A/N: Okay, so first off, I need to clarify something. General Beckman does not KNOW Anna Wu or her parents. They are quite wealthy and run in certain circles. Beckman knows OF them and Anna. Sorry I did not make that clearer. Some of you have caught on already what is going on, some haven't. It's all laid out, I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

"We're good to go," Anna said, coming out of the home theater room. "Tonight, we begin Operation Chuck and Sarah."

"Charah," Jeff blurted out. Everyone turned to him. "Like Beniffer, you know, Ben and Jennifer." Everyone nodded. "Like the ice cream."

"That's Ben and Jerry's, buddy," Lester told Jeff. "Beniffer is Jennifer Garner and Ben Affleck."

"Who would want to eat ice cream from those two?" Jeff asked.

"Okay, rule number one, Jeff: You are not to use mistletoe on Chuck and Sarah," Anna told him. "Lester, rule one-a: You are not to let Jeff use mistletoe on Chuck and Sarah."

"Who's gonna make me do that?" Lester asked. Anna glared at him, and Lester gulped. "You know, you have a point."

"I thought so," Anna replied. She looked at the rest of the team. "Our job is simple; we have to get Sarah to tell Chuck the truth."

"She'll never do that. She's a trained spy, she kicked Lester's ass," Jeff blurted out.

"I've kicked Lester's ass," Anna reminded Jeff.

"Are you a spy?" Jeff asked, his eyes wide, but unfocused. Anna turned to Lester, glaring at him.

"I got him," Lester said, leading Jeff away, muttering something about all the hot women around him being spies.

"Someone needs to befriend Sarah, talk to her. Convince her to tell Chuck the truth about things," Anna continued.

"Why don't you do it?" Morgan asked.

"I'm not the best at having women friends," Anna admitted.

"Oh," Morgan said, nodding. "I'm heading to the hospital to check on Chuck. Hopefully, he'll be here tonight."

"He will be, right Morgan?" Anna asked. Morgan gulped.

"Have you ever thought about leading without, maybe, using the fear?" Morgan asked. Anna stared at him. "Just a thought… and a bad one, at that."

}o{

"What do I do? What do I do?" Sarah muttered, pacing back and forth. "They won't reassign me, but I can't have a relationship with him."

"That's not what they actually said," Casey told her, as she paced past him. She wasn't listening, so Casey merely sighed, and went back to his magazine.

"John," he heard a soft voice say. He looked up to find Ellie. Sarah continued to pace, and he just shook his head and he moved to stand beside Ellie. "Is she okay?"

"Is she okay?" Casey began, but then he paused. He was going to be stuck in Burbank the rest of his life, working at the damn Buy More… unless. "No, she's not okay." Casey felt a little bad with what he was about to do… or was that gas? Probably gas.

"She's in love with your brother, had absolutely rotten experiences, and is afraid to be in love for fear she'll ruin it. Today scared her. She wants him to move in with her, but she's scared to ask."

"Really?" Ellie asked, a grin covering her face. "Oh my God, that's what earlier was about. What can I do to make things easier? Do I need to tell her I approve?"

"Oh, no," Casey said, leading her away from the pacing Sarah. "No. In fact, the less said the better. She's very embarrassed about what happened."

"What happened?" Ellie said. Casey looked around and leaned in close.

"Walker is a very active woman, if you get my drift." Ellie's eyes went wide. "Not like that… Jesus, Ellie."

"Sorry," Ellie said. "You mean like physically active."

"Right, and we both know your brother," Casey said. "Now Walker doesn't mind that he's a geek, or nerd, or whatever the hell he's called this week. But this guy she was with, he couldn't stand it… some jerk named Bruce Larkin, or something like that."

"Bryce Larkin?" Ellie asked. "She used to date Bryce Larkin?"

"Yup that's the guy. Apparently, he thought she was too much for him and dumped her, and then…" Casey spread his hands. "Now Sarah thinks that's a death sentence for anyone that dates her."

"That's insane!" Ellie said.

"I know," Casey replied. "But that's where she's at. She's hopelessly in love with your brother, and she doesn't know what to do about it. She wants to live with him, but if anyone pushes too hard, she has these walls that she's put up, and won't let anyone in."

"Okay," Ellie said. "So be gentle around her." Casey nodded. "Thank you, John."

"My pleasure," Casey said, and Ellie walked off. He grinned. "The hell if they're gonna keep me stuck in Burbank the rest of my life without someone to shoot."

}o{

"Chuckster," Morgan said, slipping in when no one was paying attention. "Getting out soon?"

"That's what I'm told," Chuck replied. "Hey, Morgan, this… this was all a mistake."

"No, it's not, buddy. We've got you, okay?" Chuck nodded. "Now, Anna says you're to be there tonight, and you don't have to do any serious grooving, but being around your friends… you need it."

"I do," Chuck said. "She's not come to visit me." Chuck sighed and looked down at his hands.

"It's because she's wearing a hole in the floor, pacing out there," Morgan told him.

"What?" Chuck asked.

"Dude, she is worried about you," Morgan told him. "Man, trust us; we got this."

"I'm not so sure, Morgan. Anna almost got hurt," Chuck pointed out.

"But she didn't, and next time, we'll be better prepared, okay?" Chuck knew he shouldn't agree, but for once it felt right. "By the way, Ellie told me about Sarah's fear of men that date her, dying."

"What?" Chuck asked, as he sat up. "Where did she get that idea?"

"From Casey," Morgan said. He stroked his beard, in thought. "Maybe it's time we bring in a green-shirt."

"Morgan, Casey will never betray the NSA," Chuck told Morgan.

"Why would he, he's just following orders," Morgan said. "Gotta go." Morgan slipped back out, and Chuck sat there for a moment.

He got up, pulled wires out of his arms, setting off a beep on the heart monitor system. Ellie came rushing in, her eyes wide. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going home. We both know I'm fine," Chuck told her.

"Let me get them to rush your discharge," Ellie said, picking up the phone and making a call. "Listen, you can't scare Sarah. She's been through a lot."

"Yeah," Chuck replied shaking his head. "I know." With that, he went into the bathroom to dress. She'd been through a lot? What the hell had he been through if she'd been through a lot?

}o{

"Where do you think you're going?" Sarah asked him as he came out of his room a few minutes later, heading toward the parking lot.

"Home," Chuck replied, the tiredness seeping through his voice. "I'm going home, and later, I'm going to the Buy More party. You're still invited, you know."

"Chuck, you can't," Sarah told him.

He stopped in the hallway and turned to her. "I know there are a lot of things I can't do because of…" he trailed off, and widened his eyes at her. She nodded that she understood. "What I can do is go home, and go spend time with my friends tonight."

"No, you can't go home… you have to move in with me," Sarah told him. "Beckman and Graham want you to."

"No," Chuck said simply. "Hell, no. I can't do that." With that he turned and walked away from her.

"You don't understand," Sarah told him, running after him.

"No, I do understand… and that's why I can't, Sarah." With that, he turned and walked away. Her head dropped back, as she stared at the ceiling.

"Christ," Casey muttered, having watched the whole thing.

"Beckman is not going to be happy," Morgan said behind Casey. Casey's eyes went wide as he spun. "She knows about me, and what I know."

"This just keeps getting worse and worse," Casey muttered.

"Wait, you believe me? You aren't going to need to be convinced?" Morgan asked, surprised.

"How in the hell could you make any of this up," Casey countered.

"True," Morgan replied. "I think you might want to have a sit-down with Anna. The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"Who's your enemy?" Casey asked. Morgan blinked, confusion on his face. "Right, you're not the brains of the operation, Wu is. Which makes sense. Let's go."

"What about Chuck?" Morgan asked.

"Bartowski will eventually figure out that she drove him here," Casey began. "Walker will drive him home because… ladyfeelings, and they'll both go to the party, not happy about it."

"And what you told Ellie?" Morgan asked.

Casey grinned. "I needed some amusement," Casey admitted.

}o{

Casey sat on one side of the table in the break room, Anna on the other. "Drink?" Anna asked.

"Johnny Walker Black," Casey replied. Anna snapped her fingers, and Skip appeared with a bottle and a glass, placed them in front of Casey, and scurried away. Casey hrmped, impressed.

"I like to know all players," Anna told him. "I assume you've told General Beckman about this."

"I did," Casey replied, pouring himself a drink, and motioning the bottle toward Anna. Anna shook her head and Casey took a sip, setting the bottle down on the table. "Ahh." He placed the glass down. "I, as an NSA agent, can't be involved."

"I don't want Major John Casey," Anna told him. Casey looked confused. "I need Buy More Green-Shirt, John Casey."

Casey narrowed his eyes, and then it hit him. "I'll be damned."

"Exactly," Anna said, grinning. "You get it?"

"I do," Casey replied. "Hell, I should have gotten it earlier. Damn bureaucratic red tape."

"So, John Casey, Green Shirt Buy More employee… are you in?" Anna asked him.

Casey lifted his glass. "Hell yes. And when we get done, NSA Major Casey can get the hell out of Burbank, and go shoot someone."

"Or, maybe you can stay here, and shoot someone," Anna offered. Casey gave her a nod and emptied his glass. "Your job tonight: Keep an eye on the DJ."

"Okay," Casey replied. "What am I watching for?"

"You're watching our target, and when the time is right, play the right song," Anna told him.

"What's the right song?"

"That, Mr. Casey, is your prerogative."

"Excellent," Casey replied.

A/N: Have you got it yet? It's okay, you will.