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. The Agent classes are entirely mine and if I find out somebody stole it. I'll set Casey on you. I swear I will.
"You can't be serious." Beckman exclaimed.
"That's what we said." Casey and Sarah said to Beckman.
"General if you think about it why not? I have the intersect, I'm already trained mentally I have every page of the NSA, CIA, FBI and Police handbooks in my head. I know every move the agencies have. I can use them. All I need is the six month training. Which given the circumstances can even be shortened down to two weeks at minimum."
"Chuck. We never intended…"
"When I was in Stanford, I was on the way to becoming an Agent anyway. An agent who would be exactly what I want to be. What's the difference now? Being an Agent and not the asset with Casey and Sarah here we can be the best team you have."
"And what agency were you planning on joining?" Beckman asked. Chuck glanced from Sarah to Casey to Sarah and grinned.
"CIA."
"He's out of his freaking mind." Casey said as he angrily paced. Chuck had left and Sarah and Beckman had returned.
"Casey."
"CIA? Whatever. NSA would be-." Sarah glared at him.
"To be honest the CIA's Acting Director and I have been considering this-."
"What?"
"Ever since your team found and eliminated the Fulcrum Threat, Chuck's key role in the plan have had us thinking for months. At certain times he has shown considerable talent in hand-to-hand combat from our manuals. Combined he was unbeatable."
"General with his new found wealth won't he be in the public spotlight?"
"Which gives him a prime cover. Most of our threats attend high society events Major Casey. This would also mean that there would be no need to eliminate Chuck."
"What?!" Sarah exclaimed.
"Every time we've rebuilt the Intersect. They've been wanting me to get rid of Chuck. The closest I got was after Intersect 2. I've been stalling ever since." Beckman grimaced.
"Tell Chuck we've accepted. He'll be shipped out to Palm Springs in a week where you two will train him. Find Roan Montgomery. We'll send some back-up trainers as well. The security is tip-top. It will also allow us time to strip Burbank free of our equipment and be ready to renovate Burke Software Tower and Chuck's new residence."
"Very well General. Um what's the situation with the new Director of the Agency?"
"Its down to two candidates now. And I very much doubt Nicholas Bunter is getting it. He'll meet you in Palm Springs."
Chuck and Sarah were browsing car yards.
"Chuck you have all the money you could ever want now. Get your dream car."
A black Ford Shelby GT500KR Mustang roared into the Buy More parking lot. A leather shoed foot hit the ground. Chuck stood upright shutting his door. He was wearing a black Armani suit and a black shirt. No tie with the top button open. He wore killer sunglasses and drew the attention of everyone in the parking lot. He entered the Buy More. None of his friends recognized him. Even Morgan came up to him.
"Good morning, sir. Welcome to the Buy More."
"Morgan. Its me." Morgan's eyes widened.
"Why do you sound like Chuck Bartowski but look like a young George Clooney?" Chuck took his glasses off.
"Chuck! What the-?!"
"I'll explain everything. Just not right now. Come by my new place tonight. Grand Mirage Penthouse." He said. Morgan looked confused.
"I'm changing Morgan. I have to. I can't stay here anymore." He said patting his friends back and walking away. He entered Big Mike's office.
"Hey Big Mike."
"Bartowski." Mike said not looking up.
"I quit." Chuck said dropping his letter of resignation. Mike dropped his coffee cup and stared then his eyes widened.
"What do you mean you quit?" Mike said standing up.
"I can't stay here Mike. I have to move on."
"You're the back bone of Buy More Chuck."
"I'll still be here. Are you kidding? You have unlimited access to new games and a Plasma Screen."
"What's with the suit?"
"I um. I came into a bit of money recently."
"You know you're supposed to give notice." Chuck sighed as he dove into his pocket. He brought a money clip and took all the money out and handed it Big Mike.
"This should cover it."
"There must be a thousand dollars here!" Chuck smiled wryly.
"All right clear your locker out Bartowski. Hang on pick your replacement as Lead Nerd." Chuck looked out to his friends.
"Anna."
"Mm. good choice. Patel and what's his face are…"
"Lester and Jeff will always be Lester and Jeff."
Chuck smiled as he cleared out his locker. Jerking back old memories. He put a picture of him and Morgan as the Worm a few Halloween's ago. He looked at the empty metal box and shut the door. BARTOWSKI still printed on the locker protected under a plastic cover. He picked up his box, taking one last look around the employee lounge he walked out. Everyone was gathered on the walkway to the exit. Jeff was wearing a kilt and was holding a set of bagpipes. He began playing Amazing Grace. The others put their hands over their hearts, they watched him sadly as he walked towards them. He rolled his eyes.
"Guys. I'm only resigning for god's sake."
"We'll miss you Chuck."
"How did Jeff get a kilt and bagpipes?"
"He always had them in his locker. We've been planning this since Sarah came along." They indicated a portrait of Chuck. Their signatures around the frame with messages. Chuck's Nerd Herd tag and shirt and tie were on a table in front of it.
"You guys stole my shirt and tie? Are you insane?! I've been wearing the same shirt and tie for two years because of that!"
Chuck walked out to the parking lot, the others following him. He threw his box into the backseat and turned to face them. They saluted him.
"Yeah..I'll see you guys tomorrow." Chuck got into the Mustang. He revved the engine and tore off.
"This is the saddest day in Buymoria history." Morgan said sadly
"Yeah. I call dibs on his locker." Lester said.
"Bullshit! I'm his best friend I should get it!"
"GET YOUR BUTTS BACK IN BEFORE I FIRE YOUR ASSES!" Big Mike yelled.
As Chuck drove he slipped on his sunglasses. Chuck was never one for materialism. But if he had the money, why not use it? He roared down the 5 towards the Grand Mirage Hotel. One of the tallest buildings in LA. Awarded the Five Diamond Award four years running. The best architectural design in the Western United States. And Chuck owned it. A ringing sound erupted in the car.
"Ah!"
"Voice Recognition Accepted. Call for C. Bartowski from J. Casey."
"Uh…I'll take it?"
"Bartowski. Where are you?"
"Casey?"
"Where are you moron?"
'In my car. Where are you calling from?"
"Your hotel."
"No I mean why are my car speakers broadcasting you?"
"CIA vehicle. Think Bartowski put that brain to use every once in a while."
"You-."
"Where are you?"
"On my way to the hotel."
"Detour. We're still working here."
"What did you do to my car?"
"We NSA and CIA'd it. Head to your sister's house. You still have some crap there."
"Casey I don't appreciate you calling my treasured items. 'crap'." No response.
"Casey? CASEY!"
"Call Terminated."
"Oh…that's…that's…that's just….that's just not nice." Chuck said as he turned.
Chuck parked in front of the Complex. He grinned as he got out. Most of the tenants were staring at him. Or so he thought. Ellie had just bought an Aston-Martin DB9 for herself and a Lamborghini Gallardo for Devon. Chuck parked in between the two cars. He bit his bottom lip as his eyes widened looking at them. He walked into the apartment.
"El! I'm here to pick up some stuff."
"Hey Chuck." Ellie said kissing his cheek.
"Chuck. Awesome." Devon raised his hand. Chuck sighed and high-fived him.
"Saw the new cars guys. El. Nice."
"I'm not driving it babe. I told you. Its your money you shouldn't spend it on me."
"Devon."
"I'll take it." Morgan said walking into the living room from the bedroom corridor.
"How did you get in here?"
"Morgan Door."
"Weren't you just at work?"
"Brought the General Morgan." Chuck covered his eyes shaking his head.
"Didn't Anna make him sell that stupid Dodge?" Ellie asked Chuck,
"Yeah. He painted his Mum's Prius to look like it." Chuck said taking his glasses off.
"Morgan. Go. Away." Ellie said.
"But if Awesome doesn't want the Lamby. Give it to me."
"Devon wants the Gallardo. Now go away."
"Morgan you should probably get back to work buddy. I have to go soon anyway."
"Ok. Fine but you are explaining everything tonight."
"Yep."
Chuck took one last final look around his room. He was carrying a sports bag and another box. The room was bare. The bed stripped, the desk empty. He walked out to the living room. He dropped everything he was holding when he saw Devon. He too had a kilt and bagpipes.
"Devon. I will not be your best man!" Devon dropped his bagpipes looking sad.
"Oh come on Chuck. He only practiced for when you might leave." Ellie said.
"Please." She whispered.
"Fine. Fine." Awesome grinned and began to play.
"I'm only moving to the city!"
Chuck walked out to see a Porsche parked behind the Aston-Martin. Sarah was leaning against the Mustang.
"Glad to see Ellie and Aweso-uh I mean Devon are enjoying themselves." Chuck laughed as he put the bag and box into the backseat too.
"Can I go to my place now? Or is Casey still being Casey?"
"He's moved to the Burke Software Tower. Come on give me a ride. We have to talk anyway."
Chuck gave her a sidelong look as they drove down the highway.
"So?"
"Secure car for class 1 Conversation." Sarah said. The car's stereo shut off and it sounded like compressed air was being released.
"You only have a day Chuck. Tonight. They'll be abducting you and taking you to Palm Springs."
"Palm Springs? Why?"
"Its where your training is Chuck. Casey and I will be there. So will Roan and a few others."
"Roan? Wow. Haven't seen him since um the Victoria Beckham mission. Where is he?"
"We don't know yet."
"Where is Casey going to live now anyway?"
"The NSA purchased the floor below you for him."
"Looks like the Mirage have lost the their two most profitable floors huh?" Chuck said as they exited the highway and approached the building.
"I guess."
"Where are you going to live?"
"I don't even know. How are you Chuck? Really?"
"Really? Um. My hands are moist what does that tell you?" Sarah smiled at him.
"You did suggest it Chuck. But I just don't get why?" Chuck glanced at her. She saw it in his eyes.
"Many reasons Sarah." He said turning into the parking lot.
"By the way can I get a manual for my car?"
"Its in your place along with a manual for the penthouse itself."
"That'll come in handy."
"Chuck talk to me. Why?"
"I…I realized that I wont ever leave this career path anymore. So why not advance in it? Why not learn how to handle myself instead of leaving it to you and Casey all the time."
"That's it?"
"That's it for now." Chuck said getting out.
They walked into the lobby.
"Looking sharp Mr. B!" called the man at the desk. Chuck looked at him and went blank. His eyebrow twitched then he looked around wildly. His eyebrows furrowed.
"Thank you Pete." He got into the elevator with Sarah.
"Peter Holloway. CIA Security Specialist. Why is he the manager of my hotel?"
"Chuck we need to have people stationed everywhere you are. Holloway is one of three agents we have in the hotel. Casey and I are going to be working at Bartowski Software."
"I…what?!"
"Casey and I will-."
"No! I mean what the hell is Bartowski Software?"
"That's what we all assumed you would rename the company?"
"I suppose so. I was thinking maybe Zenith Software actually."
"Well that's cool Chuck. Casey will be taking point as your Director of Security and I'll either be your Vice-President or Assistant." Chuck raised an eyebrow.
"And who chooses?"
"You do."
"Well if Casey gets to take Director of Security without my knowledge-."
"Chuck that was the only job that suited what he'd have to do."
"VP Sarah. I wont let you go from an Orange Orange to an Assistant. You're too good for that." The lift jerked to a halt.
"Please provide authorization to enter the Penthouse." Sounded the computer female voice.
"Agent Charles Irving Bartowski. Authorization Romeo Echo One."
"Agent Sarah Lisa Walker. Authorization Juliette Echo One."
"Voice Recognition and Passwords accepted. Welcome to codename Chamber, Agent's Bartowski and Walker." The elevator moved again and chimed open. It opened to the most magnificent entrance hall imaginable. So finely decorated was it that it looked like a photoshoot was about to take place here. Right across the elevator were a set of curved shelves. No back so the sunlight from the room behind poured in. Chuck and Sarah stepped out. Wooden floor beneath their feet. They stepped around the shelves and onto plush white carpet. The living room had modern furniture, black leather and dark brown suede. The entire wall facing the elevator was mostly made of windows one of which was a French door leading to the 360 degree balcony. A spiral staircase was to the left of the gigantic floor leading to the upper levels. Chuck whistled. Two books lay on the glass coffee table. Bound in black leather. Four remote controls next to them. It almost looked like Bruce Wayne's apartment from The Dark Knight there was even a helipad outside on the east side complete with a CIA'd helicopter. The west was a pool and Jacuzzi.
"The CIA had fun Chuck. The place is so big and luxurious we could outfit almost everything with gadgets."
"I have a question. Now that I'm CIA can I find out your real name?" Sarah smiled wryly. She withdrew her badge and handed it to him.
"Flash, Chuck." Chuck opened the leather and read the name. his face instantly went blank.
"Agent Walker has had several aliases. Katie O'Connell, Rebecca Franco, Jenny Burton being the name she graduated high school with. Most recently has had the alias as Sarah Carmichael. Original name on birth certificate reads…Sarah Lisa Walker? What?!" Sarah nodded and laughed.
"Graham was being a little funny. My parents were Marie and Jack Walker, Chuck. You've met my Dad. Mom died when I was four months old. And after that Dad and I never used Walker. He always kept Jack though. Let me pick my first name. Graham thought it was a good name and easy to remember. So, you've always known me Chuck."
"Well I feel…better about that at least. Hey did you see the paper this morning? New Director of the Agency?"
"Yeah. Casey and I were expecting it for a while. He was the one running the show when Graham died anyway. He was a good Deputy Director. He'll make an excellent Director. We're supposedly meeting him soon."
"He's an ex Air Force man. Family in politics. Born in Newport in '78. Father was a State Senator. Brother was an Attorney General and a Supreme Court Justice along with his sister. Mother was a Governor. Father and Mother are currently in protection. Brother and sister have retired to the Valley."
"You flashed?"
"This morning. He's a little young to be a director isn't he? He's only four years older than us."
The newspaper, the car, the Mirage and Chuck's penthouse. I have all those images on my profile page