Revenge of the Ex - Ch.1
A/N: This is an experimental sequel to an earlier fic called (Chuck Undercover - Ch.1). The story is Casey/Chuck themed and revolves around Chuck’s mission seducing a dangerous ‘businessman’ called Mitchell. Everything just about goes to hell as he attempts to collect Mitchell’s information on several of his associates, leaving it up to Casey (and Sarah) to once again save the day
Anyhow, I know the title is lacking (quite a bit), but I just finished watching Star Wars and I can’t get it out of my head. *sighs* I know. I suck…
Title: Revenge of the Ex (chapter one)
Pairing: established Casey/Chuck; one-sided OMC/Chuck (which would be Mitchell)
Rating: Nc-17 (overall)
Disclaimer: NBC owns Chuck. Not me.
Spoilers: We’re diving into the second season now. So long as you’ve seen up to about 2.05 you should be safe…
Warnings: look forward to kissing, smutting and all that other stuff as the story progresses; there will be violence and a possible death or two of minor outside characters
Summary: He always thought breaking up with Jill was the worst experience of his life. Boy was he wrong…
Three months.
Chuck doesn’t know why he’s been keeping a tally in his head. It’s not as though they celebrate the fact that they’re together on a regular basis, but Chuck finds it particularly fascinating that Morgan has been able to keep it a secret this long. Well, Sarah knows-she had to be told sooner or later-and Anna knows…but that’s because she’s ‘Anna’. The woman has a way of keeping ahead of her male comrades in the Nerd Herd.
Chuck catches sight of Casey talking to a customer, half-intimidating and half-convincing as he sells another big screen TV to a young man. Casey has a way with people. He can make grown men shake in their boots, although his demanding tone of voice does something entirely different to Chuck nowadays…
He shakes his head and tries to focus. Last night was amazing, but he finds that if he dwells too much on this ‘thing’ going on with Casey, Morgan starts to take notice and pokes fun at him to no end. It’s an absolute blessing that Morgan hasn’t spilt the beans yet. Chuck knows his sister would be ‘accepting’ of his new-found sexual orientation, but her head is divided between work and planning her wedding. Chuck doesn’t want to spring something like this on her now…
…or ever, really, but that wouldn’t be fair to Ellie.
“So…anything planned for tonight?”
Chuck shrugs. He spent the last three nights over at Casey’s (or “Sarah’s” as he told Ellie), but he hasn’t seen Morgan in a while and he has no intentions of ignoring his friend. Morgan’s always been with him, through thick and thin.
“What did you have in mind?”
Morgan grins like a maniac and hops up onto the Nerd Herder desk. If Big Mike saw him he’d have a fit but Morgan’s always been a little weird in a rebellious sort of way. “Video games, pizza-whatever strikes your interest. Anna’s leaving to see her cousin’s baby-shower this weekend, so you know what that means…”
“I’ll warn Ellie.”
“No-I just want to know if…you know…” Morgan glances in Casey’s direction, still somewhat intimidated by the man, and shrugs, “…if you had other plans.”
Chuck yawns and stretches his back. He’s been on the phone all day with customers and his shift is almost over. There really isn’t anything ‘planned’ for tonight, although he’s learned not to make any promises-he can never really tell when someone is plotting to destroy America.
“No, not really, but if not tonight then probably tomorrow. You’re not working Saturday, are you?”
Morgan grins again and Chuck knows his friend heard what he wanted to hear. Morgan only has time enough to grin, though, before he’s slipping off the desk and scrambling into an aisle to avoid Big Mike.
“Walker’s got something.”
Chuck nearly jumps. He’s had the wits scared out of him numerous times before through a variety of reasons, but Casey’s the only real one that enjoys doing it.
Spinning in his chair to face Casey (-who was on the other side of store the last time he checked-), Chuck fits the urge to yawn again and jumps out of his seat to follow after Casey’s quick pace.
“Tired?” Casey grumbles, but it sounds more sarcastic than sympathetic.
“Trust me; it’s got nothing to do with you.”
Casey laughs in a grunting sort of way, “Only you’re stamina.”
Chuck doesn’t want to be caught blushing in the Buy More, so he picks up the pace and almost races Casey across the parking lot to the Orange Orange. They slip behind the counter and into the back just as Sarah rushes across the room to put up the ‘Back in Five Minutes’ sign before joining them downstairs.
He expects to see the General on the big screen, but she’s MIA for the moment and Sarah looks mildly worried. Her general expression betrays nothing of her thoughts, but Chuck’s known her long enough to see the tension beneath the surface…
“Fredo Ercolino-successful business man of a shipping company in Italy,” she begins, sliding a file full of pictures across the table to Chuck. He opens them and she waits for him to flash on the first one before continuing, “Four days ago he was spotted outside Alter & Co.”
He was into the drug ring. Big time-probably one of the leading men. Chuck can see pictures and past reports---nothing that was ever proven but Chuck knows by now that most of the people he encounters are never what they turn out to be.
“So…you’re going to arrest him?”
Sarah gives a small shake of her head, “No. We don’t have enough on him yet. All we know is that Ercolino is here to meet with a few of his other business companions. We don’t know who they are or what they look like…I don’t know how long we have to find them all.”
Chuck’s shoulders droop. Just a little. It had been a while since they’re last mission and he was just starting to get cozy… “We’re not going undercover, are we?”
“We’ll do whatever it takes,” Casey grunts, not sounding too pleased with the situation either.
“Then what will it take?”
“A little outside help,” Sarah explains, lips tight, “Chuck, I need to borrow you from the Buy More.”
“My shift is over in five minutes.”
She still looks tense…
Chuck side-glances at Casey and tries to decipher what the hell is going on right now, but Casey almost looks as confused as he is. The older man shoots him a brief look that betrays nothing and looks back to Sarah.
“Is there…Is there something you’re not telling us, Sarah?”
She sighs, looking a little wearier than usual, and takes a deep breath as though this is going to take her a while to explain, “Chuck…”
-1-Chuck-1-
Tall, dark and handsome, suave in a way that makes mere men look like dogs, Isakov appears to be more Italian than Russian (which, Chuck supposes, is probably why he decided to go with an Italian alias). ‘Mike Mitchell’ is dressed in a sleek gray suit, polished shoes and a small air of victory as he takes a seat in the interrogation room. His dark hair is combed back and his once-tanned skin still looks healthy since his arrest…his blue eyes, however, hide nothing of the cold calculating ex-assassin lurking behind the ever-pleasant façade.
Now that Chuck’s been able to openly admit his bisexuality to himself he can’t deny that Mitchell looks good (really good…just not as much as Casey). He knows Mitchell is a born criminal and that the man will stop at nothing to get what he wants, but sometimes he wonders if Mitchell really liked Chuck for the goofy nerd he was and not just his looks. Chuck’s been told enough times that’s he’s adorable, but so far Jill and Casey are the only two people in history that said they loved him and actually had his trust divested in their words.
Chuck doesn’t trust the devil.
Which is why he’s surprised to see Casey enter the interrogation room five minutes after Mitchell’s been settled inside.
“Is he insane?!” Chuck hisses under his breath. He doesn’t know how sound proof one-way mirrors are and he’d rather not take the risk of letting Mitchell hear him. “Why are we dealing with Mitchell? Better yet-why is Casey in there with him?”
Sarah’s the only other person in the room, but she takes a good long pause before answering as she watches Casey lay out a series of folders across the table, “Mitchell is a professional, Chuck. He’s dealt with the CIA before.”
“And?!”
“He didn’t keep all his information on the laptop. Ercolino was one of Mitchell’s new business partners and Mitchell didn’t keep any files from him or his other business associates. He’s the only lead we’ve got and he asked specifically to deal only with the team that captured him.”
Chuck pales.
Slightly.
“So…” Mitchell begins, glancing briefly at the contents of the first folder before staring up at Casey. His voice sounds different coming from the other room. “…how’s Charles?”
Casey doesn’t say anything.
“I asked to deal with all of you,” Mitchell adds, “including the woman that helped you infiltrate Alter & Co.”
“Why?” Casey presses, the tone of his voice leaving little room for funny business.
“You’re the team that caught me,” he explains, “so it’s only safe to assume you have what it takes to catch Ercolino.”
Casey grumbles something under his breath before sliding the next folder over to Mitchell, muttering a sarcastic “Fantastic,” as he waits for Mitchell to read it.
“I wasn’t asking about the sex,” Mitchell replies.
Chuck can feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he blushes. Sarah tries to cover her mouth as she clears her throat.
Why is it all ex’s have to be bitter?
Neither of the two men say anything as Mitchell’s eyes skim over the information provided to him. Chuck’s seen it all already. They’re pictures and addresses, a few phone numbers and a hotel number-a track list of everywhere Ercolino’s been in the last three weeks. The CIA have nothing on him aside from his infrequent visits to Alter & Co. and the phone calls he’s attempted to make to Mitchell since his sudden ‘disappearance’. Aside from that, Ercolino looks nothing more than the humble grandfather impression he’s been pulling out in public.
After Mitchell’s through with the files, he puts them back neatly into the folders and slides them across the table to Casey, “Well, agent Casey, what would you have me do to capture Ercolino and his associates?”
Casey makes a small laughing noise and leans forward on his elbows, menacingly, “You tell me.”
Mitchell smiles. Unlike Chuck, his smiles fails to reach his eyes, “The day after our little fiasco, I was scheduled to meet Ercolino in Santa Barbara. He said he wanted to make a deal with me but left me with little information. Needless to say, if he thinks I’ve been arrested you can expect to see him ‘gone’ in a couple of days.”
“Who’s to say he doesn’t already think you’re arrested?”
“I know when to lie low,” Mitchell explains, “He’ll wait…but only for so long.”
“So, what? You want to meet with him?”
“I have to. On several occasions. That’s how I’ve been known to do business and anything less than expected would simply scream ‘set-up’.”
“And after Ercolino?”
“Once Ercolino introduces me to his other associates, I will work on collecting them as well. That is, after all, part of our deal.”
“Deal?” Chuck asks, “What ‘deal’?”
“A shorter sentence,” Sarah explains quietly, “and…the equivalence of house arrest for the remainder of that sentence.”
Chuck’s eyes widen just a little, “Not in Los Angeles…I hope?”
“No. Never. As soon as we’re done dealing with Ercolino and his associates, we’re going to relocate him somewhere outside the country.”
Chuck feels a little better after that…until he begins to wonder who Sarah was referring to when she said ‘we’.
Before he can open his mouth, however, she’s already read his mind, “Mitchell doesn’t know about the Intersect, Chuck, just that you were part of the team that brought him down. If you sit out on this mission, he might be suspicious of your relationship with both the NSA and the CIA.”
All Chuck can do is flail his arms a little wildly and gesture meaningfully at Mitchell as the man continues his conversation with Casey, “He’s insane, Sarah! How can we trust him?!”
“We’re not going to let him out of our site, Chuck. And we’ll have extra hands on this mission.” She looks through the window at Mitchell and adds, “You’ll be safe so long as you don’t let anything slip.”
Chuck attempts to glare at her but he knows Casey trumps him in that department and settles for an angry looking semi-frown instead. “Yes, ma’am,” he mutters.
Turning back to the one-way mirror, he stares at Mitchell. Whether or not the man can see him, Chuck is still a little freaked out.
Because the man is staring right back at him.
A/N: Oh well-this was an experiment. I would like to continue the story, but I might just keep it in my journal. Thanks for taking the time to read it anyway.
Next chapter:
(Revenge of the Ex - Ch. 2)
Anyhow, I know the title is lacking (quite a bit), but I just finished watching Star Wars and I can’t get it out of my head. *sighs* I know. I suck…
Title: Revenge of the Ex (chapter one)
Pairing: established Casey/Chuck; one-sided OMC/Chuck (which would be Mitchell)
Rating: Nc-17 (overall)
Disclaimer: NBC owns Chuck. Not me.
Spoilers: We’re diving into the second season now. So long as you’ve seen up to about 2.05 you should be safe…
Warnings: look forward to kissing, smutting and all that other stuff as the story progresses; there will be violence and a possible death or two of minor outside characters
Summary: He always thought breaking up with Jill was the worst experience of his life. Boy was he wrong…
Three months.
Chuck doesn’t know why he’s been keeping a tally in his head. It’s not as though they celebrate the fact that they’re together on a regular basis, but Chuck finds it particularly fascinating that Morgan has been able to keep it a secret this long. Well, Sarah knows-she had to be told sooner or later-and Anna knows…but that’s because she’s ‘Anna’. The woman has a way of keeping ahead of her male comrades in the Nerd Herd.
Chuck catches sight of Casey talking to a customer, half-intimidating and half-convincing as he sells another big screen TV to a young man. Casey has a way with people. He can make grown men shake in their boots, although his demanding tone of voice does something entirely different to Chuck nowadays…
He shakes his head and tries to focus. Last night was amazing, but he finds that if he dwells too much on this ‘thing’ going on with Casey, Morgan starts to take notice and pokes fun at him to no end. It’s an absolute blessing that Morgan hasn’t spilt the beans yet. Chuck knows his sister would be ‘accepting’ of his new-found sexual orientation, but her head is divided between work and planning her wedding. Chuck doesn’t want to spring something like this on her now…
…or ever, really, but that wouldn’t be fair to Ellie.
“So…anything planned for tonight?”
Chuck shrugs. He spent the last three nights over at Casey’s (or “Sarah’s” as he told Ellie), but he hasn’t seen Morgan in a while and he has no intentions of ignoring his friend. Morgan’s always been with him, through thick and thin.
“What did you have in mind?”
Morgan grins like a maniac and hops up onto the Nerd Herder desk. If Big Mike saw him he’d have a fit but Morgan’s always been a little weird in a rebellious sort of way. “Video games, pizza-whatever strikes your interest. Anna’s leaving to see her cousin’s baby-shower this weekend, so you know what that means…”
“I’ll warn Ellie.”
“No-I just want to know if…you know…” Morgan glances in Casey’s direction, still somewhat intimidated by the man, and shrugs, “…if you had other plans.”
Chuck yawns and stretches his back. He’s been on the phone all day with customers and his shift is almost over. There really isn’t anything ‘planned’ for tonight, although he’s learned not to make any promises-he can never really tell when someone is plotting to destroy America.
“No, not really, but if not tonight then probably tomorrow. You’re not working Saturday, are you?”
Morgan grins again and Chuck knows his friend heard what he wanted to hear. Morgan only has time enough to grin, though, before he’s slipping off the desk and scrambling into an aisle to avoid Big Mike.
“Walker’s got something.”
Chuck nearly jumps. He’s had the wits scared out of him numerous times before through a variety of reasons, but Casey’s the only real one that enjoys doing it.
Spinning in his chair to face Casey (-who was on the other side of store the last time he checked-), Chuck fits the urge to yawn again and jumps out of his seat to follow after Casey’s quick pace.
“Tired?” Casey grumbles, but it sounds more sarcastic than sympathetic.
“Trust me; it’s got nothing to do with you.”
Casey laughs in a grunting sort of way, “Only you’re stamina.”
Chuck doesn’t want to be caught blushing in the Buy More, so he picks up the pace and almost races Casey across the parking lot to the Orange Orange. They slip behind the counter and into the back just as Sarah rushes across the room to put up the ‘Back in Five Minutes’ sign before joining them downstairs.
He expects to see the General on the big screen, but she’s MIA for the moment and Sarah looks mildly worried. Her general expression betrays nothing of her thoughts, but Chuck’s known her long enough to see the tension beneath the surface…
“Fredo Ercolino-successful business man of a shipping company in Italy,” she begins, sliding a file full of pictures across the table to Chuck. He opens them and she waits for him to flash on the first one before continuing, “Four days ago he was spotted outside Alter & Co.”
He was into the drug ring. Big time-probably one of the leading men. Chuck can see pictures and past reports---nothing that was ever proven but Chuck knows by now that most of the people he encounters are never what they turn out to be.
“So…you’re going to arrest him?”
Sarah gives a small shake of her head, “No. We don’t have enough on him yet. All we know is that Ercolino is here to meet with a few of his other business companions. We don’t know who they are or what they look like…I don’t know how long we have to find them all.”
Chuck’s shoulders droop. Just a little. It had been a while since they’re last mission and he was just starting to get cozy… “We’re not going undercover, are we?”
“We’ll do whatever it takes,” Casey grunts, not sounding too pleased with the situation either.
“Then what will it take?”
“A little outside help,” Sarah explains, lips tight, “Chuck, I need to borrow you from the Buy More.”
“My shift is over in five minutes.”
She still looks tense…
Chuck side-glances at Casey and tries to decipher what the hell is going on right now, but Casey almost looks as confused as he is. The older man shoots him a brief look that betrays nothing and looks back to Sarah.
“Is there…Is there something you’re not telling us, Sarah?”
She sighs, looking a little wearier than usual, and takes a deep breath as though this is going to take her a while to explain, “Chuck…”
-1-Chuck-1-
Tall, dark and handsome, suave in a way that makes mere men look like dogs, Isakov appears to be more Italian than Russian (which, Chuck supposes, is probably why he decided to go with an Italian alias). ‘Mike Mitchell’ is dressed in a sleek gray suit, polished shoes and a small air of victory as he takes a seat in the interrogation room. His dark hair is combed back and his once-tanned skin still looks healthy since his arrest…his blue eyes, however, hide nothing of the cold calculating ex-assassin lurking behind the ever-pleasant façade.
Now that Chuck’s been able to openly admit his bisexuality to himself he can’t deny that Mitchell looks good (really good…just not as much as Casey). He knows Mitchell is a born criminal and that the man will stop at nothing to get what he wants, but sometimes he wonders if Mitchell really liked Chuck for the goofy nerd he was and not just his looks. Chuck’s been told enough times that’s he’s adorable, but so far Jill and Casey are the only two people in history that said they loved him and actually had his trust divested in their words.
Chuck doesn’t trust the devil.
Which is why he’s surprised to see Casey enter the interrogation room five minutes after Mitchell’s been settled inside.
“Is he insane?!” Chuck hisses under his breath. He doesn’t know how sound proof one-way mirrors are and he’d rather not take the risk of letting Mitchell hear him. “Why are we dealing with Mitchell? Better yet-why is Casey in there with him?”
Sarah’s the only other person in the room, but she takes a good long pause before answering as she watches Casey lay out a series of folders across the table, “Mitchell is a professional, Chuck. He’s dealt with the CIA before.”
“And?!”
“He didn’t keep all his information on the laptop. Ercolino was one of Mitchell’s new business partners and Mitchell didn’t keep any files from him or his other business associates. He’s the only lead we’ve got and he asked specifically to deal only with the team that captured him.”
Chuck pales.
Slightly.
“So…” Mitchell begins, glancing briefly at the contents of the first folder before staring up at Casey. His voice sounds different coming from the other room. “…how’s Charles?”
Casey doesn’t say anything.
“I asked to deal with all of you,” Mitchell adds, “including the woman that helped you infiltrate Alter & Co.”
“Why?” Casey presses, the tone of his voice leaving little room for funny business.
“You’re the team that caught me,” he explains, “so it’s only safe to assume you have what it takes to catch Ercolino.”
Casey grumbles something under his breath before sliding the next folder over to Mitchell, muttering a sarcastic “Fantastic,” as he waits for Mitchell to read it.
“I wasn’t asking about the sex,” Mitchell replies.
Chuck can feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he blushes. Sarah tries to cover her mouth as she clears her throat.
Why is it all ex’s have to be bitter?
Neither of the two men say anything as Mitchell’s eyes skim over the information provided to him. Chuck’s seen it all already. They’re pictures and addresses, a few phone numbers and a hotel number-a track list of everywhere Ercolino’s been in the last three weeks. The CIA have nothing on him aside from his infrequent visits to Alter & Co. and the phone calls he’s attempted to make to Mitchell since his sudden ‘disappearance’. Aside from that, Ercolino looks nothing more than the humble grandfather impression he’s been pulling out in public.
After Mitchell’s through with the files, he puts them back neatly into the folders and slides them across the table to Casey, “Well, agent Casey, what would you have me do to capture Ercolino and his associates?”
Casey makes a small laughing noise and leans forward on his elbows, menacingly, “You tell me.”
Mitchell smiles. Unlike Chuck, his smiles fails to reach his eyes, “The day after our little fiasco, I was scheduled to meet Ercolino in Santa Barbara. He said he wanted to make a deal with me but left me with little information. Needless to say, if he thinks I’ve been arrested you can expect to see him ‘gone’ in a couple of days.”
“Who’s to say he doesn’t already think you’re arrested?”
“I know when to lie low,” Mitchell explains, “He’ll wait…but only for so long.”
“So, what? You want to meet with him?”
“I have to. On several occasions. That’s how I’ve been known to do business and anything less than expected would simply scream ‘set-up’.”
“And after Ercolino?”
“Once Ercolino introduces me to his other associates, I will work on collecting them as well. That is, after all, part of our deal.”
“Deal?” Chuck asks, “What ‘deal’?”
“A shorter sentence,” Sarah explains quietly, “and…the equivalence of house arrest for the remainder of that sentence.”
Chuck’s eyes widen just a little, “Not in Los Angeles…I hope?”
“No. Never. As soon as we’re done dealing with Ercolino and his associates, we’re going to relocate him somewhere outside the country.”
Chuck feels a little better after that…until he begins to wonder who Sarah was referring to when she said ‘we’.
Before he can open his mouth, however, she’s already read his mind, “Mitchell doesn’t know about the Intersect, Chuck, just that you were part of the team that brought him down. If you sit out on this mission, he might be suspicious of your relationship with both the NSA and the CIA.”
All Chuck can do is flail his arms a little wildly and gesture meaningfully at Mitchell as the man continues his conversation with Casey, “He’s insane, Sarah! How can we trust him?!”
“We’re not going to let him out of our site, Chuck. And we’ll have extra hands on this mission.” She looks through the window at Mitchell and adds, “You’ll be safe so long as you don’t let anything slip.”
Chuck attempts to glare at her but he knows Casey trumps him in that department and settles for an angry looking semi-frown instead. “Yes, ma’am,” he mutters.
Turning back to the one-way mirror, he stares at Mitchell. Whether or not the man can see him, Chuck is still a little freaked out.
Because the man is staring right back at him.
A/N: Oh well-this was an experiment. I would like to continue the story, but I might just keep it in my journal. Thanks for taking the time to read it anyway.
Next chapter:
(Revenge of the Ex - Ch. 2)