A little nothing.


Chuck vs. the Speed Date


The tall, breathtaking blonde walked to the counter. She had taken one look at Chuck and had fallen in love. She reached into her large purse and dug around. She took out a card. She turned it over and wrote on the back of it for a little while. Finished, she pushed it toward him.

"What's this?"

"My card, Chuck. I am CIA Special Agent Sarah Walker. On the back are all my aliases, along with the phone number for my burner phone, the phone number of my best friend, Carina, and my 18-digit Swiss Bank password. It's the account in which I have stashed away gray-water money during my ten year CIA employment."

Chuck turned the card in his hand, puzzled. "Why are you telling me all this? Giving me this?"

She looked at him, perplexed. "Because I fell in love with you when I came in, somewhere between the sliding doors and the Nerd Herd desk, and I figured if I fought it, it would just lead to a long, drawn-out, and painful courtship. Oh, and here..." She took a phone, an Intellicell in good working order, out of her purse. She dialed a number, then looked at Chuck, the phone against her ear. "I'm calling Langston Graham, CIA Director."

She turned her attention to the call. "Graham. Walker, secure. I'm going to put my future husband on the line. Yes, you heard right. Please tell him everything about my career, in exact detail."

She handed the phone to Chuck. He stood for a long while, listening, his face losing color. Finally, he said a bewildered, unsure thanks and closed the phone, handing it back to Sarah. She dug around again in her purse, pulling out a shiny, silver pistol. She put it on the counter. Then she pulled a tranq gun from her purse. She handed it to Chuck and stowed the silver pistol back in her purse. Chuck shrugged and stuffed the tranq gun in his belt. He covered it with his shirt tail.

"Do you like Mexican food, Chuck?" He nodded, but slowly and without emphasis, like he was not quite in control of his own head. "Good. I need to tell you about Bryce Larkin, my old partner, and your old buddy. He screwed you and...well, I can tell you about all that over lunch." She reached across the counter between them and took Chuck's hand, tugging it. He stepped around the counter. After he did, she reached up and straightened his tie.

Jeff and Lester walked up in time to see the gesture. "It's about damned time," Jeff commented.

Sarah took Chuck's hand and pulled him out of the Buy More. "After we eat, we need to get to the train station. We need a holiday."

"But I have a...supercomputer in my head, I think, Sarah."

She stopped pulling him and turned around, smiling.

"You know what they say about guys with supercomputers in their head.." She had a teasing look in her eyes.

Chuck shook his head. Sarah leaned close and whispered in his ear, her warm breath intensifying her words, their effect, her hands on his shoulders. Chuck jerked; his eyes rolled.

"Did you...flash, Chuck?" Sarah asked, stepping back a half-step.

Chuck did not say anything for a minute. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean but, um, no...I don't think that was a...flash." His face was red. It grew redder.

She blinked and looked at him mischievously, indulgently from beneath her eyelashes. "It's ok, Chuck. I know... everything...is happening fast. Here, just carry my purse in front of you."

Chuck was mortified. "Cause that makes it better?"

They left the Buy More together.