AN: I know Casey is acting OOC right now but I'm moving his character arch forwards a few years. This is more like Casey from the last season. I like that Casey better. He's all the toughness of Jayne Cobb and all of the warmth of a good father figure.

GREEN WEDDING:

Casey got to the Orange-Orange and shook his head. Say what you will about the CIA but at least they knew how to be subtle. Sitting outside of the yogurt shop were six black SUVs. As soon as he got out of his black Suburban agents started pouring out of the other SUVs, and standing at attention in two rows of ten. Casey shook his head and opened the yogurt shop door. "Get in the damn store before the neighbors think they're being invaded, and for Christ's sake take off the Fucking Sun Glasses! It's almost pitch black out here!" he said before walking to the freezer and opening up Castle.

"Gather round the big screen! Can every one see?" He asked when they all filed in. "Good. The two agents we are chasing are world class. I should know they're my teammates." he said putting Chuck and Sarah's pictures up on the screen. "The nerdy looking guy is agent Charles Carmichael of the CIA. He's more asset then agent. He's a genius at problem solving, and data analysis. He's the brain of the team. He has a photographic memory. He processes mission files like a computer, and he never forgets things. But don't let him fool you, he's very deceptive. He likes to play nerdy and weak, but that's the last thing he is. He's very good at thinking on his feet, and quick to pull the trigger. I like to call him Mad Dog." Casey said trying to keep from smiling. He planed on showing Chuck and Sarah the tape of this. He turned and smiled at one of the cameras.

"The blond is Sarah Walker of the CIA. And before any of you ask, yes she is that Sarah Walker. The woman has been on more missions in the last eight years then most of you put together! Her reputation is legendary and I can say the stories don't hold a candle to the real thing. She's an artist with small arms and edged weapons. She's a master of field craft, and subtly. Three words I see you people don't know. You all stick out like a sore thumb!" Casey said pointing at the group of agents.

"I want all of you tactical guys to lose the black DBU's. You look ridicules! We're not invading a country, we're tracking down two highly skilled agents on the run. Agents lose the ties and shades you look just as bad as the tactical guys. I want all of you to read their files. They have a ten hour head start, but they don't know that. They are going to run as far and as fast as they can. The only lead we have is they might be heading north to Napa. We have two advantages over them. The first is they think they're in love with each other so they won't split up. If they did we would never catch them both. Well definitely not Walker. The second is Carmichael might be a good spy but he's arrogant. He will slip up, and when he does we will get them both. If we catch him and she's not with him it's a lost cause as far as I'm concerned. We are to capture them, not kill them. Am I clear on that? If we start shooting they will return fire and some of you will not make it out alive. We do not have the man power to start shooting at them. Now go change. I want to be on the road in a half hour. Who's going to be his new handler?" he asked and a female agent in the back stepped up to him.

She stood about 5'8" but her high heel put her just over the 6 foot mark. She had green eyes and full red lips. Her deep red hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She had a long graceful neck, and a full chest. He didn't know about size but he knew she was big, even bigger then Walker, and she didn't mind letting the world know. Her shirt was about three sizes too small and the top three buttons were left open, reveling a huge valley of cleavage. She had long sculpted legs that started at her dainty feet and just kept going until they disappeared under her vary short skirt. Casey took one look at her and felt his pulse quicken. She was sex on two very long legs and she was making his pants uncomfortably tight. He was starting to lose faith in Chuck's plan to seduce his new handler.

"Rank and name?" he asked.

"Captain Melissa Barns, sir. What can you tell me about the mark?" she asked with a vapid smile. Casey resisted the urge to face palm. Not only was Chuck going to out smart her he was going to lose his temper before the week was out. Chuck was a very patient man but he would absolutely hate her. She had just heard the briefing he just gave and the first thing she did was call him a mark. Casey was sure it would be easy to get rid of her. Chuck wanted a Fulcrum agent anyways. But that didn't mean she couldn't be used to cut his teeth on. The boy would need some practice. He was going to enjoy Chuck making her look stupid.

"First of all his name is Charles Carmichael. You call him a mark and he will make you pay for it. Second don't talk too much. Your vapid voice is grating. Chuck is a very smart man. He will know what your doing. Don't try to play him. He's too smart for that. Do you wear contacts?" he asked.

"Yes sir. I do. Is that a problem?" She asked I a hurt voice.

"Yes, wear your glasses. It will make you look smarter. Also read his file. Get to know his accomplishments. Get to know the man's work. Respect is going to be your best bet. He knows the score, he knows your tricks. Respect the fact that he is ten times the agent you are and maybe he won't get you reassigned or demoted." Casey said and he kind of felt sorry for her. She was obviously green. She was lucky it was Chuck and not Mad Dog Carmichael. He handed her Chuck's file and walked away.

Chuck and Sarah checked into the MGM Grand and spent the next three days in bed. Sarah put him through his paces. She wanted to make up for the last year and a half. Chuck, for his part, kept up with her and he got the number down from 96 to 75.

On the third night Sarah wanted to check his progress so she set up a test for him. Chuck walked into the small jazz bar and scanned the room. Their she was. Sitting at the bar in a little black dress was Sarah. She had on a red wig, a big smile, and she was sipping something green out of a martini glass. Chuck walked up to the bar and took the seat two over from her. He ordered a black label on the rocks and watched her out of the corner of his eye. He sipped his drink slowly over the next half hour and studied the three men that hit on her with a calculating eye. She was playing a part and it was Chucks job to figure out who she was, what she liked, and how to get her back to the room. It was her job to be as hard to read as she could be. The whole point was to see if he could pick up the subtle hints. The small clues that would help him work his mark over.

Sarah looked down at her small gold watch and started to get worried. What was taking him so long. She was board with all of the men hitting on her and she just wanted to go back up to the room at this point. She saw Chuck talking to the bartender and she was hoping he was about to make his move or she was going to get really pissed off and walk out of here. Getting hit on by balding business men in town for a convention was not her idea of a fun night. She saw Chuck get up from his seat and walk to the bathroom and she narrowed her eyes. He was going to pay for this.

Chuck wave the bar tender over. "Hit me again." Chuck said placing a hundred dollar bill on the bar. As the bartender poured his drink Chuck looked around the bar. "How many other conventions are in town?" Chuck asked.

"A few. That table over there is here for the textile convention. Those five guys are here for the tech convention. And the lady at the bar is here for the furniture convention. Something about cabinets I think. Real boring. How about you?" He asked.

Chuck clocked one of the men from the tech group make his way to the bathroom. "The tech convention. Bring me what ever the lady is drinking and hold my seat will you? I got to take a leak." Chuck said walking away. Chuck walked into the bathroom and nodded to the attendant. He walked up to the tech guy washing his hands. "Hi, I'm chuck." He said holding out his hand.

"Richard. HP design." He said shaking Chuck's hand.

"Richard, I was wondering if you could help me out. I'm here for the furniture convention and I've been wanting to hit on the hot red head at the bar all night but I don't want her to know who I am. We work for competing companies and I don't need my boss finding out I fucked the sales rep, from Simmons." Chuck said smirking.

"How can I help you?" The guy asked looking confused.

"Sell me your name tag and a few business cards." Chuck said.

"I can't do that my boss will be up my ass if I show up tomorrow with out my name tag." Richard said.

"How about if I paid you three hundred dollars for it and I left it with the bar tender when I left?" Chuck said holding out three Ben Franklins.

Richard looked torn. "You'll leave it with the bar tender?" he asked unpinning his nametag.

"You have my word." he said holding out his hand.

"Okay." Richard said handing the nametag over along with three cards.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Chuck said going over to the sink he took a mint. Popped it in his mouth. Spread the candy wrapper out on the sink. Took the baby powder and sprinkled some on the wrapper. He dropped a few drops of water on the powered and mixed it into a paste with his right pinky finger. He spread the paste on his left ring finger and waved his hand around until it dried. Then he hit it with some hair spray. He ran his hands under the tap and carefully dried them. At the attendants raised eyebrow he showed him his hand. It looked like a tan line from a wedding band. He handed the attendant and hundred dollar bill and winked. "Our little secret.

"Right you are Mr. Colson." The attendant said nodding at the tag.

Chuck walked back to his seat and saw Sarah looking mad. He smirked. Sometimes hunting is all about waiting for the right time to take your shot. He said to himself. He picked up the two drinks and nodded to the bar tender. Walking up to her he saw her watch him in the mirror behind the bar. Catching her eyes he winked at her reflection and she turned to him. He set the drinks down at the bar and handed her a card. "Richard Colson, HP Design." He said with a charming smile. She took the card and stuck it in the drink he put in front of her.

"Not interested." She said rolling her eyes and standing up.

"Really? Because you've been watching me for the last hour." He said with a smirk.

"What makes you say that?" She asked.

"Please. Sarah. Are we really going to play this game. We both know what's happening here. Red wig. Tan line on your ring finger. Little black dress. Why don't we just skip over the part where you tell me I'm wrong and lets go right to the part where you tell me you've never done this before. Cheated on the loser of a husband you have at home." Chuck said confidently.

"How dare you think you can know me." She said.

"I know you because I'm in the same boat." He said holing up his hand to show off the tan line. "We don't have to make this a big deal. You're looking to get fucked, and I'm looking for someone to fuck." Chuck whispered into her ear as he ran the back of his hand over her thigh.

She shuddered and glared at him. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said shyly as she fell in to the submissive role by instinct at the touch of his hand.

"I have a room at the MGM. I can promise you pleasure that you've only read about in the trashy romance novels you read at work when you think no one is watching you." He said kissing her ear lobe as he slid his hand further up her leg to the hem of her dress. "No love. No games. No lying. Just the raw sex that you've been craving since you heard about this trip to sin city. No one has to know but us and in the morning you can go back to being Sarah the boring furniture sales rep. Go back to your boring life, and your boring house, in the boring suburbs of what ever Midwest city you're from and back to your boring limp dicked husband that's more worried about his fantasy football team then he is about fucking you the way you want to be fucked. The way you got fucked back in high school when you were getting it from the high school quarterback in the back seat of his car. Raw and hot and wet." Chuck said in a deep voice that had her shuddering and flushed. "Come with me if you want that. If you don't then stay here at this bar and keep living your boring life Sarah." He said walking away. He stopped to talk to the bar tender and then he walked out of the bar.

Sarah took a deep shuddering breath and felt the goose bumps run up and down her arms. She was out of her seat in a flash and walking out of the bar as she exited the doors she felt someone grab her are and spin her around. Chuck pined her up against the wall of the club and kissed her hard taking her muffled protests and pushing his tongue into her mouth. Just as she was getting into it he pulled back and lead her to his lack Mustang. He pulled out of the parking lot and they were getting out of the car before she even realized they had left the parking lot. Chuck handed her out of the car and pushed her back across the hood of the car. He kissed her again and this time she was ready for him. She kissed back with the same amount of heat but she lost focus when his hand found her black silk thong. "How would you like me to fuck you right here in the parking lot? Would you like that? The danger of getting caught turn you on even more?" He asked slipping his finger under the front of her panties and rubbing her clit.

"Yes." She gasped out.

"I'm going to make you cum for me and I want you to be as loud as you want." Chuck said slipping two finger inside of her tight wet sex. She moaned and bit his neck as he hit everyone of her buttons. "Cum for me Sarah. Let go of it all and scream for me." He growled.

"OH MY GOD!" She screamed and fell back on the hood of the car.

"Good. My little slut." He said pulling her black thong off and sticking it in his pocket. "Now you're going to follow me up to my room and you're going to show me how talented your mouth is." He said licking his fingers. She just nodded unable to form words at the moment.

Some time during the early dawn hours Sarah felt him get up and get dressed. When she heard the door close she rolled over and looked around. Her abs were tight and sore. Her legs felt like jelly and the room smelled like sex. She stood up and turned on the lights. She saw a business card on the bed side table. She picked it up and smirked a sexy little smirk. The card read Richard Colson, HP Design. On the back was a hand written note. 'thanks for the wild night Sarah - Not Richard.' "Not Richard, Chuck." She said laying back down.

Chuck came back into the room a half hour later carrying a tray. "I thought you could use something to eat. I was very rough last night and you need the energy." He said softly. As he set the tray down. "I have French toast and OJ, and bacon. I also have a bottle of water and a few Advil for the pain in your wrists." Chuck said blushing and looking down.

Sarah smiled and looking at her red wrists it seamed that Not Richard liked to tie his women to the bed, and Sarah the sales rep. liked to be tied down even more. It was something new for both of them and she could see he was feeling a bit self-conscious about it. She wrapped the bed sheet around herself and took a seat across form him at the table. "Thanks, I could use them." She said smiling up at him.

"Yeah, I don't know where that came from." He said rubbing the back of his neck.

"I do. Sarah the sales rep. was submissive and you picked up on that fact and used it. It was a very good move. Well played Chuck." She said spreading cream cheese on her French toast.

"Yes well, I… I'm not sure how to feel right now and I'd really like it if we just skipped over talking about it for now." He said looking down at his hands.

"Chuck." She said looking at him but he didn't raise his head to met her eyes. "Chuck. Sweetie, look at me please?" She said touching his hand on the table. When he raised his head she saw shame in his eyes. "Hay. Don't give me that look. You have nothing to feel bad about. You gave me exactly what I wanted last night and I'm very happy with your performance. You didn't hurt me. You didn't scare me off. And you didn't make me think for a second that the man I saw last night was anything like you Chuck. You played a part just like I did. Do you think I like playing the Submissive all the time? No, I don't. You know that I don't but last night I wanted to. I wanted you to take me and you did. Chuck if were going to spend the rest of our lives together then you have to understand that I like to play sometimes. Everyone does. It's what makes being with someone more fun. Do I want that every night? No. In fact I don't think I could handle it. But can we go out once in a while and play as Sarah the sales rep and Not Richard? Your dam right we can. I want us to. I want you to let out the dominant side every once in a while. And I want to tie you up sometimes too. Some nights I'm going to want you to hold me and touch me and love me. Some nights I'm going to just make sure you feel loved. We're partners Chuck, it's what being together means to me. We attack every situation as a team. Now if you're still feeling guilty then you can grab that lotion from the nightstand and give me a massage. I think I pulled something in my side last night." She said smiling.

"Are you hurt?" Chuck asked standing up and coming to her side.

"No but I'm sore. In more ways then one you stud." she said kissing him lovingly on the lips. "Now slave, grab the lotion and get to work. I want to feel your strong fingers all over my body." She said picking up her last piece of bacon and walking over to the bed. As she went she let the sheet fall to the floor and she laughed at the grown he made at the back of his throat. She laid out on the bed and looked back at him over her shoulder. "Now Slave! Move your ass." She said pointing to the floor next to the bed.

Chuck smirked and grabbed the lotion. "Yes ma'am." He said falling to his knees next to the bed.

"Ma'am? Do I look like an old lady to you? You will call me Goddess and you do as you are told." She said.

"Yes Goddess." Chuck said laughing.

"I see we like this game more? You like being my slave don't you?" She asked as he started rubbing her shoulder.

"Very much Goddess." He said loving the feel of her soft skin under his fingers.

"Good. I like it too. I think this will happen more often. You need to be shown your place. Now work slave I want to fall asleep to you fingers working their magic." She said sighing as he found a knot in her back.

"Yes Goddess." He said kissing her neck.

"I love you Chuck. Never forget that." She said softly.

"I know and I love you more." He said moving her hair aside to kiss her lips softly as she drifted off to sleep with a happy smile.

The next day was new years eve. They got dressed in eye catching outfits. Sarah in a lime green mini dress, and Chuck in a nuclear green Hawaiian shirt and white khakis. They spent the day casino hopping. The point was to get Casey's attention. For the past three day Casey had lead his NSA hunting party on a wild goose chase across northern California and up into Canada. The trail was way dry and Casey was starting to lose face with his team. So he called them and told them to start the next phase of the plan. So here they were acting like fools, and not agents. As they were walking down the strip Chuck got serous. He pulled her to him. "Marry me?" he asked as she curled up in to his chest.

"Okay?" She asked with a smile.

"No I mean, now, tonight. We can go down the strip and find a little wedding chapel." Chuck said kissing the top of her head.

"Chuck that's not a part of the plan. We have to get spotted and then go our separate ways." She said with a sad smile.

"I know, I just, I don't know? I want to do this before we go. I want you to know that I'm yours. Even though we can't see each other for a while, we will always be together. When you were in that dress shop I went across the street and got these." He said holding out his hand to show her the two rings he bought. One was a simple platinum band, the other one however, was a slim platinum band topped with a big princess cut diamond flanked by two smaller emerald cut diamonds.

"Oh Chuck! It's prefect. I love it." She said running a shaking finger over the ring.

"So will you marry me?" He asked with a shy smile.

"Yes, Chuck. Yes I will. Lest go. I saw a cute little chapel back the way we came." she said taking his hand and dragging him back down the street.

"Okay! I'm coming." He said with a laugh.

They found the chapel she was looking for. It was small. An old couple ran it. The old woman took down their names. Sarah Walker, and Charles Carmichael. She helped them fill out the forms, and printed out there marriage certificate. "Do you have rings." She asked pointing out a case with gold bands.

"We have rings. Thank you." Chuck said showing her the rings.

"Very nice. I'll go see if Jim is done with the last couple." she said before she walked through a curtain.

"Are you nervous?" Sarah asked hugging his arm.

"No. In fact I feel really good. I do want to do this again at some point after this is all done. You deserve a white wedding. Plus Ellie would kill me if we didn't have a big wedding." Chuck said reassuringly, running his hand up and down her arm.

"Yeah, I kind of promised Casey he could walk me down the isle. I don't think he's going to like us getting married without him." She said with a laugh.

"And don't forget Morgan. I think there's a contract somewhere stating he gets to be my best man at my wedding, and I get to return the favor when it's his turn." Chuck said.

"Oh Chuck! I just thought about something. Look at the way we're dressed. The pictures are going to be hideous." She said looking at her lime green dress.

"It's a nice day for a, GREEN Wedding!" Chuck sang as he shook his head to the Billy Idol song.

"Chuck please stop! I can't get married in this! Look at me! I look like a color blind hooker!" She said almost in tears.

"Come on you don't look that bad. Plus think about the story we can tell our kids." he said before making his voice higher. "Daddy why did you and Mommy get married in lime Green? Well little Sarah, me and your mommy were on the run from your uncle Casey and I talked your mommy into marrying me. And because we did it so fast we didn't have time to change." Chuck said softly as he planted little kisses on the top of her head.

"Little Sarah?" she asked with a small smile.

"No? How about Marry? After my mom?" He asked with the same smile.

"How about we talk about it in a few years?" she asked before she planted a wet kiss on his lips.

"Jim's ready for you now. Come on back." the old lady said with a big smile.

They walked up the short isle and stood before an old man in a black suit. He looked down at the card the old lady gave him and nodded. "Since you marked the simple ceremony box I think we can skip most of the pomp and circumstance don't you?" He said with a big smile. "Do you Charles take Sarah to be your lawfully wedded wife. To honor and cherish. For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health. Till death do you part?"

"I do." Chuck said rubbing his thumbs over the back of her knuckles and tears started to fall from her eyes.

"And do you Sarah take Charles to be your lawfully wedded husband. To honor and cherish. For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health. Till death do you part?"

"I do." She said through her tears.

"Exchange rings."

Chuck pulled the two rings out of his pocket and handed her his ring before he slid her ring into place on her finger. She took his hand and did the same thing.

"Then by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." And Chuck did just that. He pulled her to him and planted the powerful kiss on her lips. He kissed her so hard she was unsteady on her feet afterwards. They stood off to the side and posed for a few pictures then they were ushered back to the front of the chapel and asked to wait for the pictures to be done. A half hour after they walked in single. They left marred. They headed back to their room and Chuck carried her across the threshold. He dropped her on the bed and fell down next to her.

"So do you feel any different?" Chuck asked running hand over her back.

"Yes. I'm married! I can't believe it. I never thought this would ever happen." she said looking at her ring.

"Well the night's not over yet. I still owe you 70. I think we can get that number down to 65 before you pass out. What do you say Mrs. Carmichael?" Chuck whispered in her ear. She shivered.

"You are getting way to good at that." she said as she unbuttoned his shirt .

"I learned from the best Mrs. Carmichael." he said as he kissed down her neck.

Casey was not having a good day. Trying to keep a team of NSA agents from finding Chuck and Sarah was really starting to get complicated. To top it all off Melissa kept asking if Chuck really did the things in his file. He was just about to lose it when an agent came running in. "Sir we found them! They just got married in Vegas under the name Carmichael. We have surveillance video of the two of them from the wedding chapel and we got a copy of the wedding photos off the chapel's server. We back tracked them to the MGM Grand." The agent said handing Casey the file with everything in it.

"Gather the team! I want to be on the road headed south in ten minutes!" he yelled. As the agents scrambled to get their gear together Casey looked over the wedding photos. He smiled when he saw the two of them standing together, kissing. They looked terrible. Walker Looked like a hooker and Chuck looked like a random John. It meant a few things. One, they did it spontaneously. Two, they were going to have to have a real wedding. Three, he was going to be there for it. He didn't have a family of his own but those two had warmed their way into his cold dead heart. He found himself smiling more now. Laughing more. Feeling more alive then he had in the last twenty years and it was all thanks to these two. He laughed as he walked out to his SUV. It would take them all night to get to Vegas form here. That should give them enough time to enjoy their wedding night.