New chapter! Yay! Thank you to all that reviewed :D It means a lot. So i'm going to mention now, that although Daytona may seem like a bitch now, she won't be that way later. Think of Sarah before she met Chuck except she does have feelings and uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism. It's going to be really fun to develop a bond between her and Sarah. Plus, it will show a lot of how Sarah has changed over the years. Anyways, i'm rambling.

I do not own Chuck, although I wish to god that I did! I do, however, own Daytona. Enjoy!

LATER THAT AFTERNOON===CASTLE

Chuck sighed as he twisted around in his chair. He had been at Castle for about 3 hours and all he had accomplished was the report for the last mission that the team had had. He knew that they had options to choose from, but a lot of the missions that Carmichael Industries had been raking in always sounded fishy in one way or another. Of course, in this business, most things always sounded fishy. The only mission that seemed to be worth doing was a seduction mission and he absolutely hated those. Especially when a female would be needed because that usually meant that his wife would have to do it. However...

"Hey Chuck." His sister-in-law said, making her way down the steps into Castle. Chuck's eyebrows shot up in surprise, earning a snort from the blond woman. "Ya, I was conviently thrown out of the house for a renovation, apparently." She stated, with disbelieving eyes. She sighed and plopped down into one of the chairs beside him. Chuck let out a small laugh, his wife was an interesting woman at trying to communicate.

"Well, you know, our apartment does need to be renovated." Chuck declared with a smile. Daytona rolled her eyes and layed back against the chair, tilting her head to look at the ceiling. "So, about this morning..."

"Look, I deal with things in my own way. I don't like to talk about my feelings, "She confessed, pausing to show her disgust for the word, "and that's just how I am. Liam dumped me, i'm hurt, i'll get over it eventually and that's all there is to it." She finished and shrugged her shoulders. "Sarah just doesn't get that, I guess." Chuck watched the younger Walker's expression throughout the whole speech and couldn't help but notice the amount of hurt that radiated off of her, even if she tried to hide it.

"Daytona, I understand that you're hurt and that the first thing an agent is trained to do is get rid of their emotions and/or feelings." Chuck said, smiling sympathetically. Daytona opened her mouth to protest but Chuck continued, "But in this family, " He stressed, "we tend to either overanalyze things, or share our feelings and let others help. I know you're not used to that, but neither was Sarah." He said and watched as Daytona sighed and looked away for the briefest of moments before returning her gaze to his. "Don't forget that your sister was a CIA agent for about ten years before she met me. She was the hardcore, all-about-her-job, no-emotions-or-it-got-you-killed type of agent and it took me about three years to break through her walls." He confessed, then smiled. "It was hard, but I would gladly do it all over again, because that woman is the most sweetest, lovable, loyal, and trustworthy person I have ever met. All it took was a little TLC." He said and smirked slightly.

"Ya," She snorted, "and a couple of years." She mumbled, knowing that Chuck heard her. He frowned and rolled his eyes.

"She just wants to connect with you, Tonie." Chuck said, using the nickname he had dubbed her with, the moment they met, "Sarah feels like the worst sister in the world because she can't help you. Sarah Walker does not like feeling helpless." He emphasized with a raise of his eyebrow. "Trust me."

Daytona watched as her brother-in-law continued to rant about how much Sarah had changed over the years. She knew that he was right in a lot of ways, she was treating Sarah like an enemy instead of like a sister and she began to feel guilty. Sarah was nothing but a sister to her. She picked her up when she fell, protected her, gave her a place to live and even took all the crap that the younger Walker dished out. No complaints. Sarah had even been there the night that Liam had left her, and had done nothing but be a sister. She had made threats, swore that she would do anything for her, and then comforted her when she had almost broken down for the first, and only, time in years.

FLASHBACK

Chuck and Sarah walked into their home, soaking wet and both a little frustrated. They had went on a mission that night and it hadn't turned out exactly the way they had planned. Four extra guys had shown up and thwarted any attempt at stealing the priceless artifact back.

"Can't we catch a break, just once? Just once. I mean, everytime we think we get ahead..."Chuck trailed off before crashing on the couch in exhaustion. Sarah nodded her head, falling beside him. Chuck turned to her and smiled softly. "You were amazing tonight, though."

"Thank you. You weren't too bad yourself, mister." She replied with a smile of her own. She leaned up and kissed him sweetly, letting it drag on long enough for him to put a hand up to her face. When she pulled away, he pouted and stuck his head between the krook of her neck, laying gentle kisses along her collarbone. Sarah closed her eyes and let out a small moan of appreciation. Chuck pulled away and looked into her eyes.

"How about a massage? You're so tense." He stated, slight concern clouding his voice. Sarah smirked and ran her hand up his side, tantalizingly slow. Chuck closed his eyes, a blissful smile upon his face. "Is that a yes, Mrs. Bartowski?"

Sarah leaned in and kissed him softly, grabbing a hold of his shirt slightly. She then deepened it, pulling him closer to her before prying his mouth open with her tongue. He willingly accepted, cupping her face with both hands. The two battled for dominance with their tongues, as their kisses started to intensify. Sarah straddled his lap, barely breaking their kiss and ran her hands up under his shirt, making Chuck shiver slightly. Chuck flipped the so that he was lying on top of her. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist causing Chuck to run his hands along her thighs. Sarah moaned loudly and began to shiver with excitement.

"Are you ready for..." Chuck paused, breaking their kiss for a moment upon hearing the lock to their door jiggle. Both pulled away instantly and looked towards the door in alarm, curiousity, and a glare. The front door opened and a young, soaked blond figure stood in the doorway a moment before coming in and shutting the door. Her face was still, and motionless. Almost empty. She looked at the two people sitting on the couch, paying no attention to their compromising position.

"He dumped me." She said, emotionless. Her face didn't betray the hurt and sorrow that she actually felt at the moment. Nor did her body betray how tired and drained she was. At that moment, Daytona felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. The instant the words left her mouth, Daytona headed down towards her bedroom, her feet dragging along the floor slightly and little droplets of water landed on the floor and trailed a path to the younger blond's room.

Sarah and Chuck looked at eachother a moment, both with surprised looks upon their faces. Liam and Daytona breaking up was not something that either of them had ever thought was possible. They were a power couple. Strong with eachother, not without. Before Sarah could open her mouth, Chuck got off of her a motioned towards the direction the younger Walker had taken.

"Go. Be sisterly." Chuck said with a soft smile. "Be amazing." He added with a wink. Sarah smiled, her heart melting. Chuck always thought about others before he thought of himself and it was one of the many reasons why she loved him. Sarah leaned over and gave him a light kiss before standing up and walking towards her sister's door.

DAYTONA'S BEDROOM

Upon entering her younger sister's room, Sarah noticed two things. One, her sister sat on her bed, motionless, staring blankly at a wall. Two, there was a shiney ring hanging around the blade of a knife that was currently embedded in said wall. Sarah looked at her sister and felt like she was staring into a mirror of herself about 5 years ago. She was cold, emotionless, and didn't even notice the older Walker's presence. Sarah should have known what to expect, but staring at Daytona now was something completely different. The girl was hurt and Sarah wasn't much of a comforter.

"I'll throw him in a meat grinder if you want." However, she was prone to violence. It tended to help her deal with stressful situations. "Or in a pond full of piranhas." Sarah finished and watched as the blond looked up at her. If she had blinked, Sarah probably would have missed the ghost of a smile that crossed her younger sibling's face. But she had seen it and it made the whole upcoming experience feel a little more easier. "Sharks? Lions?" She continued to question, sitting down beside Daytona on the bed. "Penguins?"

"Penguins?"

"Hey, they are dangerous things when angry. Peck you till you bleed, the little bastards." Sarah mumbled, remembering a time when penguins were her biggest enemy. She looked up into Daytona's eyes and could tell that although the blond was hurting, she was finding the conversation amusing which was definitely a start. "I once had a mission that landed me in hot water with a penguin..."She paused, squinting her eyes in rememberance, "Ok, well, not hot water cause it was actually pretty cold and very dry at the same time, but none the less it was this huge penguin that had a problem with me chasing a guy into his habitat and..." She rambled, causing Daytona to crack a small smile.

"You're rambling, Sarah." She said, raising an eyebrow at her older sister. Sarah closed her eyes in slight embarrassment.

"It's Chuck." Sarah blamed, letting out a small laugh. "He's passing on personality traits like they're christmas gifts." She explained and smiled softly.

"He does." The younger blond replied, her eyes sinking ever the slightest.

"Day, you know that I would do anything for you, right?" Sarah said, her voice softening considerably. Daytona reverted her eyes back to the wall that held the knife and ring.

Sarah watched as her younger sister battled her inner emotions, trying to keep them back, yet not knowing whether or not she could. The silence in the room was almost deafening. When it seemed like she wouldn't get a response from her earlier statement, Sarah stood up, not knowing what else to do to comfort her sister. Sarah let out a small sigh and turned around to walk out but froze the moment the younger blond murmured five words.

"What do I do, Sarah?"

Sarah turned back around and wished she hadn't, for when she layed her eyes on her sister's, the tears welled up in her own eyes. The younger Walker looked so broken and utterly confused that it broke her own heart as well. Sarah sat down beside her again and placed a comforting hand on her back. Daytona's eyes started to water, despite the fact that she was so desperately trying to hold the tears back.

"You push through it, Day." Sarah said, supressing her own tears. Her face showed confidence and truth. "Make the best of what you have. You have a family that loves you, we'll help you through this." She finished, catching her sister's eyes for a moment before her sister diverted hers to the floor. "Are you gonna be alright?" She asked, and was so sure that Daytona was about to burst into tears, but it didn't happen. What happened was something that Sarah wished hadn't.

Daytona slowly raised her eyes to look at the wall straight ahead of her. There was no trace of the possibility of tears left in the younger blond's eyes. Instead, there was a bone chilling, stormy coldness that surrounded her eyes. She stood up, walked over to the wall that held her favorite knife and a token of her ex lover's affection, and pulled the knife from the wall, letting the ring drop to the floor. Daytona turned back to her older sister and sighed.

"I'm fine, Sarah. I'm tired though." Daytona said, her face stone cold. Sarah opened her mouth to protest but was intereupted. "I said i'm fine, now would you, kindly, leave my room." Daytona hissed, starting to get annoyed. Sarah sighed heavily, throwing her hands in the air and walking out of the room without another word.

END OF FLASHBACK

"You're right, Chuck." Daytona said, whilst letting out a sigh. Chuck stopped mid sentence and stared at the younger blond a moment before smiling brightly. "Easy on the smile, you're hurting my retinas." She teased and let out a small chuckle. "I know i've been harsh on Sarah eventhough it's not her fault. I'll apologize. " She finished and rolled her eyes as her brother-in-law's smile persisted. "I'll gladly poke my eyes out first if you don't stop with the smile, though. Maybe i'll staple your mouth shut in the process." She mused, putting a finger under her chin in thought.

"What is with the Walker woman and violence?" Chuck asked to no one in particular.

"Shouldn't of married one, moron." A new voice said, walking down the steps of Castle. Chuck sighed and watched as John Casey descended the stairs with a smirk on his face. "Walker Jr." He nodded in greeting. Daytona snorted.

"You can call me by my first name, you know?" She said and watched as the former Colonel shrugged his shoulders.

"Where would be the fun in mocking you if I couldn't call you that, though?" Casey said and watched as the woman frowned and started to glare before huffing out a breath and folding her arms across her chest. Casey turned to Chuck. "Any missions?" He asked, causing the woman's ears to perk up.

"Well, we do have a couple. One I think..."

"Great, i've got this one, Bartowski." Casey said, a glorified and relieved smile appeared on his face. He was starting to get the itch back on his trigger finger.

"I've got this one, Bazooka Joe. " Daytona quipped, with a smirk. Chuck and Casey looked at her, both with eyebrows raised. She shrugged. "What? I haven't been on a mission in like two weeks. Give me this one, will you?" She asked and watched as Chuck began to mouth his concerns. "Me so sad?" She tried, turning her best puppy dog eyes on her brother-in-law causing him to clam up. He watched her expression a moment before sighing.

"It's yours, Tonie." Chuck declared, causing the younger Walker to smile in triumph and the older man to glare.

"You're giving the mission to her? Oh come on, look at her." He growled, waving a hand at her, causing Daytona to frown. "Malibu barbie looks like she's been hit by a truck and hasn't slept for days." He said and although John Casey is usually a very smart man, he realized his mistake the moment the words left his mouth. He winced slightly as the once cobalt blue eyes, turned into a black stormy blue.

"First of all, Colonel, " She started, smirking at the use of his former title, "I was one of the NSA's finest. Any mission that needed to be done, got done, in record time, no matter what condition I may have been in physically." She growled, glaring at the man who turned to look at her. "Also, correct me if i'm wrong, Casey, but don't I have a better shooting average then you?" She questioned with a smirk. Casey grunted and sat back in a chair, a permanent scowl etched on his face. "That's what I thought." She finished with a smirk.

"The mission is yours, Tonie, but Casey, Sarah, and I will be there for back-up." Chuck said and Daytona lost her grin and rolled her eyes. "I know you want to do it by yourself, but this one is dangerous and unfortunately for you, Casey, " Chuck said, pausing to give him a pointed look, "this is a female assignment." He finished, causing Casey to grunt and roll his eyes.

"You're pretty, John. Just not that pretty." Daytona joked, stifling a laugh. Casey glared at her and let out another grunt of disatisfaction.

"I'm not the only one." He mumbled, barely containing a smirk as the younger Walker turned and glared. Chuck sighed. The two of them butt heads more then himself and Casey ever had. Mind you, it was only some fun ribbing between the two agents, but it still drove him mad.

"Are you sure...you know, you'll...be...okay?" Chuck said, stumbling over his words. He didn't want to anger the blond, nor remind her of what had happened almost two weeks ago. Daytona looked at Chuck and shrugged.

"Ya. I'm fine. Right as rain." She answered and as Casey was about to make another snide remark, the door to Castle opened again and in walked the older Walker. She peered down and let a small smirk grace her features upon seeing her little sister sitting in one of the chairs...outside of the house. All three occupants turned to look at the woman entering the building. One smiled, one rolled their eyes, and the last one glared. "Oh hi, dear sister. Thank you for telling me that the apartment was getting renovated, " She said, air quoting the last word, "today."

"No problem, Day." Sarah answered with a bright smile of her own. She made her way over to Chuck and bent down to kiss him softly. Upon hearing two grunts of disapproval, she broke the kiss and smiled at him, sitting down. "So, what's the new mission you were telling me about?"

"My mission." Daytona said with a proud smile. Sarah raised an eyebrow and turned to glance at Chuck who shrugged his shoulders. "I'm ready to get back in the field." She expressed, looking her sister dead in the eye. Sarah looked at her a moment and sighed. At least her sister didn't want to stay curled up in her bedroom. Alone.

"Ok, well what's the mission?"

"It's a seduction mission." Chuck said, reading the file. Sarah's eyes turned to Daytona's who looked unsurprised. "The man that we are going after stole an ancient scroll from our client and we need to get it back and the only way to find out where the scroll is, is to get up to his room and take a look around. Meaning, he needs to be distracted and you, "He stopped, pointing a finger at Daytona, "need to be on your guard with him, meanwhile trying to look around for the scroll. " Chuck said, pausing to type a few things on the computer. "He's going to be at a party in Pasadena this weekend, a charity gala."

"What's my mark's name?" Daytona inquired before looking up to the screen for a picture. Chuck clicked a few buttons and a picture popped up on the screen causing Daytona to freeze, her eyes widening.

"Wesley Scott."

Dun, dun, dun! What's gonna go down? Hmmmmm...only time will tell :D Oh...by the way, there is this button that you should push...and write a comment...ya, I think you call it a review button...I think. :D Until next time folks :D