"How did Casey find out?" Sarah accused.

Chuck lightly jogged to keep up with her pace. "I made a rash decision." That and you're a giganormous floozy.

"You saw Bryce kiss me, didn't you?" She stopped in front of Casey's apartment.

I told you so… His mind chided. You were nothing but a plaything to him. Pathetic.

"I guess we're not getting back together." Chuck noted out loud. Damn you Bryce, how dare you make me fall back in love. He realized how ridiculous that sounds, but any type of fault pointed towards Bryce would help at this point. Chuck continued to walk before seeing a luminescent shine from Casey's apartment; he jumped back to where he was before and asked weakly, "Sarah, why is someone in Casey's apartment." She slipped off her shoes and silenced Chuck with a 'shh'.

Please be a burglar, please be a burglar!

They crept into the house and saw a sleek figure hovering over the CIA's computer. Sarah smoothly took out her gun, startling Chuck in the process, he let out a loud gasp and Bryce turned around. Both agents held a gun to each other with unwillingness obvious to Chuck.

Why couldn't it have been a burglar?

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"I didn't mean to hurt you Sarah. I didn't know who to trust" Bryce slowly dropped his stance.

Chuck felt like a third wheel with his words. God I wish I hadn't settled with the reply 'It's complicated.'

Casey soon after walked into his residence and reacted immediately.

"Casey, no!" Echoed the room before a ringing gunshot. Bryce flew across the floor with an eerie sense of gracefulness. Chuck's eyes begun to flutter. No... not again... He fell to the floor roughly.

When Chuck came to, he saw Sarah rushing towards Bryce. While his mind merely stated 'He got shot, you fainted. He's kinda more urgent.' His heart screamed 'They have a connection you'll never achieve, why do you insist on getting in the way?'

A wave of relief went over Chuck as Sarah exposed Bryce's bullet-proof vest. Yet jealous hit him twice as hard when everyone cleared the area without checking to see if he was okay as well.

Sarah's phone rang and she quickly picked up. "Hello?"

"Sarah? Come back to the holding quarters. Security has something you might want to see…"

Chuck's foot came through the door. Sarah hurried the call with an 'I understand' and turned to face Bryce.

After what seemed like an eternity of talking that didn't concern Chuck, he was more then happy to realize he could help.

So it was agreed. Tomorrow morning Bryce Larkin would once again be dead. That was a good thing…. right?

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Sarah walked cautiously to a large grey building. After typing in her code, she walk into the building and went to the receptionist.

"Hello, I'm uh, here to see Security. Sarah Walker."

The receptionist's eyes narrowed before widening. "Oh, that's right!" She exclaimed. She opened a drawer and took out a black tape. "This is for your eyes. If you choose to you may involve the first and third parties." Sarah took the tape with curiosity and thanked the receptionist. Leaving the building, Sarah could only wonder as to what was in the recording.

She greeted Bryce, Chuck and Casey with a nod, trying to ignore their gazes. Sarah made a dash for Casey's room and locked the door behind her. She took a deep breath before turning on the TV and inserting the tape.

"51602"

"A surveillance tape?" No, it was the one from this morning.

Chuck and Bryce relaxed as the churning of the doors died. Bryce lowered his hostel manner and playfully patted Chuck on the shoulder. "You knew I wouldn't do right?"

"No! No I did not know that. How would I know that? What are you trying to do?" Chuck shouted.

"What's Sarah doing here?" Bryce cocked his head. Sarah smiled weakly. Chuck's lip twitched slightly.

"Will you just forget about her?" Chuck said in an outburst. Sarah recoiled a bit from his bitter response. "I… I haven't seen you in so long. So, so long. And all you can do is talk about Sarah?"

"Why did that sound like a…"

Sarah's body stiffened. She couldn't find the power to look away.

A clatter was heard as Bryce stared at Chuck for only a moment before wrapping his arms around his former roommate and forced their lips upon each other. Both slowly melted into the kiss. The owner of the more frail body moaned and stopped awkwardly upon the sound of a beep. Bryce snapped his back upright and looked at a glowing screen connected to the elevator's left side panel. "We're slowing down." Both took a second to catch their breath. Narrowing his eyes, the rouge picked up the needle syringe.

Chuck shook his head. "She's here to protect me. Rem-"

Sarah shut the television off and sunk into the bed. Her eyes darted around wildly, her mind confused by the recent information.

"That means…" She began to mutter.

"I knew it." A new voice interrupted her thoughts, sending her on defense. She looked to her right and saw Casey leaning from outside against the window. He stared at the black screen before looking at Sarah. "Not the 'Chuck-just-made-out-with-your-ex' part, the 'Chuck-is-fruiter-then-a-fruit-cup' part." Casey shrugged his shoulder. "He screams pansy."

"How you…?"

Casey chuckled. "You suck as an agent, that's how. You're so sure that the door is warded off, you completely neglect the obviously open window." He jumped into the room and ejected the tape, giving it to Sarah. "But, that's the least of your worries, now isn't? Don't you have two fairies to get back to?"

"Stop that!" Sarah huffed. "I won't be held responsible if Bryce plugs a bullet in your head. As for both of them… I think it's best if I… get some rest for now, see ya later."

"Goodnight. Just try not to think about where the lips you just kissed were on before!" Casey let out several snickers when he heard a small gag. Or was it Sarah calling him an ass? Either way it was still funny. He walked out the room to see Bryce and Chuck talking in the kitchen and waited till Chuck took a big gulp from his glass of water before speaking.

"So how long have you guys been butt buddies?" Casey whispered, loud enough for them to hear, low enough to make them think he was trying to hide it from Sarah. He smirked veraciously when water spurted from Chuck mouth and Bryce glared at him.

Oh yeah, so worth it.

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No… I'm not saying Casey hates gay people; I'm just saying he loves causing misery to that specific duo and Sarah, what with the hating the three intensely/likes to watch them writhe and what not. If calling them pejorative names covers that then so be it for Casey. (plus I would gag if Casey was all lovey-dovey accepting about it… he would give them a hard time just for the heck of it, it's his character) I didn't want to italicize ANY of Sarah and Casey's thought because only Chuck's thoughts can do that. o3o