A/N: Okay, so many amazing thanks to my amazing Beta Creedog, your truly awesome! Now, onto apologies. I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. My semester of school has been stressful to say the least. I just finished writing chapter six last night, and I'm hoping to start chapter seven soon. If there is a bit of lag in time with posting of chapters, please bare with me. Once this semester is over I'll have a few months off for summer and should be able to write to my heart's content, hopefully though by that time I'll be well into this story.

I'm still unsure how long this one is going to be, mainly because I have a couple of things I want to happen in this, and it's going to take a little time to set up :) so bare with me on that as well.

Happy reading.

Chapter Three

Chuck sat silently on a bar stool, his hand holding tightly onto the cup of whiskey in front of him. The pain of homesickness finally set in. The little bubble that he had been in when he was safely, and happily, in the room with Sarah busted almost immediately when he left. He didn't think he was quite too drunk just yet, but he was slowly creeping upon it.

"Hey, man. Your name is Chuck, right?"

Turning toward the deep voice, he nodded. Who here, on a train bound for Berlin, would want to kill him? It had dawned on them, both him and Sarah, that Casey would be looking for them soon. Which is why as soon as the train docked in Berlin, they would quickly hop onto another one before trying to get a flight out of Europe, hoping for somewhere majestic, like Australia.

"Yeah, it is."

The man standing just behind the bar-stool next to him would be only a few inches shorter than his own six-four. His hair was raven black, and the smile on his face seemed genuine. Chuck immediately distrusted him, and regretted admitting his real name. What was he thinking? They were on the run; they had new names. They were Simon and Michelle Charles, and they were newlyweds. He looked down at his hand, and sent a silent prayer up to whoever was listening, thanking them for allowing him to remember his 'wedding ring.'

"Hello Chuck. I'm Daniel Shaw. I'm working on an undercover mission, a very important one. I know about you and your whole team. General Beckman and I had discussed setting up a meeting with you and your team, but I didn't know it would happen this quickly. Where's the rest of your team, namely Sarah Walker and John Casey?"

Chuck hung his head, and tried to think of a way out of this mess. How in the world could he have let a CIA Agent know his true identity, and what exactly were the chances that a CIA Agent would be on a train headed for Berlin? Was Casey that on to them that he had gotten help from inside the agency? That he sent this Daniel Shaw to capture both of them?

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about…Daniel, is it?"

"Your partners? You're from Burbank, you're the first human Intersect."

It took everything in him to stop the gasp that wanted to escape his lips. No one was supposed to know about that. Well, besides his team, the general, and the training facility that he had abandoned back in Prague. This Daniel had definitely not been there, at least as far as Chuck could remember.

"I don't even know what the hell that means, man. I'm here with my wife, we're on our honeymoon. Speaking of, I should be getting back to her."

"Yeah, okay. I just, I swear, you look exactly like Chuck Bartowski. I actually have the file at my table, do you mind waiting right here? I'll just go grab it, so I can compare the pictures, make sure you're the wrong guy."

"What, do you not believe me?"

"I just have to be sure, is all."

Chuck shook his head, and waited for Daniel to turn away from him. Downing the rest of the whiskey in front of him, and feeling it burn all the way down his throat, he took off down the opposite hallway. Sarah was definitely going to be pissed.

"So wait, you're trying to tell me that Chuck Bartowski, a man I've known my entire life, is a spy?"

"For lack of a better explanation, believe me on that, yes."

"Wait a minute, then that means that…you're a spy too…right?"

"Yes, little elfin man-boy, I'm a spy. Sarah's a spy. Chuck…is as close to a spy that an idiot can get."

"That… is… so… cool!"

"Yeah, pipe down on the excitement there, Grimes. Your buddy has gone AWOL with Sarah, and if I don't find them both soon, then I'm without a job, and they're as good as dead."

Morgan stared at Casey for a moment before he realized what his words truly meant.

"Are you saying that if you lose your job…you're going to kill them?"

"Me…or someone else. Who knows? I can promise you that if someone finds them before I do, they might not be quite as… nice about it."

Casey shook his head, trying to fight off the feeling of guilt that Morgan Grimes was making him feel. Of course if he found them, and they tried to get away, he'd bring them back… dead or alive. Watching as he slowly took each step down into Castle, Casey tried to figure out why every time he thought about killing either Walker or Bartowski, his heart started to race in a very unnatural way.

"Ah. Colonel Casey, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Colonel?" Morgan looked at Casey, before his eyes found the beautiful woman from earlier. "Wait a minute. You were a customer…"

"How'd you get down here, or better question, who are you?" Casey asked.

"Yes, Morgan, but not really. I was posing as a customer, for a very important reason…" Agent Buchanan paused momentarily, before turning toward Casey. "To answer your questions, my name is Kaitlin Buchanan, I'm a Special Agent with the CIA. I'm here to help you locate and recover Agent's Bartowski and Walker."

"I don't need your help. I got my very own special agent… and I emphasize on the special."

"Excuse me, Mr. Grimes, if you could let me and Colonel Casey speak alone, I will fill you in fully when we return."

Kaitlin smiled softly at Morgan, her hand grazing across his arm, before turning slightly toward Casey. "You coming, Colonel?"

"Please don't be mad."

Sarah turned toward him as she attempted to rub the sleep from her eyes.

"Why would I be mad?"

A hundred different scenarios ran through her mind, and none of them were particularly good.

"Someone knows who we are… I was drinking… I was stupid… please don't be mad."

Sarah sighed, before laying her head on Chuck's chest. This was going to be a hard question, one that Sarah wasn't sure she even wanted to ask. Asking it would mean that they're quiet fun time would be over. It meant that she was going to have to become the person she was trying desperately to forget. She was tired of being Sarah Walker the spy, she just wanted to be Sarah Walker the woman. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and let the question fly out.

"Who knows we're here?"

"His name is Daniel Shaw. He's some sort of special agent for the CIA. He said something about Beckman sitting up a meeting with him. That he's on this undercover mission, and he needs our help, team-wise. Sarah, he knows I'm the Intersect."

Sarah's head jerked up at his last sentence, her blue eyes pierced straight through into Chuck's soul.

"Something doesn't feel right about this Chuck. You weren't scheduled to return from Prague for another month and a half. If he knew about you being the Intersect, then he would have known you were undergoing spy skill training. He would have known that Beckman would have waited to sit up the meeting until you passed your training…"

"Are you saying that he's not who he says he is?"

"Not exactly, but it wouldn't be the first time that we came across an agent… or former agent who crossed sides… and knew about you."

Chuck's eyes widened. What could be a more perfect place to not only corner them, but capture them, than a train that was currently speeding down the tracks headed for Berlin, and without anyone knowing where it was they were?

"What are we going to do?"

"We need a plan."

"What kind of plan? Oh god, I'm such an idiot..."

Sarah looked up at Chuck, her hand was laying on his chest.

"You made a mistake Chuck. You're not an idiot. Don't worry, I'll think of something."

"Why are you here?"

"General Beckman sent me. She told me that you knew I was coming."

"Oh, right. Now that I think about it, I think I remember her mentioning that she was sending someone, but why? I have this under control."

"By bringing in an unknown wildcard like Morgan Grimes? What did you tell him anyway?"

"That Chuck's a spy, and that he and Agent Walker have gone AWOL. You know, the truth."

"You didn't tell him about the Intersect did you?"

"No. That's on a need-to-know basis, and Grimes just doesn't need to know. Speaking of need-to-know, why exactly do you know that Chuck is the intersect?"

"You know, need-to-know. Apparently I needed to know."

Kaitlin smirked at Casey, as his face stared to turn red.

"Aren't we snarky?"

"Just a little bit, but that too is a need-to-know basis, and you don't need to know. Now, if you don't mind, we do have two agents that we need to locate and recover. Now, if you want to know why General Beckman sent me, it's because I specialize in the location and recovery of agents. Though I must say, this is my first time locating ones that don't want to be found. Usually I'm working to find agents that get captured. I have a very good record of locating the agents, and recovering them with minimal injuries."

"Good. Morgan's job is to get inside Bartowski's head. They both think in the same idiotic way, so if anyone can find some sort of mistake that Chuck's made, it'll be Grimes. Which is why I brought him into this. He maybe a wildcard, but there isn't a thing that the little bearded elf loves more than Bartowski. If he thinks that he's the only way we'll find Chuck, then he'll help us, without more information than he needs. General Beckman will decide what will happen to Grimes once we've recovered both Bartowski and Walker. I don't care what General Beckman has told you, this is my mission, I out rank you. You will follow my order."

"Understood, Colonel Casey. Let's go find us two rogue agents."

The word rogue didn't settle right with Casey, even if it was true. They broke the rules, they went AWOL, they're considered rogue. Then again could Casey really begin to point fingers when he wasn't in their situation himself?