I don't own Chuck

"Casey," Chuck whispered to the secret agent as the two loaded the trunks of their respective vehicles. Casey looked up, confusion on his face. "We need to talk."

"I am not telling you how it was," Casey said, slamming the trunk close.

Chuck looked as though he might throw up. "Thank you?" Chuck replied. "That wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about." Casey's grunt sounded like one of confusion. "What I was wanting to know is why you didn't tell Sarah there was a hit on her?"

"Oh," Casey replied. He looked at Chuck and then back to the car and then back to Chuck. "She knew."

"She did?" Chuck asked.

"She had figured out it was coming before she went and resigned when this all started," Casey began. "We didn't say anything to worry you."

"Worry me?" Chuck asked. "I'm a grown adult, that's had a lot of things thrown at me that I've handled pretty well, may I add, so why wouldn't you tell me?"

Casey snorted, sized Chuck up, and spoke. "You know Beckman and I had the odds of 50/50 of whether or not Graham would have her offed before she left DC." Chuck's mouth dropped. "Walker convinced us he wouldn't do that while she was still there. You know, too easy to track back to Graham." The smirk on Casey's face let Chuck knew he was enjoying just how uncomfortable Chuck was.

"That…that checks out," Chuck muttered, thinking about Graham's long, bloody file. "She's been expecting this."

"She has," Casey began and then stopped.

"Casey, you have to quit keeping stuff from me, I have the Intersect, I need the info to figure things out," Chuck insisted.

"I'll tell you about who we're going to see, later," Casey told Chuck. "I'm not entirely sure this isn't a trap, but we need to be closer before I do so I can do some recon. I want that flash fresh on your brain."

"Okay," Chuck agreed. "That makes a lot of sense, but what else are you keeping from me?"

"Moron," Casey said, laughing. "You have no idea what you're doing to that agent." Chuck stared at him, confused. "You two are gonna get each other killed."

"Wait, what?" Chuck began.

Casey's face hardened. "Listen, numbnuts, she's feeling things." Chuck's confusion grew. "Christ," he muttered. "About you, it's giving her…ladyfeelings."

"And that's gonna get her killed?" Chuck asked. "No, Casey-"

"Will you shut up and LISTEN!" Casey hissed. Chuck clamped his teeth shut. "You can't change how she feels, she's not some damn robot, especially now that you've shown her the truth, so before you think that you running off or pushing her away will help the situation, it won't, in fact it will make things worse."

"That's deep," Chuck began.

"For Christ's sake, Bartowski, SHUT IT!" Casey snapped. "Listen, moron, she needs you now more than ever." Casey looked over at the entrance to the hotel. "Clandestine Attack Team….Squad."

"That's, OMG!" Chuck said, his head spinning from the flash. He bent over, trying to get his barrings. "Who in the hell calls a team a squad as well?" he groaned.

"It is rather stupid," Casey agreed. "So, Zondra." Chuck nodded. "That's who's coming after her to kill her."

"But they were…well, they were friends," Chuck said, shaking his head, straightening up.

"Yeah, and now they're not," Casey told him. "And yes, Walker knows it's her."

"That's a lot," Chuck told Casey. Casey physically turned Chuck toward the hotel entrance and pushed him. "Hey!"

"Go talk to her, not me," Casey muttered, walking around the car, getting in, starting it up, and driving off.

"That' wasn't very nice," Chuck said, as the car pulled off.

"Chuck!" Sarah snapped, coming outside. "Where have you been?"

"Talking to Casey," Chuck told her, and then turned to where the car was. "He was here."

"Okay, that's it, you are to stay in my sight or Casey's sight going forward," Sarah told him.

"But I need privacy in the bathroom," Chuck insisted.

Sarah closed her eyes. "Obviously not the bathroom," she told them, opening them, trying to calm her irritated center. "I can't lose you, Chuck."

"I know," Chuck told her, grinning. "I'm your key to busting Graham." She did not return the grin, in fact, her face hardened. "What?"

"Nothing," Sarah said. "Open the trunk, we're leaving."

"Okay," Chuck said, doing so. She tossed the last bag in the trunk and slammed it, making Chuck jump. "Did I do…something…" He trailed off as she stared at him, and then simply nodded toward the passenger side door. Chuck got in, shut the door, and held on to dear life as Sarah shut hers as well, putting the car in drive, and driving like a bat out of hell.

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Chuck sat there for the next two hours, confused. A couple of times he reached over to turn on the music, and Sarah promptly turned it off. He tried a third time, but she swatted his hand before he could reach the power button. He tried to talk, but the look she gave him made him stop. He finally snapped. "Sarah," he said pleadingly. "What did I do?"

Sarah pulled the car off the Interstate, making Chuck's eyes widen. She turned to him. "Nothing, apparently it was all me," she said, anger on her face. "Apparently you think the only reason I saved your life, that I'm doing this, is for me. That I'm the selfish killer-"

"I don't think that," Chuck blurted out, fear on his face. His heart was racing but he had to tell her before she went any further. "I was trying to make a joke, lighten the mood. I was trying not to think about how you're stuck with me and did the right thing, and now it's costing you." Sarah's face softened. "I don't think you're a selfish killer, I think you are the absolute furtherest thing from that."

"Okay," she said, and turned back to the steering wheel. She turned back to Chuck and he flinched just a bit. "One question, why the second flash on Carina? You flashed on her the day we met and I mentioned her."

"Oh," Chuck said, his cheeks reddening. "When Casey said her name, and then you said the Carina part, it…it pulled up a file."

"A file?" Sarah asked.

"A video and audio file," Chuck said softly. Sarah's eyes widened. Chuck locked eyes with her. "Apparently she knew it was recording."

"Jesus," Sarah muttered.

"Yeah, she said that," Chuck blurted out.

"Oh God," Sarah said, turning back to the steering wheel. She merged into traffic. "Please, find something, ANYTHING, on the radio."

"Yup," Chuck replied, fiddling with the dial.