Don't own Chuck
Sean entered through the back door then ducked into the bathroom to wash his hands. He knew he'd been gone too long and he wanted to go back to the table with his hands wet. As he washed them he ran through his head what he was going to tell Patty when he got back to the table. He was almost done when he heard the door open.
"I'll be out in a second mate just hold your horses and I'll be right out," said Sean but turning around he found Kelly standing there with another man. "Oh, it's you."
"Yes, it's me. You should dry your hands before you go out," said Kelly. "Patty said you went to the loo to wash your hands and got lost on the way. I thought I'd come and make sure you hadn't fallen in."
"You know how these things go… I came back here and got inspired. Speaking of getting lost you took your time coming here. I thought you said you were following those MI6 guys and when they showed back up I was surprised you weren't with them."
"Well not that I have to justify myself to you but I had an urgent matter to take care of that took longer than I expected. By the way have you been able to call your old lady and let her know we're going to keep you out late?"
"Patty told you I called her while we were staking out the barge, didn't he? Well I did. I know you said not to but I have to live with her."
"I can understand a man has to put his wife first that only makes sense. I mean… will you're married to her and not to your mates that is unless your mate is your wife. If you know what mean?"
"I get it and I guess you're right. But we should get back inside we wouldn't want our targets to leave before we can tail them and we're hogging the loo."
"You don't have to worry about that not about hogging the loo but tailing the MI6 guys. The powers to be have decided to deactivate our cell and activate another one."
"That's not fair. Why did they do that and what are we going to do?" said Sean as he pulled some paper towels and started drying his hands with his back to Kelly.
"I'll move over with this new cell. Some of you will go back to your day jobs and wait for further instructions. Others will be cut loose like Patty. I hate to tell you this but he's been compromised. I've got it on good authority that he's a mole for the guys out front."
"Patty? No, never you're joking... Are you sure? I just can't believe it. He's always seemed like a loyal soldier for the cause."
"Well believe it that's why I came back here to talk to you alone… well almost alone. That's why our cell is being shut down. We're too close to X hour now to take any chances."
"There's no way you can take me with you, is there? I mean I really don't want to go back to working in the green grocery."
"If you want to come with me then you're going to have to demonstrate your loyalty or the higher ups won't let me bring you with me."
"Anything… just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. You want me to go out there and pop a cap in one of those men. I'll do it. Just hand me a weapon and watch me."
"It's funny you should say that because I was thinking about something similar. Come with us out back," said Kelly as he led Sean out into the alleyway. There standing between two men was Patty.
"What's going on," asked Patty. "Why did you have me brought out here? Sean, do you know what's going on?"
"Here you go you know what you have to do," said Kelly as he handed Sean a Webley Mk VI revolver. "If you truly want to stay on the team then pop a cap in him and let's move on. If you can't then… well it's back to the green grocery for you."
"I said I wanted to come with you… for the cause. But there has to be another way. I mean Patty is my friend I just can't shoot him down like a dog and besides are you absolutely sure he's a mole?"
"You said you wanted to be a part of the team but what I'm hearing is something different. Either you shoot him or I will," said Kelly as he started to take the weapon back.
"No… no I've got this. Sorry mate," said Sean as he raised the Webley and pulled the trigger but it just went click. "What the heck?"
"See Patty I told you I could prove Sean would throw you under the bus and you didn't want to believe me," said Sean as he took the weapon away from Sean. "Strange thing happened this evening. I stopped by your old lady's to tell her you'd be with us and apologize for keeping you out late. But there wasn't a lady who answered the door…"
"I can explain," said Sean. "I didn't want you to think I was any less…" as he tried to draw his service piece but Kelly already had the Webley in his hand and cock for the next round.
"Just shut up your lying," said Kelly as he got off the first round. "I've got friends who are like that and that doesn't make them anything other than what they are… men. No, we had to baptize your friend a few times in the Thames but in the end he saw the light and gave you up."
"Kelly, I think you're talking to a dead man," said Patty as he knelt over Sean. "Too bad he was a mole I really liked the guy also because he liked to pick up the tab."
"Come on we need to get out of here. The MI6 guys inside knows who we are but it doesn't matter. We found out what we needed about them from Sean's old lady or man. He's probably past the Tideway by now entering the Estuary before floating out to the North Sea."
"What do you want us to do with Sean? We could have him join his friend," asked Patty as he got up and looked back down.
"No, let's leave him here and let our friends inside find their man. This will get our point across to them not to screwed with us."
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Morgan was having trouble navigating his way to the restroom. People yelled at him to watch where he was going and shoved him off when he fell into them but that just sent him colliding with someone else. When he got to the restroom door it was locked but he had to go. He felt like the ball in a pinball machine bouncing off things as he made his way back but with due diligence he arrived at his Mecca. He tried the door but found it locked so he knocked but got a rather nasty reply for his efforts.
"Geez guy, do you kiss your wife with that mouth," yelled Morgan. He didn't wait to hear the reply which was for the best but his need was urgent and getting worse by the minute.
"I've got to find someplace," he said to himself then he saw a sign on the back door 'Emergency Exit Only'. "Well I'm the ugly American and this is an emergency."
"Hey what's going on back here?" said Morgan as people ran away as soon as he walked out disappearing in the night. "Were all of you waiting for the bathroom too? I mean loo or whatever. How long has that guy been in there? No wonder he's got a potty mouth."
Morgan went next to the dumpster and relieved himself then turned around to go back inside. That was when he noticed a man lying on the ground.
"Hey buddy you shouldn't be lying around back here on the ground. It's unsanitary. I think people have... well you know gone back here. You know it's not mine it's your'in. Get it? … Boy this is a hard crowd to please. You're really drunk dude. Come on I'll help you up," said Morgan as he bent down to help Sean up.
"You know a little help would go a long way to getting you on your feet. Boy you're all dead weight a little sign of life would be nice. Dude, I don't want to say anything but I think your leaking... crap," said Morgan as he slipped in Sean's blood and fell backwards hitting his head. It made a loud thud knocking himself out.
"Morgan, what are you doing out here," said Cole's man, Jonesy who'd come looking for him. Morgan began to moan. "Geez, Morgan what have you done? Crap don't tell me you did that. I know you said you got crazy when you drink but we thought you'd danced on tables or something like that not that you killed people."
"I did what?" moaned Morgan as he rolled over to his side and looked at Sean's blank expression. "Geez, what have I done?"
"Just stay still and let me get Cole. He'll know what to do... oh is he going to be so pissed at us. We'll be mucking stables with you guys tomorrow."
"Doing what to stables?" said Morgan as he rolled back over. "I've got to get up this place smells like a Jeff's office. Oh, I think I'm going to be sick."
[In the meantime]
Jonesy came running back inside heading straight over to Cole and whispered something in his ear. Cole's eyes got big as he looked over at Casey. John didn't like the look but before he could demand to know what was going on Cole jumped up and waved for John to follow him.
"You need to come with me," said Cole. Both Cole and Casey downed their scotch then John went off following Cole.
"What the heck is going on and where are we going? What did Grimes do now? You shouldn't have given him that hard cider. The man can't handle grape soda then you actually give him something with alcohol in it. It's like handing him a loaded gun." Jonesy looked back at him as they moved along.
Cole didn't say anything he just charged right out the emergency exit into the back alley. There they found Morgan bent over heaving next to a dumpster and out in the open was a body outstretched under the moonlight.
"Crap," said Casey as he went over and checked the body. "A single GSW to the stomach. Looking at all the blood the bullet probably served an artery and the guy bleed out back here. Grimes tell us what happened back here?"
"I can tell you what happened," said Jonesy. "Your guy killed him that's what happened. When I came out here I found him lying next to the victim. They probably struggled and well he warned us he'd go crazy and by gosh he did."
"Don't be stupid. You can check Morgan for GSR but you won't find any and what would he shoot him with? His finger maybe. I don't let Grimes carry a weapon."
"Because you know how dangerous he can be? He warned us about the Cobra. Is that like his alter ego or something?"
"No, because I know what kind of idiot he can be. He's the poster child for friendly fire but he does make a good bullet magnet."
"John, that's the first time you've ever admitted I was good at something," said Morgan. But as he was smiling he turned green again. "Keep on talking I can hear you," he said as he ducked back around the dumpster. His heaving sounds were magnified because of the semi-empty garbage bin.
"Geez thanks and I've got to sleep with him on the barge tonight. Won't Chuck be tickled pink when he finds out. I should have him sleep in the master bedroom."
"Look what I found," said one of Cole's men as he brought back a Webley Mk VI .455. "I don't think he had to use his finger if he had this."
"That should be in a museum somewhere as old as it is," said Casey. "There can't be that many that still work floating around."
"You'd be surprised," said Cole. "Enough with trying to blame Morgan this wasn't his doing. His real name was Paul Sweeney and he worked for MI5. He'd infiltrated one of the groups we had word on that was planning something..."
"I knew he was familiar this was the guy you recognized who came through the door earlier," said Casey. This made him look at the crime scene with a different set of eyes.
"Look here. I've got a group of men that were standing over there... probably three judging from their shoe prints. If there were any more your man's blood wiped them away. I'm sorry I know how these things hurt. We should pull all the security cam footage in the neighborhood. I don't see any back here but we might get lucky out front."
"You know this was partly my fault. I wanted to pull him out but he kept saying he was getting close to finding out what this Kelly guy was up to and now he's taken all his intel to the grave with him."
"I wouldn't beat myself up too hard. We all know we're playing for keeps and sometimes crap happens. He knew the rules of the game and he chose to play the same. Now we need to find this Kelly guy and dish out a big helping spoonful of payback."
"What do you mean 'we'," said Cole. "You guys don't have jurisdiction here and the last thing I need is for you guys to start a firefight in her Majesties stables."
"I think your friend Kelly just gave us jurisdiction. You don't think this is an accident that they did this the day we arrived or that they left the body here for us to discover with you. No, this is this guy Kelly daring us to come out to play and I for one am ready to give him a beat down he won't quickly recover from."
"Boss, I think the Colonel is right. Maybe Morgan stumbling over the body was an accident but leaving him here like this for us to find him wasn't... no this was intentional."
"If this Kelly is up to something he'll show his head again so for now we go on with business as normal..."
"Then when he shows his head we play whack-o-mole. One of my favorite carnival games," said John as he smiled.
"He's not lying he holds the record in L.A. county and I was there when he won it," said Morgan as he felt his stomach churn. "This is all that Steak and Ale's fault. I should've known this was going to happen. John, I need to call it a night."
"Tomorrow morning when you wake up cook up a big pan full of bacon," said Jonesy. "It's natures hangover cure."
"Please don't mention fried food," said Morgan as he turned green again. "Especially greasy foods I don't think my stomach can take it."
"Go ahead and go," said Cole. "If I need anything I know where to find you guys and I'll swing by on the way into work to pick you two up. Please be ready by eight."
"Yeah, I can hardly wait."
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Chuck tried to push his way through. He didn't know what game everyone was playing but he didn't like it. He thought they were just messing with him. However, as he made his way by he noticed there saw a big funeral wreath on the manager's door… Morgan's office... with RIP on the ribbon.
"Holy crap, wait a minute guys… hold up one. I think you need to tell me what's going on," said Chuck as he pointed over at Morgan's office. "Please tell me Casey didn't finally do it."
"Do what? What are you talking about John doing what?" said Big Mike. "They're both in there like a two for one sale and both past their expiration date."
"What are you talking about," said Chuck. "Have you all gone crazy or have you spent too much time back on the loading dock." He went over to Morgan's office then grabbed the door knob but suddenly found himself inside.
"Crap, how'd I do that? Oh no," he said. There were two coffins inside one with Morgan's picture on it and another one with Casey's on it. "Wait a minute how'd this happen? I should remember this or at least I think I should."
"Chuck, are you missing something," said a familiar voice coming from behind him. He spun around and there was Shaw standing in the doorway holding up his governor now on his wrist. "I should thank you. Ettore and I make a good team. Almost as good as you and Morgan made as in past tense."
"You did this. I don't need that to finish you," said Chuck as he made fists with his hands and his knuckles cracked. "I don't know how you got out of Super Max but you won't be going back. I'll see to that."
"Big talk Bartowski, let's see if your fists can match your mouth," said Shaw. Chuck jumped up off the sofa springing off it. He did a flip in midair landing in a fighting stance.
"Fight you coward," said Chuck as he threw a right left combination then dropped down on the grown sweeping the feet out from under his opponent then he leaped on him and was about to finish him off when he heard his name called.
"Chuck, Chuck wake up. You're dreaming." When he looked back down he found he was sitting on top of Sarah and what was left of the coffee table. "Now get off me."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you? I was dreaming that Ettore helped Shaw escape and then there was my governor. He... they killed... well it was a dream. Oh, thank goodness it was only a dream," said Chuck as he tried to catch his breath. He flopped back down on the sofa and put his head in his hands.
"Yes, it was a dream and I'm fine," she said as she sat next to him and put her arm around him. "Maybe a little sore but I'm fine. I just came out to check on you and tuck you in. Boy was that a mistake."
"I said I was sorry and I really am," said Chuck as he looked over at her then then reached over and took her other hand. "I don't know what got into me."
"I do. You're tired. Are you sure you want to do this mission? I know what you said about Morgan and Casey but are you up to it? Like this you're no good to them."
"After my dream I'm sure I have too," he said then they talked for a little longer before they both went back to their respective beds calling it a night.
[The Next Morning Early]
Sam got up earlier than anyone because she wanted to surprise Chuck and Sarah in bed like she did back at Echo park. She hopped out of bed then ran to the door but opened it quietly she didn't want to wake Molly. Then after she closed it she turned and started to run but froze in her tracks because she found Chuck sleeping on the sofa.
"This is strange," she said the herself then she walked quietly over to make sure it really was Chuck and it was him. "There must've been a fight I missed," she said to herself. This seemed to be confirmed by the broken coffee table in front of the sofa. She went got a chair then pushed it over so she could sit in front of Chuck to watch him sleep. But that didn't last long.
"Hum, this is awfully boring. How can he sleep so soundly when he should be awake playing with me," she said to herself. She jumped out of her chair then went and took the hammer out of her bag then ran back.
"You realize that you could get in trouble for this," she said. "I'll do it anyway." She took the hammer then tossed it into the air making sure it fell in all the table debris. It made a loud crashing noise. Chuck immediately woke up and rolled over to find Sam smiling back at him.
"What are you doing?" asked Sam as she sat in her chair rocking her feet back and forth. Unsuccessfully trying to sit still.
"I'm sleeping," said Chuck as he yawned and stretched. "Like what you should be doing."
"But you're not sleeping. If you were sleeping you wouldn't be talking to me and I wouldn't be talking to you back."
"How do you know that for sure one of us could be dreaming. I could be asleep dreaming you're sitting there talking to me or you could still be in bed dreaming about sitting across from me."
"I could slap you then you'd know you were awake if you want or I could test your reflexes."
"Let's skip that I've already had one round with your mother this morning. I don't need a round with you. I suppose you'd like me to get dressed and we go down below for pancakes?"
"Now that you mention it that does sound like a good idea and if I'm dreaming when I wake up I can have more."
"You are a little stinker," said Chuck as he grabbed and tickled her.