A/N: Hi! First, thank you for the reviews! I didn't expect that many! Second, this chapter reveals another part of this story's plot. Third, I'm going to have to attribute The Deplascos and the mission part of the plot to my friend, who helped me with the plot a bit. Hope that you enjoy this chapter and it doesn't disappoint! Please review like you guys did last chapter! =P

Lastly, nothing's been beta'd or anything, so please be gentle about the editing and grammar.

Disclaimer: Don't own Chuck. I also do not own Firefly.

Casey walked down the stairs, into the Castle, and went to the Armory.

He began to clean his favorite gun, Vera, a "Callahan full-bore auto lock with customized trigger double cartridge thorough gauge." Then, he began to clean Lux, a mini-gun. For him, cleaning guns was therapeutic.

"Hey Casey! Have you seen…" Chuck called, as Casey swiveled around gun in hand, which, coincidentally, was pointed at Chuck. "Whoa, there buddy!" Chuck exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "Please don't shoot!"

Casey let out a grunt-chuckle.

"Please lower your gun. This is making me really, really, reeeeeaaaallly nervous!" Chuck squeaked.

"Casey, lower your gun!"

Both Chuck and Casey spun around at top speed, to see Special Agent Sarah Walker (at least her current alias said she was) Standing at the door, hand to her hidden gun holster.

"Fine." Casey obliged.

"Fine? Really? Just like that, you're gonna drop it?" Chuck questioned.

"Chuck… don't…" Sarah commanded, but something sounded week. Like she was somewhere else. The only people who would know she sounded weak, would be highly trained operatives and Chuck.

"Now…" Casey began. "If you two birdies don't mind, we have work to do."

"What?" Chuck teased. "No Love Birdies today?"

"Not today." Casey grunted.

"Does that have something to do with the fact that operatives aren't allowed to have personal lives and implies families?" Chuck asked, getting brave, and opening his mouth.

"Chuck…" Sarah warned. "Not today. Not now."

"If not, then when, Sarah? 'Cause this whole thing about weather or not you guys are allowed to have families is getting old. I mean, are you guys even real? I mean, how do I even know that you're not some super-robot-computers designed by the government?"

Casey chuckled. "Thanks for the credit, Bartowski, but your imagination is going kinda haywire!"

"He's right. That would be impossible." Sarah remarked.

"That's what everyone said about the Intersect, right?!?! Chuck would never be able to take out a bunch of men like that… he had no formal military training, and he just took out a bunch of grown people, TWICE HIS SIZE!!"

Chuck looked at Sarah. "Is there anything there anything that you can tell me?" his puppy dog eyes were directed at Sarah.

"I'm sorry Chuck." Sarah looked down.

"What are you… five? Grow up, Bartowski!"

"What are you… five, Casey?" Chuck mimicked Casey.

"I think that you two are acting less mature than three year olds." Sarah remarked.

"He started it!" Chuck remarked, pointing to Casey.

Stop it, you two. That's enough!" Sarah exclaimed, stepping between the two men, and putting a hand on each of their chests, to keep them apart.

"Beckman, calling!" An automated voice called from within the Castle.

The Agents turned around to a large, flat- screened monitor, to see General Beckman looking at the screen. "I'm sorry," the General apologized, looking at the situation. "Did I call at a bad time?"

"No Ma'am!" The two agents and analyst (or was he an agent now) chorused.

"Good." The General replied. "I have a mission for you. I'm sure you've heard of Tony Deplasco."

A teddy bear.

A razor.

A gun.

A dead LAPD officer.

Crime scene tape.

A tree.

A teddy bear.

"Agent Bartowski?" The General asked.

"Chuck?" Sarah asked. "What did you see?"

"He's been apart of a few drug deals. A drug bust. He had the money, paid his bale, and got a good lawyer. They couldn't charge him for anything."

"Tony Deplasco?" Sarah asked for confirmation.

Chuck nodded.

"That doesn't scream serial killer, though. Or Fulcrum." Chuck said.

"That's what we want you to look into." General Beckman. "We'll be setting you up covers, of course. Agent Casey, you'll be bartending."

Casey nodded.

"Agent Walker, you'll be posing as the date of Albert Deplasco, Tony Deplasco's brother."

A tree.

A teddy bear.A little boy running.

A mansion with a green lawn.

A pinstripe suit.

Cocaine.

A bottle of rum..

A teddy bear.

"He's got a pretty clean record, Ma'am. Some connections to the Mafia, but he doesn't have his brother's record." Chuck informed the others.

"I want you to look into that. I want you to be able to affirm your beliefs about Tony and Albert Deplasco and be able to stake your life on those beliefs."

"What is Agent Bartowski doing, General, if you don't mind me asking?" Chuck asked.

"Agent Bartowski, will be playing nanny to the Deplasco's and the guest's children. The Deplasco's always hire extra childcare for their events and their usual Nanny has a broken foot."

"Kids?" Sarah asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes. The Deplasco's are, after all, Hollywood's First Family."

Casey tried not to laugh. "Good luck, Bartowski." He snickered.