Chapter 5

A/N To all of you who called Sarah sweet and devious/evil at the same time – damn right. She's a woman after all. At MC darklydreaming – that's classified. I don't own Chuck.

Sarah was showing Chuck just how thorough she could be when they heard a resounding 'nooo' through the speakers in Castle. She pulled back from Chuck's lips with a smile. "This I've gotta see."

"What?" Chuck blinked. "Now?" He pulled her closer and kissed the spot in her neck that drove her crazy. Sarah moaned and moved away from him with great effort.

"Sorry, sweetie, but I've worked too hard to miss it." She looked apologetic.

"Okay, fine," Chuck conceded. "I'll join you in a few minutes."

Sarah raised a questioning eyebrow. His flushed face told her the predicament he found himself in. Leaning closer, she captured his earlobe between her lips before whispering "We can't do any more anyway. Casey discovered our stash. I think he's getting it on with Greta."

"Sarah, gross. I didn't need to know that."

"Did it work?"

"What?" Chuck asked confused. Then realization dawned. "That was very, very cruel, but yes, it did." He tucked his shirt back into his pants as Sarah opened the door. Scanning the hallway quickly, she led them out of the supply closet.

"I'll make it up to you," she promised as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before they rounded the corner to the conference room. What Chuck saw next made him want to cover his eyes and scream in horror. John Casey was watching the monitors. And he was smiling. Teeth and everything.

"Wow," Sarah deadpanned as she joined Casey, "I've never seen a grown man cry like that." And she has stabbed a few in the you know what.

Chuck hightailed it out of Castle. He was cautious of grumpy Casey, no telling what happy Casey might do. "Hi buddy." He looked down at Morgan, who was sitting on the floor, his arms clamped around the vending machine. "What's wrong?" Chuck was surprised that he managed to sound concerned. If this didn't teach Morgan a lesson, nothing would.

"There's no soda, Chuck," Morgan sniffed, "no grape for the man who needs the grape."

"Did you try the LargeMart?"

Morgan nodded. "Lou's Deli too. They're all out."

"Did you try anywhere outside this mall?" It would have been a silly question if it was directed at anyone beside Morgan. This was confirmed when Morgan shook his head. "Well, there you go," Chuck said as he turned to walk away.

"Hey Chuck, can I borrow your NerdHerder?"

"Sorry, Morgan, only nerds are allowed to drive them. Company policy."

"Will you drive me?"

"Sorry buddy," Chuck called over his shoulder. "Not in the mood to do you any favors yet. Peddle safe." Chuck almost felt guilty for sending Morgan on a wild grape soda chase. Almost.

Chuck hesitated before sticking his key into the door.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked as her hand automatically tightened around the weapon in the small of her back.

"Sarah, I've known Morgan for twenty-two years now and I've never been around him when he hasn't had at least three grape sodas in him for the day. What if he turns into a man-eating zombie or something?"

"Chuck," Sarah said patiently, "there's no such thing as zombies. You watch way too many sci-fi movies."

"Hey," Chuck protested, "if you told me a few years ago you can upload a human being with a computer, I would have told you the same thing."

"That's different, it's technology. Zombies are not." Sarah threw her hands in the air. "I can't believe I'm explaining this to a nerd."

"Well, for all we know Morgan might have some genetic defect or something. I mean, all those hair, it's just unnatural." Chuck was not about to concede and Sarah really wanted a hot bath and a Bartowski foot massage. Or maybe a foot massage in the bathtub.

"Fine. You go in first." She took a small step back.

"M...me? Why me first?"

"Because I'm the girl and you're the guy, you need to protect me," Sarah explained. If Chuck can be ridiculous, so can she.

"I think I'll rather just stay in the car."

"Some knight you turned out to be," Sarah mumbled as she walked past him and opened the door. She stopped in the doorway. "Uh…Chuck?"

"What is it?" he asked nervously as he peered over her shoulder. "Oh God, he's dead." Just then Morgan stirred and opened one eye. He didn't bother to move his head or arm that was lying half off the couch.

"Sooo thirsty," he moaned.

"Can I get you some water, Morgan?" Sarah asked sweetly as she put her bag down on the coffee table, forcing down the sigh of relief that he was still alive.

"Do you have any grape soda on you?" Morgan asked hopefully.

"Couldn't find any?" Chuck wondered if they had something resembling the Oscars for agents, because Sarah was a sure shoe in.

"Nada." Morgan threw his arm over his eyes. "It's the end of the world as we know it."

If there's one thing Sarah Walker hates, it's déjà vu. Especially bad déjà vu. It took them forever to convince Morgan last night that the world wasn't going to end and to get him to bed. She ended up with a quick shower, no foot rub and a boyfriend so tired, he fell onto the bed and didn't move until this morning. Now she's standing in the doorway again, staring at the bearded gnome passed out on the couch. Chuck came out of the kitchen, a pint of mint ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"Hi honey," he walked across to her and gave her a minty kiss before feeding her a spoonful.

She gestured towards Morgan and swallowed. "Are we doing this again?"

"Oh that," Chuck answered around a mouth of ice cream, "I tranqed him."

Sarah raised a shocked eyebrow. "You tranqed Morgan?"

"Yup, it took three darts."

"What did he do?"

"He switched."

"Switched what?" Sarah's senses told her this was bad. Very bad.

Chuck groaned. "From grape soda to Red Bull."

"Oh crap."

A few minutes earlier…

"Hey Chuck hey Chuck hey Chuck hey Chuck."

"I heard you the first time, Morgan," Chuck finished drying his hair and swung the towel over his shoulder. "Morgan! Get down from there!"

"Yeah yeah yeah, in a minute." Morgan bit his tongue as he concentrated on keeping both the bicycle wheels balanced on the back of the couch. "Now…for…the…magic…" he said dramatically as he stuck both his arms and legs out.

"Morgan! No!" Chuck's warning was too late. Morgan crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and spokes.

"I'm okay," he choked out, "spleen…broke…my fall." Chuck sprang forward just in time to prevent the lamp from crashing down on him. "You know, Chuck," he breathed heavily, "I think those guys…in the circus…cheat. They probably use…Velcro or something…to stick the wheels...to the rope."

"I'm sure they do, buddy." Chuck freed Morgan from his bike and helped him up. "Why don't you sit down for a minute? What am I saying? Nine Red Bulls, you're never sitting again."

"You mean never as in never ever ever," Morgan's eyes were wide. "But how am I going to play Halo?"

"You should have thought about that before. See, this is what I was talking about yesterday. You should think about the consequences before you act."

"Or," Morgan scratched his beard, "damn dandruff. Where was I? Oh yeah, you should really learn to think outside the box, Chuck. As long as you concentrate on the adverse effects tropical climates will have on mayo…no, wait, we weren't discussing sandwiches. What was outside the box again?"

"You wanted to play Halo, Morgan, without sitting down."

"Oh yeah yeah yeah. Wait here." Morgan rushed down the hall.

"Morgan, where are you going?" Chuck tried to follow, forgetting the bike he was holding. It was his spleen's turn to break a fall.

"Don't worry, Chuck, you have the bike. Don't hurt yourself!"

"Too late," he moaned as he got up. He pushed the bicycle outside and locked the front door, pocketing the key just in case.

Morgan walked into the living room with a triumphant smile on his face. "See? You just hook these together and pull it over your shoulders like this…" He demonstrated while Chuck just stood there in shock. "Then you can secure the laptop in here. Where's the laptop? Chuck? Chuck, can you hear me?"

"Morgan, are those…?"

"Duh, Chuck, of all people, you should know what these are."

"Morgan, hand them over."

"No. I'm going to play Halo." Morgan folded his arms and tried to look intimidating. Chuck mimicked his stand.

"Give them to me now."

"Make me," Morgan challenged.

Chuck's eyes caught his watch. Sarah was going to be home any moment and she would kill both of them if she walked in and found them like this. Chuck reached for his ankle holster.

"This is for your own good," he aimed the gun at Morgan.

"Shoot me, I dare you." Morgan narrowed his eyes. The first dart caught him in the chest. "You shot me!"

"Are you losing consciousness?"

"Nine Red Bulls, Chuck. You're gonna have to do better than that." Chuck shot him in the chest again.

Morgan looked down at the two red objects. "Ha! Red Bull two, tranq darts zero." The third dart hit him in the neck and he finally fell back over the couch. Chuck had just unhooked the 'laptop harness' when he heard the key in the front door. He ran to the kitchen, disposed of the evidence and grabbed some ice cream from the fridge. He schooled his features before returning to the living room to greet his girlfriend.

"How long do you think he's going to be out for?" Sarah asked from the closet as she changed into a pair of jeans and tank top.

"Hard to tell," Chuck tried to sneak a peek in the mirror. "Why? Did you have something in mind?" He gave her the Bartowski eyebrow dance when she emerged. She smacked his arm playfully.

"Is that all you can think about?" His stomach chose that moment to grumble.

"That and food apparently." He pulled Sarah onto his lap and gave her a quick kiss.

"Why don't you put Morgan to bed and I'll get dinner started?"

"I'd much rather put you to bed and get Morgan to start dinner."

"Then you shouldn't have tranqed him. You still didn't tell me what he did." Sarah eyed Chuck suspiciously. She always knew when he was hiding something.

"You know, stuff," Chuck waved dismissively as they got up. Sarah wasn't convinced, but she'll make him talk. Later.

"I swear it's like having a giant two year old," Chuck complained when he joined Sarah in the kitchen.

"Chuck," she turned around slowly, swinging something from her finger. "Why were my bras in the oven?"

A/N Yip, this is it for now. We are not done. Sorry for taking so long to update, hope the longer chapter made up for the wait.