words out. "Do you know who you're talking about?"

Ellie propped her elbows up onto the table and rested her chin on the back of her clasped hands. She gave her brother a slightly disapproving glare.

"Yes, I'm talking about our neighbour and friend. Granted, he does seem a little strange at times," Devon knew that Ellie was recalling the time they had found John rummaging through Chuck's bedroom. "But he is always so polite with us and absolutely charming. What do you think, Sarah?"

The CIA agent was having difficulty in keeping a straight face and Devon didn't blame her. This was her partner they were talking about and it must seem like a really ridiculous subject. However she finally managed to compose herself and Devon nervously carried on eating after he saw a glance in his direction. In those brown eyes, the sweetness and innocence she normally portrayed vanished, replaced by what Devon could only describe as a "killer" glare.

"He's nice enough. Not my type." Sarah patted her hand gently against Chuck's which made him smile lovingly back. Of course seeing her brother so happy in love made Ellie's big beaming smile of light glare brighter.

"I was only asking…'cause I thought perhaps the John-meister might be having troubles with getting a chick." said Devon, relaxing a little when he saw Chuck and Morgan briefly snigger like school boys. Obviously because the "geeks" had a girl and Casey didn't. "We know some gals at the hospital we could set him up with…what you think, babe?"

"Oh that would be wonderful!" said Ellie getting up and walking to the kitchen to get some more wine. "I haven't seen him out with any woman at all and it is sad a nice guy like him to be so lonely."

"Maybe he's gay." said Anna, with just a tiny little pout on her lips.

To see Sarah Walker in such hysterics was new to this close family group. She actually had to push away from the table and curl over, holding her sides as tears streamed down her cheeks. Not exactly a professional reaction, but it was funny. Chuck and Morgan were laughing too, but even Ellie knew that it would not be the brightest thing in the world to say to John Casey. Chuck gently rubbed at Sarah's back in an attempt to calm her down and when she eventually did, she grabbed her glass of wine and took little sips to wet her cracking dry throat.

"I don't think he is, Anna." said Ellie opening the new bottle and pouring herself a generous amount into her own empty glass. "I know he doesn't have someone, but I think perhaps an arranged date will do him a world of good. I could ask Heather…he is her type."

"No…she wouldn't be his." Chuck said, giving Sarah an 'are you all right?' look. When she nodded and continued on with her meal, Chuck dug back into his; forking a load of veg into his mouth. He frowned as he remembered that he had spat wine all over it. Spitting it delicately back onto his fork, he placed it down and shoved his plate away. "He likes brunettes."

"You've seen him with someone to know his type, Chuck-dude?" asked Devon.

"Yeah…Ilsa was beautiful and he loved her very much…at least I think he…" He stopped himself as he realised that he had gone too far with revealing Casey's private and personal info. Sarah knew he had as she glared at him with wide scolding eyes. "Erm…perhaps we'd best not talk about Casey now…it's not fair because he's…well….not here."

"Yes." Sarah's tone had a cold harshness to it. "Let's not talk about him."

Devon regretted bringing up the subject now. He saw the cold indifference between the couple and concluded that despite all the "lies" in Casey's cover, what Chuck had revealed was definitely not made up. It was information that others shouldn't be knowing. Heck, all Devon wanted to do was get the guy some action. Even a secret NSA agent had to have some fun in his life.

Awesome didn't feel any better when for the rest of the evening he could see the scheming mind of his wife working away as she smiled and grinned. She muttered a few names of nurses, that only he heard and he knew she wasn't going to let this go.

This was not awesome.

He had stopped the bleeding as best he could, but he was still very weak and if he had been anyone else, he would have gone to the hospital or called for an ambulance. But there was no time and he wasn't just anyone.

Colonel John Casey crawled on his bloody hands and knees towards the car. No help was coming, not from Walker or Bartowski and his time was running out. He had to get back and stop that agent, he had to ignore the pain of his bruised red dripping face, the cracked ribs and knife cuts over his bare torso. The life of the intersect was in danger and his safety was what mattered.

John coughed, hacking up blood from his mouth and managed to slowly climb up into the SUV. His head was throbbing, excruciating pain was all over his stripped body, but there was the drive and the determination not to fail in his mission.

If he was unable to take on this new Fulcrum agent, then Bartowski and Walker certainly wouldn't be able to. This guy was unlike any opponent he had ever been up against and that made him the most dangerous of all.

No amount of beatings or torture was going to stop Casey now. This fulcrum agent had known what was in his head without even asking questions and he had found out the secrets John had been trying to protect. He knew who the Intersect was and John had to get back there in time. He had to do something.

He couldn't fail.

"Hello?"

Ellie smiled at the suave young man standing on her doorstep. He was dressed in a very fine black suit that fit his tiny figure perfectly and he had the most waviest blonde hair she had ever seen. Also, his eyes were a cold and eerie blue. Devon stood behind her and instantly he didn't like this guy.

"Hi…sorry to disturb you, ma'am, sir." he said with a charming and chirpy voice. "I'm looking for John Casey? I'm an old friend of his and I was told he lived round here."

Devon pressed his hand against Ellie's shoulder and squeezed, she looked up at him and her smile vanished when she saw his "this is not awesome" face. It wasn't, Devon could instantly feel that something was not right about this guy. If he knew John Casey, then he could be real bad news.

"He doesn't live round here." he said. "Think you got the wrong place, dude."

"Sorry." said Ellie, who was looking extremely uncomfortable, not only at the stranger before her, but how Devon was behaving. She was creeped out.

"Oh now that is such a damned shame." The guy shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "What am I going to do?"

Go away, thought Devon. But the man didn't, he stood smiling at them, not in the slightest bit worried. He placed one hand round his back and cupped his chin with the other, pondering. Devon instinctively pulled Ellie slowly back into the house and stood in front of her.

He was glad he did, for the barrel of a gun shoved in his belly only a few seconds later.

"Oh yeah…I know what I'm going to do now. You my good Doctor Woodcombes are going to take me inside and allow me access to the Intersect. Take me to Chuck Bartowski."

TBC