Chuck vs. the Seventh Day, Chapter 13

CAST (in order of appearance):
Chuck Bartowski - Zachary Levi
Lt. Colonel John Casey - Adam Baldwin
Dr. Samuel Tyler, DCI - John Simm
Sarah Walker Bartowski - Yvonne Strahovski
Lt. Commander Rachel Harrison - Zoe Saldana
Bryce Larkin - Matt Bomer
Captain Will Williamson - Alex O'Loughlin
Carina Miller - Mini Anden

2:15 PM, Eastern Standard Time

February 17th, 2012

Bumpass, Virginia

Casey and Chuck crouched as low as they could and dashed out into the meadow, keeping to the creek. They felt like they were making progress, putting distance between themselves and the NSA strike team –

And then Casey heard it. The distinctive whup-whup-whup of the two-blade rotor of a Huey helicopter.

"Shit," he breathed. He looked to the north, where the sound was coming from. Chuck looked up with him.

A UH-1H Huey was flying in, door gunners on both sides. It was accompanied by two AH-1W Huey Cobras, one on either side of it.

Chuck saw the helicopters, and his eyes went wide. "We are so screwed," he whispered, fear making his voice shake.

"Get DOWN, Bartowski," Casey hissed, grabbing Chuck by the belt and dragging him down into the creek.

The helicopters swooped in low over the pair – and then something odd happened. The two Cobras broke off – one headed for the treeline, and another for the farmhouse, while the Huey flared to land just south of where Chuck and Casey were hidden.

Then a sound like a buzzsaw erupted from the Cobra over the trees as it began firing its guns – on the NSA strike team!Casey realized in disbelief. Then, there were one, two, three eruptions of flame as the Cobra by the farmhouse fired Hellfire missiles on the NSA trucks.

As the Huey landed, a man in a suit jumped out. "BARTOWSKI! CASEY!" he shouted.

CIA Director Sam Tyler.

The two men popped up, guns ready to fire at a moments notice. Tyler saw them and began running toward them. "WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!" he shouted. "THERE'S TWO F-16S ON THE WAY TO NAPALM THIS PLACE!"

That spurred the two men into action quicker than anything else could've. They started running toward the Huey as if the hounds of hell were coming for them.

Chuck and Casey jumped into the Huey, Tyler directly behind them. As soon as they were buckled in, the pilot of the Huey pulled back on the collective, lifting the Vietnam-era helicopter off the ground.

Once the Huey started moving forward and away from the farm, the two Cobras broke off their attacks and followed it. "HOW'D YOU KNOW WE WERE OUT HERE?" Casey shouted to Tyler over the sound of the helicopter.

"NSA INTERCEPTED A SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT CALL FOR TWO MEN OUT HERE FIRING GUNS, YOU DUMBASSES," Tyler shouted back. "FORTUNATELY FOR YOU, WE'VE BEEN MONITORING NSA'S EVERYTHING FOR THE LAST DAY!"

Casey and Chuck looked at each other sheepishly. They had brought the NSA down on themselves. "SORRY!" Casey yelled.

"THERE'LL BE TIME FOR APOLOGIES LATER," Tyler shouted. "ART GRAHAM'S BEEN CAPTURED BY FULCRUM AT FORT BLISS. HE'S IN THEIR CUSTODY."

"SHIT!" Casey swore. "HOW QUICKLY CAN WE GET TO A SECURE PHONE?"

Tyler turned to the pilot, and made a whirling motion with his hand. The pilot shot back one finger, and then five.

"FIFTEEN MINUTES!"

Belgrade, Serbia

A head of brunette hair whipped around quickly, its face turning bright red as it turned to face Sarah. Commander Rachel Harrison almost fell out of the aircraft climbing off of Bryce Larkin's lap.

Sarah Walker stood outside the C-2A Greyhound, hands on her hips as she watched Rachel scramble into the back of the aircraft and Bryce rapidly pull up his pants. He made a face as he fastened the button.

"Uncomfortable there a bit, Bryce?" Sarah teased.

"Just… don't even start," he replied. "I've spent the last forty-eight hours cooped up in this aircraft with her, and things got a little out of control."

"Gosh," Sarah said mockingly, "where HAVE I heard that one before? Oh, right. Cabo San Lucas, June 2005."

Bryce looked at Sarah, and his face went from irritated to incredibly hurt in that heartbeat. "No, Bryce… I'm sorry…"

"Why would you even say something like that, Sarah?" he shot back. "Do you have any idea how much it killed me when you went driving off in Cabo? And then when I had to disappear? And then, when you picked Chuck over me?"

He sighed. "I mean, no offense, I would never want to go back to that, but still. Picking at an old wound like that is just not kosher."

That's when Will Williamson came strolling up to the aircraft. He saw Bryce, and turned an appraising eye on him. "Howdy," he said with a smile.

"Forget it, Will," Sarah told him. "I mean, yeah, Bryce apparently has something for aircraft carrier pilots, since I just caught him… umm…"

"Banging?" Will added helpfully. "Screwing? Sexing up? Fu-"

"THANK YOU, yes," Sarah interrupted him. "However, the pilot appeared to be of the female persuasion."

Will shrugged. "I can be persuasive."

Bryce looked from Sarah to Will and back to Sarah. "I'm sorry, did I miss something?"

"Will, this is Bryce Larkin, CIA," Sarah said. "Bryce, this is Captain Will Williamson, United States Marine Corps."

Bryce reached out and shook Will's hand. "What does that have to do with him being persuasive?"

They both stared at him. "God, are you stupid sometimes," Sarah muttered shaking her head.

"I'll stop playing mindgames with you, Agent Larkin," Williamson said. "I'm gay."

"Oh," Bryce said. Then he stopped. "There really is nothing else to say to that, is there?"

Williamson stared at him for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, Bryce, I can't keep this up anymore."

Bryce too burst out laughing. "Okay," Sarah said, feeling a little annoyed, "now I'm the one who thinks I missed something."

"Will and I went to high school together, Sarah," Bryce replied.

"Yep, and I thought Bryce was hot back then too," Will added.

Sarah put her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes. "I swear, I work with crazy people," she sighed.

The Huey flared and landed on the roof of the CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia. Neither Casey nor Chuck had ever been inside this building, but it looked like that was about to change.

Tyler pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "This is Tyler, secure," he said as he headed toward the door into the building. "I want every camera between the helipad and my office shut down, and I want all personnel between the helipad and my office cleared."

He opened the door. "Gentlemen," he said, "if you would accompany me?"

Chuck and Casey followed Tyler into the CIA building. As they went down the corridors, they noticed that there were no lights on – just the emergency lights. "I guess that's one way to shut down the cameras," Tyler muttered.

The halls were deserted. It was almost eerie. They took the stairs down to the administrative floor. Tyler led them across a large area of desks and cubicles, to a door marked "S. Tyler, DCI." He opened the door with a traditional key and led them inside.

"Secure phone," he said, pointing toward his desk. Lifting his standard phone, he dialed an extension. "Bring the lights back up, but leave the cameras off," he said, and then paused for a moment. "I really don't CARE what you have to do to do it, I'm the director and I told you to do it!"

Casey picked up the secure phone and dialed. He waited a moment, and then the phone was answered.

"This is Miller, secure."

"John Casey, secure."

"Casey! Did you miss me? Are you calling me because you want to get tied to the headboard again?"

Casey grimaced at the memory of Carina Miller tying him to the headboard of a bed – once voluntarily, once not so much. "No, Carina, I'm calling you because I need your help."

Upon hearing Carina's name, Chuck's eyes went wide. "Carina?" he said. "Are you kidding me?"

"Shut UP," Casey hissed, but Carina had heard Chuck's voice.

"Is that that cute analyst Chuck?" she asked Casey. "Can I talk to him?"

"He's married, Carina," Casey growled. "Can we talk?"

"Not until I talk to Chuck," Carina replied sweetly.

Casey rolled his eyes and grunted something that sounded distinctly like slut. He handed the phone to Chuck.

"Hello?"

"Chuck!" Carina exclaimed. "It's been so long since I've heard your delicious voice."

Chuck sighed. "Carina, like Casey said, I'm married."

"Oh, Chuck, come on, that's never stopped me before. Really. I have never failed to get a married man that I set my eye on."

Chuck laughed. "I have a card up my sleeve that you may be unaware of, Carina," he replied. "The woman I'm married to happens to go by the name of Sarah Walker."

There was silence for a moment. "Now that's just playing dirty," Carina said, and Chuck could just imagine her pouting. "But… it would be an even greater accomplishment for me to take you away from Sarah."

"Carina, Sarah will kill you if you try," Chuck laughed.

"OH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" Tyler shouted, ripping the phone out of Chuck's hand and tossing it back to Casey. "Can we CONCENTRATE here, people?"

Casey put the phone back to his ear. "Was that grumpy old Sam Tyler I heard?" Carina asked.

"Yeah," Casey replied.

"He's been tied to more than one headboard," Carina said slyly.

Casey's stomach turned at that statement. "I really did not need to know that. Can we get on with business?"

"Fine, fun sucker," Carina replied.

"Okay. What's your location right now?"

"I'm in Cedar City, Utah. We're busting some stupid meth ring."

Casey's eyes lit up. "PERFECT," he said loudly. "I need you to get to Moab, go to Grand County Airport, and find a man by the name of Mitch Tucker. He's a Marine Gunnery Sergeant."

"Okay…"

"He has a Beech King Air at the airport," Casey continued. "The two of you need to fly to El Paso, and spring Senator Graham from Fulcrum custody at Fort Bliss."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. "I'm sorry," Carina finally said. "Did you just say that Fulcrum is holding Langston Graham at Fort Bliss?"

"Yep," Casey confirmed, nodding. "Think you can do it?"

"John, I can do ANYTHING," Carina replied. "But it's gonna cost you… and I don't want to see the four-leaf clover boxers again."

Casey sucked his breath in. "I don't know if I can pay that debt," he said. "I sort of have a lady friend."

Carina laughed. "Unbelievable. Well, I'll just collect one day. Either from you or Bartowski. Doesn't matter which. I'm pretty certain I can get either one of you."

And with that, she hung up. "She's gonna do it," Casey informed Chuck and Tyler. "She and Gunny Mitch Tucker are going to go to Texas, get Graham out. But Chuck…"

"Yeah?"

"She's gonna show up in L.A. to collect one day. If she can't get me, she's gonna go after you."

"She'll get dead," Chuck warned.

Rachel had eventually gotten over her embarrassment enough to introduce herself to Sarah and to Will. "Very nice to meet you, Agent Walker," Rachel had said. "I'm just sorry that your first impression of me was of my ass."

Sarah shrugged. "I wouldn't mind if I could get mine back in that kind of shape – NOT A WORD," she snapped at Bryce and Will.

Rachel laughed. "Well… I don't think we're going to be able to fly the Greyhound very far," she said, turning serious. "The starboard engine's transmission is grinding very badly, and we can only fly so far on just the port engine."

She turned and grabbed a book of charts. "However," she said, "I think I can get us as far as NAS Sigonella."

Will Williamson narrowed his eyes, and then they went wide as dinner plates. "No," he chuckled. "Oh, you ARE a naughty girl."

Rachel smiled. "Yes, yes, I am," she replied.

"Why, exactly?" Sarah asked. "Aside from the little demonstration earlier."

"There's a squadron of ES-3 Shadow aircraft based at Sigonella," Williamson said.

"And I think we should go steal one," Rachel finished. "If we fly up to England, land at some backwater airport to refuel us, and then fly at low speed and high altitude, we can get back to North America no problem."

Sarah looked at her, and then at Bryce. "Bryce," she said, a plan slowly putting itself together in her head, "did Commodore Saxon think he was going to be killed?"

"No," Bryce replied, "but he did think he was going to be arrested."

"Rachel," Sarah continued, turning her attention to Harrison, "am I right in thinking that an ES-3 is an electronic warfare aircraft and that it has the capability to land on an aircraft carrier?"

"Yeah," Rachel replied, clearly a little confused.

Williamson's eyes went wide again, and a huge grin crossed his face. "Sarah, are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

She smiled and nodded. "Oh yeah."

That's when Rachel caught on. "Oh, and you call ME a naughty girl."

Bryce looked confused. "I'm lost," he admitted. "What the hell is going on?"

Sarah smiled. "We're gonna go rescue us a US Navy flag officer."