Chuck vs. The New Recruits

Here's a new story for you folks. So what are the consequences for Trent Balor after failing at his attempt in taking down a legend? Is he now a friend or foe to Chuck and Sarah? Who is Trent Balor? It's all thanks to Casey. Who wins? Place your bets peeps! Anyways, I think you'll enjoy it. Enjoy the read peeps.

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An Ordinary Man

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Trent Balor did not get the end result he wanted as he sits at the end of an examination table in The Farm's infirmary. It's an infirmary that could most definitely tell stories concerning the number of career trainees who have found themselves guest due to injuries sustained during training exercises. In any case, a doctor sits on a rolling stool in front of the defeated career trainee shining a pen light into his eyes in order to a clear and precise exam.

For it does an exam on his head knowing full well that the eager young man who wanted to prove himself against a known legend in the C.I.A. got completely knocked out. He was overconfident plain and simple. It's that particular thought in which repeats over and over in his mind as the aforementioned doctor ask him to follow his finger first to the left then to the right. As much as Balor is visibly antsy wanting to get the hell out of there, the good doctor wants to make sure he won't be suffering any side effects like dizzy spells or blackouts.

"Well son…" he said rolling a few inches back on the stool. The middle aged physician places the pen light back into his shirt pock with a couple of pens along with his laminated authorized id placed in front for clear identification. "…it doesn't seem you suffered any major head injuries." The doctor added shaking his head.

"Are you sure doc? It could liven up his personality a bit."

The doctor turns to see his favorite patient standing in his doorway who has been standing quietly there for quite some time. A face he knows quite well during his time at The Farm. Dean Moxley. A man standing at around 5'10, brown eyes, dark somewhat scraggly looking hair, and still wearing his workout gear. He suffered quite a few injuries and the cause was mere carelessness on his part. A dislocated shoulder, twisted ankle, along with the occasional bumps, bruises, as well as scrapes that would cause any other career trainee to leave but not him. Moxely worked through the pain so much so he survived to be the last 15 in Casey's boot camp.

"Mr. Moxley…" stated the doctor quirking his right brow. "…what brings you here? Another injury I'm assuming?" he inquired standing up quickly assessing him up and down.

Moxley waves his right hand towards the doctor. "Not this time. I'm just checking up on my buddy Balor after I helped him over here. I went to go take a leak." he said motioning behind him.

"Didn't really need to know that." the doctor muttered under his breath shaking his head.

It's the word "buddy" that causes Balor to give a laser like stare towards the man now joining the two men inside. "We're not buddies." he firmly stated.

Instantly, Moxley senses the growing hostility emanating from his fellow career trained leading to quickly throw both hands in front of him. "Whoa big buy." He backs up inevitably leaning against the nearest wall with his back pressed against the window. Afterwards, he crosses arms and continues on.

"You've made that perfectly clear several times." he responded shaking his head. "Come on man, the loner persona is getting old. One week left here and you haven't participated in any of the poker games I've set up. Live a little. Why so serious?" Moxley added raising his shoulders as he stares directly at Balor. "I know Moore, Clayton, and Hansen would be love to see that ugly mug of yours sitting across from them."

"If you want to be THE best…"

Moxley immediately chimes in cutting Balor off in mid sentence. "Yeah, yeah…" Balor's fellow career trainee shakes his head. He then reaches up in order to run the back of his neck with his right hand. "…you have to BEAT the best. You're going by the Nature Boy Ric Flair mentality. I get it. I'll go get you a championship belt to place around your waist."

"NO!" Balor rises up to his feet. He locks eyes with Moxley staring at him with absolute intensity. So intense that it becomes uncomfortably awkward for the doctor standing in between the two men. "Bartowski was my shot to prove myself. I had a golden opportunity. I was this close." he said lifting his right hand showing the small space between his thumb and finger.

As Balor and Moxley are at a visually locked standoff with the doctor unfortunately in the middle, he would be thankfully saved by a presence walking in through the examining room door.

"Gentlemen…" the man announced firmly. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No sir!" the two career trainees instantly answered standing at attention.

"Assistant Director." nodded the doctor.

"Doctor." Dennis glances at both men but directs his attention at Balor. "What's the verdict?"

"He's clear to return for further training." The doctor's attention averts from Dennis to Balor. "If any symptoms occur like dizzy spells or sudden blackouts come see me immediately. Doctor's orders."

In response, Balor simply nods his head. This leads to the doctor making his exit from the room leaving Dennis, Balor, and Moxely in the room. The sudden deafening and not to mention awkward silence causes Moxley to speak up.

Moxley claps his hands together. "So…"

"Leave." Dennis bellowed without even looking in Moxley's direction.

"Leaving." Moxely disappears out of sight leaving the Assistant Director of Operations and the eager trainee alone together.

Dennis stands there for a moment staring at Balor. A mixture of embarrassment, disappointment and disbelief with a hint of anger mixed in is clearly expressed all over his face. He paces back and forth in front of the career trainee who as he heard it wanted to prove himself. After a few moments of pacing back and forth, he stops in front of him looking Balor straight in the eyes.

"What would have happened if you beat him?" There is a brief silence shared between the two. He then continues on. "You can speak freely."

"I would be known as the guy who took down a legend." answered Balor in a more relaxed standing position.

"Son…" Dennis' body language suddenly became more aggressive as he stepped forward mere inches away from Balor's face. "…it's not your place to make a name for yourself by taking down a former agent, especially the likes of Chuck Bartowski. To be the big man on campus as they say."

"I just thought…"

"You thought. You thought." he retorted stepping back controlling his anger towards Balor. "It's not your job to think. We tell you what to think here at The Farm." The assistant director of operations takes a moment to calm himself down then continues on. "Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski are my guests for the remaining week of training. They will be treated as such and there will be no further attempts in proving that any trainee has the skills to take down who in your eyes deem as a legend. Do I make myself clear?" Dennis emphasized angrily gritting his teeth.

"Crystal."

"Know this…" he said walking inevitably stopping at the doorway. He turns looking over his left shoulder towards Balor. "…I have the power and authority to kick you out or fail you as I see fit. I know Colonel Casey speaks very highly of you so from this point on stay focused on the training at hand shall we. For your own good of course."

"Yes sir." nodded Balor.

Afterwards, he intently watches the assistant director walk out of the room inevitably approaching his assistant waiting for him. The two would disappear out of sight leaving the humbled career trainee alone in the room. While standing there, he suddenly lowers himself sitting on the edge of the examination table letting all that was said to him by the ADO sink in.

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The water pours down from the showerhead hitting Chuck's face in the shower located within the rented hotel suite he and his wife share. While standing there, the refreshing liquid streams down the side of his face leading him to lower his head. Afterwards, he leans forward placing both hands against the tile shower wall of the shower. In doing so, he can feel the needle-like impact of the water hitting the back of his neck as it flows down his back. The sensation of the steamy water gives him a sense of relief after the impromptu fight he had earlier today with an eager career trainee name Trent Balor. For him, the water currently embracing him with such soothing pleasure is washing off the sweaty perspiration that he didn't intend on working up.

Thanks Casey. A faint smile appears on his lips knowing his hulking former teammate is known for being a ballbuster, especially when it comes to him. Of course, he's gotten used to it by now and truth be told it keeps him on his toes. As Chuck continues to be ravaged by the euphoric liquid showering down upon him he's relishing every drop on his skin while standing under an everlasting waterfall. A waterfall that he knows will continue to fall unless he uses the power of his own hands to simply make it stop. Yet, he doesn't because it's absolutely therapeutic after what his whole body has been through.

A body that he knows will feel it once things settle down. It's at that point he wonders if this is how Ben Affleck's character Matt Murdock/Daredevil felt after a hellacious battle minus taking out his own tooth while showering. In any case, he pushes himself back standing straight up. Upon doing so, he reaches up raking both hands through his wet hair that's was once a mixture of not only his sweat, but possibly Balor's as well.

As he spits out remnants of shower water from his mouth down on to the tub floor, he reflects back on everything leading up to the match that he was practically forced into by his former neighbor. To him, he was very surprised and not to mention flattered that his name along with the word legend are even spoken in the same sentence.

In his mind, the mere fact that those young kids training to be spies themselves consider he and Sarah celebrities in the spy world can certainly be an ego booster. The thought of the adoring fanfare, admiration, and adulation for a guy who used to work the nerd herd desk at Buy More for $11 an hr is awesomely mind blowing he thinks to himself.

Chuck can't help but express a soft chuckle at the way the trainees reacted when their own instructor who has a sordid reputation of his own suddenly gets overshadowed by two people who weren't looking to be put in the limelight, so to speak. They were there to support a friend and former teammate. For once, he's in the limelight. Unfortunately, as situations go they can turn very quickly evident by the large gathering that occurred seemingly out of nowhere.

Granted, he was thoroughly focused on not getting his ass kicked but the noisy atmosphere was absolute palpable as if it was the main event at a UFC fight or something. Yet, he knows one thing for sure and the head butt to the chin nearly cost him the fight. It's that particular thought in which the youngest Bartowski sibling reaches up with his right hand in order to rub and massage the said body part in question. It all went down hill from there as he places left on his stomach where he was repeatedly kneed at.

In that instance, he takes a moment to stretch causing him to grimace in pain a bit due to how hard of impact Balor kneed him in the stomach. For him, instinct took over and he ended up doing a ground attack. Unfortunately, he would find himself locked in a triangle choke hold. To the former nerd herd leader, he doesn't remember much after that and from what Sarah told him she was slightly worried that he wouldn't be able to escape from the hold. A hold that she had complete faith in him he would certainly counter in some way to win whereby his legend status wouldn't be tainted.

Legend. In no way does he considers himself a legend. Far from it he thinks to himself. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Sometimes I was at the right place at the wrong time. Either way you look at it, those places led me to become the man I am today. Legend status or not. I am an ordinary man who is capable of doing extraordinary things. The Intersect helps bring that out in me along with a beautiful wife who encourages me every step of the way. Plain and simple. His thoughts concerning the matter abruptly end when he thinks he hears something.

Chuck reaches over pulling the shower curtain to the right inevitably sticking his head out. "Did you say something babe!?" he called out.

"I said…" she answered. The blonde beauty hollers out to her husband from somewhere within their hotel suite. "…hurry up and finish before you use up all the hot water. I need to get in there too you know." repeated Sarah.

In response, Chuck quirks his right brow. "You didn't even work up a sweat?"

The father-to-be waits as he continues to stick his head out cocking his head to the right listening for a response. Instead, he sees his wife appear at the doorway wearing a hotel bathroom with a white wash cloth over her right shoulder. "Hey…" she retorted pointing at him. "…cheering and rooting you on at 8 and half months pregnant is a work out in my book." she amusingly replied. "You're welcome by the way." smiled the happily married woman.

"Thanks baby." smiled back the father-to-be. "You've always have my back."

Sarah nodded. "Never forget that."

The couple share a loving gaze towards one another leading to Chuck to break the silence between the two of them.

"You know, there's room in here for two." he responded back doing the Bartowski eyebrow dance towards his wife. A mischievous smile is expressed on his lips as Sarah stands at the bathroom doorway to the shower. Unfortunately, the answer he's given isn't the one he wants as a white wash cloth lands on his had inevitable falling to where it covers his face. Undaunted, he continues on. "So, is that a yes?"

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"All right boys…" stated Moxley. He is holding 1 playing card in his right hand. "…and lady." he added acknowledge the only female sitting to his right at the poker table. Afterwards, he glances at the two males sitting across and to the left of him. "Who's going to fold? His attention averts to the female sitting to his right. "You feeling the pressure Moore?" he smugly stated with a smirk.

After hastily leaving the infirmary at the behest of Assistant Director of Operations William Dennis, Dean Moxely would eventually find himself later in the evening at The Farm's recreation room playing a card game with 3 of his fellow career trainees. Career trainees who he considers friends he has trained side by side with even though their individually competing against each other for the possibility of being a NOC agent. Of course, they always left a seat open for the one person that Moxley consistently invited but never showed up…Balor.

"Shut up Mox." replied Moore. She briefly glances at the remaining card in her left hand then peers down at the table at the poker chips piled up in front of her. In that momentary silence, she reaches down picking up 2 $50 chips the tosses into the rather large pile built up over time. "I'm calling your bluff." she grinned narrowing her eyes at the man to her left.

Tricia Moore. She's an Asian beauty standing approximately 5'6 with dark shoulder length hair. A mixture of Korean and Japanese. She has piercing blue eyes and supple lips that would be an absolute distraction for any man. It's part of her skill set that also includes having the ability to go toe to toe with people who underestimate her simply because of her size. So it's fitting that she was chosen to take part and inevitably survive Casey's basic training so far.

"How about you Hansen?" wondered Moore. She quirks her right brow to the man sitting directly across from her.

Hansen studies the 3 cards he has in both hands. After a few moments of silence glancing back and forth at his poker pals, he gives his response.

"I'm out." he said shaking his head. Hansen drops the cards on the table briefly waving his right hand in the air. "Too rich for my blood." added the fellow career trainee. He reaches over with his right hand grabbing the glass of beer inevitably taking a sip.

Curtis Hansen. A physically fit man with Tom Brady type facial attributes minus the supermodel wife. He stands around 5'9 sporting a goatee. He has slight hint of southern accent something of which his fellow career trainees not only have noticed but have tried to figure out what State he's from. As of now, they haven't been able to get it right much to their chagrin.

"As you should." arrogantly retorted Moxley. In response, Hansen simply gives his poker antagonist the bird to show him how much he's enjoying his company. Afterwards, he speaks up. "Listen Hansen, since we've all had a tough time distinguishing where you're from…" he stated keeping a watchful eye on the 2 players left at the table. "…what did you do before you got hand-picked? I already said I was bartending paying my way through grad school. Moore…" Moxley turns his head giving her a nod. "…she said she's a cop from San Diego right?"

Moore simple nods acknowledging her past profession. It's then that Moxely turns to the man sitting to his left. "And Clayton here, well he's our resident computer nerd."

"I'm not a computer nerd. I'm a freelance software and program analyst."

Victor Clayton. He's an African American male who on the outside resembles Steve Urkel somewhat but is anything but. A man who stands at least 5'8, bald, and sporting black wire rim glasses. Though he doesn't look or act like for that matter a man who would be best suited for being a NOC agent, his other assets would be most definitely be best suited elsewhere.

"Yeah, like I said…" responded Moxley. "…computer nerd." chuckled the man who believes he has a lucky hand.

Clayton is about to say something when Hansen speaks up. "Well, before this I was about to go full time into the family business." he answered.

All three individuals fall silent at the poker table. They look at each other then towards Clayton. "You're not in the mob are you?" inquired Moxley.

"Or part of a league of deadly assassins working for the Illuminati?" Moore questioned.

"Seriously?" remarked Hansen quirking his brow at the three. Instantly, he shakes his head. "No, it's nothing like that. I'm third generation and…"

"Yeah, sounds boring." Moxley chimed in expressing a disinterested yawn. He instantly refocuses his attention back to the game. "So, Clayton are you still in this?"

The man who doesn't see himself as a computer nerd weighs his options as he glances at the cards in his hands then starts at the two people left in the poker game. A few moments of silence later he sets the cards down on the table and then shakes his head. "I fold."

A sly smirk is expressed on Moxley's lips as he turns his attention towards Moore. "Well well, it's just you and me Mulan."

Moore expresses a mixture of annoyed agitation on her face after hearing the name of a seemingly beloved Disney character. "You know I hate when you call me that."

"I know." he amusingly chided back expressing a faint chuck. "It so gets under your skin." Moxley added shooting a quick wink towards her.

The moment between the two would subsequently be interrupted by Clayton with a pertinent question on his mind. "Mox, so I take it you saw Balor?"

"I did." Moxley answered without even looking at Clayton. His focus is locked on Moore as he leans forward placing his elbows on the table.

"What was he even thinking calling out a legend like Chuck Bartowski? In front of his wife no less. The Farm's standard bearer Sarah Walker." wondered Hansen. "Douchebag move if there ever was one in my book."

"Yup. Dennis even thought so too."

Instantly, Moore's eyes widen. "Whoa whoa. Dennis got on Balor for calling out Bartowski? What was his punishment? Did he yell at him?" she quickly asked.

Moxley leans back making sure to cover his cards from prying eyes. "Calm down Mu…" He instantly corrects himself knowing he doesn't want to get beat up again by her. He learned his lesson already the first time. "…Moore. I was told to leave but I'm guessing he got chewed out by the man." he responded shrugging his shoulder.

"One thing is for sure. Balor is on a tight leash from now on now that he tried and failed in taking down the great Chuck Bartowski. I got his autograph you know. Plus he shook my hand." happily stated Moore briefly glancing at her right hand. Never washing it again.

"He shook my hand too." nodded Clayton. "His wife..." he added raising both eyebrows. "…a legend herself in her own right."

"You ain't kidding. Very beautiful in person…" Hansen stated expressing a smile. "…and deadly." he added.

The memorable moment between the 3 career trainees would abruptly end by the sound of Moxley's voice. "Yeah, Bartowski is a lucky bastard. We all are in agreement. If you three ladies are finished being fangirls…" The man who is referred to by his friends as Mox, glances at the two men then focuses his complete attention to Moore. "…I've got a pot to win. I see your bet and I raise you." he said inevitably mumbling the song The Gambler by Kenny Rogers.

Moore studies Moxley's eyes carefully as to whether he's bluffing or not. She stares intently into his eyes mainly the man's pupils to check if they are dilated in order to know if he's telling the truth in regards of having a hot card on him that could very well beat hers. The female career trainee listens carefully to his breathing as they were taught earlier in their training. After a few seconds, she gives her response with a bit of a grin on her face. "I fold."

"Winner winner chicken dinner folks!" Moxley loudly announced slamming the card he has on the table in front of him. He raises both arms in victory then reaches over pulling the winnings towards him much to the dismay of the two men at the table. "Better luck next time Moore." he stated with arrogant confidence in his smirk knowing full well he was completely bullshitting every step of the way.

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"This place has the best crabs in the world. You won't regret what you two ordered." Jayne said. The raven haired beauty and not to mention girlfriend to John Casey sits just off the right of her blonde haired friend Sarah Walker.

"Sounds awesome." Chuck nodded sitting across from his wife. His burly teammate sitting just off to his left. "We hardly dress up to get out anymore." he added shrugging his shoulders.

"Just tired with this bundle of joy…" the blonde beauty and mother-to-be gently rubs her stomach. "…thank God for delivery though." chimed in Sarah expressing a soft smile towards her husband. "Fortunately, we have a good reason to have a night out. Isn't that right partner?"

Casey smirks in response. "How is everything back home?"

"Alex and Morgan are still together if that's what you're wondering big guy." Chuck said.

"Unfortunately." grunted the military vet shaking his head.

A brief chuckle is expressed amongst the threesome at the table concerning Casey's plight concerning Morgan being his future son-in-law. His thoughts concerning the matter abruptly end by the sound of Jayne's voice.

"While he's at The Farm instructing the students, I've been able to do a bit of shopping and go to the gun range in town."

"I do love the intoxicating smell of gunpowder on her." Casey responded with a smile towards his lady love.

The Bartowski's notice the special moment shared between the seemingly unorthodox couple who in their minds surprisingly make it work in an odd way. In Chuck's mind, it's like Jayne is Beauty aka Belle and she's been able to somehow tame the Beast that is one John Casey. A match made in heaven he thinks to himself. His thought are inevitably averted to far more pressing matters regarding the students themselves.

"So, out of the 15 trainees who do you have your eye on?" he wondered with absolutely curiosity.

"Balor. Soldier as I ever saw one. Loner type."

"Of course." nodded Sarah. "Taken him under your wing have you?" she added quirking her right brow towards him. "Your mini-me."

Instantly Jayne chimes in. "Trent Balor? He can't stop talking about him."

"Jealous?" grunted Casey expressing a sly smirk.

"Of him? No." Jayne shakes her head. "There is no competition when it comes to me…" The co-owner of J & J Bonsai Emporium glances at the happily married couple then turns to face Casey. "…and he knows it." she firmly stated flashing a smile towards her boyfriend.

The trained sniper simple expresses a grunt in response leaving the two of them to stare at each other in a seductive sort of way. It's this point, Chuck takes the initiative to keep the conversation going before silverware, plates, and tables are smashed because of the sexual tension erupting between Casey and Jayne.

"Other than Balor, who else catches your eye big guy?" inquired the lanky business owner.

Casey is momentary silent then forces himself to turn his attention to Chuck. "I've got 4 trainees who have potential. Tricia Moore, Curtis Hansen, Victor Clayton, and Dean Moxley. Individually, they show exemplary skills and not to mention have the physicality, as well as mental capability to be a full-fledged spy. One of them could be deemed a NOC."

"I think I met and talked with Moore. Asian women and asked if I defused a bomb with a porn virus?"

"That's her." Casey replied. "Don't judge her small stature and beauty. She'll fool you into a false sense of security and that's when she'll strike. She's a cop from San Diego so she's a spitfire tightly wrapped in a small package. It sort of sounds like someone we know." he added staring at the best partner he ever had.

"Funny." retorted Sarah shaking her head. "So what about Moxley and Clayton?"

"Dean Moxley is the quintessential rebel type. He likes to talk a big game but has the chops to back it up. The kid has a tendency to be injury prone but I'll tell you one thing he has the heart. Possible leadership material if honed just right." Casey explained. He continues on. "As for Clayton, he graduated the top of his class at MIT and majored in nonlinear cryptography. The kid scored close to perfect on his graduate psyche profile tests. No doubt C.I.A. analyst material. The scary mirror image of Bartowski."

"Really?" said Chuck arching his right brow.

"I wouldn't go that far babe. The scary part would be if Moore and Clayton were…" Jayne falls silent briefly then continues on. "…are they?"

Chuck and Sarah are transfixed on Casey as they await his answer. "No. Moxley and Moore are though. They think I don't know but I do."

"What about Hansen?" inquired Sarah. "Anything noteworthy about him?"

"He's cookie cutter. Charleston, South Carolina born. He has the whole pro quarterback look to him and the physique to match. There is one interesting thing."

"And that is?" questioned Jayne.

"In his file, it said he was about to head full time into the family business. It involved…"

Casey doesn't finish his sentence when Chuck notices something very important making an abrupt announcement. "Food's here." he happily stated.

As the waiter and waitress hand out of the entrees to the foursome, Sarah speaks up with a smile on her face. "It smells delicious and we're starving." she stated taking a big whiff of the head. Afterwards she peers down at her stomach knowing full well baby Bartowski will be eating good tonight.

After taking a bit of delicious crab and savoring it, Casey mentions one more thing before he focuses on devouring his meal. "Anyways, tomorrow we're focusing on teamwork. I'll see if they'll be able to work together undera extreme high pressure situation."

"Can't wait." mumbled Chuck with food in his mouth. Afterwards, all 3 individuals including the former nerd herd leader enjoy the great food and even greater company giving each of them the opportunity to catch up.

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