A/N: So Jill has really shaken things up for Team Chuck, with Bela conflicted about her friendships with both Sarah and Jill, and Chuck quick to take Jill back. What happens when Casey and Sarah find out what Jill's really up to? Please review!

"No mission tonight?" Bela asks, flipping through the channels on the TV before pausing on a football game.

"Nope, heading to castle with Walker to go over some files," Casey says, grabbing his keys. She bites her lip, slowly turning to him.

"Do I have to-need to come?" she asks, quickly correcting herself before smiling up at him sweetly.

"No," he snorts. "Have an early night, I'll be home later."

She nods, turning back to the TV.

"Bela," he says, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"Denver?" he asks, nodding towards the game. "Really?"

"Goodbye," she smirks, ignoring his grunt as he leaves.

Casey curses as he deactivates the security system in his apartment, reactivating it once he's inside.

"Bela!" he calls out, frowning when he receives no answer.

He quickly scans the kitchen and living room. TV was switched off, lights were off in the kitchen, just one light left on in the hallway-left on for him he assumed.

He tosses his keys on the bench before kicking off his shoes, quietly making his way up the hallway.

He pauses, reaching his leg out and knocking over the hallway table. He hears Bela shift in the bed as he pushes open the door, watching her roll over to face him.

"Don't move!" she yells, cocking the gun. She reaches over with her free hand and flicks the lamp on. "Damn it, Casey."

He grins, watching her lower the gun as he strips down to his underwear.

"Just checking that you actually use the thing," he says, crawling next to her.

"Ha ha," she says, making sure the safety was on again before sliding the gun onto the cupboard and flicking the light back off. He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her back against him.

"Where were you anyway?" she mumbles as he kisses her neck.

"Working," he says, staring at the TV over her shoulder. "What are you watching?"

"Letterman," she yawns, slapping his arm as he reaches for the remote. "My TV, my rules."

"How you convinced me to put a TV in the bedroom I'll never know," he sighs, nuzzling her neck. She smiles, pulling his arm tighter around her waist.

"Sleep or sex?" he asks, watching her reach for the remote as she turns off the TV.

"Sleep," she yawns. He growls, his lips sliding across her neck. "Casey."

"Sleep was your choice, not mine," he chuckles as she rolls over to face him. She smiles as he pulls her closer, his lips pressing against hers.

"Change your mind?" he whispers as she slides her underwear off.

"Maybe," she smirks as he rolls her onto her back, his boxers joining hers on the floor. She moans as he moves against her, his hand resting against her hip.

"Trying something new?" she smirks as he pulls her legs up to rest over his shoulders.

"You complaining?" he asks, pushing into her.

She shakes her head.

"Good," he says and she cries out as he moves faster.

"Casey!" she screams, her toes curling in.

He groans, moving against her once more before finishing.

"You should try something new more often," she pants, still catching her breath as he grins.

He kisses her before they part, Casey rolling onto his side before moving closer to her.

"Your nerd friend and Jill were on a date tonight," he says, their legs entangled under the sheets.

"My nerd friend? That's what you're calling Chuck now?" she snorts. "And yeah, I knew they were having a secret rendezvous on the Buy More roof."

"Could'a told me," he mutters.

"Why, so you could start spying on them earlier than you did?" she asks. "Not likely."

He grunts before kissing her.

"We received our new mission tonight," he says and she nods. "Tomorrow we're gonna break into Guy's hotel room, we think he might have a list of all the Fulcrum agents that were blackmailing him."

"Oh, okay," she yawns, moving closer to him. "Can we talk about it tomorrow, I'm tired."

"You're lucky, I talked Walker out of coming here again tonight," he says and she opens her eyes immediately.

"You what?" she growls.

"She wanted to come 'hang out' with you again, I said you were resting after last night," he shrugs.

"Damn it, Casey you should've just let her come over!" she mutters.

"And have you leave again and not get back here until three in the morning? Yeah, I know what time you got home last night, sweetheart," he argues.

"We were just talking about Chuck," she explains. "She's pretty much lost her cover boyfriend, how would you feel if I started dating Bryce again?"

"I'd kill him," he shrugs.

"Yeah, that's real mature," she snorts, turning away from him.

He frowns, his arm pulling her back against him.

"You can 'hang out' with Walker every second night," he negotiates and she smirks.

"Yes, sir," she nods.

"Hey, so Sarah said there's gonna be an easing up on the Chuck surveillance," Chuck says, Casey and Bela looking up as he joins them.

"You're a Government asset, Chuck; sometimes your personal life has to take a back seat," Casey mutters.

"We tried the backseat; you have a camera in the car too!" Chuck growls, Bela swiftly elbowing Casey in the ribs.

"There isn't one in my backseat sweetheart, calm down," he assures her.

"Come on, how many second chances do you get with the one that got away!" Chuck continues. "Plus she already knows Bela and I are, you know-"

"I'm not even interested in my own feelings, Bartowski," Casey growls. "Keep your mind on the mission, we leave in ten."

Chuck turns to Bela as Casey leaves the two alone.

"I'll talk to him… again," she promises as Morgan joins them.

"Hey, guys! Canada has just delivered its most delightful gift since Shania Twain," he grins, pulling a chip out of the box in his hand. "Behold the Q36 game copier; check it out, now all we have to do is rent a game, rip it, and we never have to pay for our entertainment again!"

"Yeah, Big Mike's gonna be thrilled seeing as how we sell video games," Bela says, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, this thing can ignore all forms of copy protection! It can copy anything!" he continues. "Highly illegal."

"What's illegal?" Emmett asks, joining their conversation as Morgan hides the chip. "Gonna smoke some weed on your lunch break? A little reefer? Ganja? I have heard the loading dock is like a Five for Fighting concert. So fierce. Chuck, Bela can I see you in my office, please?"

"Uh, sorry Emmett, can't-gotta go," he says, Bela nodding enthusiastically beside him.

"Oh really? Where?" he asks.

"Uh, it's an offsite install, two man-person job so it's probably gonna take a while," Bela lies. "So… see ya."

She grabs Chuck's arm, the two quickly leaving.

"You're kidding, right?" Bela asks, staring at Sarah as she hands her the clothes.

"No," she laughs. "We're posing as prostitutes."

"And Casey-?"

"He's fine with it," she nods. "Now change, Chuck will be here soon."

"Mhmm," she says, staring down at the clothes again before nodding. "I'll be out in a minute."

Sarah smirks at this before pulling out two firearms, setting them on the desk as she pulls her boots on.

"Are you done?" she calls, standing up straight as Bela emerges from the bathroom.

"I don't think I can do this," she says, clearly embarrassed.

She tugs at the red dress, trying to pull it down more. It barely covered her as it was.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"Uh, the non-existent dress, the fishnets, the boots!" she says, exasperated.

"It's for our cover, relax," Sarah says, smiling lightly. "Now Casey said you can carry one of these now."

"Oh, excellent," Bela deadpans, taking the gun from Sarah. "And where do I hide this?"

Sarah shows her how to hide it inside her boot just as Chuck and Jill walk in.

"Hi-oh," Chuck says, staring at the two.

"Chuck?" Jill asks.

"Hey, Jill," Bela says, smiling lightly.

"Is it absolutely necessary for you two to dress like-" Chuck starts, glancing at Bela and Sarah, their arms looped in his. Casey followed closely behind, clad in a bellboy uniform.

"Escorts?" Sarah finishes for him.

"Yeah, yeah, escorts," he says, embarrassed. "And why exactly is Mr Carmichael paying you to have sex with me-him."

"The Waldron is notorious for its high-end businessmen and their trysts, it's our cover so sell it," she explains.

Casey passes the three, waiting in the elevator as Bela pulls Chuck along by the tie.

"Really?" he asks, glancing at her.

"I'm just selling it," she smirks.

"I've got the security feed," Casey says once they're set up in one of the rooms. "Looks like the FBI have Guy's room on lockdown."

He glances up as Sarah and Bela finish changing.

"We're entering through the ventilation system."

"We're what now?" Bela asks, Casey grabbing a chair.

He climbs up, opening the cover before pulling himself up.

"Give me your hand," he says, Bela staring up at him with wide eyes.

"I'll wait here," she suggests. "Protect our, uh, stuff."

"No, you're coming," he growls. "Now give me your damn hand!"

She swallows hard before climbing up on the chair.

"Trust me," he says and she nods, reaching her hands up.

He pulls her up quickly as she grips his arms before he falls back with her.

"You alright?" he asks as she lands heavily on top of him.

"Uh huh," she nods, the two maneuvering around each other until Casey was in front of her.

"Follow me, they'll follow you," he says as he starts pulling himself along on his stomach through the vent.

"Seriously?" she asks, panting already as she pulls herself along behind him. "Is his room close? Like right around the corner, close?"

"Think again," he snorts.

"Hey, hey, how long is this gonna take?" Chuck asks, out of breath also.

"What's the matter Bartowski, you got a date?" Casey asks.

"Actually, yes," he says before banging his head. "Ow."

"You okay?" Sarah asks, glancing back at him.

"Why don't you just call ahead and let 'em know we're coming," Casey growls.

"Sorry," he says. "Just trying to figure out what time we'll be home."

"Well, just do the cover math, how long would it take for a business man to have sex with a prostitute?" Sarah asks.

"Two prostitutes," Bela reminds them as Chuck complains about his phone.

"So you think it shouldn't take me more than an hour to have sex with the two of you, start to finish?" he asks.

"Uh huh," Sarah says, Bela snorting at this.

"And…" Chuck says, setting the timer on his watch. "Begin. What-what am I doing wrong here?"

"Well, just move your hips a little to the left," Sarah says, glancing back at him as he tries to maneuver around a corner.

"Whoa-what, okay," he says, still struggling. "This is way more exhausting than I thought it would be."

"Ow-ow, Bela you're on my hair," Sarah says, Bela quickly moving up further.

"Sorry," she apologizes before turning back to see how he was doing. "Chuck come on, you're holding up the works."

"Your knees aren't hurting?" he asks. "Did you go to a school to master this?"

"Alright," Casey says, opening the vent before jumping down.

"Oh, hell no," Bela says, shaking her head as she tries to slide backwards.

"Ouch!" Sarah says, unsuccessfully trying to dodge Bela's foot.

"I'm sorry, but I am not jumping down there," she says. "I'll break something!"

"Bela, get your ass down here now!" Casey hisses, staring up at her.

She peeks down, taking a deep breath before slowly lowering herself down.

Casey wraps his arms around her waist and she lets go, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he asks, setting her down as Sarah jumps down behind them.

Casey tosses her a walkie talkie before she looks up at Chuck.

"What are you doing up there?" Sarah whispers.

"Ah!" he yells, crashing down onto the floor.

"Shh!" Casey growls. "It's FBI, they're dumb not deaf."

"Thanks," Chuck says as Bela helps him up, the others already starting to go through Guy's stuff.

Bela begins to look as well as Chuck's phone rings.

"Sorry," he says, quickly switching it off.

Bela shakes her head at him as he kneels on the floor, putting his phone away before their eyes are drawn to a box on the shelf.

"Oh," she whispers, Chuck picking it up slowly before standing. "Hey, hey!"

Casey and Sarah turn to him and he points at the box, the two joining him and Bela.

"We just flashed on it," Bela explains.

They all look up at the sound of gunshots outside the door.

Casey quickly boosts Sarah up in the vent before taking Bela's hand.

"Go," he growls and she stares up at Sarah before Casey helps her up, Sarah pulling her the rest of the way.

"C'mon," Sarah whispers, the two pulling themselves through the air vent before Chuck and Casey quickly follow.

"It seems like this time is taking longer," Bela complains, following Sarah as fast as she could.

"You're going faster than Bartowski, so quit complaining," Casey growls, pushing Chuck's shoes out of his face.

"Sorry," he says, exasperated. "Some of us aren't trained in the art of crawling though small spaces, alright?"

"Just get down the damn hole," Casey growls once Sarah and Bela are back in the hotel room.

He quickly jumps down, taking the box from Casey before he joins him.

"Does the word silent have a different meaning in geek that I'm not aware of?" Casey asks, packing up his surveillance equipment.

"Look I'm sorry, I thought it was on vibrate," he apologizes as he sets the box down, Sarah and Bela examining it. "At least we got the list."

"It's a Venetian puzzle box," Bela explains.

"Very popular with renaissance spies," Chuck jokes, Bela smirking at this.

"It's locked," Sarah complains.

"Here," Bela says, sliding the box in front of her. "The running, jumping, shooting people part of the job, that's all you guys; but the puzzles? That's all us."

Chuck and her lean down, carefully sliding the pieces around.

"You see, you think it'd be numerals one through twelve in a row, but these boxes use a complicated Fibonacci sequence."

They slide the last few pieces into place, and the box unlocks itself.

"Let's see what we've got," Chuck smiles, Sarah leaning over to look as well.

"What is it?" Bela asks, confused before something sprays in their faces.

"Casey, gas!" Sarah yells as Chuck and Bela start choking.

"I'll be right back with a containment unit," Casey says, quickly exiting the room.

"What is it-get it off, get it off me!" Chuck yells in a panic, Bela swiping at her face.

"Take your clothes off, get in the shower now! Quick!" Sarah orders, the two following in their underwear.

"Cold! So-so-so cold!" Bela gasps as Sarah pushes Chuck and her under the stream of water before joining them.

"Use the soap, wash it off," she orders.

"Oh God, sorry," Chuck apologizes as he presses up against Sarah as she bends down to pick up the dropped soap.

"Wash your hair," Sarah says, handing Bela a bottle of shampoo.

She nods, Chuck glancing at her.

"Hey, your tattoo!" he says to Bela, seeing it completely uncovered for the first time as he runs his hand over it.

"Not the time," she growls, tossing Sarah the shampoo.

"Turn around," Chuck says, washing Sarah's back. His hand lingers on her skin a little too long before he snaps out of it.

Sarah shuts off the water as someone knocks on the door.

"Get the door, it's Casey," Sarah orders Chuck. "We have no time to waste, quick!"

"How long do we have?" Bela asks anxiously as Sarah hands her a towel, the two walking out.

"Depends on what the gas was," she explains, freezing as she looks up at the door.

"Jill!" Bela gasps, staring down at herself before glancing at Sarah. "Uh..."

"I knew it," Jill whispers, turning away.

"Jill, wait it's not what you think!" Chuck says following her. "Jill, please I could be dying!"

"That was awkward," Bela says as Chuck joins them back in the room.

"Ya think?" he asks, growling as someone knocks on the door again. "What?"

"Move it Bartowski," Casey growls, making his way into the room.

He glances at Bela before setting down his equipment, beginning to set it up.

"Have a nice shower?" he smirks, staring at the three in their underwear.

Bela rolls her eyes, following Sarah into the bathroom.

"Cold, Bartowski?" Casey asks, Chuck quickly placing his hands over his crotch.

"Excuse me," he says, joining the others.

"How long is this gonna take?" Bela asks Casey as they return, all three now wearing bathrobes.

"How does Jill pick that exact moment to walk in on us, I mean what are-what are the odds," he asks, scratching. "And does this thing give us the antidote? 'Cause I think I feel-I think my throat's closing up on me."

Bela looks up at Casey hopefully as the machine beeps.

"What is it, flesh eating bacteria or anthrax, am I gonna die?" Chuck asks, panicked.

"Nope," Casey says, tasting the powder. "But you can add ice and give it to little kids to sell on street corners."

"I knew it," Chuck says, turning to Sarah and Bela. "Drugs."

"It's powdered fruit punch, dumbass," Casey says, Bela sighing in relief before he pulls her over to him, kissing her.

"Wait, so not only did we not get the Fulcrum list, but Jill's never gonna speak to me again because she caught me naked rinsing off fruit punch with two other women?" Chuck asks slowly.

They pull apart, turning to him.

"Common spy problem," Casey jokes, quickly kissing Bela again before packing up his equipment.

"Really?" Chuck growls, rolling his eyes.

"Don't you have work?" Sarah asks, looking up as Bela sneezes.

"She's on her lunch break," Casey shrugs, his hand resting on Bela's leg as they stare at the puzzle box.

Sarah shakes her head at the two before they all look up as the back door of the Orange Orange slides open.

"You brought her here?" Casey asks, staring up at Chuck and Jill.

"Um, okay," Chuck says nervously.

"Bartowski, it's not a secret location if you invite people over," he continues, Bela staring anxiously up at Jill.

"Okay, okay, but Jill here knows about Guy's puzzles," Chuck explains.

"They just found two dead FBI agents in La Fleur's room, now is not the time to be planning game night with your girlfriend."

"Jill, would you please tell them what you told me about how the fruit punch might actually be a clue," Chuck encourages, Bela smiling reassuringly at her.

"Guy's paranoia manifested itself in obscure ways," Jill explains. "Odd literary references, mathematical proofs; the logon for his computer was a randomly selected word from a piece of Rogan poetry."

"So, what do you think the fruit punch might mean?" Chuck asks.

"What kind of fruit punch was it?" she asks, turning to the others.

"Uh, I guess... traditional fruit punch," Sarah says, glancing at Casey.

"You guess?" she sighs. "Please tell me you got the exact formula."

Casey and Sarah glance at each other silently.

"Okay, um, is there a mass spectrometer around?" Jill asks.

"Casey, get the spectrometer," Chuck says before pausing. "Do we have one of those?"

"So, uh, about before..." Bela says uncomfortably as Casey searches for the machine.

"Chuck explained everything, it's alright," Jill smiles, pulling Bela into a hug.

"Oh, okay," Bela nods, smiling. "Great!"

"I trust you, Bela," she smiles. "You believed me when I said I didn't sleep with Bryce, so I believe that you didn't sleep with Chuck."

"That's fair," Chuck says, interrupting the two.

"Here," Casey says, setting the machine down on the table.

Jill pulls on a pair of gloves as she sets everything up.

"Can see what the boy sees in her, huh?" Casey smirks at Sarah before Bela angrily shoves past him, moving to stand on the opposite side of the desk to him.

He goes to say something to her before Jill interrupts.

"Now, we compare the crystal and powder's chemical composition to a list of known products," Jill explains.

Bela snorts as the result comes up on the screen.

"It's uh, it's 'Rootin' Raspberry' flavoured Hi-C," Chuck says, staring at the others.

"'Rootin' Raspberry', maybe it has something to do with a football team or cheerleaders?" Jill asks.

"What about International waters?" Sarah suggests.

"High seas, that's good!" Jill encourages.

"Guys, guys, this is a music box," Chuck says. "It's a music box it's not high sea, s-e-a, it's high C, like a musical note, high C-where's a pitch pipe when you need one!"

Everyone stares at Casey as he belts out a perfect high C.

"Hey!" Bela grins as the box ejects something before slowly turning to Casey. "That-hmm, what was that?"

"Choir boy," he shrugs, everyone still staring at him. "What? I wasn't hatched."

"Ha, check it out," Chuck says, picking up the ejected item.

"Huh, these are opera glasses," Jill says.

Chuck stares at the glasses before slowly handing them to Bela.

"What?" she asks, holding them up to her eyes before flashing on them. "You couldn't have just said? They're not opera glasses, it's a key."

"A key to a very super secret lock box," Chuck says, handing Casey the key. "The Colerain used to use stuff like that to pass along information during the Revolutionary War days."

"Wow, Chuck that's impressive," Jill grins at him.

"Yeah, nice going there braniacs," Casey says. "But before you go getting all full of yourselves, this is the key, where's the lock?"

"The question, my dear Casey, is where's the opera?" Bela asks, raising an eyebrow.

"You're not concerned to have a civilian in a covert Government investigation?" Sarah asks Casey as they walk into the opera rehearsals with Bela.

"Eh, girl has personal knowledge of Guy La Fleur, makes her of use to us," he shrugs. "Are you sure you're not just jealous Bartowski's found himself a new piece of asset?"

Sarah rolls her eyes at him before continuing forward.

"You know what Casey?" Bela asks, waiting for Sarah to walk a few feet in front of them. "I'm getting a little sick of your comments, and just so you know? You're getting very close to being just my cover boyfriend and nothing more, no sex, nothing."

"Relax, sweetheart, you know I'm just having fun."

"Watch yourself or I might start having a little fun like I used to," she threatens, meeting his gaze.

"Hey, we got it!" Chuck yells, running onto the stage with Jill before setting a box down on the table.

"We'll get out of your hair in a minute, okay?" Casey asks, moving through the people.

"We don't have a minute, we're trying to rehearse," an accented man says.

"This is just a quick minute," Bela explains. "You know, Government stuff."

"Watch out," Chuck says, moving Jill back as Casey opens the box.

"Casey, that's a bomb," Sarah says.

"Alright, rehearsal's over everyone out of here!" Casey yells, clearing the stage.

"Come on Chuck, we've gotta go-let's go!" Sarah says, grabbing his arm.

"Wait, this doesn't make any sense, Guy wanted to help people not hurt them," Jill explains. "This isn't a bomb, it's a clue."

"Jill, if it looks like a bomb and it ticks lock a bomb, generally it's a bomb!" Sarah growls.

"No, this is a puzzle we have to solve before the timer runs out," she says.

"And what if you're wrong?" Sarah asks.

"That doesn't happen," Jill says confidently.

"Look, it's a music thing, what's the opera?" Bela asks before Sarah grabs her arm.

"Go to Casey, now," she hisses, pushing her away.

"No! I'm not leaving you guys here," she says before Sarah shakes her head.

"Go!" she orders.

"Bela!" Casey yells, standing at the door.

She stares at the others before sighing, quickly jogging down to him.

"Next time you come with me straight away," he growls, pulling her to him.

"Wait," she says, turning. "It should have gone off by now."

He turns, nodding as he sees the relief on Sarah's face.

"C'mon," he says, pulling her along as they run back to the stage.

"Awkward," Bela says, both her and Sarah turning away as Chuck and Jill make out.

"Ah, love love right?" Casey says, both of them glaring at him.

"Bela, Bela where are you!" Chuck yells into his phone.

She glares at Casey before spinning around in her seat.

"Held captive in castle," she deadpans, her phone against her ear. "Since you went off grid I'm not allowed to be out of Casey's sight. Thanks for that, by the way. Hope your trip was worth it."

"Bela, I need you to get me the list!" he continues, his voice becoming more panicked. "The Fulcrum guy took Jill-he has Jill!"

"Chuck, calm down," Bela says, turning back around to face Casey.

"Calm down-he has Jill!" he yells, Bela sighing. "Bells, please."

"What do you want me to do?" she asks.

"Bring me the list," he pleads. "I'm in the parking lot, next to your car. Get me the list and we'll go, okay?"

She stares at Casey before looking away.

"My keys are in my locker, get them and I'll meet you in five. And Chuck? You owe me," she whispers before hanging up.

"That Bartowski?" he asks, glancing at her.

"Yeah," she nods and he sighs.

"Should'a told me, I could've traced the call-find out where he went," he says, frowning.

"I... already know," she says, biting her lip. He stares at her, waiting for her to continue. "I think you should call the General. Chuck's fine, but a Fulcrum agent took Jill-he wants the list."

"Not gonna happen," he says, shaking his head. "I'll call Beckman, but there's not a chance in hell that Fulcrum are getting that list back."

She nods, watching him carefully as he makes his way over to the phone.

"General, we have a situation," he says as the call's connected. She takes a deep breath before making her move.

She grabs the flash drive, ignoring Casey's yells as she slides under the cages moving down, locking Casey in.

"Shoot her, Walker!" he yells, his voice breaking.

"Bela, freeze!" Sarah orders, holding a gun on her. "If you try to take that, I have to stop you."

"Sarah, please, let me go!" she says, stepping behind another door. "This is for Chuck."

"This is treason, Bela!" Casey growls.

"Please, just let me go," Bela pleads, her eyes on Sarah.

"Damn it just shoot her, Walker!" Casey yells.

"I'm sorry," Bela apologizes as Sarah lowers her weapon. "I have to."

She glances at Casey before shaking her head.

"I'm so sorry."

They watch her leave, Sarah turning to Casey.

"I would never have shot her, you know that," she whispers.

"Out of the two of us, you're the only one who could've," he says.

"Are you okay?" Chuck asks as Bela meets him at her car.

She stretches her hand out, quickly taking the keys from him before they both climb in.

"Bells?" he asks, staring at her.

She grips the wheel, breathing deeply.

"What I just did for you," she whispers, shaking her head. "You have no idea what that took."

"I'm sorry, but it's Jill!" he says urgently.

"And it's me, and it's Casey, and it's Sarah!" she yells. "Chuck, this is all of us. Casey just ordered Sarah to gun me down, alright?"

"He what? She-"

"Obviously she didn't, but do you know what that's like?" she asks. "He was yelling at her to shoot me, Casey said those words. You have no idea what it took for me to get here."

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

She nods glancing at his hands.

"What's that?" she asks before quickly turning back to it. "Is that Morgan's game copier!"

"Gotta make a copy of the list," he shrugs, a smile playing at his lips. "I'll pretend it was your idea?"

"I hate you," she smirks, starting the car up. "Where are we headed?"

"Do you at least have a gun?" Chuck asks, the two making their way to the stage.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was a little preoccupied with not getting shot that I forgot to arm myself," she growls, glaring at him.

"So I'll take that as a no," he says as they look around, the Fulcrum agent moving onto the stage with Jill at gunpoint. "Jill!"

"Chuck!" she cries.

"Can we dispense with the pillow talk and just do this?" the agent asks.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, just let her go," Chuck bargains.

"Not so fast, you've seen mine, now show me yours," he says.

"That's fine, but first we need to know that she's gonna be safe," Bela interrupts.

"That's not how this works," he says. "You hand over the list, or I shoot you all."

"That's not how this works either," Casey says, joining them with his gun trained on the Fulcrum agent.

"Go wait in the car," he orders Chuck and Bela.

"Don't move, guys," the agent says. "Stay right where you are, I have a sharp shooter trained on you."

Bela glances up at the balcony before swallowing hard.

"Now I have the sniper," Casey smirks as Sarah kicks the other agent off of the balcony.

"I still have the advantage," the agent says. "Somebody give me the list, or I shoot the pretty one!"

"He's talking about you," Chuck and Bela say at the same time, smiling lightly.

"Yeah, go ahead and shoot 'em, you know I was thinking about shooting them myself," Casey says, taking out another gun and aiming it at the two.

"That's a great-" Bela starts before realizing what he just said. "Wait-what! Why would you-what are you crazy! How about nobody-how about nobody shoots us!"

"I'm not Sarah, sweetheart," he growls. "Give him that list, and I won't hesitate to shoot you dead."

She gasps, staring at him wide eyed as Chuck grabs her hand comfortingly.

"It's your choice, would you rather I shoot this girl?" the Fulcrum agent asks.

"Please don't, I would rather you didn't shoot either girl, just point the gun at me please," Chuck says.

"Oh go ahead, shoot the girls sometimes collateral damage is unavoidable," Casey says.

"No," Chuck interrupts. "It's always avoidable, look I have it, look here it is, here's the list."

He slides his hand out of Bela's, holding up the flash drive before winking at Casey.

"Look, you got a better plan?" he asks. "Cause I'm not okay with collateral damage right now. Here you go, here's your list of Fulcrum agents."

He slides it across the floor to the agent, who stops it with his foot.

"Well Mister Casey, Fulcrum would rather you not know who we have inside Government," he says before stomping on the flash drive, smashing it. "Show must go on."

He pushes Jill forward before making a run for it, Sarah and Casey shooting at him.

"Hey, you're okay, you're okay now," Chuck says, comforting Jill in his arms. "I'm so sorry. He's gone, he's gone, it's all over."

"I can't believe he threatened to shoot you again," Chuck says, kissing Bela on the forehead.

She stares at him blankly from the hood of her car.

"Want me to kick his ass?" he jokes, and she rewards him with a small smile.

"Bartowski!" Casey yells, storming over to the two. "First I'm gonna have you arrested for crimes against your country, then I'm gonna take you down to the club and hang you up by your fingernails where the boys-"

"Hey, I appreciate the threats, I really do but can we please explain ourselves?" Chuck asks.

"Explain what?" Casey yells, glancing at Bela. "You gave away classified Intel to the enemy, now we're never gonna know the identity of those Fulcrum agents-"

"Ye of little faith, Casey come on, buddy," Chuck interrupts, reaching into his pocket. "Do you really think that we would give that guy the list to destroy before we made ourselves a copy?"

"Hey," Casey says, snatching the chip from him.

"Q36 game copier, thankfully Morgan is too cheap and unethical to pay for his own video game entertainment," Bela explains.

"Canada's greatest gift since Shania Twain," Chuck adds, receiving another smile from Bela. "I'm gonna go check on Jill, we'll be back in a minute."

"Okay," she nods before he leaves, Casey moving over to her.

"We need to talk," he says and she snorts, shaking her head.

"I can't stand you right now, not after that," she says, moving away from him as Chuck and Jill make their way over. "Ready to go?"

Jill nods, smiling at her as she slides into the back seat with Chuck.

Bela silently moves into the front seat, starting the car up before driving away.

"Decryption key's been found," Casey notes, Sarah and him going through the files of agents in castle.

She nods, the two glancing up as more and more Fulcrum agents were revealed.

"Where's Bela?" Sarah asks.

He growls, shaking his head.

"I think you're gonna have to have another girl's night with her or something," he mutters, Sarah smiling lightly. "She's not happy."

"I'll do what I can," she says, pausing to look up at the screen. "Casey…"

He stares at the screen wide eyed. It was Jill, and she was Fulcrum.

"Damn it, he left his watch," Sarah curses, putting her gun away as Casey and her search Chuck's empty room.

"Moron," Casey growls.

"Have you spoken to Bela at all?" she asks, looking around Chuck's apartment. He shakes his head before running to his apartment.

Sarah frowns and grabs Chuck's watch, searching his room for any signs of a struggle, her eyes deliberately ignoring the unmade bed.

She sighs, making her way out to the courtyard as Casey joins her.

"She's gone," he says, holding up another watch. "Bela's gone."

A/N: Both Chuck and Bela are gone, and neither know that Jill is a Fulcrum agent. Will Casey and Sarah get to them in time? Next chapter will be up before Christmas!