Don't own Chuck
Chuck took hold of his cane and turned it into a three section staff 'the coiling dragon' and swung it around like a whip catching the punk who was about to hit Molly square across the face. He went down with thud hard on the pavement. The man's other friends quickly tried to circle Chuck but with his staff he just as quickly took them out. Flicking it out than pulling it back, it was just a white blur. One pulled a knife but with the staff Chuck used the two ends like Eskrima sticks and sent the knife flying then with spinning hook kick laid the man out. Later Morgan would say, it was amazing the man was up one minute then kissing the ground the next. And so it was for the rest. The first jerk got up with an obvious broken nose and pulled a Chiappa two inch revolver from under his shirt.
"Look out," yelled Morgan as the man fired. Channelling Neo in matrix Chuck dodged the bullet then blocked his pistol hand by hooking in two sections of the staff. He then extended punk's arm and followed up with a strike to the elbow. There was a loud audible crack, the sound of a clean break. All the men were down and Chuck was standing over the top of them panting.
"Is everyone okay," asked Chuck as he retrieved the punk's revolver slipped it into his belt. Chuck ran to Molly and grabbed her up. He felt her trembling little body so he led her close and let her cry into his shoulder. "Molly dear it's over," he said as he brush back her mated hair to look into her swollen eyes, "let me put you down for a second," he said. "Morgan, give me your phone. Emma please hold her. Alex stay with the two of them."
"Here watch them," said Chuck as he handed Morgan the pistol. "Morgan, barrel down."
"Man you were great," said Morgan, "just like San Te, Chuck and the 36th Chamber of Shaolin, I guess you guys will be careful who you pick on from now on sucker," said Morgan as the men moaned in pain.
"Officer Bill O'Brien," said Chuck, "you might remember me, well I'm almost certain you do it's not every day a blind man takes down a punk. … Yes it was me well I want you to know your friend came back with company. … No we're fine I just need someone to come down and haul them away." Chuck heard the pause on the line. Chuck gave the officer their location and the policeman said he'd be right there. Chuck hung up Morgan's phone then pocketed it.
Within minutes there were sirens and policeman all around them. It wasn't long enough before one of the punk's friends became belligerent.
"You haven't got anything on us," said one of the men trying to act tough. "There aren't any witnesses. It's just our word against theirs."
"That might be the case but that car up the street that you guys got out off is filled with crystal methyl judging from your sink and since we never touched your car the only fingerprints in it will be yours." Officer O'Brien and Chuck walked with the loud mouth thug to it.
"You need a warrant to open it up," protest the punk.
"No, the police need a warrant but if I as citizen can accidentally do this," said Chuck as he kick the lock on the trunk and it popped open. "Now it's in plain sight. I don't think you'll be getting out so fast this time." Then everyone rode down to the Precinct house and once they got there Chuck took O'Brien aside.
"Officer O'Brien, I need to talk to you alone with your Captain but first can you get Molly and Emma something to eat. I'll pay for it, it's just they're not used this and I'm afraid they're in shock if you could help me out I'd appreciate."
"Sure, no problem but call me Bill," he yelled to one of his colleagues and they took Emma and Molly into the conference room away from the scum of the earth they were processing including Chuck's additions. Bill waved for Chuck to follow him and he took him into the 5th Precinct Commander's Office. They walked into the office and behind a desk sat a relatively attractive woman. She looked up over the papers she was studying as they walked in.
"Hi, I'm Captain Maurine Webster," said the woman as she extended her hand from the other side of the desk.
"Carmichael, Charles Carmichael but my friends call me Chuck."
"Well, first of all let me say thanks then let me tell you that I don't like vigilantes. We have enough problems on our street without civilians getting in the midde-"
"Hold up I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot," said Chuck as he reached in his jacket and pulled out his CIA credentials. "My name is Agent Carmichael and I asked to speak to you because I can't have my name involved in this case. That's part of the reason I showed Officer O'Brien the drugs so you won't need us to testify."
"Well this does change things," said the woman as she got up and came around the desk now remarkably friendlier.
"You know you've got quite a good officer here. If he hadn't gone the extra mile and given me his card I might have been forced to let those thugs go so as not to blow my cover."
"But I thought you were blind," said O'Brien.
"You see I've been here on Med leave after an accident I was involved in and when you saw me the other day I was blind. You know Bill I think I can do something for you," said Chuck and in front of the officer's Captain, Chuck took out Morgan's phone and dialled a number. "Hello, Kenny, this is Chuck … I know hey I can't talk but I just wanted to tell you if you're looking for a good guy I've got one. His name is Officer Bill O'Brien, he's one of Chicago's finest, 5th Precinct. Thanks." Then he hung up. Bill the US Marshal's office will be contacting you for an interview. Captain, I'm sorry if I'm stealing one of your brightest but hometown America will be safer with him walking its beat."
"No don't apologize I makes me look good too when my men succeed so thanks Agent Carmichael." Chuck was saying his good byes and about to find Morgan and Alex before rounding up the rest when he heard a familiar voice. He looked around the floor then he saw him. Actually he had never seen him before. Chuck walked up to a desk where a man sat handcuffed and across the desk was an officer who was typing a report.
"Rick what's going on?"
"Chuck, what? why are you here and you can see." Rick didn't know what to say.
"Excuse me sir but I'm working here," said the officer. Chuck ignored him.
"Tell me what happened, I thought you were supposed to be seeing your son?"
"I was but when I went over my wife and her boyfriend had me arrested. They said I just showed up unannounced then they called the law."
"Officer, I know he's telling the truth."
"Well that's not what the witnesses say and this is number ten in a string."
"Let me see that," said Chuck as he grabbed the report folder from the officer and opened.
"Hey, you can't do that," said the officer as he started to get up to protest but the Captain came out hearing the disturbance and motioned for the officer to sit down. As Chuck looked through the report he flashed. He had to put his hand on the desk to steady himself.
"Are you okay," said Rick.
"Yeah, never better, boy did I miss that. Captain we've got a problem," said Chuck. "Is this man still here? The witness is he filing a deposition?"
"Yeah he's in the cubical at the end there with my partner. The wife already filed hers and left." Chuck reached down and with a spare handcuff key he took the cuffs off of Rick.
"Hey, you can't-"
"If you open your mouth one more time I'm going to make sure your next assignment will be at the police stables where you'll trade in your sidearm for a shovel." Chuck walked over to the cubical and slammed the man's head down on the table then cuffed him. "I'm declaring you under arrest scumbag." Then he hauled him back to the Captain.
"Care to explain," she asked not knowing what to make of Chuck other then she wanted to point out to him that this was Chicago not Gitmo.
"Sure," said Chuck as he marched the guy over to their wanted board filled with posters. "If someone had bothered to check over here when this guy first came in to accuse my friend of wrong doing that someone would have seen that this man is a wanted felon in three states and one of the charges is cop killing. Bill I need you to take the credit for the bust and you know why."
"I got him," said Bill.
"I guess we owe you another thanks."
"Captain, we do what we do not for the pat on the back but because it's the right thing to do. If you want to say thanks take care of this," said Chuck as he handed Rick's folder.
"I'll look into personally." Chuck was shaking her hand when he noticed a news flash on the Precinct's TV.
"Fox TV has obtained this exclusive footage of the yacht that was boarded by pirates in the Red Sea. For our viewers who do not know Somali pirates have been held responsible for the boarding and kidnapping of US citizens on board this chartered yacht. This news station has been informed that negotiations are being held to guarantee the safe return of all hostages." Chuck froze when he saw Devon on board with his friends who Chuck remembered from other UCLA parties.
"Yeah makes you sick, doesn't it," said the Captain, "too bad they don't have you over there."
"Ma'am I need two squad cars; the first to run my family home and the second to get me to the airport. You're right they need me to be there."
Chuck went to where everyone was at in the conference room then he got them together to head home.
"Okay they're going to run you guys home but I have to stay here a little long so don't worry about me just go home and order a pizza. Don't wait for me to eat, I really don't know how long I'm going to be." Then Chuck took Molly aside and gave her a big hug. "Molly," he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to go bring your sister home. Don't tell anyone until tomorrow, can you do this for me? It'll be our secret." Molly looked up at him and smiled then nodded. He walked them down to the waiting squad car then stood there watching them drive off. Chuck got in the back of a second one to find Rick already inside.
"Chuck, I don't think we've been properly introduced," said Rick as the squad car pulled out with lights and sirens on, "Master Gunnery Sergeant Rick Nash USMC spec op."
"Rick where I'm going, it won't be safe and you've got a son."
"And you've got a daughter."
"If I'm right my wife is caught up in that mess on the news. You see one of the hostages is my brother in law so I have a vested interest in this. I can't make you come along but I won't deny that I could use the help."
"Then why are we debating."
"Listen, I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. I'm not good at being noble, but I'll do what it takes to get the job done."
"We're here," said the officer who was driving.
"Rick, this is your last chance."
"Then why are we talking about it."
"Rick, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
Chuck made sure the Lear was topped off and filed a bogus flight plan.
"How do you expect to get us out over the Atlantic," asked Rick, "are you going to try and fly under the radar?"
"That trick works only in the movies, no for FAA purposes we're two Carmichael executives travelling to Hammamet, Holiday Village Manar in Tunis for a conference on regional security. I've backdoored it by emailing my executive assistance in Paris, Hannah. She'll cover for us and file all the necessary paperwork to get us across Europe."
They rolled out of the hangar and taxied out to the line of waiting planes then when the control tower gave them the go ahead they hit the runway taking off as the early morning fog was starting to burn off and the first rays of light were starting to shine over the horizon as they flew into the sun.
"My God, how I've missed this," said Chuck then as he came back down. "Rick I need for you to sit up here with me I want to explain to you the controls. I'm going to have to work on getting us some JP4 and to do that I'm going to need to work on my computer in the back."
"I don't know how to fly a plane."
"Don't freak out. I'll put the plane on autopilot I just want you up here in case something goes wrong."
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Morgan was the first to get up rolling over he smiled to see Alex in his bed even though she had constructed the Berlin wall by using extra pillows she made a barrier between her side and his. But he considered it a break threw in their relationship, taking it to the next level. Morgan was elated. Chuck was well again and a weight that he had carried on his shoulders for three months was gone.
"Morgan," said Alex, "can you make coffee? I really need a strong black cup."
"Sure darling anything you want. You know I can also get you some cereal or make you some French toast."
"I seem to remember that was Carina's favourite."
"No Chuck volunteered me to make them for Sarah's old hens. But actually they come out quite well I've been told." Morgan was bombarding her with words and she was still half asleep.
Morgan did you eat a candy bar? You sound like you're on a sugar high," said Alex as she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow.
"You know technically we slept together last night."
"Morgan," said Alex as she raised her head. "We slept in the same bed that's all."
"Yes, I know but it's still sleeping together in the same bed. I think that's one of the definitions of 'sleeping together'."
"Morgan, if you tell my father that he'll break you from limb, from limb, from limb so let's keep our night together to ourselves."
"A gentleman never tells."
"Augh!" said Alex. Morgan wondered if that wasn't the female version of the grunt. "Morgan please just bring me a black cup of coffee, thanks."
Morgan walked out of the bedroom and down the hall trying to be quiet so as not to wake anyone up. He walked pass the couch on tip toes. Chuck hadn't come home when they turned in and that was late. He went into the kitchen and made coffee then tip toed back through with two cups in his hand. He stumped his toe on an end table and it was all he could do not to yell or spill the coffee. He quickly retreated back into the bedroom hobbling and limping where he found Alex sitting up in bed.
"I hope you didn't wake Chuck up," said Alex as she watched him limp in. "Give me those," she said as she took her cup and his before he could spill any then he sat down next to her. "What time did he get in?" She asked as she handed his cup back.
"I don't know I gave up after a while and turned in. He must be tired because I walked through and didn't wake him up. Normally he's a light sleeper."
"Well you can't blame him after everything that happened. I mean losing his sight and now that he's got it back."
"I know and what a relief it is but I was thinking he should really go to the hospital and get himself checked out. What if his recovery is temporary? Worse if it reverses itself because he didn't get it looked at in time. What if he catches pink eye?"
"Pink eye?"
"Yeah I don't know where that came from."
"You know you may be right, I never thought about it," said Alex as she sipped her coffee.
"What about pink eye?"
"No silly about getting checked out. What should we do?"
"Well, if he isn't up soon I think we ought to wake him and get him to go in."
"That would be the wise move I think, so let's do this finish our coffee first then we go wake Chuck up. If we're really lucky Molly will wake up first and do our job for us."
"Great minds think alike," said Morgan as they clinked cups together. "How did you sleep? I slept wonderful with you in my bed."
"Morgan, my father will kill you."
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In the early morning hours at RAF Mildenhall the Air Wing Commander of the 100th Air Refueling Wing received an urgent communication from Lackland. Looking down at the document classified Top Secret he shook his head then put it in a shredder.
"Major Powell," yelled the Commander. "I need you to patch me through to Captain Pick on the STU-III and go secure." The Commander was sitting at his desk looking at the shredder thinking about his career when the Major informed him that the Captain was on the line.
"Captain Pick … Cut through all the etiquette crap. I need to know if you've got enough go-go juice for another thirsty bird … Good I just a message from Lackland and you're not going to like it. Hell I don't like it but there's a spook plane that needs refuelling and I've tapped your unit for the job. … Hold the thanks until you hear the mission.