Don't own Chuck

The first rays of sunlight beamed in through the window in Chuck and Sarah's bedroom. The light shined on Chuck's face waking him up. He yawned and rolled over to find Sarah was still asleep so he watched her sleep for a few minutes before he rolling back over then starting to get up out of bed.

"Hey Mister where do you think you're going," he heard Sarah say from behind him. He turned to find Sarah awake smiling at him.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," he said as he turned around and kissed her. "You can take your time getting up. I'll make pancakes and call you when they're ready." But as he said that the plan went out the window when they heard voices from the hall.

"They're back," Sam yelled then they heard little feet running back to their bedroom. Chuck braced himself for what was coming. Sam launched herself like a diver off a diving board into Chuck's arms as soon as she passed the threshold and he caught her on the fly. Clara came in after her looking in from the doorway.

"Shush, we need to be quiet," said Chuck as he waved for Clara to come near. "Listen guys try to hold it down. Morgan is sleeping on the couch so let me go wake him up then I'll make us breakfast."

"While Chuck's doing that I'll get up and get you girls ready. We're going to have to go into work soon so you two are going to have to stay with Kat."

"Oh really, but you just got in." said Sam. Chuck could see Sam wasn't too happy with the idea.

"But first we're going to have pancakes," said Chuck. "After you get ready you two can stay with me while Sarah gets ready. I want to hear about everything that's happen just let me make sure Morgan is decent."

"I think that's a good idea," said Sarah as she got out of bed and put on her robe. She felt like she was getting bigger and bigger every day but she put on her happy face. "Come on girls let's see how we want to get dressed today."

"Morgan it's time to rise and shine we need to go into work," said Chuck as walked back to the living room. "Come on little buddy how late were you up last night?" said Chuck as he opened the curtains in the living room but Morgan was nowhere to be found.

"Sarah," yelled Chuck. "Morgan's not here and it doesn't look like he slept on the couch at all. "I'm going to check the courtyard and over at Casey's. If it's all right with you I'm going to invite them over for breakfast."

"Of course it is," said Sarah as she took the girls in the bathroom to wash their faces and change their clothes before breakfast. Chuck looked out in the courtyard but there was no Morgan. He even checked behind the birds of paradise not that he knew why he just did then he walked across to Casey's and rang his doorbell.

"I should just walk in like he does to us," thought Chuck but the copious amount of firearms Casey had in his apartment stopped him.

"I'll be right there," he heard Kat yell then she came to the door in her robe. "Oh Chuck I guess you're looking for John and Morgan. Well they're not here they went into work early this morning together..."

"They went into work together? You mean in the same car and Morgan was in the car not on the hood like an ornament," said Chuck with a puzzled expression something was wrong with this picture.

"Yes they had something to do together and they wanted to get an early start of it," said Kat. "I assume you'll want me to watch the girls today."

"Yes we'd appreciate it. I'm going to swing by the hospital before I go into work to find out what's going on with Ellie then we're going to get to work finding Alex. I'm making pancakes if you want to swing by for breakfast. Stacks should be up in half an hour."

"Thanks but I've got muffins in the oven. Wait one minute," she said as she ducked back inside then came back out carrying a plate. "These are blueberry and strawberry. You don't have to worry I like you too much to give you John's bran muffins."

"Thanks," said Chuck. He took the muffins and went back to his place setting the muffins in the middle of the table then put on water for Sarah's tea and made a pot of coffee. "Change of plans for breakfast. Kat sent over muffins she just made."

"Great, yummy," said Sam as she and Clara came running. "Kat's muffins are really good while Uncle Casey's are really yucky."

"Oh Sam you shouldn't say that... at least not to his face," said Chuck as he watched the feeding frenzy commence.

"Yes Kat's muffins are better than my Mom's," said Clara as they each grabbed one and started eating like they were starving wayward waifs.

"Hey slow down a little there. Why don't we save a few for Ellie and Devon," said Chuck as he saved a couple for them wrapping them in a paper towel and setting them aside while the vultures picked the plate clean.

"Did I hear Kat made muffins," said Sarah as she grabbed a blueberry one and took a bite while Chuck made her a cup of herbal tea then poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Here you go," said Chuck as he handed her a cup of tea and in exchange she pinched off a bite of her muffin and fed him. "Umm it is good," he said as he took a sip of his coffee. "You want to hear something odd. Kat told me Casey and Morgan went into work early... together in the same car."

"Really after last night they sounded like they wanted to kill each other but I guess they could've made up but... well since I didn't hear Casey here last night, and let's face it it's hard not to hear John especially when he and Morgan go at each other, then Morgan had to have gone to see John."

"I know. But why would he go see John last night unless... oh crap please tell me no I think I know why," said Chuck. He ran into the living room and brought the mainframe back on line then he checked the user history.

"Chuck, Morgan doesn't have remote access to the mainframe. How would he have linked up with Castle from here...," said Sarah then she saw Chuck's face. "That is unless he asked his best friend to login for him and let him use it? Am I close? Oh Chuck you can get in trouble for this."

"You're spot on actually and I know it's against protocol but Morgan was sure Ettore was in Bogotá and he wanted to prove to Casey he knew what he was talking about so I helped him out. The deal was he was supposed to debrief us this morning with what he found out. Oh crap Morgan was right. There at that airfield outside of Bogotá is Ettore's DC-9 you can see the plane. They aren't even trying to hide it it's out in the open and if I zoom in you can read the tail number."

"So he probably went next door told John to show John he was right and then they went into Castle to follow up the lead. I'm sure that's what they did."

"I don't know but we can find out really fast," said Chuck. He had a bad feeling in his gut. He switched to the internal CCTV feed from inside Castle but there wasn't a soul around. "Geez please tell me you don't think that did anything stupid?"

Sarah didn't get a chance to answer before the monitor flickered and General Beckman's unhappy face appeared. Chuck wanted to say 'oh crap' but he decided it would be best to let it play out first.

"Good morning General how's the weather back at Langley today? Too bad you're not here Kat sent over some homemade muffins and let me tell you they are delicious..."

"Can we cut the crap, I was doing fine until I got into the office this morning and was briefed that two of my agents hopped on a charter flight from Bob Hope to Bogotá without approval. Naturally I figured it was you and your furry little friend so I called you thinking I'd be talking to the other Agent Carmichael..."

"But here I am in the flesh so maybe your people got their information wrong. You know people make mistakes so I wouldn't come down on them too hard. Things like this happen."

"What insubordination? I'm not because my Major just passed me a photo that explains everything. It was taken in the airport and guess who's smiling faces I'm looking at?"

"I really couldn't tell you. There are a lot of famous people who travel through Bob Hope. Maybe Tom Cruise or Yvonne Strahovski or that other guy, Zachary Levi you're going to have to give me a clue you see we haven't been up that long and we're meeting everyone else at Castle in a little while to get started planning."

"Really, well let me tell you don't have to wait around for Grimes and the Colonel," said the General as she showed him the photo. The photo was of Casey and Morgan as they walked out to a waiting Learjet with Morgan carrying his backpack with a large Maple leaf.

"Let me explain," said Chuck. "Morgan was right. He found Ettore's plane at a remote airfield Bogotá, Colombia so he and Casey are on their way to retrieve Alex..."

"I won't ask how Grimes found her because I probably don't want to know but the two of them are going into a hostile environment without cover or backup. I knew the Colonel was going to make this personal..."

"General, it's kind of hard not to. Alex is his daughter after all," said Chuck. He saw her raise her eyebrow at him. "What I'm saying if you look at it from his perspective... well it's hard that you not take it personal."

"I expect the Colonel to be professional and dragging Grimes along with him on a suicide mission isn't professional. I knew I should've sent in another team consider yourselves off this mission..."

"Wait a minute Ma'am this might be the wrong time but Chuck has a plan and I think it's a good one," said Sarah. "Just hear him out and it might solve all your problems."

"Well I hope so," said the General. "Awe me Chuck."

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Morgan and Casey arrived late morning at the El Dorado airport and as soon as they pulled into the hangar customs agent pulled up in jeeps to clear the plane and passengers. However, when the agents saw Morgan they stopped dead in their tracks and closed everything up. The senior officer approached Morgan carefully and nervously.

"We're so very sorry Sir we had no idea this was your plane" said the officer as he nervously played with his hat. "Please forgive us if we had known we wouldn't have bothered you."

"No problem I guess," said Morgan as he looked over at Casey trying to figure out what was going on. "If you don't' mind we need to go now we're in kind of a hurry."

"Sure, sure no problem we're out of here and again sorry," said the man as he looked over at his men and they nodded their heads back smiling and sweating at the same time. The customs officers didn't have to be told twice they packed it up and ran. They got out of dodge so fast they could bumping into each other on the way out.

"What was that all about," asked Morgan. Casey just shrugged his shoulders then tossed him two bags to carry.

"I don't know and don't care but you should've had them help us carry our bags," said Casey. "Now were going to have to hump them to the taxi stand. Follow me I know where that is just keep up or I swear I'll leave you behind."

They started walking through the airport but as they walk through the crowd inside parted as they passed by getting out of their way. When they got to the taxi stand all the drivers came running over and helped them in the lead car. After they were load up the driver took off.

"Señors where to," asked the driver as his voice trembled and he nervously looked in the back at Morgan and Casey.

"We want to be taken to El Presidente hotel in plaza Imperial," said Casey as he looked at the driver in the rearview. Sweat was rolling down the man's forehead in buckets but he just thought it was the heat. "Do you know where that's at?"

"Yes, Señors right away," said the driver as he drove across the city to the hotel. The man weaved in and out of traffic driving at break neck speeds honking his horn at scooters that tried to cut him off. When they arrived the driver parked in front of the hotel in a no parking spot.

"Hey you can't park here," yelled the doorman as he came out but as soon as he saw Morgan his face went gray and he backed up. "I'm sorry I didn't know it was you. I'll get someone to take your bags in to your room."

"But we haven't checked in yet," said Casey. But the man brought out a bell hop while he was trying to pay the driver. "How much do we owe you?" asked John but the driver waved nothing as he stared at Morgan. Then he jumped back in and sped off.

"John, what's going on? I know you're kind of scary but why does it seem that everyone is afraid of us?" said Morgan as he and John walked up to the reception deck. Casey just shrugged his shoulder. By the time they got to the desk word must've already arrived they were there because the Manager was standing there to greet them.

"Good day sirs, if you'll kindly follow me I'll take you up to the penthouse suite," said the man as he walked them over to the elevator.

"Don't you want our passports or credit card?" asked Casey but the Manager shook his head. John noticed the manager's collar was wet with sweat.

"No need sirs that's not necessary everyone in Bogotá knows Mr. La Barba and let me say sir it is a true privilege and honor to have you with us again," said the man as the elevator doors opened. He walked them to the suite and opened the doors for them. The bellhop brought their bags up and Casey caught him with a tip.

"Is this the room I usually stay in when I'm here," asked Morgan. The man gave him a puzzled look then laughed. "What's so funny?"

"Funny no not funny," said the manager turning white as a sheet. "I'm sorry but no you asked if you stayed in this room before. This is your favorite spot in all of Bogotá when you're away from your villa. I'll send up a complimentary bottle of Champagne and caviar as soon as I get back to my office."

"Thank you but you can put a hold that," said Casey as he pushed the man out then closed the door behind him.

"John, they think I'm Ettore," said Morgan as he went to a mirror to look at himself. "Do I look that much like him?"

"If you've seen one Troll you've seen them all and we can use this to our advantage," said John as he broke out his tablet then got on google maps for Bogotá. "Grimes get over here and show me where Ettore's hideout is located at."

[Downstairs in the Manager's Office]

The Manager rode the elevator down then when he got off he went straight into his office. He looked around to see if anyone was looking at him then he went inside and he closed the door. Picking up the receiver he placed a call.

"Hey, it's me Juan. You asked me to let you know when Mr. La Barba came to town. Well he just checked into our hotel. He's right now in the Penthouse suite. ... No he didn't bring any men with him just an American. ... Okay I'll try to keep track of him but that's extra. I have a wife and children to think of. ... Okay I'll call you and keep you informed.

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Martin hung up the phone and tried to make sense out of what he was told. He knew Sheila was supposed to meet Ettore that evening and that she went home early to change then she was supposed to be back. But Ettore according to what he knew was supposed to be at his villa on the outskirts of town waiting for her so how could he be in two places at once.

"Listen, I'm going to take an early lunch," he said the one of his men. "I've got my phone on me if you need to get in touch with me. If anyone asks I went out to chase down some intel and grab a bite to eat."

Martin left the office then walked over to the El Presidente hotel which was nearby. As he walked through the streets he turned this over in his head but anyway he spun it, it just didn't make sense. He walked in the front doors then across the entrance hall. The Manager saw him and came out to meet him halfway.

"The party you're looking for just came down and is in the restaurant eating lunch," said the Manager in a low voice. "I hope my services are appreciated and will be remunerated appropriately."

"Don't worry I'll see that you're taken care of," said Martin as he started for the restaurant. What he thought to himself was the Manager was beginning to become a little greedy and soon he'd pay him in lead. But for now he needed his eyes and ears so he'd drop a little extra in his envelope at the end of the month.

Martin walked in and took a seat where he had a good view of the room and the two men sitting in it. But he couldn't get a good look at the short man on the other side of the table because the big man was blocking his view plus the man had a menu up in front of him.

"Can I take you order," asked the waiter standing in front of Martin blocking his view. He wanted to tell the man to move but if he did he was afraid it would arouse suspicion.

"I'll take bowl of Cuchuco," said Martin. The waiter wrote down his order then left going over to the table he was watching. Martin waited but the menu stayed up finally the waiter walked off. A few minutes later the waiter was back carrying a beer he placed in front of the big man.

"Oh my..." said Martin when he saw the menu come down and there sitting across from him was Ettore. But how was that even possible. He touched his piece under his jacket and for a second he thought about going through with what he adviced Sheila to do but more people started to file in.

"Your soup sir," said the waiter as he placed the bowl in front of him distracting him for a moment from his target.

"My what," he said looking at the waiter who blocked his view.

"Your bowl of Cuchuco," said the waiter as he placed it in front of him.

"Right thanks," said Martin but when the waiter walked away Ettore and the American were gone. "Crap," he said as he looked around. He got up dropped money on the table then ran out looking for them.

The Manager understood what was going on when he saw Martin in the lobby looking around. He signaled to him by looking at the front doors. Martin nodded back then hurriedly walked out front in time to see Ettore and the American get into a taxi and drive off. He thought about going after them but he couldn't risk it what if they noticed him from the hotel.

"No Martin, crazy things like this is what gets you killed," he said to himself then he went back to the restaurant and sat down. Luckily the waiter hadn't cleared his table so he finished his bowel of corn and barley soup trying to figure out Ettore's end game. But now that he knew he was in this hotel he knew sooner or later he'd return. He wished he knew where they'd gone maybe that would help him understand what's going on.

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"Grimes explain to me why you couldn't eat anything back at the hotel. You shouldn't be taking your face out in town."

"How was I supposed to eat any om that I didn't know what it was. For all I know they could be serving me goat head like what Sam and her little friend tried to get me to eat. I want you to know I draw the limit at private parts," said Morgan as they pulled up in front of McDonlad's. "And here they let me have it my way."

"I'll let you have it. The only reason I agreed to eat here with you is they serve beer on tap," said Casey as he tried to pay the cab driver but he refused to take his money.

"Di nada buenos dias Señor Di Barba," said the nervous taxi driver who then sped off as soon as they got out leaving them in a cloud of dust.

"Come on," said Morgan. "Let's see if I can get us free Big Macs."

What Morgan and Casey didn't see was there were two men on a motorcycle sitting across the street observing them from a distance. They had followed them from the hotel and were now watching them here.

"Yes it's him," said the passenger into his phone. "I'm sure let me take picture and send it to you then call me back and tell me what you want me to do."