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Chapter 4: Sorry I Missed Ya

Anna stood silently watching as the military woman, who John called "General" prattled on about something or the other. It was all too confusing for the Nerd Herder (Or was she a former Nerd Herder?) to handle. Especially after her request to be filled in on just what the hell was going on was denied out of hand. The woman on the screen had just looked at her briefly before she started talking again, and Casey and Chuck looked at her as if she'd made a bad joke.

Basically, from what Anna could tell, John, Chuck, and Sarah were some type of spies. And judging by the involvement of a military officer, they were government spies. Of course, the fancy setup under the yogurt shop should have given that away. It's not like people who spy on common businesses could afford all of this.

"Agent Walker?" the woman asked, breaking Anna from her daze.

"Er, um, yeah?" She mentally kicked herself. "I mean yes, General?" There, that sounded more professional.

"I asked if you had any questions about tonight's operation," the General answered.

Well, hell yeah Anna had questions. She had a lot of questions. Like, first of all, what kind of operation? And secondly, what was she expected to do? And also, while they were on the topic, it might be best if everything that had been said previously was repeated. Probably wouldn't be best to bring those concerns to light.

"No, I'm good," Anna answered.

It was an answer that earned her a strange look from Chuck, made John's eyes bug out of his head, and caused the General's eyebrows to furrow.

"Whatever," the woman spoke. "That will be all." And with that, the teleconference was terminated.

"Sarah? Are you feeling alright?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah, I'm just," Anna paused. "I think I need some air."

"I'll come with," Chuck said.

Chuck led the way out of Castle and up through the Orange Orange into the parking lot of the plaza.

"Are you sure nothing's wrong?" he asked again, placing a comforting hand on Anna's shoulder.

"No, yeah. I just need to take care of a few things. Um, Chuck? Can I possibly borrow your Herder?" she asked. Of course, the Chuck she knew would say "no" right out. That Herders were for employees only. But then Anna was finding out that the Chuck she knew probably didn't exist at all.

"You promise to bring it back in one piece this time?" Chuck asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. That made Anna wonder just what may have happened to his car in the past when Sarah drove. Was Sarah a bad driver? Her Porsche always seemed to be in alright shape.

"I'll do my best," Anna said, feigning an amused smile. Not that she didn't think Chuck was a funny guy, but inside jokes of which you are supposed to be in on, but totally aren't don't generally lead to great comedy. But was that even the smile that Sarah would give him? Crap! Did she know any of the things that Sarah normally did? Well, that's why she had to find the woman that now inhabited her body. She needed a crash course in how to be Sarah Walker, and quick.

But if Anna had looked behind her at all, if she had watched Chuck as she sped away in his car, she would have seen a look of utter bemusement. She would have seen the look of someone that knew more than ever that something was wrong.

……

Sarah pulled to a halt outside the Buy More. "Look, I have something I need to go take care of real quick. I guess I'll, um, see you at work, yeah?" she said to Morgan, who once again looked beyond relieved to no longer be traveling at break-neck speeds.

"Wait!" Morgan said, grabbing her arm. The contact once again made Sarah's skin crawl. Yeah, she'd become a little less disgusted with Morgan when he'd shown a sensitive side she didn't know he possessed, but it still didn't make the touching any better. But if she thought the touching was bad, she was in for an entirely worse proposition from the little man. "No goodbye kiss?" he asked with a smile.

Ugh! She had to kiss him? And there would be no way to explain things if she didn't. Pushing back the bile that rose in her throat at just the thought, she leaned across the center console, closed her eyes, and kissed him on the forehead. "Okay, that's enough for now, now off to work with you."

Morgan looked at her strangely for a brief moment, before exiting the car and walking towards the store. Sarah was relieved to finally be alone. She was wholly disturbed by the impulses that coursed through her veins when she'd kissed the troll, however. What the hell was her problem? Why had that little bit of intimate contact felt so right? Damn Anna and her body. It was making Sarah think things she didn't want to, feel things she didn't want to.

Putting all that aside, labeling it in her mind as something to be dealt with later, Sarah started her trek to the Orange Orange. She got to the door just in time to see Casey walking out. The large NSA agent looked at her for a moment, and although his cool exterior stayed in place for the most part, Sarah's trained senses picked up on the very brief moment of uncertainty. Right, because he thought he needed to cover up why he would be coming out of the yogurt store this early in the morning, before it even opened.

"I was just –"

Sarah didn't have time to hear Casey's cover story. "I don't care why you were in there," she said cutting him off. "Look, Casey, er, John. I need to talk to Ann…Sarah, I mean. Have you seen Sarah?"

"She just left," Casey explained, relaxing a little. "Had some kind of personal business to take care of. Sure she'll be back later, Wu."

Sarah's shoulders slumped. Where had Anna taken her body? What was the other woman up to? And oh shit! She had already been there? Had she been in a mission briefing? Did she know their secret? This was getting really bad, really quick.

"Right, I um –"

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Casey asked, breaking Sarah from her thoughts.

"I, well," she paused, searching for something to say. Yep, there was no valid excuse as to why she couldn't be at work. "Right, I'll see you over there," Sarah said dejectedly.

……

As Casey made his way across the parking lot, Chuck came up from behind and joined him.

"Did something seem, I don't know, off about Sarah this morning?" Chuck asked in a whisper.

"Don't ask me," Casey answered gruffly. "Unlike you, I don't devote my life to stalking CIA skirts."

"I don't stalk Sarah!" Chuck defended. "I just –"

"Save it for someone who cares," Casey said. Then thinking: "But you're right. She wasn't herself today. But then, I just ran into Wu, and she was acting odd too. Could just be the moon cycle or something."

Chuck chortled. "John Casey, kick ass NSA agent, hardcore assassin, conservative gun nut –"

"You got a point to all this, Bartowski?"

"Yeah, sorry, it's just, you're the last person on earth I thought would be into watching the stars and stuff."

"I don't watch the stars, numb nuts. I just heard that lunar cycles can mess with the female reproductive cycle. Maybe all women are a little screwed up today."

Chuck seemed to think about it for a moment. "Well, I guess that makes some sense. Makes me feel a little better."

"Because my job is to worry about how you feel," Casey said sarcastically.

"Hey! You know you care, Sugar –"

"Complete that sentence, and I turn Walker's little crush on you into a same-sex relationship," Casey growled.

Chuck swallowed hard, nervously. Then, thinking about what Casey had admitted: "You think Sarah has a crush on me?"

Casey continued walking.

"Casey? Hey, Casey! You think she does?!"

Casey still ignored him.

A/N: Still to come, Chuck finally gets to talk to HIS Sarah, but he of course doesn't know she's Sarah. And Anna starts to piece together some things. You guys are awesome. Peace.