A/N: If it's not Bryce causing trouble for Team Chuck, it's someone else from their past. This time it's Chuck's ex girlfriend and Bela's ex best friend Jill Roberts. Please review!
"So, Bioscience conference, bet these things get pretty wild huh?" Bela asks, glancing at the man next to her as Chuck finishes with the computer system.
"We should call you for everything," he grins, leaning towards her. She frowns, staring at him blankly.
"She has a boyfriend," Chuck explains as he finishes setting up the equipment.
"And I have a girlfriend, but she doesn't need to know everything," he says and she shakes her head, turning away.
"Chuck?" she asks as he quickly dives under the table.
"It's Jill," he says, and she turns to look around, instantly spotting her ex-best friend.
"Move over, I'm coming under, too," she says, kneeling next to him.
"There's no room!" he says, pushing her out.
She growls, her eyes widening as she turns their way. Thinking quickly she straightens up, her back turned to the table.
"Change your mind?" the man asks before Bela pulls him against her, kissing him firmly.
"Excuse me," Jill says, clearing her throat.
"Under the desk," the man says, quickly pulling Bela back to him. Jill ignores the two, kneeling next to the table.
"Chuck?" she asks, grinning.
"Ha," he says, quickly crawling out before standing up. "It was the-"
He stops as he sees Bela's back to them, her arms wrapped around the man.
"And that is inappropriate," he coughs, turning away from the two.
"Chuck Bartowski," Jill beams and he quickly removes his Buy More nametag.
"Present, yes, that's me," he nods, pretending to not know who she is.
"It's me, Jill," she smiles.
"Jill! Oh my gosh, of course!" he says, hugging her across the desk. "Hi, hey you, how are you, so good to see you."
"You too, how long has it been?" she asks.
"Five years, four months...ish," Chuck says automatically. "Give or take, kind of... in that neighbourhood. Uh, what have you been up to?"
"Uh, well after Stanford I got my PhD in Biomedical Engineering," she explains.
"Did you?"
"Yeah, I'm giving a presentation at the conference on infectious diseases," she continues.
"Lovely," Chuck nods.
"And you?" she asks.
"And me," he says, glancing at Bela behind him. She was still locked in an embrace with the guy. "And me! I'm still in the computer game, you know, yeah. I-I work slash own my own little companies... sixteen, seventeen, I can't remember which stores... But every once in a while I like to do the installs myself, you know don the uni, kinda get my hands mussy."
"I'm really happy for you, Chuck," Jill smiles. "The last time I saw you, you were working at a Buy More."
"Ahh that was a wonderful growing experience, really, really character building, wouldn't change it for the world," he says slowly.
"There's definitely some things I would change," she sighs. "Especially about us."
"There you are, we're running late," a man says, interrupting them.
"Guy, this is my old friend Chuck Bartowski," she says, introducing the two. "Chuck, this is my boss, Guy LaFleur."
"Hi, nice to meet you," Chuck says, stretching his hand out towards him.
"Er, I work with germs, so uh," he says, holding his hands away as Chuck flashes on him. "I'm sure your friend is busy, has computers to fix. Shall we?"
"Chuck, I'm staying at the hotel Waldron," Jill calls over her shoulder. "So give me a call if you want to grab a cup of coffee."
"Yeah, well you know, busy but I'll check with my people," he nods as they leave, before turning to Bela. "Are you done?"
"Oh thank God," she pants, hurriedly pushing the guy away. He stares at her with a goofy expression on his face. "It's not like there was any where else to hide, under the table was occupied."
"You could have simply left?" he suggests.
"And leave you alone with your ex-girlfriend? I think not," she says, poking him in the arm. "So, I think we're done here?"
"Yeah, we're done," Chuck nods, turning to the guy. "So we're going now."
"Wait, can I have your number?" he asks, stopping Bela.
"No," she says, shaking her head slowly.
Chuck laughs as she pushes him along hurriedly.
"Your ex-girlfriend's boss, Guy LaFleur, is the head research scientist for the European company Colmagregger Pharmaceutical," Beckman explains. "MI6 has reports that he may have developed a bioweapon which he plans to sell to the highest bidder."
"Is Jill involved?" Chuck asks, sitting next to Bela on the table.
"It's your job to find out, Chuck," she says. "Casey and Sarah will surveil Doctor LaFleur. We need you to reconnect with Jill. Find out what she knows about Guy."
"Right, right, right, right," he snorts. "When you say reconnect you mean send her an email, or invite her to be my new Facebook friend, right?"
"Call her at her hotel and make a date," she orders. "See if you flash on anything she says or anyone you meet."
"I'm sorry, a date with my ex?" he asks in disbelief. "No General, that is a terrible idea, you see she broke my heart, she destroyed me, she took all of my confidence, my mojo-"
"You had mojo?" Casey asks sceptically.
"I was on my way! Oh and by the way she slept with Bryce Larkin."
"Hmph, who hasn't?" Casey says, glancing at Bela.
"Look, Chuck I know that Jill hurt you but maybe seeing her again will give you the closure that you've always wanted," Sarah suggests. "You have done a lot for the CIA and we're gonna make you look good."
"Look on the bright side, now you can get your mojo back," Casey teases, slapping him on the side of the face.
"And what do I do while all this is happening?" Bela asks, confused.
"Bela you will go along with Sarah and Casey while they surveil Doctor LaFleur and you will also be at the restaurant as Chuck and Jill have their date," Beckman explains.
"But Jill knows who I am," she says. "We used to be best friends, she'll recognize me immediately."
"Keep your distance, if Chuck flashes you'll be there to confirm alright?"
"Yes, General," she nods before she ends the connection.
She sighs, standing before making her way over to Casey.
"What?" Casey asks, staring at her curiously when she doesn't say anything.
"I had to kiss someone," she says, sighing as he grabs her arm, pulling her aside.
"You had to?" he growls.
"I didn't want to face her," she frowns. "It was a distraction, that's all."
"You couldn't think of anything else?" he asks and she stares at him shaking her head.
"This is me we're talking about," she shrugs. He leans down and kisses her.
"Learn to think on your feet," he growls, staring at her. "Professionally."
"I'll try," she sighs, shrugging.
"Have I mentioned how much I hate Emmett, yet?" Bela asks, sat in between Chuck and Morgan as they wait for him to start the meeting.
"Only about a dozen times," Chuck says.
"Today," Morgan says, smirking at her before Emmett rings the bell in front of him.
"As you already know, we nearly lost our dear leader today," he says. "And to what? One tiny little carb filled doughnut."
"Please, we lost Big Mike to doughnuts years ago," Morgan says, everyone laughing at this before Emmett rings the bell again.
"I shudder to think how people like you would respond to an actual catastrophe," Emmett continues. "A fire, an earthquake-"
"An all out race war," Lester jokes, coughing embarrassed as he gets no response.
"And that is why Michael and I have decided to implement an emergency preparedness course," Emmett says. "And it just so happens that one of your colleagues knew somebody willing to teach it."
"Buenos Dias, class," Devon beams, walking in with a CPR dummy and a duffel bag.
Chuck and Bela stand up, immediately joining him.
"Hey, you sure you wanna do this?" Chuck asks him.
"I love volunteer work, Chuck," he nods. "Besides, CPR's a breeze. A child could learn to do it."
"Well, then maybe you have a shot," Bela smirks.
"Hey everybody, you're in great hands," Chuck says. "Awesome is who certified Bela and me."
"You two might be certified, but you still have to take the test like everyone else."
"Yay," Bela deadpans before Casey rests his hand on her back, causing her to jump.
"Let's go Romeo, time for your big date," he growls to Chuck, the two following him out.
"CIA's wasting a lot of tax dollars trying to make you look good."
"I'm gonna kill the kid," Casey growls, joining Sarah as she nods for Bela to sit down at the bar. "Your turn, Walker."
Bela stares at him wide eyed, biting her lip to hold back her laughter.
"What?" he growls.
"Nothing," she coughs, turning around. He stares at her shoulders, the shaking giving her away.
"Stop laughing."
"I'm sorry," she snorts, staring down at the bench. "But you look ridiculous."
He just glares at her.
"I don't think I can even sleep with you again until I forget about how you look right now," she snickers.
"Keep going, sweetheart," he nods.
"I'm gonna go get him, remind him of what he's meant to be doing," Sarah interrupts before walking back to the table.
"He's bringing up the past," Bela sighs, listening to Chuck and Jill's conversation.
"Maybe we should've sent you in instead, you were her best friend," he notes.
"Ha, no thank you," she says, shaking her head as Sarah and Chuck join them.
Casey growls as he hands Chuck the phone.
"How many times do I have to tell you, she never slept with Bryce," Bela hisses. "Bryce was sleeping with me the entire time."
"Charming," Casey growls, turning away.
"I just-I needed to hear it from her," Chuck sighs.
"Look, Chuck I know it's hard but you have to be a spy first," Sarah says.
"Yeah, it is hard I'm not like you Sarah I can't turn my emotions on and off like some robot," he snarks.
"Hey," Bela warns, whacking him in the arm.
"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for," he apologizes. "I'm not acting like myself tonight."
"Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?" Sarah asks as he hangs up the phone.
"Personally I'd like another ten to fifteen minutes of really pathetic self indulgence, but duty calls I'm going back in," he sighs before making his way back to his table with Jill.
"He really didn't mean what he said," Bela says, glancing at Sarah.
"Mhmm," she says, not convinced.
"It's just, he's different around Jill," she explains. "Well, he's different around Jill now that they're not dating. Ha, I still remember this one time-uh, never mind."
She stops talking when she notices Sarah's annoyed expression.
"Too much Jill talk?" she asks quietly.
"I'm fine," Sarah says, holding her head up.
"Great," Bela nods, both listening to the surveillance again.
"Time to get up," Casey says, his arm sliding around Bela.
She smirks as he pulls her closer.
"Have you taken that ridiculous wig off yet?" she mumbles sleepily.
"Bela, it's morning," he says, his lips against her throat.
"I know, I can feel that," she snorts, sliding her leg over his waist. "Very much so."
"Funny," he says, pressing his lips against hers. She sleepily kisses him back before sighing.
"I don't have to go into work yet, they have the CPR course this morning," she reminds him. "Chuck and me are working later."
"Yeah, but I have to go do surveillance with Walker now," he mumbles.
"And?"
"And," he says, meeting her lips again. "I want sex."
"Oh do you now," she snorts.
"If you do it I'll make you coffee."
She laughs, rolling onto her back before he quickly rolls on top of her.
"It'd better be damned good coffee," she teases.
"Guy just ordered room service," Sarah informs Casey.
"Hmm," Casey says, the two jumping and aiming their weapons at the van door as it slides open.
"Easy, easy, hey, we come in peace," Chuck says, Bela waving from behind him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Casey asks as they climb in.
"Thought we'd swing by and you know, check up on Jill and make sure she's doing alright," Chuck says.
"Plus, y'know, the General did say that I was to join you guys," Bela reminds them.
"Jill's fine, she came home last night and hasn't left her room since," Sarah says.
"Shh!" Casey growls, holding the headphones to his ears. "She's making a call. Damn, bug's on the frits."
"We need a new one, I'll go in as housekeeping and plant another," Sarah says.
"Nah, she might recognize you as a waitress from the restaurant," Casey reminds her. "I'll just tranq her, she'll wake up in an hour thinking nothing of it."
"What-no!" Bela says, quickly interrupting Chuck's protests. "Look, I'll go."
"Is she even talking to you?" Chuck asks.
"We left things at Stanford okay," she nods. "We've emailed now and then, so... yeah."
Sarah looks at Casey and he nods.
"You know where it goes, right?" Sarah asks. "One button on the bottom, click on, click off."
"Alright," Bela nods, taking the bug before climbing out of the van.
"Alright, okay, I'm really doing this," Bela whispers, knocking on Jill's door.
"Who is it?" Jill yells.
"It's, uh, Bela-Bela Tiernan," she answers, scratching the back of her neck. "From Stanford?"
She smiles as the door opens quickly, Jill pulling her into an embrace.
"Oh my God, Bela!" she grins before pulling back. "Come in!"
Bela smiles back, awkwardly stepping into the hotel room.
"How are you?" she asks, looking around.
"Great-" Jill starts before pausing as she sees Bela's attire. "Are you working at the Buy More, too! Oh my God, did Chuck send you!"
"What, no that's, no," Bela laughs nervously before clearing her throat. "Okay, look, I'm still friends with Chuck and yes, I do work at the Buy More but Chuck did not send me here. He mentioned that he saw you the other night and I just wanted to come say hi."
Jill nods before smiling.
"It's really good to see you, Bells," she grins, Bela tensing lightly at Jill's use of her nickname. "I haven't seen you in so long."
"It's been a while, yeah," she nods as Jill straightens up some of her notes.
"So how are you?" Jill asks, Bela tossing the bug under the table before she turns around.
"I'm fine," she says as the two sit down.
"Have you heard from Bryce?" she asks curious.
"We see each other now and then," Bela admits, blushing lightly.
"I knew you two wouldn't stay away from each other forever," Jill grins. "You two were so in love at Stanford, and even after you two broke up I knew you'd find each other again."
"It's complicated," Bela nods, laughing lightly. "But yeah, being around him? It reminds me of how it used to be, Bryce and me, you and Chuck."
"Chuck," Jill says, smiling. "I had a really, really nice time with him last night... after it being a little weird at first."
"Chuck's a great guy," Bela says honestly. "You should give him a chance... again."
"We'll see," Jill says, smiling. "So are you seeing anyone? Apart from Bryce occasionally."
"Oh, uh, yes," Bela nods, blushing again. "It's just sex."
"Bela!" Jill laughs. "Never pictured you-actually, wait, before Bryce you had quite a few friends."
"Funny," she smirks. "We're happy with how we are right now, and the sex is great so I can't complain."
"Well, good for you," Jill nods.
"And you?" Bela asks, more for Chuck's sake than hers. "Are you seeing anyone?"
"No," she says, shaking her head. "I mean I've dated, since Stanford but right now I'm, well, I guess I'm single."
"Chuck's single," she says, mentally berating herself for that comment. "I'm sorry, that was weird."
"No, it's fine," Jill laughs. "Look, I'm sure you'll be seeing Chuck again today, tell him to give me a call and we'll go out again. Maybe you and your... friend can come, too."
"Sure," Bela nods, standing up. "I'll definitely pass on the message."
"It was really great seeing you," Jill smiles, the two embracing again. "Call me and we'll go out while I'm in town."
"I'd like that," Bela says honestly. "I'll see you later, Jill."
"Hey," Bela says, climbing back into the van as they turn to her.
"What happened?" Casey asks, watching her take a seat next to Chuck.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, no it was great, fine," she nods. "We caught up."
"The bug, Bela?" he sighs.
"Oh that, of course, that!" she says quickly. "I planted it... but, I may have forgotten to switch it on..."
"Why would you do that?" Sarah asks.
"Relax, these things are pretty much idiot proof," Casey says, typing into the computer. "If it's in the room, it picks up the signal."
"Thanks, Casey," Bela says, glancing at Chuck.
"It worked," he says. "We're tapped into her cell and her room phone."
"Why are you looking at Chuck like that?" Sarah asks Bela, Casey turning to them.
"I'm-I'm not looking at him like anything," she says hurriedly. "You're being ridiculous."
"And you're a bad liar," Casey snorts as Bela and Chuck stare at the surveillance screen. "What?"
"Oh, uh, that dude is some kind of an assassin," Chuck explains. "His code name is Wolf Den."
"Eleven, that's Guy's floor," Casey notes before Sarah and him stand. "You two-"
"Yeah, we know, stay in the van," Bela nods as they jumps out, Chuck sliding shut the door behind them. "Thank God, I really need to talk to you."
"I figured after you kept looking at me," he snorts. "What? Did something happen, did Jill say something?"
"She wants you to call her," she says in a sing song voice.
"Even after last night?" he asks sceptically.
"We had a long talk about things," she nods. "She actually wants to go out again... with you, me, and my, uh, friend."
"Friend?" he snorts. "You mean, Casey? Yeah, not gonna happen."
"I know that," she laughs, the two turning as the surveillance beeps.
"Jill's making a phone call," he says, picking up the headphones.
"Chuck," Bela warns. "Don't tempt fate, just put the spy equipment down and quit listening in on Jill's phone call."
"She's talking about you," he lies.
"What! Gimme that," she says, snatching the headphones from him.
He presses his head against hers as he stretches them over both their heads.
'Cherie?' Chuck mouths at her as she screws her face up.
She rolls her eyes as Cherie tells Jill how much of a loser Chuck is, and how little he makes at the Buy More.
"Hello, it's twelve fifty," Chuck jokes.
"Chuck?" Jill asks, Bela quickly untangling herself from the headphones. "Chuck are you on my phone?"
"Uh, Jill, is that you?" he asks, feigning confusion.
"Why are you on my phone?" she asks.
"Hang up, hang up!" Bela whispers, flailing her hands at him.
"I don't know, I don't know it's so wei-I tried calling you, so I think, I think our wires got crossed or something, is this a party line?" he asks.
"Did Bela do something to my phone when she was here, did she bug it or something?"
"Bug it? What, is she an entomologist?" he jokes, Bela groaning as he continues the conversation. "You're talking crazy jargon."
"I'm calling security," she says, hanging up.
"Idiot!" Bela says, rolling her eyes.
"What? I didn't know it would do that!" he protests, the two jumping as they hear a loud crash, the van shaking.
"Guy's not in his room," Casey says into his watch.
"We know," Bela says, Chuck and her staring horrified as he slides down the front window of the van.
"Hey, how's it going in there?" Bela asks as Sarah joins her in the main part of the castle.
"Fine," she nods. "I'm going to be giving Jill's presentation."
"What, you can't!" Bela protests. "What if something happens?"
"Chuck would rather me go than Jill," she says blankly.
"He said that?"
"He didn't have to," she sighs. "Look, I'll be fine. I'm a spy, Jill isn't. It's better if I do this."
"Well, just be careful okay?" Bela asks, smiling. "No matter what Chuck says, he really does care about you. We all do. Even Casey."
Sarah laughs at this as Chuck joins them.
"What's so funny?" he asks.
"The fact that we have to go take a test right now," Bela says, rolling her eyes as she stands up. "Ready?"
"Yeah," he says, hesitating as he stands next to Sarah.
She stares at him, waiting for him to say something.
He sighs, shaking his head before jogging after Bela.
"Hi, hey, sorry we're late," Chuck says, Bela following him in.
"Oh you're right on time, guys," Devon says, handing them each a test.
They both take a seat, Morgan, Jeff, and Lester scrambling to get a seat next to them.
"Huh, that was interesting," Emmett notes once they're all seated. "You have one hour to take the test; you may begin now."
Bela shakes her head as the others cheat off of their tests, all turning the pages at the same time.
She ignores them, focusing on the questions which were pretty basic anyway.
"Sorry, sorry," Chuck apologizes, taking out his ringing phone. Bela glances up at him before continuing the test. "Oh um I'm sorry I have to take this, this could be an important call."
"I'm sorry and this isn't important?" Emmett asks. "There is no leaving the room during the test!"
"Casey, hey, everything okay?" Chuck asks.
"Our Wolf Den friend released the poison," he explains. "Sarah got out; I'm still in here with the scientists. Hazmat crews are on the way, we have an hour maybe less. You gotta get to Jill; see if she has an antidote."
"I really don't think she wants to see me right now," Chuck says.
"Chuck, we're dyin' here," Casey pants. "I don't care what you have to say or do just get it done."
"Wait, what about Bela?" Chuck asks, glancing over his shoulder at her. She was staring at him.
"Tell her, bring her with you, I don't care just as long as you keep her safe," he growls before hanging up.
"Bela," Chuck says, putting his phone away as she rises.
"What is going on?" Emmett yells.
"It's Casey," Chuck says to Devon who nods.
"Tell me everything," Bela growls as she quickly follows Chuck out of the store.
"I'll explain on the way," he nods. "And we're taking your car-faster."
"You're agreeing to this?" Chuck asks as Bela hurriedly stumbles out of her car, pressing the central locking button on her keychain as she runs towards Jill's hotel.
"Of course I am!" she yells at him and he grabs her arm, stopping her. "What!"
"Calm down," he says, resting his hand against her back as she takes a deep breath. "Okay?"
She nods, looking up as they reach Jill's hotel room.
"Jill, it's Chuck and Bela, you have to open the door!" Chuck says, frantically knocking on her door.
"Go away, this isn't funny anymore guys," she groans.
"Look, it's an emergency okay, I know that my credibility with you is at an all-time low, but you need to listen to me-" Chuck starts before Bela interrupts.
"The bio-weapon has been released at the conference centre!" she yells.
"How do you know about the virus?" Jill asks, opening the door.
"Because, Jill," Chuck says, taking a deep breath. "We're CIA agents."
"Oh my God, Chuck you really need to get some help," she says, trying to shut the door but Bela blocks it.
"We are the help, don't believe anything else we've told you but believe this," she says. "We have to get them the antidote right now."
"I'm gonna call the police," she threatens.
"We've already taken the liberty," he says. "Have a look for yourself."
"Oh my God," she says, looking at the SWAT team standing in the hallway. "You were telling the truth. Hold on."
"She's pretty cute, right?" Chuck smirks at the SWAT team, Bela elbowing him in the side. "What?"
"Okay," Jill nods.
"Okay, look just stay close, don't be scared," Chuck explains to her before turning to the men. "Alright, people, wheels up! Let's move!"
"Hey! Who's in charge here?" Chuck asks once they get to the conference centre.
"I am," someone says before Chuck snatches the walkie talkie from him.
"Not anymore," he says. "Thank you."
"Casey it's Chuck and Bela, we're with Jill what's your status?" he asks, Bela hanging off of his arm as she tries to listen.
"By my time, we've got about fifteen minutes," he answers, Bela cringing at the sound of his voice.
"I have to go in there," Jill says, taking out her equipment. "Okay, I need a Level A hazmat suit right now!"
"We don't have a suit yet, CDC will be here in ten minutes," someone says.
"We don't have ten minutes, I'll go in without one," she sighs.
"I'll do it!" Bela says before Casey orders her not to.
"You let her anywhere near here Bartowski and I'll kill you both," he growls.
"No it's too dangerous, I'll do it," Chuck says.
"Chuck, whoever goes in there has to be able to make the antidote, that's me," Jill explains.
"Well is it something you can talk me through?" Chuck asks.
"I guess."
"Okay, well then I'm going in," he says, handing Bela the walkie talkie.
"Chuck, wait!" Jill says, grabbing his arm. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he nods. "I'm sure."
"Okay... okay, I'm gonna have to inject you first," she says, taking out a needle.
"Uh... whoa that's a big needle," he says.
"You ready?" she asks.
"Yeah, yeah, ahhh," he gasps as the needle goes into his arm.
"That was a modified version of the viral strain, now your body metabolizes the poison and the antiviral serum's gonna be created from your blood."
"Poison-poison! I thought he was getting the antidote, you just gave him poison!" Bela asks.
"Yeah, that's the only way to make the antidote," she explains. "Did you not understand that?"
"Oh, that! I understand that whole part, we're living on the edge," Bela nods, turning to Chuck.
"Love the rush," he smiles as they make their way to the main room.
"Hey," Bela says, grabbing his arm before he goes in. "Take care of him first, okay?"
He nods before making his way into the room.
"You okay?" Jill asks, Bela clutching the walkie talkie.
"I just hope this works," she says, smiling lightly.
"It's okay, I know what I'm doing," Jill smiles reassuringly.
"Yeah, but it's Chuck and a needle," Bela says, handing her the walkie talkie. "Anything could go wrong."
"Okay, inside the briefcase is a medisyringe multi-dose injector," Jill explains. "I need you to extract sixty ccs of your own blood, put it through the centrifuge, and then inject one cc of the antiviral serum into each of those infected."
"You think he can manage that?" she asks, turning to Bela.
"I don't know," she says, staring at the door.
"Chuck, what's happening?" Jill asks.
"I need help right now-Casey's fading fast, the gun just dropped and it shattered!"
"That was the only syringe," Jill sighs, Bela snatching the walkie talkie.
"Chuck, I'm coming in," she growls.
"No," Casey mumbles from the floor. "Do not let her in here!"
"Damn it!" Bela yells, handing Jill back the walkie talkie as she moves away.
"Okay, ah stay calm we're gonna find another," Jill says before joining Bela.
"They're here!" Bela says, accidentally banging her head against the window. "Ow."
"The CDC are here with the suits?" Jill asks hopefully and she nods.
"Excellent, now you're gonna suit up and come in with me," she says, tossing the walkie talkie onto the table.
"Oh-okay," Bela says, nodding.
"And we need another syringe," Jill says as she takes the suits from the CDC.
"And hurry!" Bela yells, pulling her suit on.
"We'll make it, okay?" Jill reassures her before she's handed a fresh syringe. "Thank you. Okay Bela, you ready?"
"Uh huh," she says, following Jill inside.
"Where's Chuck?" Jill asks, the two looking around.
"Oh my God," Bela says, quickly making her way across the room. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Bela?" Chuck asks as Casey and him pull apart. "Jill?"
"I again ask what the hell are you doing?" she repeats.
"Hey, I thought that-I thought that maybe the antivirals could be spread by saliva!" he explains.
"That's ridiculous," Jill sighs, Bela shaking her head at him. "No wonder you failed biochem."
"From the deepest recess of my soul, I'm sorry," Chuck says as Casey growls at him before collapsing.
"Casey!" Bela says, leaning over him. "Hold on okay, just hold on."
"Oh, here we go again," Chuck says as he sees the needle.
"Bela, you take one half of the room I'll take the other, one cc each okay? Hurry!" Jill says, handing her a syringe.
She nods, immediately injecting Casey.
"I'll be back," she promises before moving on to the other infected people.
"Nice job, Agent's Carmichael," everyone congratulates Chuck and Bela as they exit the conference centre.
"I'll see you later," Bela says to Chuck and he nods.
"Casey!" she yells, pulling him to her. His arm wraps around her waist as he leans on her for support.
"Professional," he coughs. "There are other agents here."
"I really don't give a damn," she says but refrains from kissing him.
"I came here with Walker in the van," he mutters, looking around. "She's got the keys."
"I have my car," she beams, guiding him towards it. She clicks it unlocked before helping him into his seat.
"Just let me get out of this suit and we'll go," she says, struggling to get the protective gear off as Sarah joins them.
"Here," she offers, helping Bela out of it.
"Thank you," she smiles, leaning against the car. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, but can you drop Casey off at the Orange Orange on your way home?" she asks
"Fine," she sighs, a smile playing at her lips. "I'll just play video games with Chuck until he gets home."
"Thank you, Bela," Sarah smiles, leaving the two alone.
"Ready to go?" she asks, climbing into the driver's seat.
"Yeah," he coughs, resting back against the seat as she pulls out of her parking spot.
She gets five minutes down the road before he breaks the silence.
"Pull over," he says.
"Huh?" she asks confused.
"Pull over, now," he growls.
She does what he says, quickly pulling the car over to the side of the road before turning to him.
"What the hell was that all ab-mmm," she moans as he presses his lips against hers, his hand sliding around the back of her head and pulling her closer.
"Sorry," he says when they pull apart. "Had to get the taste of Bartowski out of my mouth."
"Glad to be of service," she says, becoming annoyed.
He snorts, leaning over to her again and kissing her soundly.
"That was for you," he smirks, pulling back.
"Thanks," she laughs, starting the car.
"Bela," Casey nods, glancing at her as she looks up from her seat on the fountain. "What're you doing?"
"Sarah texted me," she says, holding her phone up. "She said you were heading home."
"Huh," he nods as she joins him. "You know I'm fine, right? The antivenom-"
"Antiviral," Bela corrects.
"Whatever, the stuff worked okay? I am fine," he assures her.
She nods, following him inside.
"You need a shower," she says, locking the door behind him. He raises an eyebrow before heading up the hallway, hearing her footsteps behind him.
"You're joining me?" he smirks as she begins to undress.
"I've been professional this long," she growls, pulling the rest of her clothes off before turning on the shower. "Hell, even Chuck got to kiss you before I did."
"Don't remind me," he winces, making a face. She laughs to herself before he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into the shower with him.
"Feel better already," he smirks.
She laughs, grabbing the shampoo bottle.
"What are you doing?" he asks, confused.
"Priorities," she notes, lathering her hair up before looping her arms around his neck and lazily massaging her fingers through his hair.
He groans, his lips meeting hers as she smiles up at him.
"Wait," she whispers before pushing him under the stream of water, rinsing his hair before following suit.
She reaches behind for the conditioner but he grabs her wrist, stopping her.
"You're gonna make me wait while you wash your hair?" he asks.
"Pfft, no," she says, brushing the conditioner through. "I have to leave this in for at least five minutes..."
He chuckles as she brushes it through his hair before pulling her up against him.
"Damn it, the wall is cold!" she hisses, arching her back into him. He smirks, shifting her slightly before pulling her down on him. "Jesus."
"You sure you're up to this after today?" she asks, laughing as he moves more aggressively. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Take it anyway you want, sweetheart," he says before his lips press against hers.
She gasps, resting her head back against the tiles as his lips travel down her neck.
"Casey!" she moans and his lips meet hers again, muffling her screams as they finish.
He kisses her forehead before she moves away from him, rinsing her hair.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his arms wrapping around her as he pulls her even closer.
"I thought I was gonna lose you today," she whispers, her lips meeting his.
"Now you know how I feel every time you get yourself in trouble," he says, resting his head against hers. They stay like that until she shivers, neither of them noticing the water turning colder.
"Done?" Casey asks and he shuts the water off as she nods, hoisting her up in his arms as she laughs.
"You've got a lot of energy tonight," she smirks as he sits her down on the bed.
"Just missed you," he grins as he joins her.
"Mhmm," she says, unconvinced.
He kisses her deeply, pulling back when she flips him onto his back, climbing on top of him.
She grins down at him, his hands grabbing her hips and lifting her up before lowering her down on him.
She bites her lip, rolling her head back as his hands move up to cup her breasts.
"Oh, God," she cries, her hands flat against his chest as she moves faster.
He smirks at her before his eyes are drawn to her tattoo like always, and he slides his fingers over the words.
"I think it's growing on me," he says, a smile playing at her lips.
"I'm glad," she whispers, leaning over him. "Because it's permanent."
He chuckles at this, his hands sliding back up to her hips and holding firmly.
She arches her back, rolling her head back as she quickens her pace.
"Casey!" she gasps, tensing as his hands grip hers.
He leans up, capturing her lips as they both finish before lightly trailing kisses down her neck as they catch their breaths.
She climbs off of him, pulling the sheet up as she slides down beside him.
"How'd your test go today?" he asks, and she looks up at him, surprised that he remembered.
"We failed," she smirks before explaining. "You called Chuck in the middle, so we left."
"Sorry," he says, kissing her.
"It doesn't matter," she says. "Devon will let us take it again, we'll be fine."
He nods.
"I'm just glad you're okay," she whispers, resting her head on his shoulder. He reaches his other arm across, taking her hand in his.
"Me too," he whispers, kissing the top of her head.
She closes her eyes as she yawns before they both groan at the sound of the doorbell.
"That's the door," she whispers, running her hand across his chest. He groans, releasing her as she gets up.
"Take the gun," he says his eyes on her as she pulls her dressing gown on.
"Casey," she frowns, picking it up.
"Take it," he orders.
"Fine," she sighs, taking it off safety before making her way to the front door.
"Sarah?" Bela asks, holding the gun behind her back as she cracks the door open.
"I need a friend," Sarah shrugs, blinking back tears. Bela opens her mouth before closing it, pulling the dressing gown tighter around her.
"Give me a couple of minutes to dress, okay?" she asks and Sarah nods, taking a seat on the couch.
Bela sighs, walking back up the hallway to Casey. She sets the gun back on the counter and he growls when he sees the look on her face, rolling over and flicking on the TV.
"Sorry," she says, crawling next to him. She leans over him, capturing his lips before climbing off of the bed.
"What's she want now?" he asks, watching her dress.
"It's just... it's Chuck," she shrugs, zipping up her top. "Chuck and Jill."
"She's getting too attached to him," he warns causing her to laugh.
"You can't talk," she grins, leaning over him again. He pulls her fully on top of him, kissing her firmly.
"How long will you be?" he asks, kissing down her neck. She smiles, pulling away.
"I won't wake you," she promises.
"Oh I'm counting on it, sweetheart," he chuckles, turning back to the TV.
"Sorry," she smiles, joining Sarah in the lounge room.
"Sorry to disturb… that," she says, gesturing up the hallway.
"He'll live," she chuckles. "Now come on, we're not staying here."
"Thanks again for this," Sarah says, smiling at Bela as they find a free seat, each with a beer in hand.
"Anytime," Bela says, taking a swig. "So…"
"I just needed some downtime, I guess," Sarah explains. "And I didn't really want to be by myself."
"No cover-date with Chuck?" she asks, Sarah quickly shaking her head.
"He's having a real date," she says, taking a sip of her drink. "With Jill. And so he should y'know? We're only dating for his cover, so he should date other women."
"Oh, please," Bela snorts. "We both know that you like Chuck, so don't even try and talk yourself around it. And he likes you, too."
"And he likes Jill," Sarah says quietly.
"Jill was a big part of his life," Bela explains. "They had a very rocky ending and both kind of left things up in the air. Jill thought Chuck stole the tests, Chuck thought Jill slept with Bryce. It was hard for everyone, and they didn't leave things off very well so I guess they're making up for that."
"So it's gonna be like how Bryce and you are every time he's back?" Sarah asks, Bela choking on her drink.
"We're not-we don't-Bryce and me aren't-hmm," she says, quickly downing the last half of her bottle. "Bryce and me are a completely different, much more complicated story. Right now we're talking about you."
"I just want him to be happy," Sarah sighs, staring down at the bottle clasped in her hand.
"Chuck has made a few mistakes here and there, not as many as me I might add, but he's made a couple," Bela says. "But the decisions he makes with his heart aren't often wrong."
"So you're saying I should stick to my cover, and let Chuck and Jill-"
"I'm saying," Bela interrupts. "That you should be patient. Jill's not gonna be here forever, she was only in town for a conference. Things will be back to normal soon, alright? Chuck has real, non-spy feelings for you. He may be able to push them aside for the meantime, but they're not gonna disappear completely."
"I don't know."
"You just need to make sure Chuck knows how you feel once things have calmed down again," Bela reminds her.
"But I can't," she stresses.
"Then just do what Casey and me do," Bela shrugs. "It works fine for us."
"I don't think so," Sarah says, laughing lightly. "Casey and you have a… unique relationship. It's hard to keep up."
"Because we fight all the time?" Bela laughs as Sarah nods. "But it makes for amazing makeup sex, so it's all worth it in the end."
"You worry me," Sarah laughs, shaking her head at Bela. "I should probably get you home soon."
"Eh, let him wait," she shrugs, a mischievous smile on her face. "Oh, come on. I haven't had a night out in so long."
"Fine," Sarah smirks. "But I'm not being held responsible if Casey gets pissy."
"Oh, of course not," Bela laughs. "I'll take care of him, don't worry about that."
A/N: Ahh, Jill is back and causing mischief and mayhem for Team Chuck! And a little confusion and mixed feelings for poor Sarah. We've got two more Jill chapters coming up, so she's gonna have to play nice for the meantime. Next chapter should be up soon. Please review!