Hiya. Thanks you so much for the sweet comments. Im glad your enjoying this. This chap is kind of pointless. It just a day off for Emma, and Casey. Hope yall enjoy it.

Time: Mid season 3. Just before Alex.

Plot: Ha there really never is one in my stories. Just follow along. :)

Rating: M for some wordy derds, ass kicking, and sexy stuff. LoL

Legal Crap: I dont own Chuck. (Shit) Im just building my own sandcastle in their sandbox. Ha

Team Bartowski vs The New Girl

By: amberlynn1991

Emma's POV

I wasn't pulled out of sleep from, the normal wail of the alarm clock. Instead the warm smell of coffee, and something sweet stirred me. I glanced at the clock, and it read 8:38 am. "Why didn't you wake me up." I said glaring at the thing. It sat there, and said nothing, as it should. I sighed. Then tossed back the covers, and climbed out of bed. I stretched, then walked down stairs. The soft sounds coming from the kitchen, made me smile. I heard a slight clink of pots, and pans. Followed by the teasing sizzle of something cooking, and based by the smell it was going to be good. I finally made it into the room were all the magic was happening, and spotted Casey. He was standing in front of the stove, working in a quite grace. As if the man needs another drop dead sexy skill. A man who knew his way around a gun range, and the kitchen. 'Kill me' I thought with a smirk. I stalked over to the coffee pot, and began making myself a cup. He glanced over at me, and smiled.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked with a worried look. I knew what he meant. 'How was you first nights rest after killing a man.' I could hear it in his tone.

I looked into the creamy warm drink, as if it held all the words wonders. I tried to keep the crushing guilt out of my voice. "Yeah." I lied. The truth was I barely got a wink of sleep. I layed there for hours, looking at the wall. When sleep finally did come, I had the same nightmare, over and over again. It was almost unfair, how real, and vivid it was. It would start the same way. I would be walking threw a giant field, filled with tall sunflowers. The air was warm, and smelled like honeysuckle. Then the weather would change in an instant. The air would become freezing cold, and the wind would pick up. The bright dead leaves of fall, would dance sadly around my feet. Up in the distance there would be a single headstone, with three face-less people dressed in black, standing next to it. Their heart broken sobs, filled my ears. I would grow louder, and louder, until I thought my ears would bleed. I would break out into a run, towards them. As I made it to them, they would begin to scream at me. "You did this." They would say threw their pain. My eyes would glance at the lone stone in fear, and his name would stare back at me. Brian Webber. Then my hands would become moist, and I would looked down, and they would be covered in thick red blood. I would bolt upright in bed, covered in a cold sweat, with my heart pounding. I would calm back down, and drift off again, then it would start again. So my night wasn't a good one. I felt Casey's eyes on my face, as if reading my mind.

"You know you can talk to me about this, its ok to be upset." He said softly.

I looked up at him. "Do the nightmares ever stop?" I whispered as if it was a secret.

He frowned "No, but they get easier to deal with." He said with a hint of sadness.

I nodded. "Hey don't we have to go to work today?" I asked dropping the subject. I prayed that he would let me.

He smiled softly. "Nope. Beckman called, and told everyone to take the day off. So I called in sick to the Buymore." he said with a smirk.

I guess God was on my side today. I thought. "So your the one who killed my alarm clock?" I grinned softly.

He nodded. "Yep, I figured you wouldn't mind sleeping in. So we have the day to ourselfs, no missions, no BuyMore, and no Orange Orange. Just you and me." he said with a soft smile.

I nodded, then smirked. "You made me breakfast too?" I said pointing to the pan.

He grinned. "Yeah. How does homemade French Toast sound?" he asked.

"It sounds like heaven. You better stop all this right now, or you'll never get rid of me." I teased.

He grabbed two plates, and began fixing them. "How do you know that's not the plan?" He shot me a wink.

'This man is trying to kill me. Well at least he has a shirt on, cause this man cooking me breakfast shirtless would be asking me to rape him.' I blushed at the random thought. "Your playing with fire love." I mock warned, walking to the table, holding our coffee.

He followed, and sat down. He pushed my plate over to me, and grinned. "Eat your breakfast, cause we are going out." He pointed at my plate.

'Yep he is gonna be the death of me one day.' I thought. "Oh yea were are we going?" I asked taking a bite of the toast. I couldn't stop a pleased moan from slipping out. It was like an explosion of sweet, warm, rich and joy.

He raised an eye brow at me. "Good?" He smirked.

I nodded like a fool. "Oh God yes, so good." I took another big bite, manners be dammed. 'Iv' e had sex, that wasn't as good as this.' I thought to myself.

He chuckled. "And to answer you question, It a surprise." He shot me a breath taking smile.

'I wish he would smile like that all the time, on second thought if he did, I would never get anything done, or said for that matter.' I untied my tongue. "A surprise?" I asked stupidly.

"Yea. It will be fun, I promise." he smirked.

I nodded. "That's good, I need to have some fun." I said

"Yeah, hence the five star treatment." he smirked, nodding down at the amazing food.

I grinned. "Well you really know how to pamper a gal." I smirked.

He laughed. "Don't get used to it kiddo." He smirked.

"Too late." I teased.

He nodded. "Oh hey I was flipping threw the DVR today, and I have a question." He said.

I looked at him funny. "Okay shoot." I said.

He put both his elbows on the table, and locked his hands together. "What the hell is Firefly, and why are there like twenty episodes recorded?" He asked with a silly look.

I busted out laughing. "Oh my god!." I took a calming breath. He shot me an 'I don't get it' Look. "Firefly is a TV show, and I set the DVR to record every episode, because Its awesome." I said when I could breath again.

He shook his head. "Ok then." He said.

I looked at him for a moment. "You kind of look like Jayne." I mused

"Jayne's a girls name." he grunted.

My jaw dropped. "Easy now Jayne is my favorite, and Casey is kind of a girls name too by the way." I teased

He shrugged. "Sorry, I won't mess with your Jayne." he joked.

"That's better, and I can't believe you haven't seen it. This calls for a marathon, after are fun day." I winked.

"Whatever you say kiddo." He smirked.

"Music to my ears." I grinned.

He snickered. "Go get dressed, something casual." He ordered with a smirk.

I stood up, and saluted. "Yes sir." I said in a silly tone. I turned, and jogged back upstairs to get ready for our day of fun.

FIN

I know it short, im sorry. How did ya like that Firefly spot. ;) Its a lame joke, but still oh so much fun. Let me know what you thought of this chap! There will be a part two, for it. :)