Previously on Chuck Versus the Outback:
"Wow. Sarah, this is incredible. I never really pictured you like that. So you were pretty much just like me before the CIA got to you."
"Yep. That night when you said my biggest secret was that I just had a normal high school experience was dead on. I wasn't able to tell you that it was true because I was too insecure with my feelings. You had hit it too close to home. But now, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, the weight of the world is off my shoulders. I can talk freely with you because you know the real me."
Sarah and Chuck were as happy as they could be. They were with each-other. Chuck loved Sarah and Sarah loved Chuck. They just needed to admit it to each-other consciously. If only they knew that their best times were going to be interrupted by a bunch of ruthless terrorists.
Warehouse-Unknown Address
"Yes sir." All the men saluted the 'Boss' and left the warehouse to find the Intersect. No one had any idea what they were in store for. Each man had no idea they would have to battle the United States' best agents to get their hands on the Intersect.
Chapter 3: A Battle from Within
Echo Park Apartment Complex
Los Angeles, California
May 3, 2009
Chuck and Sarah finally arrived at the apartment complex around eight in the morning. They walked up to Casey's door hand-in-hand. He knocked on the door and waited for Casey to open. Sarah squeezed his hand to show her support for him in anything where the government is concerned.
She looked over at him, "Chuck, don't be nervous. I'm right here with you. It'll all be OK."
Just before Casey came to the door Chuck looked at Sarah, and gave her a smile that would brighten anyone's day.
"Glad you two found the time to stop by. I know that the terrorists have been waiting for you to come back. Why don't you come in?" Casey was pulling at them. He knew what was going on with their 'cover'. For the first time in a while, John Casey didn't mind breaking a few rules if it meant he would be able to see two people completely and utterly in love. When he saw the two together, it renewed his reasoning for being a spy. You are helping people like that, people who need each other just to live.
Chuck took Sarah's hand and guided her in. He looked around at Casey's apartment. He felt some weird vibes. It almost seems like he was relaxing last night? Half-empty bottle of scotch and an empty cigar box? He is one strange man. While he was stepping in, he decided he had to fire back at Casey, "Well, lets just get this over with? I have a horrible headache as it is and I know you need to spend your precious time tending to your bonsai."
Casey grunted as he set up the computer for the videoconference with a certain angry General Beckman.
General D. Beckman seemed to be disturbed by the mission details that she had received from Agent Casey, "Are you telling me that the Intersect can teach the body how to do certain things, say Kung-Fu?"
"Yes, ma'am. Bartowski proved that theory when he uploaded the new Intersect."
Chuck glared over at him but wasn't in any condition to try to talk to the General. He knew that he was in trouble. He knew that he would probably be sent to a hole in the ground because he was too unpredictable in the field. He just wished that the General tried to have a heart. What am I thinking, the General being nice? Never.
"Mr. Bartowski, since you seem to be out-of-commission due to your injuries, I am ordering you to-"
She was interrupted by a flailing Agent Walker, "Ma'am. He is too valuable to be sent to a bunker. We have been able to take down Fulcrum, and this new 'Ring' threat should be about the same."
"Well, Agent Walker, if you had let me finished what I was saying," she paused to stare at Sarah showing that she did not approve of her butting in, "I am ordering Mr. Bartowski into a 24-hour protective detail. I want either you," signaling Casey, "or you," signaling Sarah, "to be with Mr. Bartowski at all times. I feel the current environment in which the team has been operating in is the reason for your success. Once Mr. Bartowski is in better health, I will inform you all of what will happen next. That is all." And with that, the television screen went black.
"Well that was fun as always. She wasn't as grumpy as I thought she was going to be. Maybe she had a good night?"
"Shut it Bartowski."
Casey made sure that the connection to Beckman was cut and then turned off all the listening devices and electronic monitoring systems that were around, "OK, his is how things are going to go down. Bartowski, Walker, you two will live with each other at Chuck's place until we find a decent apartment. Got that so far?"
Both nodded 'yes'. Chuck's eyes were wide in confusion and Sarah had put on her poker face. Neither of them knew what was going on.
"Bartowski, you are going to recover from your injuries with the medical assistance from one Agent Walker. Got it?"
Chuck nodded, "But-" and barely got off a word before Casey stopped him dead in his tracks.
"I'm done playing matchmaker with you two. This is the last, let me repeat, LAST time I'm going to help you. As I was saying, Walker and you will live together. Since you will be cohabiting, I will turn off the audio and video monitoring when you are together." God knows what they'll be doing. I sure as hell don't want to listen to them two go at it. Love: it's for suckers not soldiers.
"Okay, Casey, what are you really getting at here? Me living with Chuck, no surveillance when we're together...this all seems a little shady to me. What's your motive?" Sarah started at him, trying to get him to let down facade even a little.
"No motive. I am doing this for the team to make sure our missions stay clean and triumphant (Successful probably works better here). If you two being together makes that happen, I will do everything in my power to assist that cause. Right now, you guys need to figure out how living together is going to work. Find a decent apartment today and drop by this afternoon with the 411. I'm going to go clean some guns." After Casey's little speech, he walked to the back of his apartment to find the necessary cleaning materials and vanished.
Chuck and Sarah were left standing in Casey's living room in complete shock. "So...," Chuck tried to introduce some sort of conversation to break the ice, "when do you want to leave to go apartment hunting? I need to check in with Ellie, so how about you meet me at the fountain in fifteen minutes?" Chuck, obviously trying to ease the tension in the room, leaves after he gives Sarah a quick kiss on the cheek.
After Chuck left, Sarah felt weak at the knees and found security in Casey's couch. She couldn't make up her mind. Was this a good thing for the relationship or was this part of my job that once again ruins my chances with Chuck? How are we going to live together? What am I going to do? Whenever we have to share a bed for cover, we always end up waking up in each-others arms. Next to Chuck in bed, next to him on the couch, next to him all the time! Oy vey, how am I going to be able to contain myself?...Wait, I don't have to! This is going to be awesome!
She decided to take a quick nap while Chuck was checking in with Ellie. Her eyelids grew heavy as her mind ceased wandering and she let sleep take her.
Meanwhile...
Chuck reached the door to his and Ellie's apartment. He felt like he was a kid coming home from college after being gone for months. He felt like this was no longer his home. He felt as if his home only existed were Sarah was; his home was with her. As he opened the door, he heard nothing but silence.
"Ellie? Devon?...It's Chuck. Anyone there?" He walked around the empty apartment to find a note on the table from Ellie. He scrunched his eyes in order to focus on her letter.
Chuck,
Since you were on vacation with Sarah, we thought we might extend our honeymoon a few days so you could have the place to yourself. Devon and I will be back on the 10th. We hope you have a good time! Stay safe,
-Ellie
Chuck felt a wave of anxiety pass over him. He wouldn't need to explain his injuries to Ellie or Devon. This day just keeps on getting better and better! After leaving Ellie's note on the table, he walked into his room to grab a night bag and fill it with some clothes.
Once he was finished packing his bag, he felt the need to take a break on his bed and think through the fact that his life was finally starting to move along. Moving in with Sarah? I don't deserve her. She has done everything and more for me. She takes care of me, protects me, and now she is going to be living with me! Boy am I not regretting uploading the new Intersect. I thought it would totally fuck up my life. Turns out, it's doing the exact opposite. He takes a moment to thank the one friend who was always looking out for him. He looks up toward the ceiling, "Thanks Bryce. You have always been the best bud. I can't thank you enough. I'll take care of Sarah, I promise."
He got up and began thanking god for this moment. He never thought his life could be this fulfilling. Too bad Chuck had no idea what was coming.
He met up with Sarah at the fountain and they both left in her car to find an apartment that would be their new home.
Unknown Warehouse
South LA, California
"Well, have you found Mr. Carmichael?" The 'Boss' asked his men.
"No Sir. But, we looked up similar names. Charles, Charlie, and Chuck. With the modified names, we found one Charles Bartowski that fits the description but-"
The 'Boss's' associate was cut off when the 'Boss' himself started lashing out, "But what?! Does he have the Intersect or not? I don't see what is so hard about this assignment. The Ring will only be happy once we have the Intersect then we can begin Operation Lima. What is the problem Agent Newman?"
Agent Newman, a newer recruit to the 'Ring', stood at about 5'10. He had jet-black hair that was slicked back. He was evidently nervous about this assignment and did not want to disappoint the 'Ring' because everyone knew what happened when you failed. The agent would either disappear, or be found dead due to a nasty suicide. "Sir, the man we found worked at the Burbank Buymore as a Nerd Herd Supervisor. There is no way that such a low life would be involved with anything related to the Intersect."
"You have a point Agent. Still, if he is the Intersect, we will have missed out our chance. I want you and another newbie to task a surveillance team. See if there is anything out of the ordinary. Report back to me in twelve hours. Dismissed."
The men saluted the 'Boss' and left to begin their assignment. Agent Newman and his partner, Agent Folds, had to find out everything about Charles Bartowski or else they would be one of many lost to the justification of the 'Ring'.
Los Angeles Freeways
Late Afternoon
Chuck was exhausted from the extensive apartment hunt conducted by the CIA's finest, Sarah Walker. He and Sarah had visited at least 25 suitable apartments in his view, but none of them were acceptable for Sarah.
Sarah Walker wanted the perfect new home for her and Chuck. It wasn't just any apartment, it had to be the place where their relationship would be able to grow and flourish into something real and possibly concrete. She wanted to find a place where the spy world would be forced to wait outside, only reality would be allowed inside.
"Come on Sarah, the last five were perfect, and I would be able to afford them too."
"Chuck, it's not about the money, or the number of bathrooms or even the state of the kitchen. I want it to be perfect."
"Alright, one last look and then I'm done for the day. OK?"
"Deal. This last one I think you will find acceptable."
After about a half hour of excessive speeding on Sarah's behalf and some girlish squeals on Chuck's behalf, Sarah pointed the car off the highway and into the suburb of Huntington Park.
Huntington Park was situated about situated about twenty-five minutes from the heart of LA. It seemed to be in the vicinity of everything. Close to the Santa Monica Bay, freeways, and not too far from Ellie's. Sarah had once pictured herself living in this type of neighborhood. Street shops and markets selling the day's freshest fruits, meats, and flowers. This was where she wanted her new home to be, their new home to be.
As Sarah pulled up to the apartment complex, she had to lightly nudge Chuck. He had fallen asleep listening to the soft roars of the Porsche.
"Chuck, wake up. We're here." She nudged his shoulder more forcefully. "Chuck!"
His eyes opened and took a moment to familiarize himself with his environment. "Where are we? This places looks nice, but I don't think I would be able to keep up the rent for more than three weeks." He got out of the car, and walked with Sarah up to the open house.
The pair walked into the apartment. To say it was sensational would be an understatement. There was plenty of space for Chuck's various electronic devices, Sarah's vast array of weaponry, and Casey's certain need for surveillance gizmos. The kitchen was small but with the lack of skill that Chuck and Sarah possessed it would be no problem. The apartment screamed 'make me your new home'.
Once Chuck and Sarah finished looking around they knew it was exactly what they were looking for. Chuck leaned toward Sarah as they walked back to the front of the apartment, "I think this is it, this is the one. What do you think?"
"Chuck, I think we found our new home." Sarah smiled at Chuck and felt at ease for the first time in a long time.
Sarah talked to the realtor and Chuck stood by her. "Alright Ms. Walker and Mr. Bartowski, just sign these forms and it's all yours."
The couple signed with trembling hands. "Here are your keys, garage passes, and my card if you have any questions or problems whatsoever."
Chuck went to shake the women's hand, "Thank you very much Ms. Horus. We really appreciate this. I'll make sure I put in a good word for you back at your firm."
The realtor left the pair in the empty apartment. Chuck reached for Sarah's hand and squeezed it, "You ready for this? We don't have to move in this week. Take your time adjusting, I'm not going to push you into this."
She turned to him and gazed into his eyes, "I have never been so ready for anything else in my life. In my opinion, we can't move in soon enough." She pressed her lips into his for what was supposed to be a quick 'thank-you' kiss but quickly turned into a 'get-a-room' kiss.
Chuck was about to back off when he felt the electric shock of her tongue dancing with this. There is no way I'm backing off of this. He gave the kiss his all, which was plenty for Sarah's desire. He started feeling lightheaded after what seemed like a lifetime but was actually only a few minutes. "Uh...Sarah maybe we should wait until I can last a little longer, you know until I got more stamina?"
Sarah hadn't realized what he was saying until he started leaning into her shoulder. "Of course. Let me help you down to the car and you can nap on the way back to Casey's." That boy needs to drink some milk! He is going to need his stamina when we break in this apartment...Bad Sarah! That is your asset you're thinking about...I wasn't thinking about his brain, I was thinking about his other asset. Sarah seemed to get caught up in the arguments of her subconscious. The Sarah and the Agent Walker.
"Sarah, earth to Sarah." Chuck was trying to find either the agent or the woman in Sarah Walker. He really just needed someone to help him to the car. "Care to help the crip to the car?"
"Yea, sorry about that. Lost in thought I guess. Let me grab my purse and we'll be off."
A few minutes later, Sarah found herself in the warmth of her prized Porsche. Chuck was to her right, sound asleep. She was trying to find an intermediate point between the two personas she entailed the cold, emotionally cutoff, trained CIA assassin and the emotionally awkward, nerdy, warm woman. She decided for the time being she would be the best mix of both. As she was regaining her bearings, Sarah noticed the strange tail behind her car. She grabbed her phone and hit the first person she could think of, Casey.
"Casey, secure."
"Walker, secure."
"What gives? I was enjoying a nice day to myself."
"Casey, there is some vehicle tailing me. Plate # EUT-293. I need you to run it and find out who it belongs to."
"You sure? Maybe it's some perv or something-"
"Casey, I'm serious. Chuck is asleep next to me. We found an apartment and he's exhausted from all the days activities. I can lose the tail but I need all the info I can get once I get to your place."
"You got it," he paused for a moment contemplating whether he wanted to find out or not. Hell with it. After a slight moment, Casey asked with a softer more genuine tone, "Sarah, you find a nice place? Somewhere that you both can do whatever you need to do?"
"Yeah John. I found my new home."
"Alright," he said back in his usual low-grunt voice, "get here as soon as you can. We need all the time we can get before the briefing tonight. Casey out."
"You got it. Walker out." She considered waking up Chuck to tell him to prepare himself for a car chase, but she couldn't wake him up, disturb his slumber, mess up those perfect ringlets of hair. She decided against waking him up and instead she leaned over and tightened his seatbelt nearly cutting off his circulation. She couldn't afford, no she couldn't bear seeing him get hurt again. Not after what happened after the wedding. She would have to use all her training to lose the tail and somehow at least keep Chuck safe.
The van behind the Porsche started inching its way closer and closer, so Sarah recalled her training from the Academy, Tactical and Defensive Driving 101. She floored the accelerator of the car and swerved between the cars and trucks of the heavy evening LA rush hour.
Sarah looked out the back to see if the tail was gone, it was not. Damn, whoever this is isn't as bad as I thought. Looks like we are going into the triple digits! She shifted the car into the highest gear and thrust the gas down to the floor. As she gave the car gas, she looked over at Chuck, who was still sleeping like a baby in the passenger's seat, "Hold on Chuck, it's going to be a bumpy ride!"
The driver of the van behind Chuck and Sarah noticed the high skill level of the driver. "Agent Folds, copy down the plate ID and disengage. Whoever the driver is a pro and will most likely get away before you are able to make contact."
Agent Newman watched his men follow his directions and after a few moments the van slowed down back to the normal speed of traffic while the midnight blue Porsche raced through traffic.
Sarah checked the status of the tail and was completely surprised to see that they backed off. She immediately grabbed her phone and dialed Casey's number.
"Casey, secure."
"Walker, secure. The tail backed off. What is the status of your query?"
"Stolen. But I did manage to get into the traffic camera system and catch the faces of the driver and passenger. They were suited up in tac gear. Looks like Team Casey is back in action."
"Team Casey? Please, lets just stick with Team Bartowski. I'll be at your place in a few minutes. Chuck is still sleeping so he'll be fine to take a look at the pictures and let's hope he flashes."
"No need to bunch up your panties, Walker. See you in a few, Casey out."
"Walker out." Sarah continued to pull the car down to a safe speed and arrived at Casey's in a matter of minutes.
Casey's Apartment
Early Evening
Sarah pulled into the parking space in front of the apartment complex. She didn't want to disturb Chuck's peaceful slumber. She leaned over to him and lightly brushed her fingers through his hair. Chuck stirred, but still didn't wake.
She was forced to take a more direct approach. She leaned over and gently pressed her lips onto his. She saw his eyes open and react to her kiss. She backed off after a few moments, "Hey there sleeping beauty. We have a briefing in a few minutes. You okay?"
"Never better. Say, if I were woken up like that everyday, I wouldn't mind working for the government." He smiled at her and reached for the door handle.
They dismounted from the car, walking slowly in hand to Casey's door. Chuck didn't need to knock, Casey saw them coming from the window.
He opened the door and motioned for the pair to come in, "Well, if it isn't my two most favorite goons, Chuck, Walker," he nodded accordingly to both and showed them in. He leaned to Sarah and whispered, "The briefing just started. Beckman is a little pissed off that you and lover-boy are late. I informed her that you will be moving in with Bartowski and I reiterated that you weren't compromised so no need to go all Agent Walker on me or Bartowski."
"Thanks John."
"Just doing my job," Casey replied and then grunted. The team walked to his living room where a ticked General Beckman waited.
"Agent Walker, how it is possible for you to not have seen the tail earlier? Lately you have been slacking on your duties. Please explain yourself."
Sarah tensed up a bit then quickly set her agent face in place, "Ma'am, I was traveling with the asset searching for an apartment. Chuck felt lightheaded so my first priority was to make sure that he did not fall ill. It was when I felt that the asset was secure in the car when I discovered the tail."
"Very well Agent Walker. For now, please take more precautions with Mr. Bartowski. We cannot afford anyone taking him-"
Chuck noticed that they were talking about him as if he were an object, "General, you do realize that I am right here?" Chuck made the decision to stand up for Sarah since she had done the same for him for the past two years, "Agent Walker did her job in making sure I was safe. She lost the tail in expert time and yet you still seem to berate her?"
Casey saw the fire in Chuck's eyes; he was standing up for his girl. He couldn't blame him, but he could try to avoid WW3 from erupting in his living room. He looked over to Chuck, "Chuck, calm down now. No need to get defensive."
"Casey, I think there is a need. You and the General do not value Agent Walker's work, as you should. She has done everything and beyond to protect me AND the new Intersect." He looked up at the screen and stared the General down.
"Mr. Bartowski, if you will please refrain from slowing down this briefing I would greatly appreciate it," she turned her attention to Casey, "now, Agent Casey will you please pass the rest of the information onto your team." She turned back to Chuck, "Mr. Bartowski, the next time you find it necessary to convey your feelings about the team or mission, I would prefer them in writing so I can have an assistant deal with you instead of me because you are wasting my time. Consider yourself on probation. I'm watching you Mr. Bartowski," she turned back to Casey, "That is all." Three pairs of eyes were on the screen when it went blank. Casey, Chuck, and Sarah stood in silence.
Casey was again the first to break the ice, "Well once again, a fabulous briefing. Let's meet oh-nine-hundred in the morning. I for one need the night off. I'm going to ask you both once, scram!" These two always find a way to screw things up. The General wasn't even that mad! Why did Bartowski need to try to beat the General! Ugh, that kid needs to get his head in the game.
Casa Bartowski...
Chuck and Sarah couldn't have left Casey's apartment any faster. They walked across the fountain to Casa Bartowski. Chuck opened the door for Sarah who stomped in.
"Chuck! How could you do that!" Sarah was clearly angry with Chuck. She put on her agent face back in the briefing and never quite took it off. "The General wasn't that mad at me. I could have handled myself with her. Now she is going to beat up on you for every little thing you do. Can you handle that?"
"Sarah, I couldn't let her beat on you like that. I'm your boyfriend. Boyfriends are supposed to stand up for their girlfriends when they are being bullied. The General was unquestionably bullying you."
Sarah was trying to be the voice of reason between the two. She knew that Chuck was just being a friend and standing up for her but it wasn't the schoolyard bully, it was General Beckman. "Chuck, you have to understand. When we are in the room with the General, you can't be Chuck, my boyfriend and my lover; you have to be Agent Bartowski!"
Chuck was taken aback at what she said. Lover? She loves me! Oh hot damn! "You love me?"
"Chuck, that isn't the point here. You have to respect authority. The General is your superior, you can't talk back-"
"Loving me isn't the point! Sarah, I don't care what the General says. You said you love me."
"Yes Chuck. Ok fine. I love you. I have been in love with you since I saw how you stood up for my dad when he was in town-" She was forced to stop talking when a set of lips of a certain Bartowski came crashing down on hers.
Chuck pinned Sarah against the door. He put both his hands on the door. He wasn't going to let her go. He pushed his chest into hers essentially connecting the two.
Sarah reacted to the collision of lips rather quickly. She sensed Chuck's brawny arms keeping her against the door. She felt a tingly sensation when his tongue teased the end of hers. For some reason, Sarah's leg was creeping around Chuck's side pinning him to her. She split her lips from his and made her way to his neck. The heat and passion of the moment initiated a primal response to such an act from the two.
Chucks hand started up the hem of her shirt, roaming into new, yet intoxicatingly exciting territory. He just about had his hands up to her bra to unclip it.
Sarah was following a similar act to Chuck. Has he been working out? Her hands rubbed up and down his chest when her lips rediscovered his. If this is an injured Chuck, a 100% Chuck will be too much to handle.
The pair continued their dance. Sarah's top was somewhere on the floor as was Chuck's shirt and belt. Sarah's foot was back on the ground and Chuck was pushing them down the hall to his bed. They had waited so long for this, the moment when everything would finally be still, when their two souls would become one. Chuck was lying on the bed with his back to the mattress as Sarah got up.
"Whoa, where are you going? I have plenty of rubbers in the drawer if that's the problems." Chuck was light-headed and very confused at Sarah's movements off him.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to the bathroom to...umm...freshen up." She left the room with a huge grin on her face. Agent Walker! What are you doing? Get back in there; you need this as much as he does...Sarah, I can't do it. What if something happens to him? I won't be able to handle it. I'll just go back and tell him it was a mistake...No, Walker you love him. You need him. Without him, you would have broken months ago. Get back in there, and make each other happy. Sarah looked at herself in the mirror. In a soft whisper she asked, "Who am I? Am I Sarah or am I an Agent? Please God, just tell me which one I should be then this will be easier." She was fighting a war inside. Neither the agent nor the girl would give up in the fight for control over Sarah Walker.
Chuck tried yelling to Sarah, "God Sarah, don't tease me like that! I've been waiting too long for this. Hurry up!"
Back in the bathroom, Sarah was thinking again. Fine I give up. If this guy means as much to you as he says and you say, go for it. But you might as well flush your career down the toilet because that's what you'll be doing if you go back...Walker, I don't care about the CIA. I don't give a rat's ass about Beckman or the NSA. As long as I have my Chuck, my man, my love I'll live. She looked up at the mirror one last time before going back she gave herself a little pep talk, "This better be worth it Sam because he is worth it."
She walked back into the room and got on top of Chuck. Chuck leaned up to kiss her, "Sarah, I love you so much it hurts."
"Samantha-"
"What? Is that code for 'you want me to be on top' or something...'cause I'm cool with that."
She smiled and replied in a soft voice, "No, Samantha Lisa Wallace. I was named after my grandmother. My mom's name was Lisa. Chuck...I love you. I have loved you for a while now. I was just so scared to say it...Chuck, I need you to do one more thing for me."
Chuck, still in shock and aw semi-responded, "For my love, anything."
"I need you to-" She bent over and whispered something in his ear with a sinister smile. Chuck's face immediately lit up to a bright shade of red.
"And here I thought you were a good girl..." He captured every essence her with his lips. Things were looking up for Charles Bartowski. Well, maybe if it wasn't for a single knock on the door, then more knocks, and finally a fist pounding on the door, Chuck would have had a very lucky night.
Chuck broke from her, "Do I have to get that?"
Sarah nodded with a sad expression 'yes', "It could be Casey with something from the General."
Chuck mumbled, "What does the government have against me having sex! Whoever that is will regret knocking on the door."
Sarah tried to catch her breath, "Wait, if it is Casey tell him I'll show you the picture of his cloverleaves if he doesn't leave, and if it is Morgan tell him to run. 'Cause I'll be the one killing him since he would have ruined this," moving her hands to represent what they were about to do, "twice in a matter of two weeks!"
"Wait, how do you know about that?" Chuck catching his breath also as he put some clothes back on.
"What, you don't think I saw the crumpled note in the bathroom? Why do you think I was so irritated? I needed that as much as you did, maybe even more."
"Ah-ha...this all makes more sense. I should have just put a tie on the door or something." Chuck left the room and walked to the door. He took a deep breath and opened. Please, let it be a prank. Dear god, not Morgan, not Morgan...
End of Chapter 3
A/N: A big thank you to those who have been reviewing. Another big thank you shout out to kroblues for the editing work. Any comments/concerns/criticisms feel free to send me a PM or write a review! Again, I don't own Chuck but if i did I would have Jeffster perform at Comic-Con. Chapter 4 is in the middle process, it should be up in a few days! Happy Reviewing!