When Chuck and Sarah had finally arrived at Castle, Shawn and Casey had already been there for a few minutes. After the unconscious FUCLRUM agents had been put into holding cells, Casey conference called General Beckman once again, and she appeared on the screen, her hair messy against the backdrop of her kitchen.

"What is it?" She asked. "It's late, and—is that Spencer?"

"We're sorry to bother you, General," said Sarah. "But we have a problem."

"Why is Spencer in Castle?" She asked, angrily.

"He's innocent," Chuck said.

"I am?" said Shawn. "What-what was I being accused of?"

"General Beckman, we have captured three FULCRUM agents and are holding them in Castle, and Major Casey and I will interrogate them when they regain consciousness. In the process of capturing them, a mistake was made and Spencer now knows who we are."

"General Bleckman," Shawn began.

"Beckman," Chuck quietly corrected.

"General Beckman," he continued, "I have been asking these people what the big deal is, but apparently Casey is much too grumpy and douche-y to answer me. Anyway, I am very confused as to what on earth any of you were doing in Santa Barbara."

"Figure it out, psychic," Casey mumbled.

"I don't have the energy to deal with the four of you right now," General Beckman said. "All of you, tell Spencer what the rest of the plan is for the counterfeit case file. Tomorrow, return to Santa Barbara and work it out, unless of course he cannot be trusted or in any way poses a threat. Other than that, no more information will be passed on to him, is that understood? I want this case finished by tomorrow or else there will be consequences, am I clear?"

"Yes General," said Sarah, Casey, and Chuck in unison.

"By the way, I do expect to eventually be told how Mr. Spencer obtained this information, although I suspect it lies on the shoulders of Mr. Bartowski. Team, I'll be expecting a call tomorrow. Goodnight," said the General, and the screen went black.

"Did she know I was there? She didn't seem to know I was even in the room," Shawn complained.

"Listen Shawn, we don't have much time," said Sarah. "Listen to every word we say to you and pay attention. What we are going to tell you is very important and you are going to need to take in every detail."

"Okay, I'll ask again, what is going on?" Shawn said.

Sarah took a deep breath and explained the mission they had been assigned to, with Chuck jumping in here and there. She left out the detail of the Chuck's intersect, but told him that they knew he wasn't actually psychic.

"This is the coolest thing I have ever heard!" Shawn exclaimed. "You guys with the listening devices and the weapons and the guns and bulletproof vests and the mojo-dojo karate. Oh, just wait 'til I tell Gus about this..."

"What makes you think you can tell him?" Casey said.

"Well, I gotta tell Gus, we tell each other everything. Plus, there's no way I'm keeping something like this from him."

"Shawn, these are government secrets," Sarah said. "But if you're positive you can trust Gus, he might be able to help us out. Can Gus act?"

"No doubt about it."

Casey still objected, but as Sarah explained herself, he relented slightly. Sarah, Casey, and Chuck spent the rest of the night going over the events of the next day until every detail was perfected and they were certain Shawn knew what to do. Casey called the undercover agents working the case with them and told them to get ready. He wasn't coming to Santa Barbara this time, since he now had to watch Castle's prisoners.

As dawn broke, Shawn exclaimed, "Okay, who's up for some honey glazed chicken biscuits? Donuts, maybe? Or, I could do both."

No one responded to the idea, although to Chuck, both of those things sounded really good. Before long, they headed out, all three of them in Sarah's car. Chuck drove after drinking two and a half cups of coffee.

"Wow, I haven't been up this early in a long, long time. Is this normal for you spies?" Shawn asked.

"Pretty much," said Chuck.

"You know, there's one thing I haven't been able to figure out about this whole thing, and that's you, Lucky Chuckie. It's obvious you're not a normal spy-you have no coordination and no muscle tone- and that you have a different sort of special talent that qualifies you to work with Sarah and Casey, but I just can't figure out what it is."

"Chuck went to Stanford," said Sarah.

"Oh, Ivy League boy, huh? I'll buy that. You're the brains, Sarah probably seduces guys and then beats them up, and Casey shoots people. But wait a minute..."

Chuck began to get nervous.

"General Bleckman called Sarah Agent Walker and Casey Major Casey. She only called Chuck Mr. Bartowski, so he's not an agent, he's a consultant, like Gus and me. But what does he do..."

"Uh, Shawn," said Sarah, "why don't you tell us about the last case you solved? I believe I read something about a fireman who turned out to be an arsonist..."

"Oh, yeah, Gus and I got to slide down the fire pole! It was great." Shawn began talking about his former cases and Chuck relaxed. He was glad that he wasn't investigating anymore and there was nothing he could flash on, because even though Shawn had only a limited knowledge of how computers within the brain and the like worked, he figured it wouldn't be too hard for him to figure it out.

"Dude, roller derby chicks," Shawn continued. "Can you believe it? It turns out they were all identity thieves breaking into stores on their roller skates. And Jules had to go undercover and went on the roller derby team! Well, technically that was her case. We just helped her out."

Things were quiet for a few moments as they drew closer to Santa Barbara. "So Sarah, I know you were just pretending to be into me, but I was thinking that maybe we could try things again. We could go to the same restaurant and just, you know, start over..."

Chuck gripped the steering wheel. Was he ever going to stop hitting on her?

"Sorry, Shawn," said Sarah.

"All right," he said, looking out the window. They had finally reached the Psych office, where Shawn had asked Gus to meet them.