Well, it's probably time for me to state the obvious – what I own starts with Carina's multiple personality disorder and ends with one Cornelia Stanford, another quite beautiful and fundamentally crazy chick.

One of the TV Show producers announced that Carina will be back in seasons 3 which comes to show once more what an opportunity Carina's initial character is. Hopefully, theirs won't be as insane as this one.

Chapter IV

Trouble in Pink, Again

Carina threw a quick glance at Chuck, he was coming back to his senses now, shaking his head. Good.

There was no point to confront the pink princess about the color of the car. It wouldn't change the fact.

But Cornelia was standing there, in front of her, smiling, so Carina had to socialize for 10 or 15 minutes before they parted. So she asked anyway:

'Cornelia, dear, the car is perfect, well maybe next to perfect, but … why didn't you tell me about the color, we talked about a dark blue one, remember?' Carina tried to sound as friendly as possible under the circumstances.

'Oh, I'm so sorry, it is indeed dark blue, the blue paint is the original, under this. So, technically, it's still blue as well.' Cornelia said and after some pondering went on:

'I'm so sorry, we had three potential buyers and all backed off once they saw our paint job. I still can't understand why they wouldn't like this … work of art.' She turned and laid her eyes again on the Vic.

'Isn't it perfect, Miss Carina?' Cornelia looked at her with a longing expression. She was obviously dying for Carina's appreciation.

'Absolutely, Cornelia, absolutely perfect.' Carina simply didn't know what else to say.

'Hi, Mr. …" Cornelia was now kneeling next to Chuck who was still trying to focus on what was going on.

He looked at her. Young, probably 22, blond, very beautiful, made him feel uncomfortable.

'Carmichael. Charles Carmichael,' he said, smiling at her.

'Mr. Carmichael, did you like it?' a very anxious Cornelia asked, her brows had risen.

Chuck, who had always been a truly good person, couldn't even think for a minute that he would break her heart now, so he said, 'I love it, Miss …errr'

'Stanford, Cornelia Stanford, but you can call me Cora. I'm so glad you liked it. Congratulations.'

"Let's celebrate guys.' Cora announced. 'I'm buying. Let me take you to my favorite place. You'll see how nice and smooth this car is."

And before Carina of Chuck could say anything, she strode back toward the, no doubt, most beautiful car in the world.

"Well, at least we'll see at least if it is OK, engine, ride, etc. Let's give it a shot.' Chuck said raising his shoulders.

Carina shook her head. She was still fuming. Well, they hadn't eaten and Casey wouldn't wake for another 90 minutes, so why not.

'Mr. Carmichael, since your girlfriend bought this jewel for you,' Cora looked at Carina, 'I guess you'll be driving.' Cora smiled and offered him the keys. "Enjoy your new car.'

Yeah, even the keys and the remote were decorated accordingly, pink and fluffy.

'Casey's gonna kill me twice, not just once for this,' Chuck sighed and got into it.

She took them to a very nice Italian restaurant. They were sitting there on a table for three, eating and laughing.

Chuck and Carina were watching with tremendous curiosity and playing along with this crazy replica of Reese Witherspoon. Since Chuck had plenty experience in fake relationships, it was a child's play now to pretend to be Carina's boyfriend.

And then yet another trouble hit team Bartowski.

Chuck was smiling and talking something about his interest in science fiction, with both girls watching at him. Somebody at the opposite end of the room had stood up so Chuck could see him now.

Bright light, nausea, Chuck's eyes were rolling back and forth. He started talking like a robot:

"Dimitri Medved, suspected KGB runner of a sleeper cell along the West coast. Location unknown since 1985. Priorities of the cell, unknown. Urgent."

The person Chuck was looking at was quite different from the picture from the file he flashed on but there was another computer program in his head, blinking and comparing the basic features, giving a 97% 'positive'.

Both Carina and the crazy blonde had seen everything as they were watching Chuck at the time.

Carina, with all the adrenaline rush, in her head was at the top of her game now.

She whispered to Cornelia.

'Don't move, play along.' She had pulled out an FBI ID and was holding it close to her chest, so Cornelia could see it but the people behind her couldn't. She put it back in her pocket.

'This is a national security situation,' she said to Cora, 'if you do anything rush or don't cooperate, you'll spend the rest of your life in jail. Understand?'

Cora was shaking but managed to nod.

'Try to calm down, smile and order a dessert, OK? Order a dessert. You and Chuck, just chat and smile at each other.'

'I repeat, play along Cora, or you'll spend the rest of your life in jail!' Carina was staring at her eyes, as if trying to hypnotize her.

Cornelia and Chuck were trying their best. Under the circumstances.

Meanwhile, Carina had pulled out a small mirror and a lipstick from her purse and was checking her face. She was using the mirror to see the target behind her. 'Chuck, who is Dimitri?' she whispered.

She could see four people, three men and a woman standing now and preparing to leave. The mirror had a mini camera on its frame and was recording them.

'Black suit, red tie, on the left,' Chuck whispered back.

'OK, stay here and eat your desert, I'll be back.'

'Chuck, stay with Reese Witherspoon! 'Carina whispered viciously and got up.

"That's a new one' Chuck nodded approvingly.

He turned to Cornelia to explain. 'They always tell me to stay in the car, so I appreciate the change. It's kinda ... cool.' He said, not convinced whether it was the right person to tell these things. He just needed to share. It was so important to him.

The pink diva wasn't listening. She was staring at Chuck with eyes wide open and filled with fear. She was thinking only of the FBI badge she'd just seen and Carina's words, '... you'll spend the rest of your life in jail...'

Carina had noticed that the woman had headed to the rest room, the men were obviously waiting for her now. She decided to bet on her since the body language between her and Dimitri indicated intimacy.

Carina strolled toward the rest room, slowly, looking in her purse as if checking whether she had there what she'd need to fix her make-up.

She had to decide whether the woman was a trained spy too, and what kind of device was best to attach to her. She entered the rest room about 20 seconds after her target.

Yeah, she was standing there in front of the mirror, fixing her face.

Carina pretended to be looking for something in her purse, then she dropped her lipstick right before passing behind the woman. She leaned down to pick it up but first stuck something to the woman's skirt, from the inside.

She picked the lipstick and stood up next to her, smiled and said: 'Excellent brand, I use it all the time. My boyfriend loves it.'

The woman was middle age, good looking, elegant. Didn't look like Russian. But neither did Dimitri now.

She smiled at Carina, said something concurring and continued fixing her face.

Carina took her time doing the same. When the target finally left, she entered one of the stalls and pulled out her mobile. Yeah, the device was moving out of the restaurant now. Good. She started typing a message with the speed of light on the keyboard and pressed 'sent'.

Good, it was up to the local FBI team now not to screw up this and finally have the elusive Russian in their net.

Then, she went out, checked herself in the mirror and went back to Chuck and the girl.

They were trying their best. Chuck, already living a double life for about 2 years, was doing OK. Cora, probably because she was in the business of trying to be somebody else, apparently had some acting skills. She had recovered somewhat and was now smiling and talking to Chuck about their current fan club problems. She was stressed but trying to hide it.

'Well, guys, if you are finished with the desert, let's go,' Carina said. She looked at her mobile. The target was moving with a normal speed, so most probably they hadn't found out. There was already a text message also from the local FBI team confirming that they received her urgent one.

Back in the legally blond Vic, both Chuck and the girl were watching at Carina, expecting to hear her next ideas.

She had none at the moment. Instead, she started talking to Cornelia.

'Well, on behave of the US government, thank you for your cooperation Cornelia. You did very well.' Carina started.

Chuck was behind the wheel, Cornelia in the front seat, Carina behind them.

She was still talking to the blonde something about secrets that needed to be kept when Chuck saw Carina's left hand popping up in front of Cornelia's face. She had the knock-out spray. Pssst.

He didn't even try to protest it now. There was no point.

'What will happen to her now" he asked.

"I don't know. Our bosses will have to decide.' Carina sighed. 'She'll have to sign non-disclosure statements and stuff, government lawyers will have to talk to her, instruct her about the consequences, whatnot."

'She saw you exactly at the wrong moment, Chuck, just when you flash all this info and that's very, very bad. And do you realize how important this is? We are talking about sleeper cell, undetected, with no idea what they are up to. What a jackpot!'

'Can you promise that nothing bad will happen to her, Carina?' Chuck asked.

"I can't promise you anything, Chuck. I'm not the one who makes the rules."

'Sure, sure. You just love breaking them when you feel like.' he slipped up.

But she had heard him.

He knew he had done a mistake. She didn't deserve this now.

But Carina wasn't angry at him. After all it was true. However, she decided to use this opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"Well, at least they won't shoot her in the head.' She said to him, trying to sound as innocent as she could. 'After all the US government is not in love with you."

'Like one particular CIA agent.' she thought but didn't say loud. It was obvious enough anyway.

Chuck looked crushed.

That was cruel and she knew it, but Chuck had chosen to upload the intersect himself this second time. He needed to be reminded on a regular basis how it was in the real world.

"Listen, mister,' she started her lecture, 'what Sarah did to Mauser was the right thing under the circumstances. I raised it here not as criticism for her, but to make a point about you having your kindergarten morality. The real spy world is like the jungle, tomorrow you may face up a wounded tiger there, do you really think you, with your childish naivety and virgin morality, will survive there?'

'Why did you upload the intersect?' she went on, feeling her blood boiling up, 'Why did you decide to enter this world, huh? There are about 75 thousand kindergartens in this country. Maybe you should have applied for a job there, instead?'

Carina was getting angrier and angrier so she decided to get out of the car before losing control and saying something she shouldn't have.

'I need some fresh air,' she said and rushed out of the car.' 'Stay here with the pink enigma!'

Standing outside how, she turned and looked at the car with Chuck and Cornelia inside. In a way, Chuck was as naive as Cornelia, the would-be Elle Woods, from these entertaining but ridiculously unrealistic movies.

She focused on the car. How ridiculous was that? She tried to imagine John Casey using it as it was. Parking, the pink beauty, setting off on missions, launching a stinger missile from her against some bad guys' helicopter.

Kneeling next to her with a bucket and a cloth, caressing her curves.

She started laughing at the thought.

She was splitting her sides with laughter there, with Chuck watching her and wondering why she would be laughing at him now.

She waived at him to come out and join her. He got off and strode toward her.

'Hey, what's so funny now?' he said still frowning.

'Look at the car, the hearts, the flowers, the pink. Close you eyes and try imagine Casey going on mission in it, shooting bad guys, tucking then into the trunk of this beauty. Or grunting and moaning while washing it in the morning.'

Chuck could see her point now. Yeah. He closed his eye and tried to imagine it. He started laughing. It was surreal, absurd, but very, very funny image.

After a few minutes they both came back to normal.

Carina was still watching at the car. But it was the girl now.

'Chuck,' she said. 'Do you see that girl? That's what you were before uploading the intersect. Naive and innocent. A virgin.'

'Ahh, I object. This is a bit overboard,' he had raised his finger in disapproval.

But Carina ignored that and went on.

'You rather need a girl like this blondie than Sarah. Maybe you should decide. Maybe you should find your father again, figure out a way to get the intersect out of your head and get this girl. She kinda likes you. Or, if you really want your new spy life you have to be ready for a different reality, different morality...

'That sounds to me like a false ..' he interrupted.

'No, I don't think it is a false choice, Chuck. At least my own life experience tells me otherwise. But if you insist, OK, time will tell."

At that she headed to the car.

'Let's go. It's my turn to drive.' she said. 'I think I deserved it. After all, in about 30 minutes this princess will be Casey's property.'

Where're we headed? Chuck asked.

'Our hotel, where else.' Carina replied. 'We'll take the blondie there. It's more comfortable than the Castle after all.'

40 minutes later Carina parked at the hotel and called some of the NSA people to come and help them with the girl.

It was already dark and they were able to get her into the hotel through one of the service entrances without anybody noticing.

The NSA agents carried Cornelia into the suite and laid her down on the double bed in the bedroom.

Carina decided to check whether any of the government databases, both intel and law enforcement had anything on her.

She turned on her laptop and a minute later started typing.

Several minutes later, here eyes went wide open.

'Ohh, crap!', she shook her head.

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