A/N: A big thanks to everyone who has read so far. Hope you're enjoying it and please please leave me a review so I know which bits you liked and which bits you didn't. I feel I should put the disclaimer on one more time just to remind people I don't actually own Chuck. There we go. Happy Ninja Attacks!
On the flight. 16 hours until touch down in Dubai International Airport.
Sarah settled down into her 45" recliner seat next to Chuck, shaking slightly in excitement at the thrills which awaited her. Across the aisle to her lounged John Casey, who was unfortunate enough to pick the short straw and sit next to a young boy playing on his Nintendo DSi.
"Should keep him quiet," Casey had smiled smugly, before settling down with his crossword book.
The flight attendant walked onto the deck with a bottle of champagne, to which she gladly accepted. She toasted to Chuck, and then drank it slowly. She loved flying first class, but she had never flown first class with Chuck before.
"Right then ladies and gents, I'd like to brief you on the safety procedures with this short demonstrational video" the attendant announced shortly afterwards to the groans of the agents. Some things never changed.
"Uhh Sarah shouldn't you be paying attention?" Chuck asked smugly as they were reminded to exercise during the flight.
"Chuck, I've been on hundreds of flights before and I practically know the procedures. Plus I had to work undercover once as a stewardess,"
"Do you still have the outfit?" Chuck asked, raising an eyebrow, before the flight attendant shushed them. Sarah giggled, before settling back into her seat and reaching for Chuck's hand. Everything began to feel natural- for two weeks she could stop being Agent Sarah Walker and just be Sarah Walker- girlfriend to Chuck Bartowski. And with that thought in her head, she couldn't stop smiling.
Somewhere over the Atlantic
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, we appear to be encountering some turbulence. We'd advise all passengers to buckle up until we're safely out of it. Thank you for your time,"
Chuck grimaced slightly and looked at Sarah.
"Sarah, maybe I've just watched too many episodes of Lost but what if the plane crashes and we have to live on an island?"
"Sounds like you've been watching too much TV moron," Casey replied gruffly, staring up from his crossword.
The three started laughing, or more precisely Sarah and Chuck started laughing and Casey grunted.
"Hey Moron, I need your help," Casey asked a few minutes later.
"What's that Casey. YOU? Need MY help?" Chuck taunted, and Sarah spat her orange juice back into the cup.
"Enough Moron or I'll break your face. 9 letters, person devoted to a particular cause, often seen to be hard and misguided in history,"
"Hmm," Chuck seemed to consider for a minute. "J-O-H-N-C-A-S-E-Y?" Chuck spelled out to Casey's annoyance. Casey unbuckled his seatbelt and went to reach for Chuck.
"Really sir, you heard the Captain. Sit down or you'll hurt yourself," the flight attendant reprimanded, and he was forced to sit down again.
"I love holidays" Chuck smiled, relaxing into his seat.
*
Still on the Atlantic.
"Chuuuuck. I'm bored," Sarah pouted, poking her boyfriend on the ribs.
"Sarah, do you not want to watch the amazing shows that this plane has selected for us?"
"Really Chuck, I seriously doubt that Bee Movie is my kind of film," she smiled sadistically.
"Oh come on Sarah. Think of something interesting to do. Even Casey's getting in the spirit!" Chuck replied, before reaching over and kissing Sarah briefly on the lips.
Across the aisle, the young boy had leaned over to Casey and had asked for his help. Soon, the two of them were engaged in the boy's Pokemon game.
"No, you should use your water gun!" Casey had yelled at one point.
"Casey, this is very out of character for you," Chuck had pointed out.
"And Moron? I'm bored okay? And I practically helped to design the original," Casey mumbled for a second, before returning to the Nintendo DSi.
"Let me show you this then. It's how you can kill a person with your palm," Sarah offered, demonstrating her palm.
"Sarah. We are on a commercial flight. Can we please leave the spy stuff for a little bit?" Chuck replied, before Sarah burst out laughing. Of course, Chuck realised. It was a joke.
Another flight attendant walked from behind the curtain and placed a hand on Chuck's shoulder. Chuck looked up, amused, and stood still.
He was flashing.
A series of images ran before his head. The flight attendant was called Damian Briggs. He was wanted in seven countries for murder, and he was currently presumed missing.
"Chuck Bartowski?" Damian asked. "I was sent to find you,"
*
A/N: The plane journey will conclude in Chapter 5 when we finally touch down in Dubai!