A/N: Thank you all for your awesome reviews so far. I guess this story is more eagerly anticipated than I thought. This chapter explores a bit more about life without Casey as well as some intertwining stories. But what happens next? Well stop reading this bit and get on with it =)

Together they sat in the Departure Lounge, admiring the way people could walk carefree about the place hoping for a break in Orlando. Chuck and Sarah sat next to each other, Sarah fiddling with her hair as she watched General Beckman examining her iPhone, slightly nervous around her superiors.

Chuck, to her shock, was ploughing ahead with a crossword.

"So General, I assume we're first class," Chuck asked at one point, stuck between two clues.

"You made two mistakes there, Chuck. Firstly, in public places you must refer to me as Diane so as not to blow our cover. Secondly, flying first class draws attention to ourselves. We will be flying economy class,"

Chuck smiled weakly, and Sarah digged him in the ribs. She looked over his shoulder, expecting to see Chuck struggling over an elaborated clue which Casey had once struggled on.

Instead was a secret message- She May Be With Us, But We Can Still Have Fun Right?

"100% correct so far Chuck," Sarah laughed, and Beckman stopped fiddling with her iPhone as their seats were called. Chuck gathered the backpacks and headed towards the gate.

"So, grandma taking you kids over to Orlando huh?" the sales assistant asked while showing their tickets. Beckman sneered slightly, making sure she took note of his name and Citizenship number before replying sweetly "Why yes, I feel my son and his girlfriend deserve a break,"

As they headed towards their seats, Chuck smiled at Beckman. "So I'm your son huh?"

"Figuratively, yes Chuck. Although don't let it get to your head,"

The cabin before them was two sets of two seats on either side. Four empty seats beckoned them right near the curtain divide at the front. Chuck and Sarah occupied the two on the right, leaving Beckman to collapse into the one on the left.

"General- I mean Diane- have you ever flown economy before?"

"Never. Although if my expectations are correct, everything should be perfect,"

An old, obese man waddled his way onto the plane and noticed the empty seat near the front. He patted his ticket, gave a large guffaw and threw himself onto the seat next to Beckman. He stretched out his large feet and started eating some Werther's Originals.

"Still got those expectations?"

*

What neither Team Bartowski nor Alicia Weiss knew was that they were temporarily separated by a thin blue curtain. Alicia had surprised Morgan by saying they were headed on first class.

"You mean, I'm actually allowed?" Morgan had asked unbelievably, spraying her with his hot dog.

They sat down in their leather seats: Alicia fiddling with her laptop whilst Morgan reminisced about the last time he was in first class. She tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around.

"Alicia, shouldn't we be listening to the flight instructional video?"

"Actually Morgan, I've got my own instructional video I want you to watch. It's all about video games. I think you'll like it,"

A series of images flashed up on the television, detailing characters such as Master Chief, Crash Bandicoot and Soap MacTavish. Morgan watched, not noticing the series of subliminal diagrams hidden beneath these images portraying the pictures of Morgan Grimes' life. How he had been abandoned by Anna, Chuck and everybody else. All Grimes saw were the video games characters he so loved.

*

An hour later

"Feel better?" Alicia asked sweetly, patting his arm.

"A lot. So you were going to tell me about Chuck?"

"Mr Bartowski here has been an asset of the CIA for the past 3 years. Every time he turned you down- every time you wanted to do something- he was out betraying you. He's committed some heinous crimes against the government. His relationship with Agent Walker is genuine- at least for now- whereas John Casey has murdered countless numbers of men"

The curtain shifted back to reveal Beckman on a stroll heading for the toilets. Alicia ducked down behind a newspaper, eager to remain in cover.

"Why don't we just get them now?" Morgan hissed as he stared through the curtain. Sarah and Chuck were indeed together there, laughing away at life's little problems. Or was that just cover too?

"Patience Morgan. I have a plan lined up for Mister Bartowski,"

"I'm sorry, did you just mention one of my agents?"

Beckman stood on the other end of the newspaper, and she folded it down to reveal Alicia. She sneered slightly, and then revealed the Desert Eagle she had hidden on her person earlier.

"This one's for Casey," Beckman sneered as Chuck and Sarah slowly moved towards her. In response, Alicia chopped at the weapon and kicked Beckman square in the chest.

"And that's for my brother,"

Sarah started to run towards Alicia, but she was headed for the emergency doors. Grabbing Morgan tightly, she kissed his forehead as she screamed back at the agents.

"This isn't over Bartowski! Not by a long shot!"

And with that, she hurled open the emergency doors and jumped out with Morgan Grimes in tow, hurtling towards the ground which was 30,000 feet away. The ground grew beneath them as they hurtled towards the Earth. As the parachute opened above them, they pulled up physically. Morgan took a breath and opened his eyes.

"Guess we're on the run from the Government?"

*

Chuck held on to the seat as the vacuum left by Morgan's departure hurtled around him. Beckman dived into Alicia's vacant seat and strapped herself in as Sarah ducked her way slowly to the open door. She held the bar tightly and reached for the door.

"Chuck! I can't reach it! Give me a hand!" she screamed, feeling her fingers slipping slowly. Just in time it seems Chuck grabbed her fingers and held tight as she swung for the open door. He pulled her back into his arms, forcing the door shut. Neither of them moved, so happy that they were alive. He kissed her hard, feeling sheer adrenaline pumping through him.

And then the cabin erupted into applause. Even Beckman stood up and applauded the agents, ensuring she hid the Desert Eagle. The large man who sat next to Beckman originally came forward, scratching his sunburnt head.

"Did I miss something?"

*

Coming up, Team Bartowski arrive in the hotel (possible opportunity for a bit of fluff- I'll say no more),