I hope this is helping everyone get through their Chuck withdrawals. I am slowly dying inside without my fix. This is keeping me sane until September. I hope you like this chapter as much as the others.
**I do not own Chuck**
Chuck is sitting in his room playing some Call of Duty with Sarah.
"That is so unrealistic! How could he not die from a .50 caliber bullet to the stomach?" Sarah is furious.
"That was a little bullshit," Chuck concurs with her.
"A little? He would be split in half if this game was realistic," Sarah explains angrily.
"That is why it is a game," Chuck tries to explain to her but she is relentless.
"Are you kidding me? He just lunged five feet and stabbed me with a knife while I shot him with a M16 burst!" Sarah almost throws the controller at the TV screen. Chuck notices her frustration and tries to calm her down.
"Let me see the controller," Chuck begs for her to give it up so she can calm down. "It is just a game; it's not worth getting worked up about." She tosses the controller on the bed and sighs angrily. She looks at Chuck who is smiling at her.
"What is so damn funny?" Sarah asks furiously.
"I don't think I have ever seen you so mad."
"Well it is annoying and unrealistic."
"I know. That is why you should stick to real life," Chuck jokes.
"Really… It is way easier in real life."
"Yo! Chuck! You got a package in the mail!" Morgan yells as the front door closes and the mailman walks away.
"Well that must be from my mom, I'll be back in a second. Don't even think about playing anymore." Chuck kisses Sarah on the cheek and steps out of the room to grab the package. A few seconds later, Chuck comes back into the room.
"Well, shall we open it?" Chuck asks.
"Obviously," Sarah answers as if Chuck is stupid because she is still frustrated from the game.
"Ok, ok. You don't have to be so mean about it," Chuck responds apologetically.
"I'm sorry. That game just really got to me. Let's open the box," she calms down and apologizes to him. Chuck opens the box and it is just a small USB drive, a watch, and a piece of paper. Sarah reads the paper as Chuck examines the high-tech USB drive and the watch. After a minute of them looking at the items, Sarah explains to Chuck the directions.
"It says not to plug it in until exactly six."
"Ok."
"It will automatically open a window on the computer." She reads the directions directly from the paper.
"Ok."
"Don't tamper with it. It is very fragile."
"Ok." Chuck was picking at the label on it and it slipped out of his hand. He juggled it a little and then caught it.
"It's best you put that down," Sarah suggests.
"Yea…" Chuck drawls out as he lays the USB drive on the desk next to his computer.
"Go by the watch's time and not your own."
"What did you get in the package?" Morgan asks as he pops his head in the doorway.
"Nothin'. Just a USB drive." Chuck responds.
"Yea? What is on it? Spy stuff?"
"Yes Morgan. Spy stuff," Chuck answers apathetically hoping not to have to explain it but knows he will.
"Can I see?" Morgan asks candidly.
"It will open a chat window so I can talk with my mom."
"What? You're going to talk to your mom?" Morgan is shocked because he has no idea where she is now.
"Yea, she contacted me a couple nights ago," Chuck tries to explain. Sarah sits their in silence because she is never good at getting into the conversations Chuck and Morgan have.
"Do you even want to talk to her again? After what she did to you and Ellie, I wouldn't if I were you," Morgan asks honestly.
"Well I would like to know what her reasons were," Chuck explains.
"If you need me for anything, just let me know. I am like the best spy in the world," Morgan jokes.
"Yea, we'll see, "Chuck giggles as he says it. Sarah chuckles a little. Morgan finally leaves. "I think now is good time to make another Governor."
"Good idea. Lets go to your Dad's base. It probably has everything you need in it." They both leave and go to Chuck's Dad's underground base to make a more concealed Governor.
It is now 5:45 and Chuck and Sarah are waiting impatiently for the watch to hit 6 pm.
"How's that Governor feeling?" Sarah asks Chuck.
"Just as soothing as the first one. I am surprised I was able to make it still."
"Yea, your Dad was very smart and I think you got that gene too."
"Thanks. Now that the Governor is connected to my foot, I don't have to worry about it breaking as easy." The new Governor is now on a type of band around Chuck's left foot. It connects to him on his upper foot and is more secure inside his shoe. "It is actually comfortable. I don't even realize that it is there."
"It is still dangerous to have it so superficial. I think you should conceal it under your skin." Chuck cringes at the thought of his skin being cut open and lifted to place metal inside. Chuck overcomes the fear.
"Alright. I'll see if I can make one smaller later. I will need your help to put it inside me and no needles," Chuck cringes again but he knows it is for his safety.
"Sounds good. I can do some slicing and dicing," Sarah jokes.
"Don't even joke." Chuck is totally serious as he looks at the watch and it says 5:50.
"What should I ask her first?" Chuck almost has a nervous breakdown.
"I don't know. It is your mother," Sarah responds because she doesn't know either. After a brief pause she suggests "how about you ask her why she left you so long ago."
"That is a good one; let me write it down." Chuck scrambles for a piece of paper and a pen.
"You really need to write it down?" Sarah thinks Chuck is overreacting.
"Ok, you're right. I think I might just wing it and ask what comes first."
"Good plan," Sarah comforts Chuck although she thinks that is a bad plan. Chuck looks at the watch and it says 5:56.
"I'm going to leave you to your privacy," Sarah doesn't want to intrude.
"No, wait. I want you here," Chuck grabs Sarah's arm lightly trying to keep her there.
"I don't want to intrude. This is something personal to you."
"No, please, I want; no, I need you here," Chuck pleads.
"All right, I'll stay."
"Thank you." Chuck is grateful to have Sarah around because he is frightened and nervous. He kisses her on the lips and then looks at the watch. The watch is now at 5:58.
"Ugh…" Chuck drawls out anxiously. He is literally fidgeting with the USB drive. The watch ticks to 5:59.
"This is going to be the longest minute ever, huh?" Chuck states.
"Get ready," Sarah wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind as they wait in anticipation.
"I've been ready for hours." As Chuck says this he notices the watch change to 6:00. "Oh crap." Chuck fumbles the USB and finally secures it and sticks it into his computer. A window opens automatically on the computer and Chuck and Sarah wait impatiently and nervous.
Glad you can join me son. The text appears in the window. What would you like to ask me?
Why did you leave Ellie, Dad, and I so many years ago? Chuck asks in text.
It was complicated. I was once Stephen's handler and was supposed to protect him from any dangers as he created the Intersect. I had fallen in love with him and we got married and had two of the most wonderful kids in the world, you and Ellie.
Then why did you leave?
I was reassigned and your father didn't want me to go. I chose the life of an agent and it was not an easy choice. I had to make a decision and I chose to help the country because I thought your father would be there for you both.
How could you just leave us there? You do know that Dad left a few days later. Chuck expresses his anger.
I know he left but that had nothing to do with me. The CIA reassigned me and they stopped protecting him. He had to hide to protect you both. I tried to check up on you guys every so often. How do you think you guys grew up so successfully?
We grew up like this because Ellie is the bravest woman in the world and the best sister ever. Chuck doesn't want to believe her.
You think she was able to do everything without any help? The CIA kept close tabs on you both until you both could survive without their help.
I don't believe you. Me and Ellie were left all alone and had to survive by ourselves.
The CIA didn't directly influence you both. Everything you both did was all by yourselves but they made sure it didn't ruin your lives or backfire. You getting into Stanford was completely your doing without the help of the CIA but the scholarships were from the CIA, same with your sister at UCLA. I really wanted to be with you both. It was the hardest decision of my life. Please I am sorry. You have to believe me. I also need your help.
What do you need? Chuck is satisfied enough to believe her after remembering some of the random scholarships he had gotten.
I need you to help me escape. That is what your father was doing before.
Where are you?
I am in a laboratory and they are trying to make me replicate the Intersect.
I thought only Dad knew how to make it? Chuck asks diligently.
They knew that I watched him closely and think I can make it myself. I really don't think I can. I wasn't always with your father.
How do I find you?
I am at the coordinates 35.948 -115.032. Please hurry. I don't have much time.
I'll find you. Just hold on. Make sure they don't move you away.
They are coming. I have to go. I am sorry son. Please hurry. You are my only hope.
No wait! The window says chat terminated. Chuck and Sarah are in astonishment. Chuck's jaw is open in awe as Sarah tries to console Chuck.
"Lets check where those coordinates are," Sarah wants to help Chuck.
"What am I supposed to do with the USB—" The drive all of a sudden starts steaming as if it just got fried. Chuck quickly pulls it out and says, "That works, I guess." Chuck looks up the coordinates as Sarah watches in curiosity to know where the mission is leading them. The coordinates lead just south of Las Vegas. "Well, we get to check out Las Vegas. I've never been there."
"Me neither, lets get ready. I think we will need all the help we can get on this one. Round up the gang and I'll buy some tickets," Sarah convincingly creates a plan.
"Even Morgan?" Chuck asks questionably.
"Yea, I think so," Sarah reassures that Morgan is needed.
"What do you need? I heard my name," Morgan pops in the doorway.
"How do you do that? You pop in at the most random times," Chuck questions Morgan because he is so surprised.
"Well, honestly, I was just outside your door the whole time," Morgan jokes.
"I don't doubt it."
"Ok. Morgan can you go get Casey, we are going to need him," Sarah asks of Morgan.
"Yes sir, I mean Agent Walker," Morgan fumbles what he should call Sarah.
"Call me Sarah. I am no longer an agent," Sarah clarifies.
"Ok, Sarah, I'll accept your mission and expect it to be completed successfully," Morgan reassures as he walks over to get Casey.
"Are you sure about Morgan?" Chuck asks again after that odd conversation.
"Yes, I am. He is eccentric but him and Casey work well together," Sarah reassures Chuck that Morgan is useful. Chuck then looks for airlines tickets on the next plane out of Los Angeles to Las Vegas. Sarah starts packing some spy gear she had left over. "We are going to need to go to your dad's base. I don't have many weapons."
"That is fine. We'll go after I book these tickets. How does 10 pm sound?" Chuck asks.
"That is fine. Book them and lets go to your dad's base." Sarah replies contently. Morgan comes back and looks very excited.
"What did Casey say?" Chuck asks Morgan.
"Good thing I didn't pour myself some Johnny Walker Black yet," Morgan replies with Casey's exact words.
"Great, now we need to go get some gear," Sarah butts into the conversation.
"Where is our mission taking us this time?" Morgan asks.
"We're going to Vegas, buddy," Chuck answers him.
"Awesome! I have always wanted to go there!" Morgan is ecstatic.
"We're going for a purpose. Not to drink and gamble," Casey appears out of nowhere. "Let me guess, I am with Grimes?"
"Like always," Chuck jokes. Casey just grunts. "We're going to get some gear. You need any?"
"Nope. All I need is my car and I'm happy," Casey responds.
"I need a gun," Morgan almost yells out of excitement.
"I am not letting Grimes have a gun," Casey states because he knows how pathetic Morgan is with a gun.
"Ok. Well we are going to a secret base that my dad had," Chuck explains.
"Bartowski had his own castle, Bartowski?" Casey asks.
"Yes. It is where I got the information for the last mission."
"Ok. Lets go. We can catch up later," Sarah hurries everyone up so they can get ready. They all leave in Casey's Crown Vic because it is the only car that can hold them all.
At the base, they check out the armory and it is impressive. Casey is actually jealous of how amazing it is. It is filled with almost every gun made; from tranquilizer guns to rocket launchers. Chuck grabs the tranquilizer gun and Sarah grabs a M9 Beretta pistol. Casey wants to take everything but holds off and grabs a Desert Eagle .50 caliber pistol.
"Good choice," Chuck jokes to Casey.
"Well lets just say I intend to kill my targets, unlike you," Casey makes fun of Chuck.
"He doesn't need to kill people to be a good spy," Sarah defends Chuck. Morgan grabs a Saw 249 light machine gun. He can barely carry it as he stumbles around.
"This isn't Call of Duty, Morgan," Chuck jokes.
"Oh come on, how cool would it be to use this?" Morgan expresses his need for the gun.
"Put that back, idiot!" Casey grunts at Morgan. Morgan puts it back barely able to hold it up. Casey grabs a .22 caliber revolver. "Here you go. Start with something small." He hands Morgan the little pea shooter of a gun.
"What is this crap? It cannot even hurt a fly," Morgan complains but everyone knows it is a good idea to give him such a small gun. They pack the weapons up and head to the airport to get there tickets and fly to Las Vegas. While on their way Morgan gets curious.
"How do you guys get the guns through the security?" Morgan asks curiously.
"What do you think? You stick them up your rectum," Casey jokes but sounds serious.
"I am not sticking anything in my butt," Morgan assures everyone.
"We have passports that allow us to ship weapons as checked baggage," Sarah answers Morgan seriously. "At least until the CIA decides to cancel our passports." Morgan nods in acceptance as he understands without having to stick anything in uncomfortable areas.
They arrive in Las Vegas at about midnight and they check into a hotel. Morgan and Casey get a room together as Chuck and Sarah get there own room. There were only one bed rooms left so Casey and Morgan had to sleep in the same bed. Casey grunted a lot and Morgan annoyed him greatly. The all went to sleep and woke up the next day at 8 am.
They went over the plan of doing recon work and coming back later tonight to infiltrate the base. Casey rents a car and they head towards the coordinates that Chuck's mom left them. They stop a few hundred feet away from the coordinates spot and look at the place. It is completely empty; just rocks, sand, and cacti.
"Is this a joke, Bartowski?" Casey asks, ticked off.
"No, this is where she said to look for her. Maybe it is all underground," Chuck answers and then suggests hoping he didn't do all of this for nothing.
"That is likely," Sarah concurs with Chuck.
"We should have Grimes walk to the exact position and look for an entrance," Casey suggests.
"Why me?" Morgan is scared and angry.
"We need a way to lure out the enemies," Chuck explains to Morgan.
"But me? I have to do it?" Morgan expresses his fear in questions.
"Grimes, you have the necessary skills to looks for the entrance. You have an earpiece and we will talk you through it," Casey explains.
"Ahh…" Morgan drawls in annoyance. "I'll go. You just want me to look for an entrance in the ground, right?"
"Thank you, buddy. We'll protect you. I promise," Chuck assures Morgan's safety.
"Yes, just look for a door somewhere on the ground in the area," Sarah explains to Morgan contently. Morgan heads out there with his lowly .22 pistol and the skin on his back. He slowly sneaks towards the exact spot as if he was trying to avoid being seen by someone.
"Grimes is an idiot," Casey states as Morgan runs from rock to rock hiding behind each one.
"Lets look closely to see if anything happens," Sarah changes the subject. As Morgan gets closer and closer he acts more ridiculous. He walks out in the open as there is nothing left for him to hide behind. Chuck, Sarah, and Casey are watching carefully with binoculars. A camera emerges from the ground and watches as Morgan flutters around looking for the entrance. Sarah notices the camera and tells Chuck and Casey as they look at it. Morgan keeps walking around as another camera comes up and Casey tells Chuck and Sarah about it. The ground all of a sudden opens up and two men in suits walk out. Morgan sees the ground open and runs for cover. He hides behind a rock and the two men look for him. Chuck, Casey, and Sarah quickly get to Morgan by taking out the two men with a bullet each. They quickly get through the hidden stairwell under the floor before it closes.
"That was too close," Morgan complains; his heart is racing.
"Calm down Grimes, we told you you'd be fine," Casey pretty much calls Morgan a scared girl.
"We need to find my mom. We'll split up," Chuck states to interrupt Morgan and Casey's pointless conversation. "You two go that way, we'll go this way." Chuck motions for Casey and Morgan to head to the right as Sarah and Chuck take the left.
Casey and Morgan sneak through the hallway checking each door. Casey motions for Morgan to stop moving because he sees two guards ahead. Morgan doesn't pay attention and runs right into Casey. Morgan falls back with a loud crash as Casey barely feels it.
"Watch it Grimes," Casey furiously states.
"My bad," Morgan says as he starts to get up.
"Shut up," Casey tries to keep Morgan quiet, but it was too late. The guards heard the crash and are going to investigate. Morgan gets up and notices Casey is gone as the guards appear.
"Hey you! What are you doing here?" One guard says.
"I, uh, am lost. Uh, where is the bathroom?" Morgan scrambles nervously to save himself.
"Put your hands up now!" The other guard yells, not falling for Morgan's bluff. Casey comes out of nowhere and beats down the two guys from behind. As they crash to the ground, Morgan breathes a sigh of relief.
"I can't believe that worked," Casey says surprised.
"I told you I'm a good spy," Morgan feels accomplished. Casey just grunts and keeps moving. Chuck and Sarah are thoroughly checking each room for Chuck's mother.
Chuck and Sarah are going through the hallway with their guns ready as a guard opens a door and hits Chuck with it. At the same moment a guard turns a corner and pulls out a gun. Chuck drops his guns and flashes immediately. He starts fighting the guy who opened the door as Sarah quickly shoots the guy around the corner. Chuck disarms the man quickly and punches him in the stomach. The guy throws a punch at Chuck's face as Chuck dodges it and lands a right hook on the man's jaw. The man goes down and Sarah turns around to help but it was unnecessary.
"Nice one, Chuck," Sarah praises Chuck's skills.
"Not bad yourself," Chuck replies happily knowing she saved his life there.
"Lets keep going." They continue looking through the hallways.
"Haven't we already been here?" Chuck asks.
"I don't know. I don't think so." Sarah answers.
"Everything looks the same," Chuck complains. "We should leave marks at each corner so we know where we've been because it feels like we are going in circles."
"We're going the right way, trust me," Sarah tries to keep Chuck motivated. They continue searching carefully and alert. After a little while longer Chuck complains some more.
"There are so many doors," Chuck whines.
"Do you want to find your mother or not?" Sarah is annoyed with Chuck.
"Ok, ok—" Sarah cuts Chuck off by grabbing his mouth. Chuck mumbles a little as her hand muffs the sounds.
"There are three guards ahead," Sarah whispers quietly into Chuck's ear. She watches closely as the men are all guarding a vault door. "She must be in there," Sarah whispers to Chuck after letting go of his mouth.
"What should we do?" Chuck asks Sarah.
"We either just shoot them all or try to distract them," Sarah gives the options. Chuck thinks of what distractions he can come up with.
"If I throw my jacket out there, they will shoot it and run out of bullets," Chuck cannot think of anything else.
"That is just ridiculous," Sarah shuts his idea down. "I'll get them to come over here and we'll take them out."
"How are you going to do that?"
"This body isn't for nothing," Sarah explains.
"So you do like your body," Chuck jokes.
"Yes, you have a problem with that?"
"No, I just want to say I like it too," Chuck is still not serious, but he does like her body.
"Thanks, now is not the time to talk about my body. We can do that later."
"I'm taking a rein check," Chuck jokes as he peeks to get a glimpse of the guards. He immediately flashes and is ready for a fight. Sarah looks for the opportune time to pop out as she hears three gun shots. "What the heck was that?" Chuck asks.
"I don't know. Someone just shot all of them." Sarah tries to explain. Casey and Morgan walk into Sarah's view and she quickly pops out and motions for Chuck to follow. "Nice job Casey," she compliments him as Morgan jumps from hearing Sarah's voice.
"No problem," Casey responds. Chuck comes out and looks at him in surprise.
"Did it feel like you guys were going in circles too?" Chuck interjects. The alarm all of a sudden starts blazing. The hallway flashes red and the sirens are piercing.
"That's not good," Morgan adds.
"We need to get through this door now!" Casey exclaims.
"Well, lets see," Sarah says as she examines the door. "Well it looks like a retinal scanner and a handprint scanner." Casey immediately picks up a guard's body. Morgan tries to help but can barely lift the body past his knees. Sarah grabs the man's hand and puts it on the scanner as Chuck holds the man's eyelid open in front of the eye scanner. The scanners accept the man and the door unlocks. It slowly opens as the alarm blazes around them. Chuck, Sarah, Casey, and Morgan wait in anticipation as the door creeps open more and more and the building blinks red from the alarm. The door finally opens all the way as they look in shock. They cannot believe what is right in front of them.
