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The Wiener Guy - part six
Title: The Wiener Guy
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: R
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
Summary: What if Chuck was gay? Sarah couldn't pretend to be his girlfriend because... well he's gay. What to do? Hmmm. That's a toughie.



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“What do you mean, you’ve broken up?” The General asked.

“Chuck met someone and has decided he would like to pursue a relationship with him,” Casey said, trying his best to ignore the weird looks Sarah was giving him.

“And who is this person?” The Director asked.

“A sandwich maker called Francis Marciano,” Sarah said, “His family is connected to the mafia, but he doesn’t seem to have any part in their dealings. We are keeping a close eye on him though.”

“And after the security breach you just allowed him to start dating someone who could be a member of the mafia?” The General asked sternly.

“Ma’am,” Casey started, “Chuck can be very stubborn when he wants to be. If he wants something, he generally gets it. It’s easier this way. If Marciano is involved in the family business, then we will be able to find out easier than we would if he and Chuck weren’t seeing each other. Plus Chuck is more than likely to accept that he’s no good if we have some actual evidence rather than just take our word for it.”

“And what of his sister?” director Graham asked, “Won’t she be wondering why you broke up?”

“She seems to be disappointed about the break up,” Sarah said, “She thought that he and Casey were, and I quote, ‘cute’ together.”

Casey gave her a look that could kill before turning back to the screen, “Chuck as a date with Francis tonight. We’ll be tailing them closely.”

“Very well,” the general said with a nod, “Keep us updated.”

Casey knew he would be getting a phone call from his mother later though, “Remind me why I shouldn’t hurt you?” he asked Sarah as he turned to her.

“Cause I’m going to help you get Chuck back,” she grinned.

“What?”

“Your mother won’t be happy until you two are dating again, and neither will you.”

Casey frowned, “And just what are you insinuating Agent Walker?” he growled.

Sarah smiled, “You like him,” she said, “And it’s very understandable. He’s cute, smart, funny and has a rather nice butt. Why wouldn’t you like him?”

“You’re deranged,” Casey told her.

“Come on,” she said, “Let’s go follow him and Frankie.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Chuck’s car had been parked for about a half hour. Chuck and Frankie were inside. They were blaring music so loud that neither Casey nor Sarah could make anything out through the bugs, that is if anything was being said at all. Casey was pretty sure he knew what was going on, and it wasn’t hand holding that’s for sure.

Sarah could tell that Casey’s mood was going from bad to worse every second that Chuck spent in that car with Frankie. He’d been in a foul mood since Chuck had met Frankie three days ago and she doubted it would be going away anytime soon. However, after forty minutes, Frankie finally got out of the car, pulling up his fly as he did so. He walked round to the driver’s side and leaned down to give Chuck a kiss through the open window. He stood and waited until Chuck had driven off before going into his apartment and that’s when they saw it.

Francis was a bad boy. A very bad boy indeed. As he walked up the steps to his apartment he pulled something out his pocket and looked like he was slipping it on his finger. And then when he opened the front door a little girl about the age of four jumped up into his arms. He hugged her tight before leaning down and placing a kiss on the forehead of a heavily pregnant woman.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Sarah said as Casey took photographs.

“Explains why he hasn’t been taken out,” Casey said, “I knew the mob hadn’t progressed that much.”

“This is going to break Chuck’s heart,” Sarah said as she did a quick search on the woman. Her name was Isabella and she had went to school with Frankie. They were probably high school sweet hearts.

“He’s been on one date with him, and to his sandwich store of all places. Not exactly a big spender is our Frankie is he? And now we know why. He has a family to support.”

“Yeah but still. Chuck was so sure that he was a good guy.”

“I think we’ve already established that Chuck’s an idiot. Isn’t that why we followed him in the first place?” Casey said as he started up the car and began driving back to his.

Sarah didn’t say much on the drive back. When they got in, Casey printed off a couple of the pictures before emailing the rest to his mother along with a short report of what had happened.

“Let me go speak to him,” Sarah said, “It’ll be better coming from me.”

Casey looked at his watch. It was just leaving ten. Chuck would just be sitting down to play a game, “He’ll be in his room. Use the window,” he said as he handed the pictures to Sarah.

She nodded and headed out of the apartment. When she was gone, Casey picked up his headphones to listen in to the conversation.

“Hey Chuck,” Sarah said as she climbed in the window.

“Sarah? What are you doing here?” Chuck asked her.

“I need to talk to you about Frankie,” she said.

“Frankie?”

There was a silence in which Casey guessed she was handing over the pictures.

“When were these taken?” Chuck asked.

“About a half hour ago,” Sarah told him, “Just after you left.”

“You followed me?”

“Of course. We told you that he wasn’t safe to be around but you went against our warnings and went out with him anyway. And if he’s been lying to you about the fact that he’s not married and doesn’t have children then how can you continue to trust him?”

“Does Casey know about this?”

“He took the pictures.”

“Great. Why didn’t he come over to tell me? I would have thought he would want to have said ‘I told you so’.”

“We thought it would be better coming from me,” Sarah said.

There was another silence before some rustling and then before Casey could figure out what was happening Chuck had burst through his front door.

“Tell me these aren’t real.”

Casey sighed, “They’re real Chuck. He’s married and about to be a father for the second time. It’s why he blew you in the car instead of taking you into his house.”

“Shut up,” Chuck said, throwing the pictures at him.

“Oh so you just blew him then?” Casey asked, finally giving into his anger and jealousy at Chuck going on a date with someone else, “Wasn’t that nice of him.”

“Casey,” Sarah hissed from behind Chuck.

“You know what. Forget it,” Chuck said before turning round and heading back to his room.

“Did you have to do that?” Sarah asked, but Casey didn’t answer her instead walking away into his kitchen where he buried his face in his hands. What was happening to him? Why was he letting Chuck of all people get under his skin? He didn’t know whether he wanted to punch the guy or kiss him and that terrified him.

As his front door slammed shut behind Sarah he collapsed onto the kitchen floor. He should ask for a reassignment. He was getting in way over his head here. But then that would mean admitting to his mother of all people that he had let his defences down once again, not to mention that he couldn’t think of anyone from the NSA who he would trust Chuck with. They were all assholes, and he included his mother in that lot. Speaking of which, Casey pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered it.

“Casey,” he said quietly.

“Major, I just got your email,” his mother said.

“Good.”

“Have you informed the Intersect?”

“Agent Walker just finished speaking with him a few minutes ago,” he told her as he let his head fall back against the cupboard.

“What was his reaction?”

“He was pretty upset, but he’ll get over it. I’ll talk to him in the morning. See if I can convince him to start up our cover again.”

“Good,” she said before changing her tone, “Johnny? Are you okay? You looked a little off colour earlier.”

“I’m fine Ma,” Casey said with a sigh, “Just tired. It’s been a long couple of days.”

“Okay, well make sure you get some sleep. I’ll speak to you in the morning.”

“Night Ma.”

“Goodnight Johnny.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Hey,” Chuck said as he walked into the Wienerlicious.

Casey looked up quickly before turning back to his customer, “I’m working. What do you want?”

“I uh, I told Frankie it wasn’t going to work. That I knew about Isabella and the kids,” Chuck said quietly.

“Good,” Casey grunted before handing the woman her order. Chuck however was still standing there, “Was there something else?”

“Yes, uh...” Chuck looked to where the giggling girls (who had made a return) and the other customers were situated before leaning over the counter, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did last night. It was wrong of me to blame you for what he had done.”

“Whatever,” Casey said, “Just don’t make a habit of it.”

Chuck stood in disbelief as Casey turned away from him and started removing the now cooked wieners from the fryer.

“So um, I’ll just go then. Maybe, I’ll see you later.”

“Come over to mine for six thirty,” Casey told him, “I got something I want to talk to you about.”

“Six thirty. Got it,” Chuck nodded before heading out the door.

Casey waited until he was gone before throwing the empty wiener basket into the fryer and practically running into the store room.

What was wrong with him? Chuck was driving him mad. He had had to turn away from him because he’d been so close to grabbing him and pulling him over the counter so he could kiss him. Maybe once they were a ‘couple’ again things would be better. He would be able to kiss him all he wanted then under the pretence that it was just for their cover. He of course should’ve have spoken to him already about getting back together, but he didn’t want to do it with an audience and so maybe tonight would be a good chance. Walker would be there too and so he would be able to stop himself from doing anything stupid whilst she was hovering over him. Yes, tonight would be ideal.

When Chuck had walked into Casey’s he hadn’t expected Sarah to be there and so jumped a little in surprise, “Hey Sarah. How’re you? Did you enjoy your day off?”

“Not really. I’ve been doing surveillance all day,” She told him as she strapped a gin to her calf.

“Surveillance? On what?”

“Your boyfriend and his family,” Casey said from his desk. Okay, that was maybe a little uncalled for, but he couldn’t help himself, it had just slipped out.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Chuck said through gritted teeth before turning back to Sarah, “So, why were you watching them?”

“We needed to find out if Frankie knew anything about you being the Intersect and if that was his reason for dating you, or if he really was just a closet case,” Sarah told him, “Turns out he’s just a closet case, but he is mixed up in his family’s dealings. He’s not nearly as clean cut as he made himself out to be.”

“What kind of dealings?” Chuck asked.

“Illegal imports, money laundering, drugs, that sort of thing,” Casey said as he swivelled on his chair and stood, “They’ve got some sort of important package coming in tonight from Rome. We’ve got reason to believe that it’ll be weaponry.”

“So what? Are we going in?”

Casey grinned and grabbed a couple of guns, “We’re going in.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

“So what am I doing here exactly?” Chuck asked as he lay sandwiched in between Casey and Sarah.

“The mob families on the east coast imported some weapons last year,” Sarah told him, “We recovered over three hundred different types. Every model had a serial number on the side of the crate. We need you to look at the serial numbers and identify what weapons they’re off loading.”

“What if it’s not weapons?” Chuck asked.

“Well then you try and identify it anyway,” Casey hissed, “And keep your voices down.”


The Marciano family were inside the warehouse that their deliveries went to and it was this warehouse that the three of them were watching. Apparently there were also a number of agents dotted around the docks for back up too. Nothing seemed to be happening though. Chuck hoped this wasn’t going to turn out to be another Zelig situation when all of a sudden, the ten members of the Marciano family that had been in the warehouse, including Frankie, all came walking out, smiling and laughing with each other.

“Walker, you head to the south and secure the area,” Casey said, “Chuck, you’re with me.”

“What I...” But Chuck wasn’t given any more opportunity to argue as Casey lifted him up by his belt and dragged him round to the back of the warehouse. Casey peered in through a window and saw that it was empty except for a large crate. Signalling to Chuck that it was safe he led him inside.

“You recognise any of these numbers?” Casey asked him as they approached the crate.

“No, none of it,” Chuck said, “It must be something new.”

Casey frowned, “Only one way to find out,” he said before taking a large knife out of one of his many pockets and using it to prize the crate open, “Oh shit.”

“What? Oh...” Chuck said as he saw what Casey was staring at, “Is that a...”

“Yup. And a big one too,” Casey nodded as he continued to stare at the bomb, “You know how to defuse it?”

Chuck leaned over to look at the timer that was now at twenty seconds to see if he flashed on anything, “No,” he said quietly.

Casey pulled him back up to a standing position, “Run,” he said, “I’ll try to defuse it.”

“No,” Chuck said, “I’m not leaving you here so you can blow yourself up. You don’t know how to defuse it anymore than I do.”

Casey frowned and took a step into Chuck’s personal space, “Chuck, leave now or I’ll...”

“What? Hit me? Shoot me?” Chuck challenged, his words punctuated by the sound of shooting coming from outside.

“Dammit Chuck! You are more important than me! Now get out!”

“No!” Chuck said again, standing his ground.

Casey looked back at the clock and sighed – nine seconds. Even if Chuck did run now he wouldn’t make it very far, “You’re an idiot. You know that!”

Chuck smiled weakly, “Kinda yeah,” he said with a shrug.

They stood there staring at each other for a couple of seconds before simultaneously turning to stare at the clock – five seconds.

Casey turned back to Chuck and took hold of his shoulders, “Seeing as how we’re about to die there’s no harm in telling you that as stupid as you are, you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met.”

Chuck’s could feel his jaw dropping in slight surprise, but he soon forgot about that as Casey wrapped a strong hand around his neck and pulled him into the most passionate kiss Chuck had ever experienced. He wrapped himself around Casey, gripping on as tight as he could, knowing that this would be his last act as a human being. Kissing Casey.

And then the bomb beeped.

It took them a couple of seconds to register that it had done so before they finally pulled apart and looked at the now blank timer.

“Not a bomb?” Chuck suggested in a rather squeaky voice.

Casey turned back to look at him before jumping back as if he’d been burned, “Walker where the hell are you?” he screamed into his watch.

“I’m right here,” Sarah said as she walked through the front door, looking a little worse for wear, “What’s in the crate?”


TBC