A/N: Casey…well…he has thoughts….As a prereader said, today you're getting a little history lesson with your fic….and Casey's thoughts….

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.


The scene opens with both Chuck and Sarah sitting side by side in the interview area.

"Is there any way we don't have to talk about this part?" Chuck asked. There was no answer, but he was handed an iPad. Chuck took the iPad, anxiety clearly displayed on his face. He blew out a breath, and turned to Sarah. "It can't be that bad." The look on her face showed she didn't believe that.

Text appears on the screen saying, Five Minutes Later

"It was worse than I imagined," Sarah muttered

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Morgan was standing in front of the camera, looking uncomfortable. "Do I really?" he began. There was a noise off camera that resembles a grunt, that sounded suspiciously familiar. Morgan cleared his throat.

"The opinions of John Casey are his own, and do not reflect those of this show." Morgan said, and looked at someone offstage. His eyes went wide as he turned back to the camera, gulped, and continued. "What is true, is The Alaska Purchase saw the Russian Empire transfer Alaska to the United States for a sum of 7.2 million dollars in 1867. Today, that sum would be equivalent to 129 million dollars."

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The camera cuts to John Casey in the interview chair.

"I get it," Casey began. "I totally get it. Years ago, tribes in that land saw things they couldn't understand. I'm not saying they didn't see something, but as things get passed from generation to generation, the owners of that land heard those same stories." Casey trailed off. "Listen, there ain't no damn Big Foot. But you know what is in Alaska? Commies."

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The camera cuts to Chuck and Sarah, each with their hand over their face, groaning.

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The camera cuts back to Casey.

"Who said they ever left Alaska? How do we know they aren't sleeper agents? Huh? Infrasound. Things disappearing." He leaned back in his chair. "KGB psyops. That's what that is."

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The camera pans back to Chuck and Sarah who look extremely uncomfortable.

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The camera goes back to Casey

"Now, I know… know what history says. I know that it wasn't until 1922 that socialism started in Russia." Casey stares at the camera, a disgusted look on his face. "But, for all we know, they planted the seeds long before that. And they kept some of their people there." He paused for a second. "Keep in mind, the Russians sold Alaska to the United States to offset the designs of their greatest rival to the Pacific Ocean, Great Britain. You know what Russia is good at? Spying. So, if I'm going to sell my land, to mess with my greatest enemy, why would I pull out my people? It's the 1860s... How would you know I haven't? Sleeper cells, over generations…" He sat back, his arms crossed, looking proud of himself.

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The camera cuts back to Chuck and Sarah.

"Again, I reiterate, the views of John Casey do not reflect the views of this channel," Chuck said, in a pained voice.

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The camera cuts back to Casey

"There's weird stuff there, has been for years," Casey continued. "The stories of the indigenous tribes, the story of Portlock in the 1940s, and the deaths of the inhabitants that lived there. The loss of congressman Boggs." Casey gave a grim smile. "You know, the member of the Warren Commission that did not believe in the single bullet theory that killed President Kennedy?"

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The camera cuts back to Chuck and Sarah.

"I mean, he is right about Boggs," Chuck said.

"A broken clock is right twice a day," Sarah replied.

"He did just disappear," Chuck insisted. Sarah just stared at Chuck.

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The camera cuts back to Casey.

"Boggs gave a speech on the house floor attacking the FBI and Hoover," Casey continued.

"Wait a minute," came a voice off-camera, sounding like Morgan. "How does that have anything to do with Russia?"

"What if he was onto moles within the FBI?" Casey retorted. "I'm just saying, the guy stirred some stuff up and then disappeared into the Alaskan sky in an airplane, never to be found."

There was silence for a moment. "He was the House Democratic leader," the voice added gently.

"No one deserves to die for that," Casey replied.

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The camera cuts back to Chuck and Sarah.

"You know what, you were right," Chuck said, looking pained.

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The camera cuts back to Casey

"So, I had some friends, retired, that lived in Alaska. I let them know what I was doing, and they agreed to help. Basically bring in supplies by boat, make sure the generator was full, restock ammo if needed. And to watch the camp and record those two during the day if I had to go do some," Casey trailed off and grinned, "night recon."

"But you were supposed to be just the camera guy," the voice off camera argued.

"Listen, I'm NSA. NSA was paying for parts of this. If there was an enemy camp in the woods… hidden…." Casey trailed off. "It was my duty to find it."

"Did you?"

"No, but I'm certain that it was there," Casey said, a grim look on his face.

"Why are you so certain?" the voice asked. Casey didn't answer. "If there wasn't an enemy camp in those woods…"

"There had to be," Casey snapped.

"Why did their have to be?"

Casey sat there, looking irritated. "Because if there wasn't than that meant… that meant something even weirder was going on out there."

"Like… Bigfoot?" the voice asked. Casey just grunted, annoyed.

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The camera cuts back to Sarah in the interview area. Chuck is nowhere to be seen.

"So," Sarah said, looking mildly irritated. "Chuck had agreed to go to Alaska. I mean, I thought it would be fun. I liked him. He was…is… a good guy. Spending time with him, it was the most pleasant assignment I think I had ever been given… and it wasn't an assignment. It was my choice to do it. I thought it was going to be wonderful."

"So it wasn't wonderful?" came what sounded like Morgan's voice off-camera.

"Oh, it was… it's just… I wasn't expecting what happened to happen… about the weird noises, and the things we found," Sarah explained.

"When you say things you found, are you just talking about Bigfoot evidence?" the voice asked.

"We never proved the evidence was Bigfoot related," Sarah replied.

"Fine," came the exasperated voice. "But was that evidence all you were talking about?"

A shy smile covered Sarah's face, and she gave a small head shake. "No," she said softly. She cleared her throat and lifted her head high, the smile growing. "No, it was not all I was talking about."

"So, Chuck agreed to go. What happened next?" the voice asked.

"Chuck slid down a banister," she answered with a grin.

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After dinner, the two had gone to a club that Chuck knew. They were having a blast when Sarah realized he was thinking. She watched his face, and could see his brain working things over. She was worried something was going to go terribly wrong, and that was the last thing she wanted.

"Do we need to talk?" she asked. Chuck pointed to his ear, signaling he couldn't hear her. She leaned in to his ear. "Is there somewhere we can go to talk?" Chuck nodded, worry on his face.

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Sometime later found Sarah on a beach, sitting side by side with Chuck. She was feeling a nice buzz from the mojitos, but at the same time, worry. "I think we'll need three weeks for Portlock," Chuck blurted out. She turned to him, confused. "See, you need to know the history... a briefing, if you will. You never go into a mission without intel, right?"

"No, I don't," Sarah replied, wondering who this man was. Is that what had him worried, her lack of knowledge on the area? She had done some quick research and was going to continue tomorrow, but now… what was he doing?

"I don't know what you believe… or believe in… or…." He trailed off, searching for words. "I've been studying this stuff for a while. I really think, if they'll talk to us, you need to talk to the decedents of Portlock."

"Chuck, I am a trained agent," Sarah began.

"I know you are, but part of that training is gathering intel, knowing what you're getting into," Chuck told her. He was staring at the ocean, an intense look on his face, so he didn't see the smile on hers. While having complete intel was optimal, there were many missions, where that wasn't practical, or just did not happen. But what she was most appreciative about was how seriously he was taking her, as a former agent. He was trying to do right by her.

"I appreciate that," Sarah began.

"We need to talk to the people of Nanwalek," he told her. "That was the village the evacuees from Portlock… or Port Chatman, fled to." He turned to look at her. "They all left the village one night, tired of all the deaths."

"Were most of them Sugpiaq?" Sarah asked. Chuck looked at her, impressed. She grinned at him.

"Yes," Chuck said nodding. There was a sober look on his face. "One of the things they talked about was not to go out on a foggy day, because that's when he's walking around." Sarah stared at Chuck, the seriousness on his face affecting her. "They would warn that you might just run into him, and you don't know what he might do."

"Hey, I'm going to protect you," Sarah told him.

"Yeah, but who's going to protect you?" Chuck countered. "That's why I need you to talk to them." Sarah nodded.

"What else did you learn?" she asked.

"This Bigfoot… it's different," Chuck told her. "Some say it's a supernatural being… some say it lived with the people, and then became… I don't know, he just didn't want to be around them anymore, and moved into the forest. Some say he's an ancient curse that was put on the land."

Sarah found herself struggling to believe any of that, but… why did an entire village leave a cannery, that fed people and gave them work, in the middle of the night?

"He's supposed to have a horrible smell," Chuck continued. "Hopefully I won't resemble it after being out there for two weeks," he muttered. Sarah couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Then there was this reporter who talked to a member of the Sugpiaq that told the reporter that there were no killings. That the people moved away because the culture was changing," Chuck continued.

"So this person said there was no Bigfoot," Sarah said. "Then why are we going?"

"Sarah, she never said there was no Nantiinaq," Chuck told her. "Just the opposite. She said that it did exist, just that the killings weren't real."

"Wait, this entire tribe believes in Nantiinaq?" Sarah asked.

"Well, I haven't talked to them all," Chuck began, making her giggle, and swatting him. "But, yeah, they seem to." He paused for a second. "They all just seem to believe that Nantiinaq moved away from people."

Sarah sat there quietly for a moment. "So, you want to go up to Nanwalek for a week, to get intel, and then to Portlock for two weeks?"

"Yeah, I do," he said nodding.

"Okay," Sarah told him. "Let's do this." Chuck grinned and nodded.

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The camera cuts to Chuck sitting in the interview area.

"And that's the beginning of the events that changed my life," Chuck said with a shrug. "I was Alaska-bound, and everything in my life changed." He paused, and grinned. "For the better."


A/N: Yeah, that was fun to write about Casey.

Next time:

"I'm not going to lie, I was fighting…things…feelings…emotions." She paused. "I'm not great with words, but I had to make sure Chuck knew that I would protect him." She was silent for a moment. "I was glad, deep inside, that Casey forced us into the same sleeping…shack? I guess that's what it should be called."

"Love shack, amiright?" a voice that sounded like Morgan came from off-camera. She shot an attempt at a disapproving look, but couldn't keep the amused look off of her face. She sighed, lifted her hand, and a hand came into frame, high-fiving her. "So, was there anything that you can point to that got to you?"

"Yeah," Sarah said with a smile. "Apple juice."

Apple juice? I mean, who uses food to connotate…feelings. *Watches She Loves Me* Oh….he brought me ice cream…vanilla ice cream… confused? Come back and find out what happens next. Also, if you would like to leave a review they really are nice to read.