Alrighty, so we're onto chapter two. First let's get the reviews over with.

jwatkins: Interesting. It is certainly different than anything I have read so far. I'd like to see where you take this

Reply: Well, it's seriously an interesting experience, writing this. Not sure how this will go down, but hopefully this story will at least be decent. Anyway, I'm glad that you're interested, and hopefully this next chapter will be as interesting.

Guest: Morgane? That's a stretch. Especially when you could have just stuck with Morgan. It's a unisex name.

And to paraphrase, Dr Ian Malcolm, maybe you were so preoccupied with whether you could write this, you forgot to consider whether you should.

Reply: In response to your first statement, okay, thanks for the info on that. I've revised the previous chapter so that way Morgan's name is still... well, Morgan.

In response to your second statement... well, I happen to be a fan of Jurassic Park myself. And I did consider whether or not I should be writing this. But you know what? The truth is that I don't have a clue as to the answer. *shrugs* I'll just have to find out as I write.

Anyway, this story is going to become even more AU than initially planned. I won't say any more because of spoilers.

. . .

"Does the Orangy-Orange Sprinkle Supreme have tunaroni in it?" Jeff asked. "You know- tuna and pepperoni smushed together in perfect harmony?"

"I'm pretty sure it doesn't," Sarah told him, seemingly startled by the odd question. "I'm sorry, Jeff."

"Lady," Lester spoke up, "sorry doesn't even begin to cut it. Now get this man some tunaroni!"

Sarah looked at the duo with narrowed eyes, suspicion in her gaze. "Alright, what on Earth did you two inhale this time? You're not normally this... weird." She reconsidered a moment. "Actually, I take that back. You two always behave like this."

Jeff gave Sarah a smile, evidently pleased by her comment. "Weird is our job."

"It's our career," Lester added.

"And serving my customers yogurt is my job," Sarah told them bluntly, not impressed. "So if you're not going to order anything, I suggest you let the lovely couple behind you get something to eat before I kick you out myself."

Lester raised his hands, his expression somewhat offended. "Fine. It's our money and our time you're losing."

Sarah rolled her eyes as the duo left the little restaurant. Then she looked over at the couple, who surprisingly seemed somewhat amused by the exchange. "Sorry about that. What can I do for you?"

Lester meanwhile was talking Jeff's ear off as they walked across the street, ranting about how frustrating women could be. Jeff just remained silent, letting his best friend vent. Once Lester was out of angry things to say, Jeff asked, "So do you wanna see if we can swipe Big Mike's snack sub when he goes to the bathroom? You know, for his thirty-minute magazine browsing?"

Lester seemed to brighten up at the suggestion. "You know, that's a brilliant idea."

Later...

Lester sat at the Nerd Herd desk beside Jeff, holding an ice pack to his eye. "Note to self- never try to steal Big Mike's sub ever again. This was a terrible idea."

"Agreed," Jeff replied, rubbing a bruise on his cheek. "Big Mike can really hit hard. My cheek is still tingling like crazy and- whoa!"

"Whoa what?"

"Lester, I think I'm in love."

Lester turned his head to look at Jeff with a thoroughly confused expression. "What are you talking about?"

"Hi, I'm looking for a Lester Patel," a feminine voice announced from the other side of the desk. Lester quickly looked at the source, startled. The speaker was a dark-haired woman with chocolate brown eyes and lustrous tanned skin. Lester's eyes widened in happy recognition as he forgot about his black and blue eye for the moment.

"Leslie! What're you doing here?"

"Leslie?" Jeff asked blankly.

"Oh, right, you two haven't been introduced," Lester said. "Jeff, meet my... highly successful sister Leslie." His words had a strong twinge of jealousy to them. "Leslie, meet my best friend and fellow Nerd Herder Jeff."

Leslie smiled at Jeff pleasantly. "Nice to meet you, Jeff."

"Same here," Jeff replied, grinning. "You look just like Lester, but with boobs."

Lester wrinkled his nose. "Jeff, please don't make me uncomfortable to be alone with you."

Leslie just laughed at the awkward response to Jeff's odd observation (which actually wasn't that far from the truth) and said, "I was wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for a Chuck Bartowski. He's supposed to work here."

"Of course, you didn't come here just to visit me," Lester muttered under his breath, a sour feeling in his chest. Then he told her, "I have no clue where Bartowski is anymore. He's been going on a lot of unscheduled installs lately."

"He's been doing it for almost three years," Jeff corrected.

Lester thought a moment. "You know what? You're right, Jeffrey. Maybe he's... you know, been doing it with his girlfriends?"

"Do you know when he'll be back?" Leslie asked, not really interested in the discussion of whether or not Chuck was doing you-know-what with his girlfriends.

Jeff shrugged. "Sometimes Chuck doesn't get back until the next day."

"Sometimes he even spends a week away on a so-called 'install,'" Lester added. "If you're looking to hook up or something, forget it. Hannah's already got him wrapped around her pretty little finger."

Leslie shook her head. "I'm not interested in Chuck romantically. I have some business with him. When you see him..." She took a scrap of paper out of her purse and handed it to her brother. "... give him this. It's from a friend of mine. And... don't show it to anyone else. And don't look at it." With that, Leslie turned and started walking away, an odd agitation trailing behind her.

Lester jumped up from his seat and caught up to Leslie. "Wait! Shouldn't we catch up while you're, you know, in town? It's been a while since we last saw each other..."

Leslie stopped walking and looked at Lester with a small frown. "I'm afraid I'm here on business. I'll call you if I have time to hang out with you, okay?"

Lester nodded, now smiling again. "Okay."

Leslie smiled back and started off towards her vehicle. Lester watched her until she got in and drove away. When he returned to the Nerd Herd desk, he stopped to see Jeff reading the paper Leslie gave them. Lester quickly scurried over and snatched the paper out of Jeff's hands. "What do you think you're doing?! Leslie said not to read it."

"Dude, her friend wrote something really weird on the paper," Jeff told him. "I couldn't help myself."

In spite of what his sister said, Lester's curiosity peaked. He looked down at the neatly folded paper and gently opened it up. His eyes immediately landed on the following words:

They know your secret now, Bartowski. Your efforts were for nothing. I'm coming for you.

"'They know your secret now?'" Lester repeated. "'Your efforts were for nothing?'" The Nerd Herder processed this for a moment. Then he shook his head. "It must be some weird flirt-code or something."

Jeff shrugged. "Wanna see if Grimes fell victim to our trap yet?"

Lester smirked at the suggestion, carelessly stuffing the weird note in his pocket. "Heck yes." Jeff took out his spare-for-the-spare phone and tapped into the hidden camera in the break room. Lester quickly hurried to Jeff's shoulder and looked at the screen. His excited smile was quickly replaced by an expression of astonishment. "Oh, you have got to be... of course Skip just had to go in first! Why is it our plans never work?!"

Clearly the duo, as clever as they were, didn't account for the fact that the tripwire screwed up their entire plan due to the fact that literally anyone could just walk into the break room and... you know, trip over the wire. On the phone screen, Jeff and Lester could see their fellow Nerd Herder Skip Johnson sprawled on the shiny white tile floor, knocked out cold from what had to be a nasty fall. Morgan on the other hand was nowhere in sight.

"Well, that was disappointing," Jeff said.

"What's disappointing?" a familiar voice asked. Jeff and Lester looked up simultaneously at Morgan, who stared right back at them with a suspicious gaze. "What did you two do now?" she demanded. Then her eyes landed on the bruises on their faces. "And what happened to your faces?"

"Nothing," Jeff told her, quickly closing the app on the phone. "Did you know Lester's sister is hot?"

Lester turned to look at Jeff and said in a low voice, "You know, you don't have to tell everyone here you met my sister."

"Really?" Morgan asked, ignoring Lester and keeping her attention on Jeff. "What's her name?"

"Leslie. Hey, Lester, since she's your sister, does that mean I have permission to hit on her?" Lester gave Jeff a smile and a pat on the shoulder, his silent equivalent of a "Yes." Jeff looked at Morgan, grinning. Then his smile faltered. "Sorry, Morgan, but Leslie's taller."

Morgan looked at the Nerd Herder questioningly, then decided she really didn't want to know what he meant. "Uh huh. Good for you. Uh... just get back to work-"

Lester then remembered the note he was supposed to give Chuck. He fished it out of his pocket and practically shoved it in Morgan's face. Jeff looked at Lester, then at Morgan. "Oh yeah, Leslie wanted us to give that to Chuck. She said not to look at it, but we kinda did anyway. We think it might be some kind flirt-code. Too bad for Chuck, cuz I already have dibs."

"Uh, okay. That's... nice," Morgan replied uncertainly, taking the note from Lester's hand. "I'll be sure to give this to Chuck if I see him," Morgan continued. She considered something a moment and looked at Lester. "Leslie, huh? Your family must really like the letter 'L.'"

In spite of himself, Lester's mouth twitched in amusement at the observation.

Morgan noticed, but made no comment. She started walking away and opened the note, curious to see if Jeff and Lester were right in their assumption. She stopped walking as she read, then closed the note back up after finishing. Her trembling hands were breaking out in a sweat. "Chuck needs to see this," Morgan murmured.

She looked over her shoulder back at Jeff and Lester, who were laughing about something they were looking at on a computer. If this note was what Morgan thought it was, then Chuck wasn't the only one in trouble.

. . .

Yeah, my plans went from purely funny pranks and fluff with some angst to this very quickly. I may have to revise this chapter later, btw. But I'm okay with the overall result. There are some spots I feel still need some polishing though (namely the scene where Jeff and Lester see their prank plan has failed).

And Skip Johnson is actually a character from the Chuck show. You can find some, although very little, information about him on the Chuck Wiki.