A/N: Me: I'm going to write Casey and Walker. Facebook: Hey….would you write Chuck and Sarah vs the 2nd Grade and see if you can get Steampunk to write Dive. …..Finnnnnnnnnnne. But know it's only for the children. Ch 4, What Are We Doing

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck…but I'm thinking of the children

"Casey," Beckman said to John, who was standing in his bedroom, his TV serving as a monitor. "What's happened, you look…well, constipated."

"I wish," he muttered. "We have…a situation. It involves…Roan."

Beckman groaned and put her head in her hands. "I thought he'd retire, stay at home, but no, he took the position. He's the principal of children. What do I have to do to get him to see it's time to come home?"

"General, have you, oh I don't know, thought about telling him how you feel?" Her head snapped up and she glared at him. "Right. What was I thinking?"

"We made a promise, Casey," Beckman nearly growled. If Casey was a current agent, he'd of let it go. He wasn't.

"The whole intelligence community is aware of that promise in Berlin, General, but sometimes, well, you need to be say what you feel." Beckman stared at Casey. "Christ," he muttered. "This is Bartowski's fault." He straightened and looked at Beckman. "Permission to find another assignment or use Maggie on myself, General."

"You're not part of the NSA any longer, Major, but may I remind you there is a young lady that cares a great deal about you." Casey grumbled under his breath. "So, while this news is welcomed, I would have found out through normal channels. Why contact me?"

"Roan has pulled Bartowski into his asinine plan to flush out Larkin," Casey replied, grinning.

"Oh, God," Beckman groused.

"He believes if Bartowski romances Walker, she'll contact Larkin," Casey explained. Beckman rolled her eyes. "But wait, there's more." Beckman stared at him. "DEA Agent Carina Miller-"

"The Devilspawn?!"

"The one and only," Casey confirmed. "Is after Jill Roberts of Roberts Pharmaceuticals and is using Walker to get close to Bartowski to get dirt on Roberts. Sam is the combination of their unholy union."

"You really don't like that woman, do you?"

"How the hell can anyone not be in Sam's life I don't understand, General," Casey spat. Beckman grinned.

"Casey, I have a feeling you have an idea."

"Seeing as how Roan and Carina want to try and push together Walker and Bartowski, what if we have them be in a cover relationship?"

"Casey, I don't understand," Beckman admitted.

Casey grinned. "Oh, those two are crazy about each other, and their ladyfeelings are everywhere, no offense, General." Beckman nodded. "If we keep those four tied up, I can look into Roberts. Do some real spy work."

"You just want her to go to jail," Beckman surmised. Casey shrugged as innocently as he could….it wasn't that innocently. "What about Bryce?"

"What about him?" Casey asked. "It isn't like we owe the CIA anything. Walker's already crazy about Sam, all I have to do is tell her to watch Bartowski, to keep him safe because if something happens to him, Sam will lose it."

"And if Bryce should stick his head up?" Beckman asked.

"I haven't killed anyone in a bit," Casey replied, shrugging. "I have no problem popping him."

"The project?"

"Right on schedule," Casey replied. Beckman stared at him. "Permission to speak freely?" Beckman nodded. "Bartowski is working as fast as he can, the best he can. He works best when he's not burned out. Some time with a woman might not be the worst thing for him."

"Really, Casey?" Beckman asked, her voice dripping with disbelief.

"General, he likes her, he gets to be around her, what's the problem?"

"What if she likes him?" Beckman countered.

"She does, General," Casey explained. He had a wicked grin on his face. "Former CIA agent with buried feelings, Bartowski, who never met a feeling he didn't want to talk about….those two will have Miller and Montgomery chasing their tails and completely out of my way while I get to Roberts. Make no mistake, General, this is for me. No one does to Sam what Jill has and gets away with it."

"Tread lightly, Casey, but do it." The grin on Casey's face was terrifying.

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Back in the main part of the house, Chuck was washing dishes while Sarah ate. She felt a little weird, but at the same time, she didn't. He looked up at her, and she realized she was staring.

"So no steak sauce, huh?"

Sarah slowly shook her head. "If you cook it just right, there's no need for anything extra," Sarah replied.

"But doesn't it sometimes give it a little extra something?" Chuck replied, a grin on his face.

"We are talking about steak, and not something else, right?" Chuck's eyes widened, and she smirked as she drank the beer Casey had gotten her. She wasn't ready to try chocolate flavored cashew milk, regardless of how creamy Chuck insisted it was. She knew she had knocked him back a step with her question, but it was about time he was the one off-guard instead of her.

"Coffee?" he croaked. Sarah nodded. She decided to let him get his bearings. As he got up to get her a cup, she found herself watching him. His little speech earlier about how Bryce was more her type than he was, had her bothered. How dare he think he know her! How dare he smile at her like that earlier and make her lose the use of her legs and think he was less than Bryce Larkin! How dare he think she was unfeeling…not that she had told or showed him that, but how dare he!

"You okay?" Chuck asked, pouring her a cup and them himself one. She snapped her head to look at him. "You've got a bit of…well, what looks to be anger on your face and I feel sorry for anyone who would get that look." He put the coffee pot back, came back to the table, and sat back down.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling at him. Little did he know it was him that anger was building toward, but those words…they just swept it away. "So what are we gonna do, Chuck?"

Chuck shrugged. "How would I know, you two are the ex-spies, not me. And what do you mean we? All I have to do is pretend to do what everyone is suggesting. I'm not getting into anything nefarious or underhanded."

Sarah studied him, and sighed. "Chuck, if they think you are involved in something, what do you think will happen to Sam?" Chuck's eyes grew wide. "I'm not letting them take her, separate you two, or what ever other worry you two have," she said quickly, her hand on his arm. Chuck stared at her and then glanced down at her arm. He looked back at her, but her eyes stayed locked with his. "I promise."

"Sarah…don't take this the wrong way, but what exactly can you do? You're ex-CIA."

The grin hit her face unbidden. "Trust me, Chuck. If I promise you they won't take her or split you two, they won't."

"I believe you," he said, a little breathless. "But again, what can you do? What can I do?"

"We make them understand that neither of us is doing what they think. We make them realize that Bryce isn't a part of my life and Jill, except for the fact she's Sam's mother, isn't a part of yours." She paused. "She's not is she, because if she is, I need to know now."

"No," Chuck replied shaking his head with a look of hurt on his face. Sarah was bothered by how much that bothered her. She found herself getting angry and knew that was ridiculous. "All Sam wants is her mom to love her," he said softly. The anger in Sarah fell away. This was about Chuck wanting Sam to have her mom, not Chuck wanting Jill, at least she didn't think it was. "She made her choice when it came to me, and that is her choice….and-and so is this." He made a gesture toward the house in general. "She doesn't want to be a mom, she doesn't even want Sam to call her mom, but I can't comprehend that."

Sarah wrapped her hands around the cup in front of her, looking down into it. She looked over at him, and he was staring out into space, his eyes teary. "I wonder which is worse?" she asked gently. Chuck turned to her. "To be a terrible parent, and to keep trying, or to know you're a bad parent and stay away."

Chuck took a sip of his coffee, considering. "You know if she'd just admit to Sam that she's not good at this, that she doesn't know how, it would be one thing, but what happened to her, well, getting pregnant, I think she blames Sam."

"That's awful," Sarah replied, stopping herself from stroking his forearm to comfort him.

"I mean, she's pretty awful," Chuck admitted. "After she found out she was pregnant she came to me to obtain 'samples' so she could make sure who the father was." Sarah's eyes widened. Chuck huffed a laugh. "Ellie made me get all sorts of tests on myself after that."

"I like Ellie," Sarah replied. Chuck looked over at Sarah and smiled. "What?" she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I like the no bullshit attitude she takes." She pauses, running her finger along the lip of the cup. "To be honest, I thought she was making excuses for you the first night at the uh…" She saw the grin on his face and she shook her head. "I thought she was covering for you." She paused and took a deep breath. "The way my mom use to cover for my dad," she finished softly. She darted her eyes over and saw his brow knotted in concern.

"Absentee?"

She snorted. "Chuck, he didn't think of me as his daughter, but his partner in crime." Chuck grinned. "No," she said gently. "Not a compliment, but literally."

"Oh," Chuck replied, and then thought about it some more. Understanding hit his face and his eyes widened. "OH!"

"Yeah, Dad was…is…a conman."

"Oh," he replied softly. She shook her head. On his face, that she could read like an open book was confusion. Not of her situation, but why she chose to share such intimate knowledge of her past with him.

"It's possible," she began with a rueful grin on her face, tracing her finger along the lip of the cup. "That I MIGHT have projected some of my…ugh. I hate this," she said looking at the ceiling.

Chuck leaned forward, grinning, putting his elbows on the table and his face between his fists. "I rather enjoying it."

She laughed. She couldn't help it. He wasn't making it harder on her, but he was teasing her, and she deserved worse, she knew she did, but this was how he was going to handle it. "I may have projected some of my dad issues onto you and Sam."

He leaned back, mock shock on his face. "Noooo. Say it isn't so."

She wadded up a napkin and threw it at him. It bounced of his forehead, making her chuckle.

"Friends?" he asked, holding out his hand.

She took it. "Absolutely," she replied. "But you know we're going to have to appear to be more than that?"

"Why?" he asked honestly. "Listen, no one is going to believe you're dating me. You are too awesome to be with a single dad nerd loser like me."

"Chuck-" she began, a danger in her voice.

Chuck held up his hands. "Listen, we've both got loads of baggage. A TON." She chuckled at that, he was right. "So, you and I hang out. You're a badass, ex-CIA amazing teacher, and I'm a emotionally stunted computer nerd."

"I think I'm more emotionally stunted than you," Sarah retorted.

"It's not a contest," he said with a flat look, making her burst out into laughter.

"So, we spend time together, but how does that convince Carina and Roan that neither of us is doing anything untoward."

"Frankly that's none of their business," Chuck replied.

"Not untoward like that," she said, slapping his shoulder and grinning at him. "That would be none of their business." Chuck had no idea what to do with that. "I mean convince them you're not helping Jill and I'm not helping Bryce's ghost."

"That's not fair." Sarah looked at him. "I mean first you're already cooler than me, and you get a ghost?" She snorted in laughter. "So, as to that issue, I have an idea." She leaned forward. "Morgan likes Carina." Sarah closed her eyes. "Yes, that Morgan, the hairy one." The laughter began.

Neither noticed Casey who had been watching them for the past five minutes. Christ, he thought to himself. I've seen this before. Bartowski is going to try and be her friend, be there for her, and hope she comes to his senses like one of those stupid 80s movies he's always watching. Meanwhile, Walker's on the verge of riding the kid hard and putting him up wet. This is going to be a ladyfeelings trainwreck. Casey smiled. This ought to be fun.

A/N: Remember, we need to think of the children. Hope you liked it, reviews and PMs are always welcomed…Til next time!

DC