I hate to leave the story unfinished and this story in particular was nagging at me to continue it. This chapter is just minirix being extremely silly. So please excuse the ridiculousness of the plot ;) And the mistakes.

Dedicated to my dear friend nikt. Stay healthy, my friend :)

Disclaimer: It's sad but Chuck is not mine. Although Zach Levi is available right? Right?

There was nothing to indicate that the day would be anything but ordinary. Like every other day, the sun rose as Carina watched it peek slowly over the horizon. The waves gently rolled and caressed the stretch of sand and the scent of morning dew hung thick in the air. It was what a normal day would feel like, Carina thought, except for one glaring difference – she wasn't looking particularly normal. Nor was she feeling at her best – the huge boulder resting in her head refusing to go away. And she thought that this was only the stuff of science fiction movies. So much for 'wish upon a shooting star'.

Long after she had accepted that their situation was irreversible, at least for the foreseeable future, Carina Miller took to scrutinizing every aspect of this body that she now inhabited.

She raised her hands in front of her. Or are they his hands, she wondered to herself. This is so weird. Deciding that since her soul or whatever it was called, was residing in his body, so technically, it was her body now. And in order to avoid confusion, she concluded that she was going to call it her own for the time being. Despite that, she couldn't help wondering if the 'powers that be' decided to forego sanity, checking their brains at the door every Halloween. Cursing under her breath, she figured that she could try and make the best out of the warped situation as she possibly could.

From her peripheral view, she could see Chuck hunched over, lightly sniffling.

Carina groaned as she gave him her full attention. "Are you still crying? My body is going to be all shriveled up with all the tears you're draining."

His head jerked towards her, pouting at Carina as he mumbled something incoherently before burying his face in his knees once again.

"For the love of God, Chuck, would you stop the waterworks already? You're making my face look ugly. I don't do ugly, Bartowski," Carina snapped at him.

"We switched, Carina," Chuck looked at her, his tone clearly distressed. "Our bodies switched. How can you talk about being pretty at a time like this?" Carina winced as she watched Chuck dab at his tears using the sleeve of her favourite t-shirt. She would have hit him on the upside of the head if it weren't hers to begin with.

"My life is ruined," his whining continued.

Tempering her exasperation, she inhaled deeply. "My head hurts, Chuck and you're making it worse. At least you got my supermodel body. I got this," she said gesturing to every part of her. "Not even a six pack."

"I have breasts."

"Yeah?" Carina scoffed. "Big deal. I have man breasts," she said as Chuck glared at her darkly. "If looks could kill," she rolled her eyes. "Look, obviously this is a Halloween thing and I bet the effect would wear off soon. Anyway you clearly wished for it. Be thankful that you finally got it."

"So it's my fault now?"

"Was it me who wished upon that damn shooting star? One second I was admiring it and the next- Bam! Sex change."

"For the last time, I didn't see it when I said what I said. And I certainly didn't wish for this. And who'd have thought that it would come true anyway." And he looked at Carina in despair. "What are we gonna do?"

"Chuck," Carina sighed, "it'll wear off."

"We don't know that. What if it's permanent?"

"You did mention that it was to be for a day, didn't you? So let us just wait and see."

Chuck looked clearly stumped for an instant as he shook his head, trying to figure her out. "How do you do that?" Chuck asked. "Time after time." He pushed the bangs away from his eyes impatiently. "You don't even look worried."

With a shrug of her shoulders, Carina merely said, "Shit happens, Chuck. That's life."

"But this is different!"

Not looking the least bit bothered, Carina got up and stared down at Chuck, "We'll try to get through the day, alright. If we're not back in our own bodies by tomorrow, then we'll start panicking. Happy?"

"Wait. Where are you going?" Chuck called after her, scrambling to get up. "Damnit," he muttered as he half wobbled and half walked. "Carina! I can't walk in these heels. And oh my God," Chuck's eyes grew wide with terror. "Are you sashaying? Don't you dare, Carina Miller. I don't do cat walk. People are going to judge that body. Carina!"

They sneaked through the gates as inconspicuously as they possibly could. Well, at least Chuck did while Carina sauntered coolly, walking past the fountain and stood impatiently in front of Chuck's door, fishing inside her pockets.

"What are you looking for?" Chuck asked distractedly, his eyes darting nervously around him.

"Keys," she replied with irritation.

"Front pocket."

"It's not here."

"Oh, come on," he said, not wanting to wait around a second longer as he grabbed Carina's hand and lead her towards the Morgan door.

Once in, Carina headed straight in the direction of the bathroom; which of course, caused Chuck to panic.

"Whoa! Where the heck are you going?" Chuck rushed after her, standing in the doorway, arms outstretched. "What are you going to do?" He looked up at her in alarm.

Crossing her arms, she eyed him with a faint air of amusement. "I'm going to have my breakfast in the bathroom. Why else would anyone go in there?"

"Har, har, har. Don't think I don't know your trademark sarcasm when I hear one."

"Now that you know, move it, Bartowski," Carina started to push past him only to have him stubbornly refusing to budge from his spot.

"No."

"No? Would you rather join me in there? We can scrub each other's back and gossip as we sit in the tub." Rubbing her hands with a smirk, she said, "We can have a bubble bath and play with your rubber duckies."

"You're such a pervert," a look of disgust crossed his face.

Stepping into his personal space, Carina now towered over him, making him feel intimidated. It was strange; being cowed by his own face that looked so familiar and yet so alien at the same time. Chuck could've sworn that he'd never looked like that when he smirk. On second thought, when did he ever?

Her eyebrow arched ever so slightly as she leaned down really close that their breath mingled, which lead him to shrink back in response. "You mean the thought of," she tilted her head, her lips curling slyly, "taking a peek at that body of mine never crossed your mind? To know," her voice lowered to a whisper, reaching out with her finger as it traced his jawline, his neck and down to his collarbone, "how that body feels like?"

The skin where her finger had lingered seemed to burn, leaving him short of breath as his eyelids unwittingly grew heavier. In his distraction however, he didn't realized that Carina had cunningly pulled away, entered the bathroom, pushed the door close, and left him staggering in the hallway. Standing outside the bathroom, he wondered how she managed to pull a fast one over him. Time and time again.

Gaining his bearing eventually, Chuck banged on the door. "Carina, you better close your eyes in there." He heard her snickering and a moment later, the sound of the shower being turned on. Sweating now, all he heard was a wolf whistle. "Don't go touching where you shouldn't." Knocking weakly, "Carina?"

Chuck must have unexpectedly dozed off longer than he thought while sitting and fretting beside the door. Because when he awoke, the sun was already high up in the sky, and Carina was gone. All that was left was a pile of clothing on the foot of his bed.

Searching frantically from room to room, he felt anxiety mounting inexplicably. He paled as his mind wandered to places unimaginable. As he continued to agonize, a startling detail occurred to him. Damnit, damnit, damnit, he thought. The intersect. He had to find her fast.

The bell to the Double O rang lightly behind her. Sarah Walker exhaled as she stopped tapping on her cellphone. Putting her phone away, she put on her cheerful face before turning around to greet the customer. Her smile immediately gave way to stunned and then awed silence.

Cute was a word she'd always used to describe Chuck Bartowski. And a charming nerd with a simple fashion sense. But not this.

"Chuck?" Sarah started, staring at his perfectly coiffed hair. Decked in all black, with the razor sharp crease on his pants and the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, Sarah thought that Chuck looked… sexy.

But it wasn't just his outward appearance. In Sarah's eyes, the man was oozing confidence. He seemed to stand taller; his posture straighter and there was an unmistakable glint of playfulness in his eyes. And if it was even possible at all, Chuck was exuding an air of cockiness.

"I did a bit of shopping," Sarah heard him say. "Like what you see?"

"What brings you here?"

"You."

"Okay…" her eyes narrowed. "Why, did you flash?"

Sarah watched as her question brought a slight frown to his expression. "What kind of flash?" he asked.

Taking a step back as he moved closer, Sarah regarded the man with growing confusion. "What do you mean? You know what I'm talking about."

"Flash… "he edged forward, pinning her body between the counter and his own, "don't flash, what does it matter, right?"

"Chuck," Sarah heard her own voice wavered, "there are cameras here." It was all the protest she could muster before she saw his lips closing in on hers. So… very… close…

"Stop that!"

Sarah's head jerked toward the door with a startled expression. "Carina?"

"I've been looking all over for you."

The blonde saw her best friend make an ungainly entrance, stumbling over the threshold and rushed to Sarah's side, pulling her away from the nerd.

"Trust me, you do not want to be doing that," the red head panted and wheezed.

"Two more seconds and I'd have realised the dreams of all the fanboys the world over," Sarah heard Chuck muttered under his breath. And as he looked at her, she saw him giving her a cheeky wink. Wait… a wink? Chuck? Winking? What the hell is going on?

They were speaking in hushed tones as they stepped away from her. Sarah could only hear snippets of their conversation – something about credit card, fashion, and twelve dollars per hour - and the more she stared at them, the more she was beset with bewilderment. Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Sarah pushed them apart, stood in the middle and demanded, "Explain."

They continued to nudge at each other – Carina was doing the nudging while Chuck stood there looking bored.

"Okay," her best friend was the first to speak up. "But not here."

Carina walked across the room, and like she had done on so many occasions, made herself comfortable on Sarah's bed. As she stretched her long limbs on the entire length of the mattress, she could feel their eyes on her – one pair disapproving and the other burning with questions.

Explaining didn't interest her. She figured, if Chuck wanted to try and enlightened Sarah about their crazy situation, well, by all means. It was hard enough to come to terms with her current condition without having to deal with someone who wasn't in their shoes. Literally speaking.

"This is a joke right?" Sarah asked no one in particular, her palm pressing against her forehead. She walked to the glass window as if in a daze and sat at the table. No sooner did she sit, she got up and paced the room, running her fingers through her hair.

Chuck shot a hapless look at Carina who simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Sarah," Chuck took a few steps towards her but stopped in his tracks when she held up a staying palm.

"How?" Sarah asked. "I mean… it's… I just don't… I can't," she then let out a long drawn breath, her eyes raised to the ceilings. "This is crazy," she muttered.

"Not as crazy as having something between your legs," Carina mumbled, her eyes closed.

"Don't start with me, Carina," Sarah flared.

With an amused smile playing on her lips, Carina drawled, "Well, look who's smartening up now?"

"How did this happen?"

"Ask your boyfriend over there. You know," she pointed at Chuck, "the one in that hot body." And when Sarah shot Carina a murderous glare, "I swear, sweetheart, that's your man in there, all…" Carina sighed in derision, "frumpy. Seriously, Bartowski? You're letting that feet of mine… wear sneakers? And your life is ruined?" she added, the back of her hand resting on her forehead.

"What?" he looked sheepishly from Carina to Sarah. "Those things are a killer."

"And you just murdered my reputation," Carina rolled her eyes.

"And you're so not helping the situation," Chuck seethed.

"Alright, enough," Sarah cried. "Let's just think up of ways to get you back to your own bodies. Because seriously, Chuck, I'm sorry but, looking at you creeps me out."

"Hey!" Carina protested. "Don't you mock that body of mine. It has feelings."

"It?" Sarah asked.

"Don't argue semantics with me, Walker. Besides, constantly referring to it as 'that hot thing' is a mouthful. Now," Carina pulled the comforter up to her chest, shifted on her side, and tucked her palm underneath her cheek as she closed her eyes, "stop talking. My head hurts. And my body hurts. I need some sleep."

Sarah was about to protest when Chuck hurriedly held her back and whispered in her ear. With an alarmed expression, she darted a quick look at Carina, and then back at Chuck. He shrugged while shaking his head, understanding the question in her eyes. Walking to her desk, she motioned for him to keep his silence as she wrote on a piece of paper and passed it to Chuck. Once he finished reading it, he looked at her, and nodded. Passing him her car keys, she said, "Chuck, how about getting us something to eat. We can't think on empty stomachs."

"Get me some aspirin too, Chuckie," Carina mumbled, her back still towards them. "And something sweet. Preferably with cocoa in it."

Looking equal parts exasperated and bemused, he strode to the door, and with a nod to Sarah, he left her apartment.

Once they were alone, Carina lay on her back and stared at Sarah. "So, why all the secrecy?" Registering the slight look of surprise on her friend's face, "I'm a spy, remember?"

Walking to the bed, Sarah said, "Scoot over."

"Getting frisky are we?" Carina said. "Can't wait to share a bed with me?"

"Just. Move."

"Sheesh," Carina said, making room for Sarah. "When did you start being such a snappy bore?" she asked as Sarah climbed on the bed and lay down next to Carina.

"Since the day you ran off to Paris with Chuck without telling me. Since the day you made your move on him on Eiffel tower. Since you came back from Paris and made Chuck ignore me for two whole weeks." And Sarah stared pointedly at Carina, "And ever since Chuck replace me as your new best friend. And what the hell is a snappy bore? Did you just make that up?"

"He told you what happened in Paris, huh?" Carina grinned.

"And which part would that be? The part where you tried to stick your tongue down his throat or-"

"Or the part where we actually slept naked on the same bed?"

"What!" Sarah's eyes bulged.

Unable to contain her laughter, Carina winced slightly as her hand brushed against her abdomen.

"Oh my God, Walker. That was exactly how he looked like when I suggested it. You guys are really made for one another."

"You are such an as-"

"Astounding comedian." Carina smiled as Sarah rolled her eyes. "Come on, Walker. Have I ever taken something that belongs to you?"

"You said, and I quote, 'I love taking what Sarah wants'."

"But have I ever?" Carina asked, her tone less teasing now.

A beat.

"No," Sarah sighed. "You haven't."

"There you go." Carina then smirked. "But if you ever dump him, I'm waiting in the wings."

"He's not even your type."

"I don't know," Carina propped herself up on one elbow; her cheek resting against her fist. "He's quite interesting once you get to know him."

"He is, isn't he?" Sarah gazed up at Carina.

For a moment too long.

"I make this face more irresistible, haven't I? Give me a kiss," Carina shot a seductive gaze.

"Oh gross, Carina." Sarah reddened slightly as she hit Carina on her arm.

Laughing again, Carina said, "What? You just went all mooney eyed on me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were about two seconds away from jumping me – body-switch notwithstanding," she said.

Sarah could only reply by throwing a pillow at a gleeful Carina; who didn't even try to evade it. As Carina pushed the pillow aside, she glanced at the door and remarked, "You told him not to come back isn't it?"

This time, Sarah hardly looked surprised. Getting up from the bed, she padded across the room, poured a glass of water, and passed a bottle of aspirin and the glass to Carina.

"How bad is it?" Sarah asked.

"Like a rock sitting on my brain," Carina muttered as she gulped down the water. "I'm trying to ignore it." After she set down the glass, she looked at Sarah, "I don't know why you're trying to keep me from going out but I'm not even going to ask. Something tells me that it has do with this thing inside Chuck's head," Carina paused, gauging Sarah's reaction. Confirming her suspicions, she shrugged, "Thought so."

Stretching out on the bed again, Carina closed her eyes. "Wake me up at midnight, Blondie. Who knows – the switcheroo might just happen then."

Sarah just gazed down at her friend without answering; seeing the rise and fall of her chest. She let out an audible sigh, and it was minutes later before Sarah sidled next to her friend; resting her head on the same pillow.

It has already grown dark outside when Carina awoke to the scent of pizza and hot cocoa. Her stomach growled. "I need food," she said, sitting up on the bed. Looking down at her body, she shook her head in slight dismay. "And I need my body back."

"It's still not midnight yet," Sarah said, bringing a plate of vegetarian pizza and a mug of hot cocoa, and set them down on the nightstand.

As Carina peered inside the mug, she made a face. "Missing an ingredient."

Sarah smiled. "Marshmallows?" Reaching for a slice of pizza, she exclaimed, "Well some things never change."

Sticking her tongue out at Sarah, Carina then took a sip from the mug. "He stopped by, huh?"

Sarah nodded. "Dropped this off," she gestured to the pizza, "but he said that he had to leave to search for some… sand dollar?" Looking perplexed, Sarah asked, "What's that?"

Chewing thoughtfully, Carina said, "Why didn't I think of that? Maybe that's it," she stood up suddenly, grabbed her cellphone and hurried towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Sarah asked.

"To the beach. Maybe we need to replicate yesterday's event. Might just work," Carina said."

"Wait. Just hold on a minute." Rummaging in her purse, Sarah took out a small blue box, tied with a silver ribbon, and walked over to Carina. As she handed it to her friend, Carina lifted an eyebrow.

"What?" Sarah crossed her arms. "Did you think I'd forgotten all about it?"

A soft smile tugged at Carina's lips as she fiddled with the ribbon. "Tack kompis."

"Nie ma za co," Sarah whispered, hugging Carina. And when she released Carina, she warned, "You only get to open it when you're back in your own body."

"My gift, my rule," Carina grinned and with that, she stepped out of Sarah's apartment without saying goodbye, leaving the blonde muttering under her breath as she closed the door behind her.

"So let's do it exactly like we did yesterday, alright," Carina said, standing at the water's edge. "And this time, say it like you mean it."

Standing a few metres away from her, a sand dollar in his hand, and looking a tad indignant, Chuck protested, "Do I look like I wanna be stuck in this body forever?"

"Stranger things have happened, Chuck."

"Well I don't want to be in this body a second longer. I don't like getting hit on by men." He looked away in disgust momentarily, and after a while, shook his head. "How do women like you cope with it?"

"Women like me?"

"Yeah," he replied offhandedly. "Beautiful women like you and Sarah. Tough life."

"Not so easy being you either," she said.

Chuck blinked and stared at Carina. Cautiously, he asked, "What do you mean?"

That cryptic smile, Chuck thought. He wondered if she knew about the intersect.

"Let's get on with it, alright," Carina waved a dismissive hand. "And this time, wish harder, honey."

"Fine," Chuck huffed. "The moment you see that shooting star-" He didn't get to finish his words because Carina was already pointing excitedly up at the sky, shouting, "Now!"

"I wish…"

The book lay open on her lap. Her mind was too preoccupied ever since Carina left her apartment. Sarah lost count of the number of times she'd checked her phone for any messages from either Chuck or Carina. Picking it up again, she sighed. There weren't any missed calls or messages.

As she held up the book again, Sarah heard the knocks on the door. She sprang from the bed, rushed to the door, throwing it wide open.

She hesitated, staring at the man before her. "Did it work?"

He stared down at his feet in gloomy silence and Sarah's heart sank. But then Chuck suddenly started to laugh, wrapping his arms around Sarah's waist, twirling her around.

"Chuck?"

He graced her with his infectious Bartowski smile and it was all the answer Sarah needed. "And Carina?"

"She left," Chuck said, pushing the door close. "Oh and she told me to pass you a message: You will never be replace." When Sarah chuckled, he asked, "What did she mean?"

She cupped his face and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Best friend speak, Chuck. It's nothing." Leaning in for a second, she smiled in amusement, "You might want to change your shirt. You smell like a girl."

"What?"

"I'll go get a t-shirt for you."

Taking out a folded t-shirt from her wardrobe, she was jolted by his sudden screams. Expecting the worst, she ran to him, panicking. "What? What? What happened?"

Standing with his shirt open, he pointed in horror at his body. "What is this? What the hell is this? I'm gonna kill her."

Biting her lower lip, Sarah's hand flew to cover her mouth, stifling her laughter. Just then, her cellphone vibrated. Pulling it out from her pocket amidst Chuck's ranting, she read the message from Carina.

-Like the tattoo? I wanna go for red but I figured blonde is more his type ;)

Her gaze travelling back to the work of art, she marveled at the tiny but extremely detailed figure of the buxom blonde just above his left hipbone. The blonde was holding a knife. And that did it.

Sarah Walker finally burst out laughing. Unpredictable or not, no one would argue that Carina Miller has a wicked albeit twisted sense of humour.

She could almost hear her cackling somewhere out there. Wherever that somewhere might be.

And so it ends. Another arc finally completed. Phew. ;D Thanks for reading.