Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Walker, Casey. My office!" Langston boomed from his office door.

"What did you do?" Sarah asked Casey, as the two stood. Sarah Walker and John Casey were two of the best detectives in the entire LAPD. They were also two most likely to do whatever it took to arrest those that deserved it. They didn't break the law, but they used every bit of it to their advantage.

They were both former spies, one CIA, the other NSA who gotten tired of sneaking into various places to collect intel. They believed in their oath…their duty, but they preferred to help their local community.

"I didn't do anything," Casey said, sliding on his sports jacket as the two walked to Graham's office. "You did punch that suspect the other day."

"He was running, I told him if he ran I would punch him," Sarah protested.

"I told you not to wear those heels," Casey reminded her.

"They weren't heels," Sarah said, rolling her eyes. "I had that thing to go to, we were supposed to be off the clock."

"We're never off the clock, Walker, and thing?" Casey asked, chuckling. "It's called a date."

"It was a disaster," Sarah said, sighing. "I'm going to turn into the female version of you."

"Watching old Regan movies and eating Hot Pockets for dinner every night?" Casey asked, opening the door for her.

"No," she chuckled. "But old black and white comedy movies and Lean Cuisine…that's a definite possibility."

They sat down in front of Graham. "I prefer eighties cop shows and Marie Callender," Graham told them.

"On a fancy night, I do like the chicken pot pie," Casey admitted. Sarah shook her head and snorted at the two. "Walker got us in trouble for punching the perp?"

Sarah shot Casey a look. "No," Graham answered. "And, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." He paused. "That's what you get for wearing heels."

"They weren't heels," Sarah said. "You two wouldn't know heels if I hit you in the head with one."

"She's right," Casey admitted. "What's up then, Boss?"

Graham sighed. "First, I know you two are gonna hate this, but…"

"Shit, political," Casey muttered.

Graham nodded. "You know with the scandal, the Mayor needs a big win right now."

"How is his war on crime going?" Sarah asked, batting her eyelashes. Graham roared with laughter. The current Mayor had promised huge changes in policing, and had truly done nothing, except require more paperwork to get additional funding.

"So, he's trying to find a big story to divert his….situation," Graham began.

"Is that the one where he was caught with the prostitute, after his family values speech?" Casey asked.

"No, I think it was the one where he got caught snorting cocaine after his war on drugs speech," Sarah rebutted.

"It's safe to say neither of you are voting for him," Graham deadpanned. "Now, seriously." Graham put a warrant in front of them. "For about three months, we've had a complaint from Ted Roark about the center near his home."

"The one that helps out the low income families in the neighborhood?" Sarah asked.

"I see Teddy's plan to buy up all that property failed," Casey muttered. "What was his plan, to put a mall there?"

"I heard the word regentrification and tuned him out," Sarah admitted.

"Teddy is saying there is dog fighting being held there once a month," Graham told them.

"Christ," Casey muttered.

"I originally put Pattel and Barnes on it," Graham began.

"Oh Lord," Sarah muttered.

"I know how you both feel about them," Graham began, and he quickly held up his hand to stop them from commenting. "However, they have put in the work. Once a month, shelters are bringing dogs to the center, and they bring back fewer than they take." Sarah and Casey shared a look.

"Okay," Sarah said. "I get a dog fighting scandal would be news, but not enough to make people look past the mayor."

Graham grinned. "That's why you two are my best." Graham took a deep breath. "You know the center's biggest donor is Chuck Bartowski?" Both of them nodded. "Each Friday before this alleged dog fighting is happening, a semi bed of dog food is delivered to the shelter. Chuck Bartowski is the one paying for it."

"And there it is," Casey said. "The mayor had his chance to take down a big fish in this town."

"Why us?" Sarah asked. "You don't take detectives off cases." Graham was silent. "Unless you're told to." Graham shrugged, noncommittally, but it was clear Sarah was right. "How do we play this?"

"As gently as possible," Graham said.

"You sure you have the right two detectives for this?" Casey asked.

"That's why Sarah is lead," Graham told Casey.

"Good call," Casey admitted.

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Sarah shook her head. The parking lot was full. She could hear dogs barking. "If that rich asshat has dogs fighting…." She trailed off.

"Just don't shoot him," Casey told Sarah. "That's way too much paper work."

"Might be worth it," Sarah told Casey. She knocked on the center's door. There was no answer. She opened the door. "Police!" She looked inside and saw no one. "Casey?" She walked in, with Casey following her. There was a sign that pointed to the stairs that lead downstairs. The sign simply read, "Puppy Party."

"Okay, you can shoot him, but please do it in the junk," Casey said.

Sarah said nothing and went downstairs, Casey following her. The stairway opened at the bottom and both Sarah and Casey were confused at what they saw. The basement was an open floor plan. There were tables set up on one side, on the other side were three pens. In each pen were dogs, and they seemed to be separated by age groups. The first pen were puppies. The last pen were older dogs, and the middle pen seemed to hold any dog that didn't fit that age category. Inside the pens were children, and adults, playing with the puppies, and dogs.

"Hi, Chuck Bartowski," came the voice to her side, nearly making Sarah jump. She turned to him and felt something in her hitch. She had seen pictures of him before, but there was something about him… "Have you been to a Puppy Party before?"

"Sarah Walker, John Casey," she said pointing to John. "We're LAPD detectives, we have a warrant."

Chuck's eyes went wide. "The lawyers assured me I didn't need any permits," he said. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, please don't arrest anyone."

"What is your fault?" Sarah asked.

"The Puppy Party," Chuck told her. "I was just trying to help."

"What exactly is a Puppy Party, Mr. Bartowski?" Casey asked.

"Oh," Chuck said, his eyes lighting up. Sarah couldn't help but feel something tug inside of her at the smile that came to his face. "So many kids can't afford to have a dog because of the cost. The city was putting dogs to sleep and I just couldn't let that happen."

Casey looked around. "Not seeing any dog fights," he muttered.

"Why would you?!" Chuck asked, aghast.

"That's what the warrant is over," Sarah said gently.

"Oh my God, we would never do that," Chuck insisted.

"We're seeing that," Sarah said gently. "Do you care to tell us how this works?"

"So, we bring in the kids and their parents so they can pet dogs, and just get used to being near them," Chuck began. "For some kids that is huge. Then we have people to talk to the parents about owing dogs and what has to be done. For some families, finances are a hurdle."

"Dogs can be expensive," Sarah said. Chuck nodded.

"So, what we do is we have vets here that volunteer to check out the dogs each month if someone adopts a dog." Sarah's eyes went wide. She turned to look at the tables and realized that what was happening on the other side of the room.

"Then, we also give them enough food for the month," Chuck continued. "In fact, you don't even have to have adopted a dog from here. The catch is, one of our vets have to look at the dog so that we can make sure they aren't being abused in any way, and that the dog isn't sick."

"Huh," Casey grunted. The two turned and looked at the big man. He was watching the puppy pen.

"That's Brad," Chuck said softly. "He's non-verbal autistic, but he loves the puppies."

"They are trying to lick his face off," Sarah said.

"Yeah, he loves it," Chuck admitted, laughing.

"Well, I think-" Sarah began.

"Walker, can I talk to you a minute?" Casey asked. Chuck nodded and stepped away from the two. "So, it's obvious nothing nefarious is going down here. However, Teddy's an ass."

"So we need to stay," Sarah said.

"Well, here's the thing, I'm getting looks, and I know why, I look like a cop," Casey said.

Sarah stared at him for a minute. "Casey, are you trying to set me up with Chuck?"

"No," Casey said shaking his head. "But if you moon any more over the man, I'm going to throw up from the lady feelings." Casey held up his hand to cut off her protests. "Do you have anything else you have to do tonight, or rather do? And before you answer, look at the puppy pen."

Sarah turned and saw Chuck in the puppy pen, the puppies all over him, licking his face. He was laughing gleefully.

"No," Sarah admitted.

"I'll write the report, you stay, okay?" Casey said. Sarah nodded. Casey walked away, and Sarah turned back to the puppy pen. Chuck waved her over.

"Might as well," Sarah said, and headed over.

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Three months later.

"I know there is something illegal going on down here!" Teddy screamed, coming down the stairs.

"Mr. Roark," Sarah said, walking up to him. "I'm LAPD detective Sarah Walker, may I help you?"

"I know there is illegal dog fighting going on down here!" Teddy insisted.

"Baby, everything okay?" Chuck asked, walking up to Sarah.

"Everything's fine, Chuck," Sarah said, slipping his arm around him. "I was just explaining to Mr. Roark how the Puppy Party worked." She turned to Chuck. "Can he adopted a puppy?"

"Absolutely," Chuck said. Roark shook his head, turned and went upstairs. "I loathe that man," he muttered.

"Oh, I kind of like him," Sarah said. Chuck gave her a look and she reached up and pulled him in for a kiss. When they broke apart, she grinned at him. "I mean, he did introduce us after all."

"He's the greatest man ever," Chuck said, making Sarah laugh.