Here is Chapter 10. Sorry it took so long to get up; I had terrible writer's block. I had it written, but I hated it, so I re-wrote it. I still don't like it very much, but I didn't know if I could do any better than this, so I decided to publish it.

I do not own Chuck.

Who Can You Trust?

Jamie stood in her new room trying to figure out the best place for the tall display cabinet (that she had insisted upon shipping from her apartment in D.C.), when Chuck walked in with yet another in series of boxes.

"God," he groaned, out of breath, "these boxes are heavy. What on earth is in here? Never mind just tell me where you want it."

Jamie turned to face him, but didn't say anything.

"Too late."Chuck dropped the box.

Jamie looked horrified, "Chuck, be careful, that's my gun collection!'' she cried.

"Wait, you brought an entire stash of guns with you from D.C? You know that they sell them out here, too, right?" Chuck asked, jokingly.

"No, Chuck, that's my gun collection. What did you think that the big display case was for, anyway?"

Chuck scoffed, "Now it's clear to see who your biggest influence was."

Jamie smiled, "We all have quirks, Chuck. Sure, Casey influenced my love for firearms, but collecting them has become quite an enjoyable pastime for me. It's a weird thing that I enjoy; like Casey with his bonsai or you with that hideous Tron poster."

"Dad gave me that poster."

"I know Chuck, I'm just teasing you."

Chuck smiled at her. He already knew that she was joking.

"Okay," Jamie stood back to look at the display cabinet. What do you think about putting it there?" She pointed toward a wall.

"Bad spot," Was all he offered.

"Thanks a lot," she jabbed. "Where do you suggest I put it? I mean, this room is only so big."

"Oh, I don't know… let's see…the living room perhaps?" He poked sarcastically.

Jamie sighed, "I really didn't want to put it out there for God and everyone else to see."

"Why not?"

"I'm supposed to be the cute, innocent little sister who dreams of ponies and white picket fences. Not the zany little sister who has an unsettling obsession for firearms."

"Hey, it might actually put Ellie's mind to rest about you living here."

Jamie scoffed, "How?"

"Well, for one thing, she'll see that you and Casey have something in common, and for another thing, you have some way to defend yourself from her disturbingly mysterious next door neighbor whom you insist on moving in with."

Jamie nodded her head in reluctant agreement. "Okay," she, smiled, and then after a long pause she finished, "Well, are ya gonna help me move it?"

"Oh, yeah, right, sure, of course!" Chuck babbled.

Jamie laughed. The two of them walked over to the cabinet and began to try and figure out how to pick it up.

"Are you sure that just the two of us can move this thing?" Chuck grunted under the weight of it.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Jamie grunted back.

They finally got out to the living room, where they found a good spot and set the display case down. Out of breath, they then both plopped down on the couch, and high-fived each other.

They sat in silence for a few minutes while trying to catch their breath. Finally Jamie broke the silence.

"I can't believe this is happening."

Chuck glanced at her, slightly confused.

"Everything is falling into place for me," she continued, "I mean, I get to be close to my family, doing two things that I love to do, spying and computer repair, AND I am moving in with John Casey, the man who trained me."

"Yeah, about that, are you and Casey still on the rocks?" Chuck asked.

"No—well, yeah—well, sort of," Jamie answered, "We've forgiven each other and promised to try and move on, but I think that it's going to take a while for the wounds to heal."

"Yeah… I guess."

"So…" Jamie changed the subject, "do you think that the cabinet should go there?" She pointed to the wall that it was currently occupying, and then pointed to another wall. "Or there?"

"Make me lift that thing one more time, and I will end you," Chuck threatened.

Jamie laughed, "Well in that case, how about a cold beer?"

Chuck glanced at his watch, "Ah, I can't. I gotta go to work." He got up from where he was sitting and made his way toward the door.

"Oh, okay, well maybe later then."

"Sorry kid, got plans with my girlfriend."

"Okay,'' she chuckled, "guess I'll see you tomorrow. Take care." She closed the door.

Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Casey. Meet me in Castle in an hour or so, no hurry.

An hour and twenty minutes later, she was buzzing herself into Castle. She ran down the stairs. "Hey, Casey, what's up?"

"There's a few things that I want to talk to you about."

"Okay," Jamie grinned nervously as she sat down.

"I got a call from the General the other day… about you."

"Really? What'd she say?"

"Only that you cannot be trusted."

"Do you believe her?"

"Sadly, yes."

"Well," Jamie paused, "If it makes any difference, I trust you. Completely."

Casey grunted. If Jamie remembered correctly, it was the number 15 grunt: Cynicism with a side of, well…cynicism.

"Casey, I'm telling the truth. I don't care what's happened in the past. I trust you. Please believe me." She pleaded.

He did not acknowledge her plea. He just said, "The general also ordered me to report you if you try to get involved with the Marcus Reed murder case."

"Would you?"

"Of course I would, which is why you are going to stay away from the case."

"But Casey… I have to do this."

"No you don't Jamie."

"But, they'll never find the man who did it. They can't"

"No, but I can.''

"Wh-what?" Jamie stammered. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I think that you have a right to find the bastard who killed the only father you ever knew. All I need from you is any information that you have on von Hofner."

Jamie looked up and smiled at him. She really wanted to fly out of her seat, throw her arms around him, and tell him that he was the best person ever, but she decided against it. Instead, she whispered, "Thank you Casey."

Just then, Sarah came down the stairs. "Hey guys."

"Hey Sarah." Casey and Jamie replied in unison.

"What's going on?"

"Just a friendly chat, you know, two friends, who haven't seen each other in years." Jamie offered.

"Yeah, just catching up," Casey added as he got up to leave. "It was nice talking to you Jamie; see ya tonight at the apartment."

"See ya Casey." Sarah smiled, and then turned her attention to Jamie. "Hey, Jamie, you seen Chuck? I tried calling him like twenty times and he won't pick up."

"Uh, yeah, he helped me move in to Casey's and then he took off to the Buy More. Said he had to work for a couple of hours and then he had plans with you."

Sarah looked confused, "We didn't have any plans tonight."

"Hey, all I know is what he told me." Jamie shrugged.

"I believe you, Jamie" Sarah sat down at the table and started doing paperwork.

"Sarah" Jamie began

"Mhm"

"Aren't you the least bit curious?"

"Curious about what?"

"Curious about the fact that you and your boyfriend have plans that you know nothing about." Jamie clarified.

"Seriously, Jamie?" Sarah asked a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Well, you have to admit, it does sound a little fishy." Jamie remarked.

Sarah sat in thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"Ya know what?"

"What?"

"You are really full of it." Sarah quipped as she got up and left.

"Yeah," Jamie called after the retreating Sarah, "Not the first time someone's said that about me."

Sarah smiled to herself. She wasn't sure, but this girl might be trouble. That wasn't her main concern at the moment though. As she got in her car and started for home; she was wondering a lot of things. What was Chuck up to? Why was he being so secretive? She had no idea, but she was determined to find out.

Okay… Little cliffhanger. Can you guess what's going on?

I just don't like how this chapter turned out. I wish I could do better, please tell me it's good!

Thanks for reading. Please review. I love getting reviews! And as always… well you know the drill… Be nice with reviews. If you don't like my story, don't read it!

Next chapter will have CHARAH! I promise, I promise, I PROMISE!