A/N: Well, he's back. Been busy with other stories…writing long hand is such a joy, and for some reason, this little tidbit distracted me…pounded it out(man, that doesn't sound right) just for the people who were kind enough to review the first little bit…Chas, spell check?…yeah and the next thing your know, I'm using grammar check and then plot check…where would it end? Well written stories?…pfffffttt!…not on my watch…I'm a hack, and proud of it…for the most part…some of my rambles scare me when I go back and re-read them but that's part of the fun…and fun is why I listened to APR and posted that first chapter…and as long as I keep having fun…and the reviews keep coming…well, you get the idea.

Some have questioned the title…ok, I have to be honest…this is actually the second title…I decided not to use the original…Chuck Vs. Prince Boo Boo…there was just way too much baggage attached to that title…ok, not really…that just sounded too silly. If you have a title suggestion, include it with a review… see, self-serving, thy name if jaytoyz.

Once again, Jim, thanks for the nudge. JT

Bryce Larkin - Douche Bag At Large - Chapter 2

Agent Sarah Walker stood frozen to the spot. She felt confused and she was determined to figure out why. She knew she was in some sort of shock…she just couldn't decide which of the dozens of emotions she seemed to be feeling was causing the shock. 'Ok, maybe not dozens' she rationalized and then decided to make a quick list of what could be causing this…whatever 'this' was.

The top of the list had to be the unbelievably deep, dreamy brown eyes that were currently staring back into her own…and there was another problem…since when did she ever think of some mark's eyes as 'dreamy'?…even if they were.

'Snap out of it, Walker! Get back on mission! Get back in charge!' she told herself and shocked herself by admitting that she'd never been actually been in charge. Sure, when she had walked through the front doors of the Buymore store, she'd been ready to take control, ready to wrap the mark around her finger and squeeze until she'd gotten all of the information that she needed. She'd approached the seated 'nerd' and before she could say anything, she'd looked into his eyes and something had happened that had never happened before…she'd hesitated.

She'd been prepared. She'd read everything that any agency had ever gathered about Charles Irving Bartowski…her latest mark. All of the reports agreed that he was a brilliant but, for the last five years, unmotivated young man. Bryce Larkin had royally screwed him over at Stanford, finishing the screwing by, literally, screwing his fiancé. Before that incident, he'd been uncomfortable with the opposite sex, obviously unsure of himself. After his fiance had crushed him by falling victim to Bryce Larkin's charm, he'd spent the last five years avoiding any relationships, never dating the same woman more than once…and the number of dates was less than a dozen. She remembered wondering why there were some many reports about him and she knew that if she hadn't been so intent on finding Bryce, she would've dug deeper to see why he'd been so 'popular' with both the CIA and the NSA.

The one thing that the reports failed to explain was why Jill Roberts would ever turn her back on Chuc…Charles Bartowski. She'd already found herself lost in the 'quicksand' of those dreamy brown…'SNAP OUT OF IT!' she yelled at herself, wondering how she'd drifted back to the whole 'dreamy brown eyes' thing. In everything that she'd read, there'd been no mention of Chuc…Charles…Charles Irving Bartowski being a mesmerist… so how had he been able to hypnotize Agent Sarah Walker, one of the CIA's best, so quickly and completely? It just didn't make any sense to her.

'How?' she asked herself and then found herself answering, 'Well…mesmerists use their eyes to work their 'magic' and Chuck has those big, beautiful, dreamy brown eyes that just suck you in…SNAP OUT OF IT, WALKER!' she yelled at herself…again.

"Agent Walker" a voice called to her from what seemed like far away. She wondered who would dare interrupt her while she was trying to figure out so many things…like how Chuc…Charles…the mark knew to address her as Agent Walker.

"Sarah Walker?" the voice called to her again, making her wonder where the sexy sound was coming from.

"Jessie Franco?" the voice called to her again and suddenly alarm bells began ringing, snapping her, quite suddenly, back to reality. The two words worked like a slap to the face and Agent Sarah Walker was suddenly back. Giving her head a quick shake and blinking her eyes, she realized that the 'voice' belonged to her latest mark…Charles Irving Bartowski.

"What?" Agent Walker asked, suddenly back in control. "What did you just call me?"

"I'm sorry, Agent Walker" Chuck said, "you just seemed a little…confused?…so I thought maybe you'd respond to your last cover ID since you didn't seem to be responding to 'Walker'…and you did."

Sarah twisted her head from side to side, checking to make sure that no one was nearby who might have heard the 'mark' use a name that he shouldn't know. 'What the hell is going on?' she asked herself before she looked back at the man standing in front of her. "Where did you hear that name and why would you refer to me as…"

"A dead woman? Well, as I said, I was simply trying to get your attention and I hoped that would do just that…and it appears to have done just that. Now, how may I help you, Agent Sarah Walker?"

Sarah gave another quick look around before turning back. "First, please quit calling me 'Agent' Walker. Second, could we go somewhere and …talk?"

Chuck closed his eyes briefly, seemingly considering her request. "You know…you're not really following the manual. Shouldn't you have asked my help?…maybe had me fix your 'broken' phone or something? You know…flirted with me and hinted at the possibility of me getting lucky…maybe telling me that you just moved to town and you'd love it if I would show you around?…after all, according to the manual, if you don't at least offer the possibility of sex, how will you ever 'control' me?"

"I…uh…I wouldn't offer…uh…" Sarah stammered to a halt as she watched her mark close his eyes again briefly and then begin to blush.

"Well, Miss Walker…it seems that your instructors gave you very high marks for your , what's the term used, uh…'honeytrapping' abilities" Chuck said, the blush from moments earlier getting darker.

"How…" Sarah spoke softly while she once again checked around for anyone listening in, "…could you possibly know anything about…"

"Your marks from the academy…which are quite impressive, by the way…except for that whole 'inducement' thing…that's just sorta …icky. Well, that knowledge is all courtesy of my pal, Agent Bryce Larkin…who is the reason you're here, isn't he?"

"Why would he tell you about…me?" Sarah asked, confusion beginning to creep back in.

"He didn't 'tell' me about anything…he gave me…"

"The Intersect" Sarah finished in a hushed voice. "Oh god…it's real…and you uploaded it?…and it didn't kill you…"

"Nope…lucky me." Chuck replied, his tone of voice conveying a feeling of anything but luck. "So, what now, Agent Walker?"

Sarah Walker found herself stunned into silence…again. While she stood at the counter, trying to figure out her next move, an older gentleman accompanied by a young girl who looked like she might be his daughter, approached the other end of the counter and Chuck excused himself and walked away. As she watched, Chuck's friend and co-worker, Morgan Grimes, joined the conversation and minutes later took off towards the rear section of the store, followed by the man and his daughter. Sarah took note that the young girl was wearing a ballet outfit and she looked a little depressed.

Chuck had returned to his position in front of her with w small smile on his face. "I'm sorry, Miss Walker…I'll have to leave you for a few minutes…I have to try and help that poor father save some memories. If you don't waiting, we can resume our 'talk' after I'm finished…sound ok?"

Not knowing what to say, Sarah simply nodded her head and then watched as Charles Bartowski walked away. After thinking about it, she let her curiosity lead her and she followed Chuck, at a small distance and then watched as he , with the help of his friend, made it possible for the father to film his daughter's ballet routine. She had smiled when she overheard Chuck re-assuring the young girl that 'real ballerinas' were tall. She wanted to stay and talk more with Chuck but she just wasn't sure what to say. After all, he was a mark…an incredibly valuable piece of intelligence but, still a mark. She'd left her card on the counter near where she'd been standing and quickly exited the store, promising herself that if Chuck didn't call before she went to sleep, she'd be back tomorrow…and she wouldn't let those brown eyes through her off her game…again.

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Chuck had helped the hapless father and afterwards had returned to the Nerd Herd desk only to find that Agent Sarah Walker had disappeared, leaving behind her card. He'd been tempted to call her right away but had stopped with his hand already half way into his pocket to retrieve his cel-phone. He started going back over all of the information that the Intersect had given him and he made a mental list of everything that was wrapped up in that unbelievably beautiful package.

She knew hundreds of ways to kill and she'd killed a lot of people. Sure, the majority of them had been bad people but a few had been people she'd just used and then 'burned' once they'd outlived their usefulness. She'd also used her body in ways that had left him sickened and, if he was honest with himself, sad as well. He grasped the idea that it was her job but it still didn't feel right to him. She could also fly or drive just about any vehicle in the world which he found sorta cool.

Sarah Walker wasn't even her real name, just the one that she used the most. He promised himself that he'd ask her, the next time he saw her, which name she preferred. He thought again about calling her but decided that he needed to talk to Ellie first before he said anything else to Agent Sarah Walker…and that should be a real fun conversation he told himself, already beginning to dread dinner that night. Looking up he saw Morgan making his way towards him, a look of wonder on his face.

"Chuck…who was the hottie? Did I see her leave you one of her cards? Have you called her yet? Want me to call for you? What's her name? Has she got a friend? Dude, you gotta hook me up if she does? Well, Chuck, call her and find out. You want me to call her for you?…"

"Morgan…calm down…please. I promise to tell you all about her…tomorrow."

"Ok, dude…just remember…if she has a hot friend, you have to hook me up…"

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Chuck Bartowski glanced at his watch…again. It was getting close to noon and he had promised himself that he'd check out the deli that had been staring at him from across the parking lot for the last three years. He'd heard great things about the quality of the food and he was actually feeling a little adventurous so he'd decided that today was the day that Lou's would have it's way with him. Getting to his feet, he turned around and made sure that everything was put into it's normal place before he'd tale his lunch break. Once he'd finished his check list, he turned back around, ready to head out for lunch and froze. Agent Sarah Walker was standing in front of him and she wasn't smiling. She held out her hand towards him, a cel-phone resting in her palm.

"Excuse me, sir. I was hoping you might have time to take a look at my phone" Sarah said, her hand still hold out towards Chuck.

"Is there something wrong?…what exactly is your phone doing…or not doing…if I may ask" Chuck asked with a slight smile.

"Well, I think it may be broken because it doesn't seem to be able to receive calls…"

"Oh really?" he asked, remembering his conversation with her just yesterday.

"Yeah…you see, I just moved here and I left you my number but I haven't gotten a call from you so…"

Chuck heard the sound of Morgan's snort behind him. "Oh really? Wow, and here I was just getting ready to call you and ask you to lunch" Chuck replied, the smile on his face getting a bit larger.

"Really?…you were going to call me and ask me to lunch?" Sarah responded with a bit of confusion in her voice.

"No…not really" Chuck answered truthfully and was a little surprised by the sudden and honest look of disappointment that appeared on Sarah's face. "I was going to call and inform you that Ellie has requested your company at dinner tonight…but since you showed up, I guess I could take you to lunch and ask you there…if you haven't already eaten lunch, that is" he noted the return of the small smile and had to admit to himself that is she was acting, she was very good.

"That actually sounds great…you taking me to lunch so you can invite me to dinner. When did you want to do this? And where?"

"Well, uh, right now…and I thought we'd go there…" he replied as he pointed out the front window towards the far side of the parking lot. "…our first destination on the 'Chuck Bartowski Nickel Tour of Burbank' he finished as he held his palm out.

Catching on, Sarah dug into her purse and pulled out a nickel and put it into Chuck's out held palm. "There you go, sir. When does the tour start?"

"Well, since you've paid the admission price…" he said as he pretended to inspect the coin before slipping it into his pocket, "…I guess we can get started right now." Stepping around from behind the counter, he paused and waited until Sarah had walked to his side at which point he headed towards the front door leaving a disbelieving Morgan Grimes string after the pair as they exited the building.

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Agent Sarah Walker stood just inside the courtyard of the apartment complex where Charles Irving Bartowski lived with his sister, Eleanor Faye Bartowski and her boyfriend, Devon Woodcombe. The fountain was quietly gurgling away and paused to watch it before resuming her footsteps towards the apartment she'd been 'invited' for dinner. Chuck had explained to her, while they'd enjoyed their lunch, that his sister wanted to meet her and the invitation wasn't really optional…not if she wanted to spend anytime with him. And, if Sarah was honest with herself, she actually did want to spend time with Chuck…and not just because her bosses wanted her to. Since the first day she'd walked into the Buymore and looked into his eyes, Sarah had found herself thinking about him more than she cared to admit. Reaching the apartment door Sarah was about to knock when the door swung open and she found herself staring into the not very happy looking eyes of Chuck's sister.

"So…you're the spy trash who's come looking for that crap that Bryce gave to my little brother? How very nice to meet you, Agent Walker" the woman said, making it very clear that she found it anything but 'nice' to meet her. "Come on in…I guess we can talk while we have some dinner…and then you'll tell us if you're going to kill my little brother after you've used him up…so, that sounds like a great evening…come in, come in…"

A/N 2: Any ideas for an actual title are welcome…as are reviews. JT