I do not own Chuck or any recognizable ideas or characters from the TV Show. I do however own any original idea you see.
Chuck was hosting a party in his place that night. He'd fixed the elevator to let everyone up just for tonight. His hair was combed back and straight. He was in a suit and a shirt with no tie and the top buttons open. He was talking to Morgan who was frantic.
"This doesn't make any sense!"
"Calm down, Morgan." Chuck said.
"Change is too quick and fast for my liking Charles."
"Its been a long time coming Morgan. What do you say about leaving the Buy More and coming to work for me too?"
"I can't Chuck. The Buy More is me. Call me back in ten years."
"Its always open Morgan. You, Anna…that's it."
Chuck was on the balcony that night. The last guests had left. He was dressed as comfortably as he could be. He had a knife hidden in his shoe. Casey training. He looked down to see four black Chevrolet Trailblazer's park across the street. Three people from each car. All clad in black suits. Chuck looked apprehensive. He flipped his iPhone out.
"Casey."
"What?" Casey was grouchy..
"Are the guys taking me to Springs here?"
"They're only set to arrive at three am. Why?"
"Cause there are four CIA issue Trailblazer's outside with three people from each car heading into the hotel."
"Crap. I'm on my way up. Chuck you know where the elevator from my place to yours is?"
"Yeah. Behind the staircase."
"Wait there."
Chuck watched the hotel's main elevator dial climb higher and higher towards his penthouse. He hurried to the stairs just as Casey walked out of the wall holding a gun.
"Walker's on her way. Go to the panic room."
"..uh no." Chuck fell to his knees and looked under the stairs he stood up loading a Glock.
"A 35? Where did you get that Chuck?'
"I had the boys plant weapons all over the place Casey. This is the easiest one to get to. The others all require voice and fingerprint recognition."
"Chuck you have no experience with a gun." The elevator chimed.
"So much for the security of the elevator." Chuck muttered. Casey glared at him. He signaled for Chuck to cover him as he went forward. Twelve people walked out all armed.
"Drop your weapons." Casey said. They all turned and fired.
"CASEY!" Casey fell. Chuck knew nothing else except that he had to fire. He ran forward the bullets amazingly flying past him. He took down a few he slid next to Casey's body and took his gun. He leaped up, still firing he kicked the couch over and dove behind it. Bullets tore at it. He threw his Glock aside held Casey's gun up and fired.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Chuck roared.
"CIA!" Chuck pulled a cushion off from the couch. There was a keypad he punched in a four digit code the keypad slid away and another Glock 35 was there. He took it and stood up. Bodies littered the ground. About nine. Chuck didn't have to time to realize he'd killed. He was in danger.
"I'm CIA. Agent Carmichael. Who are you?"
"We're part of an extraction team." A man said walking out of the elevator gun raised. A woman came around from the shelf holding a gun. Another man came from the right.
"We're here to take a rookie to Palm Springs."
"You just killed Major John Casey."
"You just killed nine CIA Operatives."
"Credentials. Now!"
"You're in no place to be making demands Agent Carmichael. Drop your weapons. And show me your badge."
"You just killed a Level 5 NSA Agent. Why should I trust you?"
"Let's just kill him already!" the other man fired. Chuck was quick pulling his shoulder and arm out of the way and firing with his other arm the man went down. He kept his guns trained on the other two agents.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with." Chuck said.
"Drop your weapons sir." Another chime Sarah was there. Holding two guns as well. She was coming from Casey's elevator. She looked down at the bodies then to Chuck holding guns. To the two agents then to Casey on his back.
"Agent Sarah Walker. Lower your weapons."
"We're CIA, Agent Walker. This man just killed ten agents."
"Lower your weapons now." Sarah said. The other two lowered their weapons hesitantly.
"Reach for your badges. Slowly." They nodded and reached into their pockets. There was a bang, the man's jacket pocket exploded as a bullet tore out of it towards Sarah.
"NO!" Chuck fired at them they fell. He was at Sarah's side instantly.
"Sarah. Sarah! Sarah look at me!" he held her face lovingly tears in his eyes.
"Ok. Everybody. Exercise over." Sarah opened her eyes and looked apologetically at Chuck. Chuck turned to see Casey standing up dusting himself off along with the other agents.
"What the hell is going on?" Chuck asked pulling Sarah up.
"That was the first part of your training buddy boy. Surprisingly you did quite well."
"Casey. You did great Chuck." The others murmured in agreement.
"You all suck. Do you have any idea what was going through my mind Casey?!" yet Chuck wasn't moving his arm from around Sarah and she wasn't moving away.
"Did you really think I wouldn't know about you loading guns? Every gun in this room is loaded with blanks right now." Casey said.
"I…would have killed…" Chuck said as his adrenaline wore off. Sarah squeezed his shoulder.
"You're going to have to Chuck." He gulped.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Chuck said later. They were in the Palm Springs Mansion. Underground it was an enormous like a hangar. There was even a jet in there. He was dressed in a mission suit. Black sewn with Kevlar and heavy Kevlar pads on his chest and arms.
"Sit down moron." Casey said walking in. Chuck sniffed and nodded. A few other people walked in with him. Sarah amongst them.
"This is your training team Bartowski. Sarah will handle hand-to-hand combat with me and Roland Gomez." A man waved. He didn't look as burly as Casey or as agile as Sarah. Chuck flashed. He was the best unarmed combat trainer in the world. Working under the employ of the CIA. Chuck blinked and nodded.
"Weapons Training. Me and Neil Flynn." A man with spiky hair, as tall as Chuck and smoking a cigarette nodded.
"Seduction. Sarah-." Chuck's eyebrows furrowed. Sarah avoided his gaze.
"And Roan Montgomery."
"Sense Training. Sarah-."
"What is Sense Training?"
"Noticing little details Chuck. Picking up on things that could be dangerous." Sarah said.
"Ryan Butcher." A man who looked like Awesome except with black hair and slightly shorter nodded.
"First Aid Training. Dr. Nora Wilson." A woman with blonde hair and glasses jerked her head in a 'What's up?' motion.
"Mission Preparation Training. Sarah, Nicole Fischer and I." a brunette girl with her hair in a pony tail waved.
"And the last and hardest bit of your training. How to put up with torture, how to withstand truth serum, how to rescue a partner or when to learn to leave a man behind and how to escape."
"Casey. You always said never leave a man behind."
"You have to sometimes." Said a burly man with eyes full of things he'd wish he'd never seen.
"Meet Joshua Cole." Chuck flashed again. Joshua Cole was once the agency's top agent. Received awards and honors for rescuing partners. Escaped from torture and imprisonment countless times. Retired from active field work after leaving a Torture Camp in the Middle East having not been able to rescue his team. Now a Trainer.
"He, and the rest of us will be training you in that. And of course making your body a lean mean killing machine will be up to Vincent and Stephanie Deveraux." A man and woman nodded.
"Evasive Driving. Sarah."
"How to kill people using common everyday items or your bare hands. Roland, Sarah and I. before your rescue training."
"Eep."
Two days had passed since Chuck arrived at Palm Springs.
"Ah." Chuck groaned as once again Sarah sent him to the ground. She stood upright from her martial arts stance.
"Watch your footing Chuck. You're good at this you know the moves you just need to apply them. You got me down at least." Sarah said.
"Your stance in upper body is very good Chuck. You're applying the right power. You got Sarah down but you didn't watch how her feet could take you down." Roland said. Chuck nodded.
"Try Casey." Casey smirked and walked forward cracking his neck.
"Get this done in a minute then we can have some lunch." Casey said.
"Casey you be the attacker this time." Roland said.
"Heh." Casey rushed Chuck, Chuck reacted instantly, grabbing Casey's fist and flipping him. Holding his arm in the air and stepping on his back pinning him to the ground. Casey tried to get up.
"Incapacitate him Chuck." Chuck nodded and pinched a spot in the back of Casey's neck which made him pass out. The sleeper hold.
"Cuffs." Sarah threw them towards him and locked him down.
"And just so he cant break his thumb bone again." Chuck produced thumb cuffs and locked Casey in.
"Very good Chuck." Roland said impressed. Sarah smiled at him.
"Let's try Sarah once more."
"What about Casey?"
"Mm. just leave him there." Roland said. Sarah and Chuck faced each other.
"You ready Chuck?"
"…No."
"Too bad." Roland said. Sarah cocked her head and pounced. Chuck spun away from her. She landed on her hands and flipped onto her feet. She roundhouse kicked but Chuck caught her foot and using the technique Roland taught him he pulled her into the air and threw her onto the mat. She was about to kick him down but he jumped over her. Grabbing her arms he pulled her up and held her arms behind her in a steel lock and held her head in his other arm.
"Excellent Chuck! Good footwork."
"Eh? Hey! BARTOWSKI! GET ME OUT OF THESE!"
Chuck faced Roland.
"You just took out the top two agents of the CIA and NSA, Chuck. Do you think you can take me out?"
"No. but I'll do my best." Roland smiled and nodded. He approached Chuck.
Fifteen minutes had gone by. Both men were bruised but Chuck wasn't going down.
"You're doing good Chuck. At this time-." As he was distracted Chuck attacked and had Roland on the ground and Chuck held his arms.
"Never get distracted with the opponent." Chuck said reciting a rule Roland had taught him.
"Very good Chuck! But I was going to say at that time backup should have arrived. Ok let me up."
"Exercise over?"
"Exercise over."
"Congratulations Agent Bartowski. You have your credentials in unarmed combat." Roland said with a smile as he signed off on Chuck's exercise.
That night Chuck was eating dinner with the other trainers in the Mansion levels. Sarah was sitting with him.
"So weapons training tomorrow. You looking forward to it?"
"I guess. You going to be there?"
"No. I have to go with Nora and Roland to find Roan. General Beckman activated a tracker she um…hmm…implanted on him last time they met and he's in Vegas. We need to bring him in for seduction training." Chuck choked on his food and nodded as Sarah patted his back.
"Yeah." He said his eyes watering.
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