A/N: Sorry about the really long update. I have to write a speech and an essay and as much fun as this is, they do take priority. Thanks for the reviews, keep 'em coming. By the way, Chuck is not mine.

The party was going well. Chuck, Sarah, Ellie, Devon, and Morgan were the only people invited. And it had taken a lot of persuasion for Ellie to allow Morgan but she finally caved in so that Casey wouldn't feel like a fifth wheel at his own party. Casey seemed like he was enjoying it despite his threats, although Chuck wouldn't mention it, he was in enough trouble as it was.

After much talking the dishes were placed on the counter and the group moved to the sitting area.

"Alright, time for gifts." Ellie said, eyes gleaming. Devon went to the closet and returned with a small box covered in colorful wrapping paper. Casey unwrapped it hesitantly not wanting to be in debt to anyone, it made him vulnerable. He lifted the lid on the box and grinned evilly while pulling out a beautiful carved bone handled knife. "Chuck told us you liked to hunt. I hope you enjoy it."

"I will, I mean, thank you." He smiled trying not to sound too creepy.

"Oh, I've got something." Morgan mumbled, trying to swallow a mouthful of food. He digged around in his bag and pulled out a CD with a big bow stuck to it. "It was on sale." That's a clue to the extent of Morgan's social skills.

"The Ramones. Thanks." Casey gave a half smile to appear friendly.

"Ah here's my gift." Sarah handed him a $25 gift card to Orange Orange. Saving your life every once in a while probably counts as a pretty good present too.

"I'll be right back." Chuck left the apartment and went to his neighbors who had kept the present for him so Casey wouldn't see it.

*****

Chuck walked back into the living room holding a leash. At least that was all Casey could see from where he was sitting. Immediately the room was filled with sounds of surprise and adoration from the women and when Chuck rounded the corner of the couch he could see why. On the end of the leash was a big bloodhound with a bright red bow on the collar. It put its paws on Casey's lap and proceeded to lick his face. And for the first time ever, Chuck saw what he would've never imagined possible: a genuine ear to ear smile on Casey's face. He petted the dog vigorously and even cooed at it in puppy dog talk.

"Hey big guy, what's your name? What's your name?"

"Boomer." Chuck interrupted. "His name's Boomer."

*****TBC*****