A/N: Hope all is well, something that will hopefully make you laugh
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
"You want us to do what?" Casey asked.
"I need the three of you to run surveillance," Beckman repeated.
"General, that part I understood. But in a hotel room, across the street, and…" He glanced over at his two partners. "All three of us," he said, with a look of disgust on his face. "You know what those two are doing, right?"
"I'm well aware, Colonel." Beckman replied, her lips twisted in a frown. "However, this comes from above me. The stakeout team got sick… something about sushi from a convenience store."
"Ew," Sarah said, disgust in her voice. "Is it normal for NSA agents to do something so stupid?"
Casey glared at her. "We in the NSA pride ourselves in having strong stomachs."
"I've gutted a man with a spork and never broke a sweat, or thought about heaving, but gas station sushi?" Sarah countered.
"Wow, you two are really having the ol' measuring contest?" Chuck asked. Casey glared at him, and Sarah turned to him in amusement. "You know what, I'm gonna shut up, because all I can do is stick my foot further into my mouth."
"If we are finished," Beckman began.
"No, we are not," Casey replied. "Why all three? Why not those two, or me and Walker, or… Christ, I can't believe I'm saying this… even me and Bartowski?"
"Because we need Agent Bartowski to flash on the suspects inside, and if he's spending half of his time surveilling, the worry is he'll miss someone when he's not surveilling."
"General, that is the dumbest thing I've ever heard," Casey replied.
"It may be, but I have my orders, Colonel," she said in an icy tone.
Casey snapped to attention. "Yes, ma'am!"
"If there is nothing else?" Beckman asked.
"General, can you order them not to canoodle? Can this mission please be a canoodle-free mission?" Casey pleaded.
Chuck leaned over to Sarah. "So he's saying skip the foreplay?" Sarah kicked him in the shin.
"Christ," Casey muttered, and Beckman switched off the feed. Chuck swore she was laughing at them.
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"Casey, we need to talk," Sarah said, sitting down at the table across from where John was set up near the window.
"I'll put in my earphones, so I don't have to listen to you break him, or him cry afterwards," Casey said in a surly tone.
"What is it with you?" Sarah asked. "You're being more of an ass than normal."
"I have no problem with you two being you two, but… Christ, Walker, you're worse than he is."
"Okay, that's it… either you stop, or I will turn it up to eleven." Casey turned to her slowly, his mouth open. "What, it's a Spinal Tap reference," she replied like she had said the most natural thing in the world.
"You know what Spinal Tap is? The woman who has no idea about popular music?" Casey asked, eyes wide.
"It's a rock mocumentary," Sarah replied with a shrug. "I mean it's not the best thing in the world, but it was humorous."
"Christ," Casey muttered.
"Fine, don't say I didn't warn you," Sarah said, standing.
"Do your worst," Casey said, turning back to the window.
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"Where's the snack bag, Chuck?" Sarah asked a few minutes later.
"It's right there," Chuck replied, giving her a look.
"Oh, thank you," she said smiling. "Chuck, did you pack your peanut butter?" Casey slowly turned to her. She wouldn't.
"You asked me to," Chuck replied, confusion all over his face.
"Did I?" Sarah asked smiling sweetly at Chuck. She rummaged through the bag, found what she was looking for, and pulled out a chocolate bar. "I just love a good chocolate bar, don't you, Chuck?"
"I mean I'm kind of partial to a Heath bar, but…" he trailed off seeing the look Sarah was giving him. "You know, now that I think about it, I do think a chocolate bar is my favorite."
"Good," Sarah chirped. She turned to Casey, who was glaring at her. "You know what's even better? When it's dipped in good peanut butter. Can I borrow your peanut butter… Chuck?" she asked, heavily emphasizing the k.
"Uh-huh," he managed to get out. He dug through the bag, then thrust it towards her.
"Thank you, sweetie," she said smiling at him. She began to unscrew the lid, Casey shaking his head and muttering under his breath. She got the lid off, dipped her chocolate bar into the peanut butter, bringing up a massive glob. She somehow managed to get in her mouth to bite it, then made a protracted mmmmmmmm sound.
"Bartowski, come here and spell me a second," Casey growled. Chuck took Casey's place, and Casey went over to the weapons bag, digging around. He pulled out Chuck's tranq gun, and pointed it at his own chest.
"Nope, Casey, you're under orders," Sarah reminded him. Casey turned the gun on Sarah, making Chuck freeze. "Casey, don't make me tell Beckman."
He growled, tossed the gun on the ground, and headed back toward his seat. The gun went off, hitting Chuck in the neck. "That's notnicccceeee," he said, passing out.
"CHRIST!" Casey yelled.
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"What's going on, Casey?" Sarah asked. "Why are you being like this?"
"Things are changing," he muttered. Sarah was the one keeping surveillance now. Chuck was snoring on the double bed, and Casey was sitting at the table. "That's not true, things have been changing for a while. It's just, well, you two," he waved his hand at her, "don't really need me."
"John Casey," Sarah said, turning to him. "You are a part of this team. You helped keep Daniel from killing me. You are as much of this team as anyone else."
"Doesn't feel that way," Casey replied.
"Damn ladyfeelings," Sarah huffed. Casey began to snort, and then Sarah did, and then they both started laughing together.
After a bit they sobered. "I miss singing," Casey said softly.
Sarah looked over at him, and then glanced at Chuck. She turned back to Casey and nodded. "I swear I'll never say a word if you want to."
Casey sat there, and then Sarah thought she might fall off the chair from what she heard next.
The sun will come out, tomorrow,
bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow,
there'll be sun.
Just thinking about, tomorrow,
clears away the cobwebs, and the sorrow
'til there's none
When I'm stuck a with day, that's gray, and lonely
I just stick out my chin, and grin, and say
Sarah couldn't help herself, and joined in.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, there's always tomorrow, it's only a day away.
Toooomorrow, tomorrow, there's always tomorrow
It's only a
Daaaay
Aaaaawaaaay
They both looked at each other and smiled. "Swear to God if you tell him…" Casey trailed off.
"Are you kidding me, if he found out we had a sing along without him, he'd be so mad," Sarah replied.
"Are you Chuck-whipped, Walker?" Casey asked. "Afraid he'll cut you off?"
She gave him a look. "Please," she retorted making him bellow in laughter.
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"Well done, team," Beckman said 24 hours later, the mission a success. "Were there any problems?"
"Other than an accidental gun discharge, nothing, General," Chuck replied. Casey glared at Chuck, and Sarah fought not to roll her eyes.
Beckman stared at him for a minute. "I don't want to know," she said, cutting the feed.
Chuck turned to Sarah, clapping his hands together. "So, I'm not sure why, but I have the weirdest desire to watch Annie," he began. Sarah twisted her lips to not give away the grin. Casey made a choking sound and pounded his chest like something was caught in his throat. Chuck turned to him. "Hey, Big Guy, you know, you're always invited, right?"
Casey studied them a second. "Which version?"
"The OG," Chuck said, like Casey had asked the dumbest question ever.
"Okay," Casey replied.
Chuck smiled. "Alright!" he said, pumping his fist. "Hey, Casey, mayonnaise or Miracle Whip-" Casey put his hand in Chuck's face and pushed him away, turned and walked off. "Still on for Annie later?"
"Don't be stupid, Bartowski, of course I am!" he yelled back.
"He really likes me," Chuck said. Sarah pressed her lips together and nodded. "Like, really likes me."
"I love your optimism, Chuck," Sarah replied, walking off.
Chuck stood there alone, and began to sing quietly.
You're always a day away
"Why is that song stuck in my head?"
A/N: Yes, silly, hopefully it made you smile. Take care of yourself during this time. Laugh, love, be kind, don't forget who you are during this strange, strange time. Love you guys, PMs, reviews, finger guns, smoke signals, they are all appreciated.
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