So here's the next chapter for Chuck Versus the Unrequited Love! I hope you like it! More Lasey fluff and little Charah flirts, especially what with the Bartowski Eyebrow Dance. hahahaha.
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Chapter Four: Tonight's Plans
After both couples finished their make-out sessions, Casey assisted Lara back down to the Briefing Room. Now her hair was neatly down and in slight waves after Casey removed the hair tie previously.
"Hey Chuck," she greeted, her arm thrown over Casey's shoulder as he kept her from stumbling and falling by keeping his hand on her waist.
"Lara!" the Intersect exclaimed, running over and tackle-hugging her, "Oh my God, you're alright! I thought you had died!"
She whimpered softly in pain as his hug affected her injured arm. But she was trying to hold back a loud groan.
"Bartowski, you're hurting her," Casey growled into the nerd's ear.
He let go immediately. "I am so sorry," he apologized quickly, "I was just so worried about you. Before I thought you were dead and then you were injured and then-"
Sarah dragged him back by the arm, causing him to stop his rambling. "I'm sorry, but Chuck's just kinda in shock right now. He's been freaking out like hell the past 10 minutes," she explained.
"Five actually, if you don't count the other five minutes of making out," Chuck admitted unintentionally. Then he looked up and saw Casey and Lara grinning. "D-Did I just say that out loud?" he asked rhetorically.
"Yes you did, Bartowski," Casey confirmed, "Yes you did."
Sarah rolled her eyes and scoffed. She knew the major enjoyed teasing them constantly about their fake relationship.
"W-Well... why did it take you two so long to get here?!" Chuck defended, "I bet you two were making out too!"
Lara scoffed. "Of course. What else could we have been doing in there?" she retorted, making both Sarah and Chuck grin at them.
"Lara..." Casey began in a growl, "You weren't supposed to tell him that!"
She rolled her eyes and looked at him. "Why would they care? They already know that I love you and you love me. We're cool, there are no secrets about that!" She defended, "Chuck, do you mind not being so defensive about you and Sarah's 'fake' relationship? We're all on the same team here, you know."
"Yeah, well, it's not my fault Casey teases us all the time," he replied.
Lara looked over at her boyfriend. "Casey..." she began in a warning tone, "is that true?"
He grinned sheepishly. "Oh hell yes," he said, "I love teasing them and watching Bartowski blush. But do you know what I love even more?"
She smiled, knowing that he was baiting her, but she was more than willing to play into his game. She leaned closer toward him. "What?" she asked.
Casey pressed his lips tightly against hers, kissing her deeply. When he pulled away, he gazed deep into her golden eyes. "You," he replied.
"Oh that was just plain cheesy," Chuck sighed, crossing his arms, "And I thought you were supposed to be professional too. The scary and 'supposedly' professional NSA agent John Casey."
"Um, Chuck?" Sarah said somewhat awkwardly, "Casey being cheesy is rather professional, even though it may not seem to be his style."
"Whose side are you on?!" he exclaimed, feeling a little ganged-up on.
Casey felt his CIA girlfriend began to collapse against him and he held her up. He saw her eyes flutter as she fought to stay conscious. "Lara? Lara!" he exclaimed, shaking her gently, "Stay awake with me, okay?"
Her hand flew to her forehead as she pressed lightly on her temples. "C-Can we head to the apartment now? I-I feel kinda weak," she told him quietly.
The NSA agent turned to Chuck and Sarah. "I'm going to take Agent Clark back to the apartment. She needs to rest before she passes out on the floor. Walker, you're taking charge of Bartowski for the rest of the day. I'll stay with Lara and make sure she heals well," he instructed, "Don't leave him outta your sight. Ring me if you there's trouble." Then he lifted her into his arms and held her close as she began to fall asleep.
"Yeah, Casey, I can handle it," Sarah assured.
"Good. Take good care of him or else we're both off the job," he stated before leaving the Castle. Then he took her to the car and buckled her in before climbing into the driver's seat.
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When they arrived back at the set of apartments, Casey carried her to his front door, glancing around warily to ensure that no one saw them. Then he opened the door and carried her in. Her suitcases were already inside, and Casey seemed unsurprised by this. He carried her to the bedroom in which he had set up for her the day before, and laid her onto the bed.
A tired yet comfortable sigh escaped her lips, and she half-opened her eyes. "Casey? You mind staying with me?" she requested, her voice quiet, "I don't really want to sleep alone, nor wake up alone."
Casey smiled and climbed on top of her, kissing her. Then he flipped her over so that her head was lying on his chest. He kept one arm on the back of her waist, while the other was on her head. He reached down and pulled the blankets over the both of them. Her hand rested gently on his chest and the other on the bed.
"Lara?" the major said quietly, taking his hand off her head and putting it behind his as he looked up at the ceiling, "You asleep yet?"
"I was just getting there before you spoke. What? Is something bothering you?" she replied, not bothering to look at him.
"Nah. Well... Command told me that you'd only be on the assignment of protecting the asset temporarily, unless you wanted the permanent position," he began, "So... does it mean you might leave again?"
She raised her head and looked at him. "Unless I'm called off for an important mission, I'll stay as long as you want me to. Either that or if the asset wants me to stay. Things will work smoother that way."
"Fine, fine," he gave in, a little too easily, grinning, "Then I'll make Bartowski want you on the mission. I know I would want you. I definitely want you to stay with me."
"I know you do," she retorted, "But we need to keep our relationship strictly professional. We've got to protect Chuck."
"Why does it always lead to that damn Bartowski?" he growled, "Why can't it just be about us? Aren't we important too?"
She chuckled, "Because he's the reason why we're back together again. I wouldn't be here in Burbank if it wasn't for him. So stop sounding jealous. But if you really want to talk about us, I love you."
He looked away. "Oh no, that's not going to work on me anymore," he said, still a bit grumpy.
She smiled and pulled herself closer up to him, her face hovering over his now. Her eyes met his and he saw the deep truth in them.
"Okay, fine. I concede defeat," he admitted gruffly.
She smiled. "I know," she whispered. Then she proceeded to kiss him, in which he pulled her closer and they made out for a moment before she collapsed against him, already asleep.
"Wow," Casey noted quietly, "Just how much sleeping draft did she give you?" He decided not to move her in case she woke up, and eventually fell asleep to their hearts' beat in synchronization.
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"Chuck, you're not freaking out anymore, right?" Sarah asked the now-quiet Intersect.
He exhaled deeply. "No, Sarah, I'm not. I'm fine now," he replied, "I am, however, still a little shaken by what's happened already."
"Chuck aren't you always nervous?" she inquired.
He blinked and said. "Not always," he said, "Only when you're about to risk your life for me." Then suddenly, his phone rang. When he looked, he saw Morgan's face on the screen. "Morgan? What do you want?" he asked, putting it on speakerphone.
"Dude!" his best friend exclaimed, "Guess what?! You've been declared the host of a talent competition later on tonight!"
"What?!" Chuck exclaimed, "You're not serious! How did I even become the host? I didn't sign up for anything."
"Oh, well Big Mike got this request thing it said to send you in. The only condition is that you won't be getting your paycheque next month. Anyway, guess what else?! You're presenting the winner of the contest ten thousand dollars!" he added, "It's at the opera house. It starts at 7 and ends at 11, but you need to be there by 6:30 for all your prep. Plus, you're getting paid 500 bucks for it too! Good luck and have fun! Jeff, Lester and I will be there to cheer you on." Then he hung up.
The Intersect looked at the clock. "It's only two. I have lots of time to prepare I guess," he muttered to himself.
"Hmm.. seems kinda suspicious," Sarah thought out loud, "Casey, Lara and I will come with you and make sure everything runs smoothly and according to plan."
"Do you think Lara will be okay by tonight though?" Chuck inquired.
"She should be okay. I didn't give her a lot of the sleeping draft in case something should happen. Plus, if she sleeps too long, Casey would be worried," she replied, "Not to mention freak out and probably call the General to send one of the doctors."
"So I have the rest of the day off, and Casey told us not to get into any trouble and to stick together. What do you want to do?" he inquired, "Maybe go on a date?" He was doing his infamous 'Bartowski Eyebrow Dance' now.
She laughed. "Sorry Chuck, maybe tomorrow or something. I really don't have anything specific in mind. For now, let's just stay in the Castle and try and dig up some information about this 'Talent Contest'," she answered.
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Three hours later, Chuck and Sarah called Casey's phone to alert him of the new miniature assignment.
Lara's eyes fluttered open as she heard a few beeps of a phone. She found herself resting against Casey's side, his arm draped over her. She felt a whole lot better than she had three hours ago. She stretched out her arms and winced slightly as she felt a small spark of pain in her left arm. She looked at her 'boyfriend' and smiled. He was also stirring awake from the beeping of the phone. He reached over the bedside and picked up his phone, answering it and putting it on loudspeaker.
"Walker? What is it?" he breathed a bit tiredly.
"Did you just wake up from a nap, Casey?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, he was just accompanying me," Lara answered, "I was just really tired, an obvious effect of the sleeping draft. Anyway, what's up? A problem with Chuck?"
"Not exactly," she replied, "Chuck's going to be a host for this sudden Talent Competition held at the Opera House. The organizer is James Wilson, the just-so-happen-to-still-be-alive-Jason-Wilson's older brother. The competition starts at 7 and ends at 11. There are 12 contestants and 4 rounds. The winner will be announced by the host, which is Chuck. Chuck has to be there by at least 6:30 though."
Casey sat up in surprise. "How do you know Jason's alive?" he demanded.
"When the NSA and CIA agents arrived at the scene, they found three of the Fulcrum Agent's bodies missing out of the six. One of them was Jason's. Apparently Fulcrum sent a cleanup crew to the restaurant to clean up their tracks. They left the dead. They left shortly before our own agents arrived," the CIA agent replied, "I have a bad feeling that Jason might have been conscious after the gun fight was done."
"No way! I shot him at point blank!" Casey exclaimed.
Lara gasped, "But that means he knows that Chuck is the Intersect! Not to mention that he knows I'm alive. We can't let Chuck go, its suicide."
"But it's the only way that we can capture them," Chuck argued, "Hopefully they haven't reported back to their boss that I'm the one they're looking for."
"They haven't," Lara said positively, "Knowing Jason, he would definitely not report that he lost to the same CIA agent twice. He made that promise to me the last time I defeated him. Luckily for me, his older brother is more merciful and fair. He'll give us more of a chance." Then she smiled at Casey before looking back at the phone. "I take it we're all going undercover," she said.
"I'll probably be a bodyguard or something," Casey growled, rolling his eyes.
"I'll try and be a part of the stage crew or something, as long as I have backstage access," Sarah added.
"And I'll be one of the contestants," Lara announced, "I can keep an eye on the other contestants to make sure that they might not be potential targets of Fulcrum, not to mention keep an eye out for them if they actually are Fulcrum agents.."
"Wait, what are you going to do though?" Chuck asked, "I'm not saying that you don't have talent or anything, I'm just curious."
"I am going to sing," she replied, "And don't worry about me. I know that James won't allow Jason to kill me. Two reasons: One; it would blow Fulcrum's cover and they cannot have any hope of obtaining Chuck. And two; James kinda likes me. As in, like, like me."
"Ooh... Casey, you must be jealous," Chuck teased.
"If I was there Bartowski, you'd be dead," the NSA agent threatened.
"Can you sing very well? We need you in the top three finals," Sarah inquired Lara curiously.
Casey's eyes widened. "Sing? Yeah, no problem. She has one killer voice," he added, "I'm sure that with her looks and her voice, she'll make it in the top three for sure."
"Thanks, Casey," she replied, "That's sweet of you." Then she pulled out her flip phone and dialled the number of the Opera House, as she read from the phone book. "Hello, my name is Lara Clark and I would like to take part of the Talent Competition held tonight at 7 by James Wilson. Who is this?" For a moment she paused and said, "Oh! It's so good to hear from you again. Really? You can do that? Awesome, thank you!" Then she hung up and looked at Casey. "Great news! An old friend of mine, Jacob, was the one who picked up the phone, and he said he can guarantee my position as one of the 12 contestants! So we're definitely in."
"Good, we'll all meet here at the base by 6:15 before proceeding to the Opera House," Sarah instructed, "Until then, I guess its best we all get ready. Lara, I hope you got four songs in mind that will 'wow' the judges. Casey will give you feedback and assist you."
"And I got the perfect outfits too!" Lara exclaimed, "Okay, we'll see you two later."
Both sides hung up their phones.
Lara sighed, "Great, so we're going to a Talent Competition brought to us by Fulcrum agents. And there's a huge chance that this is a trap for Chuck that we're just walking into. Is there something I see wrong here?"
"Nothing wrong, and what are you sighing for?" Casey asked, a smug grin on his face, "This is gonna be fun."
Hahaha, I'm sure it is, Casey, I'm sure it is. lol.
Well... I hope you've liked this chapter of the story. More coming... eventually. :D
BARTOWSKI EYEBROW DANCE ATTACK! lol, Sarah resisted though... darn.... hmmm...
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