Thanks for the reviews so far. I hope this story is to your liking. I have some fun laid out to help you learn how crazy the night was.
I do not own Chuck.
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The team, minus Bryce, takes the Mercedes back to the hotel. Not only is it starting to get late, but maybe the hotel employees might know something. They park at the valet and Chuck steps out as the valet employee runs up to take the keys. "Hey," Chuck smiles charmingly at the young man who cannot be older than eighteen, "you wouldn't happen to know who was working this morning from five to six, would you?"
"Um…" the valet fidgets nervously as everyone evacuates the car. "I'm not really allowed to tell you."
"Is there someone I can talk to that would tell me?" Chuck asks sincerely. He can understand this kid's hesitation and wouldn't want to risk getting the poor kid fired.
"My boss," he points to the older man at the valet booth in a white dress shirt and a red vest over it.
"Thank you," Chuck hands the kid a ten dollar bill as Chuck takes his ticket.
"Thank you so much," the kid beams as he steps in the car and drives off.
They start to walk up to the 'boss' at the valet booth before Sarah stops them by placing her hand on Chuck's chest. "What?" Chuck looks at her with confusion.
"I think you should let me handle this one," she smiles confidently.
"Why?" Chuck furrows his brow for a brief second before realizing what her intentions are. "No," he shakes his head defiantly. "Sarah, you are not seducing him. We're married!"
"Chuck," she pouts with the most adorable puppy dog look, "You know that I love you more than anything in this world but we don't have time for you to bribe him hundreds of dollars."
Chuck knows her reasoning is shoddy at best, but he cannot fight that face. He also does feel slightly bad for Sarah. It is like a guilty pleasure to be able to use her spy skills once more. "I love you too Sarah," Chuck smiles brightly. "Seduce his brains out." Chuck happily says because he knows that Sarah loves him and he can easily trust her completely now. She also knows the limitations he could watch and she would never let it go farther than a peek down her cleavage as she innocently needs to bend over for something pointless. He just loves the dazzling bright smile that making her day brings, which then in fact, makes Chuck's day so he is smiling just as brilliantly.
"Thank you," Sarah glows with happiness that Chuck would be sweet enough to let her do this. He used to always mope and hate when she had to do seduction missions and she felt the same way since meeting him, but now he that he is secure with her loving him, he is alright with it finally. "I love you so much right now and want to kiss your fucking brains out but that would kind of ruin the whole seducing him if he were to see us… and then it would be pretty hard to do it… not that I can't do it… but I'd rather not."
Chuck grins wider than he knew that he can. "My Sarah is actually rambling. I guess I've rubbed off on you." He fights every urge to pull her into a loving hug and lay a juicy sloppy kiss on her forehead for good luck.
"Shut up," she punches him in the arm playfully as she cannot stifle the grin forming on her lips. "Love ya," she leaves her entourage behind, unbuttons the top buttons of her blouse and saunters up to the valet man at the booth. He has a nametag that reads: Jason.
The man instantly stares at her chest through her conservative blouse and up to her face with a dazzling smile. "How may I help you ma'am?" He asks flirtatiously as a grin grows on his face thinking, Man, I love Vegas.
"Well," Sarah flashes a seductive grin as she plays with her hair like a ditzy blonde, "I'm kind of looking for my friend."
"This friend wouldn't be a boyfriend, would he?" The man tries to ask unfazed but a slight bitterness seeps in his tone.
Sarah's eyes nearly widen as she remembers the wedding ring on her finger. It feels so customary and 'just right' that it should be on her finger as if it is now an extremity of her body that she forgot to remove it before walking up to Jason. "No, silly," she laughs loudly and bows forward as she puts her hands behind her back and she quickly slides the ring off her left hand and pockets it. There goes the flash of cleavage, Sarah thinks despairingly. She feels an unnerving shiver around her finger as the ring is removed. "He's my brother," she lightly claps him in the shoulder. "I'm single, silly."
"How may I help you then, miss?" His grin and expression become completely open and friendly at hearing the good news about her being single.
"Well," she reads his name on the nametag, "Jason, I came home last night pretty late, you know, Vegas," she gives him a knowing grin and he returns it with a nod. He's trying to imagine the sick things that she did and hopefully he can do with her if he plays this right. "And I would really like to know who was valeting at five to six this morning."
"I don't know if I can give out that information," Jason frowns slightly. He wants to help out this 'damsel in distress' but he doesn't know if it is worth risking his job.
"Please," she pouts adorably, "I can really use your help."
"I really want to," Jason winces with hesitance as he feels the 'male complex' need to help her; especially when she is the hottest girl he has ever seen in his life and he sees hot girls every day in Vegas.
She deepens her adorable pout as she protrudes her lower lip even farther, "I really, really need your help to find him." She bounces on the balls of her feet as she mindlessly plays with his nametag while expertly keeping her look of hopefulness.
As Chuck watches from the distance, he feels slightly jealous. He quickly scolds himself for thinking that. She is his wife. He has no reason to be jealous as the roles would be reversed if Jason knew she was married to Chuck. Chuck doesn't know what it is, but seeing her playing with the nametag is just so god damn sexy and his jealousy raises again as he starts to clench his fists; his knuckles whitening.
Jason watches as her thumb brushes over the text on his nametag and he completely loses it. He cannot keep his composure anymore. "His name's Enrico," he finally relents with a strangled smile. "He'll start his shift at two tonight, but I never told you this."
"Thank you so much," Sarah continues to bounce as she flashes a dazzling smile that causes Jason to freeze in shock at how gorgeous she looks. She happily skips away, leaving Jason frozen in place.
Sarah skips up to Chuck with a giant smile on her face as she gives him a big loving kiss on the lips; making it extra sloppy for fun. She slips in a little tongue and a quick grab of his ass before pulling back. "I still got it," she smiles brightly.
"Obviously you still got it. You're the most beautiful girl in the world," Chuck grins as he holds Sarah in his arms. Carina scoffs at Chuck's comment, but Sarah is too overjoyed to pay any attention.
"His name is Enrico and his shift starts at two," Sarah explains to everyone.
"So what do we do now?" Morgan asks.
"We get some sleep until two and talk to the little punk," Casey suggests as if he is giving orders to his own team.
"Um, we kind of need to clean the room, don't we?" Morgan shrugs sheepishly.
"It's Vegas," Carina scoffs nonchalantly, "they're used to cleaning crazy messes like that."
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Because they're stuck waiting and they cannot sleep while worrying over Bryce missing, everyone is cleaning the room up. Morgan removes a used bed sheet to reveal the keyboard of the room's piano. Chuck notices it and cannot help himself as he flips the piano bench upright and places it in front of the piano and sits down. He lets his mind cool down by singing out what is in his head in a freestyle classical symphony.
"When does Vegas sleep…?" He starts to subtly sway to the music as he sings.
"When the casinos are open twenty-four seven…."
"Does that mean they don't dream…?"
"Like Vampires or zombies…?"
"Do they spend their lives with no outlook…?"
"Or do they just live in the moment…?"
"Why would we forget everything…?"
"Why can't we all just live like a king…?"
"My two best friends got married…"
"Without even knowing that they were doing it…" Sarah stops cleaning as she is intrigued by the melody and looks over as Chuck gets engrossed into his song.
"I won a car and lots of money…"
"All because of my sweet honey…" Sarah cracks a smile at hearing him call her that as she sits on the couch and listens contently while he continues.
"We're gonna clean this room…"
"Then we're gonna save our best friend from doom…"
"We're gonna find our best friend Bryce…"
"Then we're gonna check out all the sights…"
"Bryce, Bryce, Ohhhhhhh, Brycey, Brycey, Bryce…" He sings loudly as he holds the notes and sways with the tune.
"And if he's been killed by crystal meth tweakers…"
"Well then we're shit out of luck." Chuck unceremoniously finishes the song as he sits back and looks at the crooked clock to his right to see they still have a few hours until two in the morning.
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As the minute hand of the crooked clock in their hotel suite ticks to the twelve and the hour hand arrives at the two, Chuck and Sarah head down to the lobby and proceed to the valet where they locate Enrico sliding on his vest as he is about to start his shift. Sarah quickly notices that he cannot be older than twenty as they walk up.
"YO!" Enrico exclaims as he throws his wide open palm out towards Chuck. Chuck, with slight surprise, puts his hand out to shake it but Enrico gives him a high five and then bumps his fist against Chuck's. "Hey," he smiles charmingly at Sarah and she returns it. "What's happenin'?"
"That's a good question," Chuck smiles slightly as he has never seen this guy in his life but he seems so fond of Chuck. "Last night was pretty crazy," Chuck chuckles as he tries to act cool and 'gangster' around the young hipster.
"Yea, I'm surprised you guys got here in one piece," Enrico laughs loudly. "You guys were fucked up!" He drawls in awe.
"Yea, um, do you remember our friend, Bryce?" Chuck asks. "He's a little shorter than me, has jet black hair, good looking guy?"
"Oh yea, what about him?"
"Was he with us last night when we valeted the car?" Sarah asks quickly.
"Yea, why?" Enrico furrows his brow.
"We can't seem to find him," Chuck says with slight guilt and sorrow.
"I'm sorry guys, but if I see him, I'll let you know," Enrico shrugs apologetically. "That's the best I could do."
"It's fine. You've helped us out a lot. That means he was with us when we got back so he can't be too far," Chuck says with a slight thankful smile.
"I'm really sorry," Enrico states again.
"Don't be. Thanks for the help," Sarah smiles at him before her and Chuck turn back towards the entrance of the hotel.
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Everyone is inside the hotel suite cleaning up lazily just after Sarah and Chuck came back and told them the news. "This is hopeless," Morgan throws his arms up in disappointment. "We have no idea where he is!"
"I hate to say it," Casey states truthfully, "but the moron's right. We have no more leads."
"Maybe we should call Beckman," Carina suggests with a shrug.
"I don't think that is such a great idea," Chuck states apprehensively as he shakes his head. "I don't think she would be too happy knowing we lost one of her top agents." Chuck's eyes drift off to Sarah's gorgeous toned ass as she bends over to dry off the wooden floor. Chuck notices she is using a bed sheet and his brow furrows. "Sarah, babe, what's with the bed sheet?"
"There aren't any towels," Sarah states nonchalantly as she continues to mop up the floor.
"Dammit," Casey grunts in annoyance and impatience, "I'm calling Beckman. She'll be able to track his watch if he's still wearing it." Casey pulls out his phone to dial.
Chuck's mind starts to churn quickly as he again looks at Sarah's perfectly shaped ass but his eyes quickly drop to the bed sheet she is using as a towel. He recalls her stating there aren't any towels a few seconds ago, but she said the same thing this morning when Morgan woke from inside the hot tub. Where could all the towels have gone? Chuck's eyes widen in surprise. He knows where Bryce is.
"Casey!" He shouts hastily as everyone looks at him like he is crazy. "Hang up the phone now! I know where Bryce is."
Casey looks at him like he is crazy but quickly ends the call before it starts ringing. "Where?" Casey asks curiously as his brow knits.
Chuck stands up off the couch and hurries to the front door as everyone follows him. "You know how Sarah is using a bed sheet to mop the floor?"
"Yea, there're no towels," Sarah shrugs nonchalantly as she doesn't quite know where Chuck is going with this. "They're all in the hot tub…" Sarah's voice drops off as she realizes it too. "Oh my god! It's so obvious!"
"What?" Morgan asks confused. "Where is he?"
"He's in the linen closet!" Chuck exclaims as he shoots out of the front door in a sprint. "We must've sent him to get new towels last night!"
They race down the hallway towards the linen closet on the floor as they shout, "Bryce!" multiple times. Chuck gets to the door and it is locked. "Damn, it's locked," Chuck mutters in annoyance.
"Move," Casey states as he kicks in the door with a single flawless boot to the door. The door swings abruptly as it bangs against the wall of the closet.
The closet is dark as Carina fumbles around for the light switch. Chuck and Sarah look around the illuminated area of the fifteen by fifteen foot closet. They see a shelf toppled over and a mountain of towels next to it. Carina finally gets the switch on and the room illuminates, but there is no sign of Bryce.
"Bryce," Chuck shouts as he looks in the large closet.
"Dude," Morgan smiles goofily as he sees the mountain of towels. "I've always wanted to do this," he falls backwards onto the towels and hits something definitely harder than a towel. A low groan is heard through the room as Morgan gets up in confusion of what he could've hit. He clears away a few towels to see Bryce laying there and staring with squinted eyes.
"Bryce!" Chuck sighs quickly as he pulls Bryce up to his feet.
"What the hell?" Bryce asks as his head is thrashing and the bright light is burning his pupils.
"Are you alright?" Sarah asks with genuine care as she kneels next to him.
"Where am I?" Bryce asks confusedly.
"You're in a linen closet at Caesar's Palace," Chuck smiles brightly as he sees his friend in one piece.
"I know that," Bryce deadpans as he looks at everyone. "I mean, why the hell did I wake up in a damn linen closet?"
"Well, last night, Carina decided to change our hangover pills with rufees," Sarah glares at Carina in anger.
"I thought it was ecstasy," Carina defends herself with a huff.
"Whatever," Sarah mutters before turning back to Bryce. "So we have no memory of what the hell happened last night. We must've sent you to get some more towels and you locked yourself in here."
"What a moron," Casey mumbles jokingly.
"Shut up Casey," Carina punches him in the arm.
"Well," Bryce shrugs with a giant smile as there isn't anything more to discuss, "I found some more towels."
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"Okay," Chuck states as they are all gathered in the somewhat cleaned hotel suite. "You guys are going home or at least getting a new hotel room because Sarah and I have some unfinished business," he winks at Sarah, who blushes almost instantly as she has to fight every urge not to climb onto his lap right now. She actually surprises herself that she isn't on his lap at the moment. It must've just been the relief of the situation and she didn't realize she sat across from him.
"Come on Chuckles," Carina plops onto Chuck's lap while smirking devilishly. Sarah lets out a low feral growl that doesn't go unnoticed. Carina continues unhindered though, "You didn't like having a threesome with me?"
"What?" Everyone, including Chuck exclaims as their eyebrows ascend past their hairlines.
"I knew you had it in you," Bryce jokingly pats Chuck on the back but Chuck just glares at him menacingly for praising him.
"I'm sure it happened," Carina shrugs nonchalantly as she cups Chuck's cheek with her palm. "I did wake up underneath Sarah. Oh!" she grins deviously, "and we were all completely nude."
"No, that didn't happen," Chuck demands shakily as he realizes it easily could've happened. Not that he would be complaining. He has fantasized about having a threesome before; what guy hasn't? But ever since being with Sarah, he hasn't felt any urge or need to think about threesomes except for the one mission with Carina and the diamond. That red lingerie she was wearing that one night trying to seduce him was just too hot not think about what she and Sarah would do together in a 'perfect' world. Damn, why couldn't he be immune to rufees?
"Well, we'll never know for sure," Carina smiles brightly as she gets off Chuck's lap and walks to an empty seat. She just loves screwing with Sarah and Chuck and will use any opportunity to tease them. She honestly doesn't know if they did or not, but she doesn't think they did. She does slightly have a fetish with handcuffs and can conclude that she probably cuffed Sarah to the headboard, but she usually acquires a satisfied feeling after a night of hot smutty sex and she didn't feel anything on that spectrum when she woke up with the worst hangover ever. But then again, she wouldn't have minded if they had. She was always curious how Sarah tastes. Ever since meeting on the C.A.T. Squad all those years ago, she has had a slight infatuation with the mysterious yet sexy Sarah Walker. Chuck's not a bad looking guy and she wouldn't mind that 'monstrosity' inside her. Damn, why couldn't she be immune to rufees?
"Carina, you are to never talk about this ever again," Sarah demands with full intent to make her pay if she doesn't promise. "All of you. We are to never talk about what may have happened. You got me?"
"Jeez, Walker," Carina puts her hands up in surrender. "I'm just fucking with you. I'm sure Chuck is a faithful handsome nerd and you're probably just the sweetest little angel," Carina's voice is dripping with sarcasm.
"Promise me," Sarah states with the same threatening edge as she ignores Carina's chiding. "All of you."
"Fine," Casey answers first as he doesn't really care about what went on. He is slightly content with having some new ammunition to annoy Chuck and Sarah with now, but otherwise, he'd rather not talk about the night. "I promise to never talk about it."
"Alright," Morgan huffs as he is completely envious of Chuck for having a threesome with the two hottest girls he's ever met, let alone seen. "I promise not to talk about it either."
"Bryce," Sarah warns.
"Obviously I promise," Bryce exclaims as he throws his palms out. "You think I want people knowing I passed out in a fuckin' linen closet?"
"Good," Sarah states seriously with a curt nod as she turns to Carina. "Carina, promise me."
"Come on," Carina drawls as she really doesn't want to have to. To her, the night was probably hilarious and the most fun they had ever had. She just believes Sarah is being a total sour puss about it.
"Carina, I'm not letting you leave until you promise us," Sarah's voice remains bold.
"Fine," Carina huffs in annoyance. "If it really makes you feel better Walker—"
"Bartowski," Sarah quickly corrects.
"Whatever the hell it is," Carina throws her arms in the air in irritation. Carina states slowly and clearly with annoyance, "I… promise… not… to… talk… about… last… night… again… Happy?"
"Greatly," Sarah grins as she looks over at Chuck. "Now if you'll excuse us," she walks over to him and pulls him to his feet. "You guys can show yourselves out," she states over her shoulder without looking back as she drags Chuck by his wrist and into the suite's master bedroom with a hurried step.
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The next chapter is the last chapter but definitely not least. If there are things you just have to see or could imagine being hilarious, let me know and I'll add them in using my own style.
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