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"Stay back!" Casey screamed as he ran toward the restaurant once again. Chuck shut the doors behind him and locked them as he had been instructed. Sitting down, he tried to contact Sarah, but heard nothing. He began to pace, not wanting to be still but not quite knowing what to do.

Suddenly, Chuck heard what sounded like a high pitched-scream coming from outside, but it wasn't like any sort of cry he'd ever heard. He stared at the door for a moment before opening it gingerly in spite of himself. Shawn was running to his motorcycle, screaming like a little girl. Chuck watched as he stopped for a moment and began to dial his phone. He knew that he was probably calling the police, and Chuck didn't know if that was the best thing that could be done in this situation. Besides, what was Shawn thinking, just sitting out there in the middle of the parking lot?

As if that weren't enough, Chuck saw a car pull up behind the restaurant. He strained his eyes to get a good look at the driver and flashed instantly—a FULCRUM agent. There was someone else in the car with him, and without knowing why they were here, Chuck knew things didn't really look too good for Shawn.

He stared at the road before him, considering leaving the van. Yeah, he wasn't supposed to, but maybe he could just…

Without another thought, Chuck ran as fast as he could, took Shawn by the arm, and began to drag him back to the van. "Charles? What are you doing here? What—" Chuck pulled him up into the van and closed the doors behind them.

"What is going on out there? And why…why do you have all of this awesome spy stuff in here? This is seriously cool." Shawn began to take a look around, poking a few buttons. "Did you guys rent this stuff or…" Suddenly, he closed his eyes tight, fingertips to temples. "Oh, sweet Georgia sunshine. You and Sarah are spies, aren't you? How did I not see that? It all makes sense now, Sarah being all secretive and sexy and kung-fuish, and you having that super cool name, Carmichael. What brought you to the Psych office?"

"Oh…uh…you know, I really don't think we should talk about that…uh, I have to contact…someone," said Chuck, sitting down again. He decided to call General Beckman, because he didn't really know what else to do. She answered on a small video screen on one of the van's control panels. "General…uh, we're sort of in trouble here. Casey and Sarah…"

"Who's that?" Asked Shawn. "Hello," he said to General Beckman.

"What is going on?" She asked.

"General, Casey and Sarah are…"

At that moment, Casey unlocked and opened the van door, immediately seeing Shawn. "Bartowski! What is Spencer doing in here?"

"Uh…"

"Major Casey, what is the meaning of this?" General Beckman demanded.

"Uh, I gotta go," said Chuck, ending the call with General Beckman.

Angry, Casey walked over to Chuck. "How did Spencer get in here? Why did you let him in?"

"He was in danger, okay?"

"Excuse me," Shawn began. "How do you know my name? Have you been watching me? Oh, of course you have. You have super cool ninja spy dude written all over you."

Casey grunted and shot daggers and Shawn with his eyes. "Bartowski, we have three assailants downed with tranq darts in that restaurant. I hate to say this, but we need your help."

"Wait a minute—Bartowski? That's your real name? Charles Bartowski?" Said Shawn, almost disgusted.

"Uh, call me Chuck," he replied. "And Casey…you want me to help you drag bodies in here?"

"Cool!" Said Shawn. "Can I help?"

"Shut up and stay here, Spencer," barked Casey. "Bartowski, come on."

Shawn sat in the van door and watched as Sarah, Casey, and Chuck put the downed FULCRUM agents inside. When they had finished, Sarah told Shawn, "Mr. Spencer, I apologize, but I'm afraid you'll have to come back to Burbank with us for tonight."

"What? Why?"

"I understand this must be confusing for you," she said, "but you've been exposed to information that you aren't supposed to know. You'll need to come back to Castle with us until further notice."

"I don't know what the big deal is," Shawn said. "I mean, yeah, I know you guys are spies, but I don't know anything about your mission, or about who the knocked out guys are. Yeah, I know Chuck's last name is actually Bartowski. And it's kinda fun to say. Bartowski. But, I mean, I don't even know what Castle is. Although it kinda would be fun to find out what—"

"Just shut up, Spencer! You're even worse than Bartowski," Casey yelled.

"Okay, what is that guy's problem?" Shawn asked Sarah.

"I'm sorry, Shawn," said Sarah. "Casey, Shawn will ride with you in the van. I have something to discuss with Chuck." Sarah gave Chuck a look that made him gulp.

"Oh, please, don't tell me that—"

"Casey!" Sarah said firmly. Casey didn't say anything else.

Sarah and Chuck got into Sarah's car and Sarah began talking right away. "Chuck, what were you thinking?"

"I don't know, Sarah, okay? I was just looking out for Shawn. He—he was gonna call somebody, and-and there were those FULCRUM agents around, and I thought—"

"Chuck, you disobeyed the orders of me, Casey, and General Beckman! You could've gotten hurt. And, I don't know what's going to happen to Shawn now."

"W-what could happen to him?"

"I don't know, Chuck. We'll just have to ask General Beckman."

They rode in silence for a little while until Chuck said, "I kinda like Shawn."

Sarah smiled faintly. "So do I. Although if I had to work with him I'd probably slit my wrists."

Chuck laughed; then had a thought. "You don't…like him like him, do you?"

"No, Chuck," she said plainly.

They were quiet for the rest of the trip.