Sarah was eating the Jell-O and unrecognisable assortments on her food tray, flipping through the channels on her TV when in popped Casey.

"Hey Casey."

Casey, in a more than usual verbal mood that morning replied with, "How's the leg?"

"The morphine is doing it's job."

Then Sarah looked at him intently, and said, "You're here to talk about Chuck, arent you?"

He responded with a quiet, "Yes."

"Yeah, well - he was shocking yesterday, no doubt about it." Sarah replied, with her brows furrowed.

"Walker, I kinda noticed. My jaw was literally open at seeing the guy shoot and kill someone else, the very same guy who used to faint at the sight of blood!"

Sarah gave a small smile at Casey admitting his surprise and shock. " Did you report this to Graham and Beckman yet?"

"Of course I did. They said they'll talk about it to us as soon as you're in a condition to attend. Graham doesnt want CIA having a lesser say in the decisions obviously."

Sarah ignored his jibe at CIA and asked, "Is Chuck okay?"

"Yeah, just a minor concussion and exhaustion"

"No, Casey - I mean, is he..okay?"

Casey looked at her and gave a half-smile. "Yes, strangely enough. He looked at it as a necessary measure to save his team, to save you. Perhaps a little remorse lingers in his heart, but he hasnt broken down or anything, if that's what you're asking."

"It's strange. Im not sure if I should be happy or sad about this. Chuck is the sort of person, we were trained to protect, you know. When I get to know he picked up a gun for us, it's like realization of how terrible things we do sometimes in the name of Right. Yes, Im proud of him and admire his ability to do whatever's necessary if it means compromising with what he holds dear, but I know what state he probably will be when it hits him."

Casey squeezed her arm. "Hey, you're talking to a burnout here." He humorlessly laughed.

"You know Walker, I agree. Bartowski has got a good head on his shoulders. He's a pain in the ass, but a heart of gold which has the ability to warm even us cold-blooded killers, but I have realized one thing. If Chuck knows what their intentions were and the millions of lives he saved, he'll know what he did was right."

Sarah smiled. "Casey?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

--

One week later

Location: Home Entertainment Room, 11:57 PM

"Welcome back, Agent Walker" said Director Graham.

"Thankyou Sir" said Sarah.

"Well, now that both of you are finally here, General and I needed to discuss the new developments with the Intersect."

Casey began, " Based on our experience and interaction, The Intersect has always been a cooperative and resourceful asset. He has always had superior mental abilities, but last week's incident proved his physical capabilities, even without being provided any -"

Graham interrupted, " I know, Major Casey. You reported this last week." He furrowed his brows.

"Based on his performance, the General and I have agreed to instate Mr. Bartowski as a field agent."

He looked at his agents' stupefied faces with a little amusement.

"Yes, and he will be training under a former CIA spy, who will teach him the A-Z of becoming a CIA agent."

Casey raised his eyebrows, "CIA?"

"Yes, Major Casey. General Beckman has agreed to this in the interests of Bartowski."

"Yes, sir."

"Agent Walker, you need to explain all this to Chuck, you will be contacted later with more details."

"Yes, sir"

"Also, on losing CIA hold over Wienerlicious, your cover job is now that of a worker at a yogurt shop called Orange Orange."

Sarah's eyebrows flew up. "Yes, sir" she said in a resigned voice.

"That's all for now."

and with those words, Chuck Bartowski's life was further messed up.