I don't own Chuck
Even though Chuck had several ideas, he was tired. It had been a long day and the thought of sleep overpowered him. He awoke the next morning to find his own personal Sarah blanket draped over him, which he thought was fair because she had her Chuck pillow.
They had breakfast and Casey began to make a list of the supplies Beckman could get to them with as little fanfare as possible. Casey got in one of the older jeeps in the garage and took off. Sarah shut the door, and turned to Chuck.
"Okay, Chuck, any ideas you have, now is the time to try them out," she told him.
"No pressure," he replied. He began to try all the names Sarah had given him before and nothing was found in the computer database. He pushed away from the computer, drumming his fingers on the table.
"Hey, talk to me, what are you thinking?" Sarah asked.
"I'm thinking that the names of everyone involved wouldn't be here because they stayed off the radar…until they didn't," Chuck began. Sarah nodded. "Your first kills were legit and righteous, so there would be nothing about them either."
Sarah turned and looked at all the filing cabinets and then back to Chuck. "You're telling me these are all illegal kills?"
Chuck started to answer, but instead stood. "Come on," he said. They walked to the nearest file cabinet and opened the first drawer. Chuck grabbed the first file and began to flip through it. "What is this?" he asked.
Sarah glanced at it. "Oh," Sarah said, grinning. "Well, sometimes CIA funds don't come directly to the CIA." Chuck looked at her. "That means this was probably a secret mission."
Chuck grabbed the next file and began to go through it. "This isn't the same," he muttered.
"After action report," Sarah told him.
"So it's not bad enough you have to kill someone but then you have to file a report?" Chuck asked.
"Welcome to the US Government, Chuck," Sarah told him. She furrowed her eyebrow. "Except, this isn't a kill order that's been completed."
"Then why is it here?" Chuck asked her.
She took the file, walked over to the desk, laid the file down, walked off, and came back with another chair that had been across the room. She sat down in the chair, and Chuck sat down beside her, in front of the computer. "This is a normal mission." She looked up at him. "Why would this be here?"
"No idea," Chuck said. "Anyone in there look familiar, or someone you know?"
"No," Sarah said, shaking her head. "Have you tried Director Graham?"
"No," Chuck said. "I think that would be too easy, but…" he turned, typed it in, and nothing came back in the search.
"Okay, that in itself is weird, Chuck," Sarah told him.
"It is," Chuck said. He typed in Wayne Tisdale. Suddenly numbers began to appear. Indented, underneath a number, were other numbers. It looked like a long out line of nothing but numbers. "What the hell?" Chuck muttered. He reached over, turned on the printer, and began to print.
"Chuck, it's forty-seven pages," Sarah told him.
"I know," Chuck told her. "Look, something…you know how you feel right before you sneeze and make the face to sneeze?"
"Yeah," Sarah replied, confused.
"Well, there's a feeling right before the flash and I make the flash face," Chuck continued. Sarah blinked and shook her head at that. "Anyway, I'm kinda having one of those." He pointed toward the first number and then the numbers underneath them, indented. "I think this is all connected, so we need to pull all of these."
"There are seven files here," Sarah said. "I'll get these four."
The two separated and came back, excited. Sarah started going through them, and her face fell. "This one is from accounting," she said, putting it down. "This is an after action, from an agent." She put it down and pulled up another. "This is another after action, from a different agent."
She looked up at Chuck, disappointment clearly on her face. "This makes no sense."
Chuck picked up the file that according to the computer seemed to be the main file. He began to read and suddenly made a face. It wasn't a flash, but it looked like the beginning of one. "This one," he said, pointing to the first file indented after the main file.
Sarah handed it to him. "It's the accounting one." Chuck made a bit of a face again.
"Next," he said.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, it just feels like when you need to sneeze but can't," Chuck told her. He opened it and began to read. This time the flash seemed to go further, but again, he did not.
"That looks painful," Sarah told him, the next file ready.
"It's not pleasant, but it doesn't hurt," Chuck told her.
He continued until he came to the last file. Halfway through it hit. "OH MY GOD!" he yelled. He shook his head and looked at Sarah. "Graham was in Siagon, 1974, as a sniper. Apparently four officials were killed during that year and according to this and what's in the Intersect, Graham was the sniper."
"That tracks," Sarah said, nodding. "CIA usually has officers overseas during wars or police actions."
"We need to find the rest of these," Chuck began. Her hand grabbed his wrist before he could grab the paper.
"No, you need to rest," Sarah told him. "I'm going to get a tape recorder, and you're going to tell me everything, we're going to file these and begin to compile what we can."
"Sarah, there are forty-seven pages, this could take months," Chuck told her. She gave him a look. "Okay, I guess I got out-voted one to one?"
"Correct," Sarah told him. "Also, I think we need to start running names of the people I killed through that database."
"Sarah," Chuck began.
"No, we need to end this, and if you can go through the physical pain of all these flashes, then I can get through mine. We're going to end him, right?"
"We are," Chuck told her. "We are."
