Revenge of the Ex - Ch. 2
A/N: I’m glad you guys didn’t think my idea for a sequel wasn’t too over the top, so I’ve decided to continue. Thanks for all your support. I’m always happy to entertain.
Title: Revenge of the Ex (chapter two)
Prequel: (Chuck Undercover - Ch.1)
Pairing: established Casey/Chuck; one-sided OMC/Chuck (Mitchell)
Rating: Nc-17 (overall)
Disclaimer: NBC owns Chuck. Not me. Oh-and Tony Camonte is from Scarface (I don’t own him either).
Spoilers: Up to (and including)2.05
Warnings: the usual song and dance. I’ll give you a heads up if there’s anything particularly nasty in future chapters
Summary: He always thought breaking up with Jill was the worst experience of his life. Boy was he ever wrong…
Casey has many things to thank Mitchell for-one of which is for being an effective mood-killer.
Chuck is stone cold the whole night through and doesn’t budge an inch under the quilts. He’s lying on his side, back to Casey, and barely even breathes, almost as though he’s holding his breath in. Usually Casey can tell whether he’s awake or not, but tonight he’s met his match. Chuck successfully beats him in one area of his expertise.
The morning isn’t much better either. Chuck shuffles out of bed and into the shower before Casey deems it necessary to wake up, and by the time Casey’s dressed Chuck has already grabbed a bite for breakfast and headed out the door.
All in all, Casey can’t blame him. ‘Mitchell’ was a problem they had to face several months ago, never thinking they would have to deal with him again. Casey’s not exactly pleased with the new arrangement with Mitchell, but at least Chuck understands the importance of using the man’s knowledge to send another batch of money-grubbers to jail.
Even if he doesn’t like it.
“We’re not alone,” Casey explains once they hit the road. Chuck glances curiously at him out of the corner of his eye, and Casey continues, “We have backup for this mission. You’re level of interaction with Mitchell will be kept to the bare-minimal.”
Chuck looks a little less stressed, running a hand through the mess of wavy curls he calls his hair. He didn’t dry it well enough this morning. “And what exactly is the ‘bare-minimal’?”
“Ideally, no interaction at all. Maybe you’ll show up at a briefing together, but that’s the most of it. Walker and I plan on taking on the blunt of this mission.”
Chuck sighs like a giant weight’s been lifted off his chest. “Thanks, but this is Mitchell. How do you know he won’t pull something on us?”
“He won’t,” Casey affirms. His voice is solid; unwavering-he leaves no room for doubt.
Chuck looks visibly relaxed when Casey spares a glance at him at the next red light, but Casey’s still on edge. He’s prepared to do everything in his power to protect the kid but even he knows Mitchell isn’t an amateur. Mitchell spent three months in an underground isolation chamber and sometimes ‘three months’ is more than enough time to cook up a wicked idea.
He just hopes Chuck doesn’t get involved with it.
-1-Chuck-1-
He’s felt better since talking with Casey but he jumps when Morgan startles him at the Nerd Herder desk and he stiffens every time a tall, dark-haired gentlemen strolls into the Buy More. He’s never seen so many of them at the store in one day…either that, or he’s never taken much notice of them before.
When Sarah catches him during his break for a meeting at the Orange Orange, Chuck feels butterflies in his stomach. He hasn’t done anything wrong, nobody is threatening him with a gun-he feels pathetic with how paranoid he’s acting.
“Ercolino is throwing a banquet tonight at the Luxe Hotel on Sunset Boulevard. Mitchell’s made contact with him this morning and has reserved a place for both himself and two other guests.”
Chuck is somewhat confused.
He stares at the projection of General Beckman on their HQ’s big screen and narrows his eyes at the old woman ever so slightly. If that’s all she had to say, why was he called here? “Um…that’s nice.”
“You, Mr. Bartowski, will be attending the banquet this evening.”
The warning bells start going off inside his head and his heart nearly stops. “Wait-we’re talking about the same criminal here, right? Why would I need to go?”
Sarah stares at him from across their mini conference table and gives him an empathetic look. “Ercolino’s other associates will be there. We want to know their involvement with both him and Mitchell.”
“They’re bad, what more do you need?”
“We need something a little more substantial than that Mr. Bartowski.”
Casey’s brows furrow a bit wearily and he leans forward on the table with his elbows. “Catch them ‘in the act’, so to speak.”
Chuck swallows nervously, “But am I going to be with Mitchell or am I going to be a waiter…or…something else…”
“Agent Walker and agent Casey will be attending as his guests. We reserved another two tickets for both you and agent Clark. Additionally, we’ve taken control of security at the function. If anything happens, the Intersect’s well-being is their top priority.”
Chuck always feels a little down-sized when she refers to him as a computer…
“You’re only expected to stay an hour,” Sarah adds, “As soon as you get enough information, agent Clark will escort you from the hotel.”
‘Easier said than done,’ he thinks, but he trusts both Sarah and Casey-and he’s prepared to trust agent Clark. They haven’t failed him yet.
But there’s always a first time for everything…
-2-Chuck-2-
He’s pretty sure he tied his bowtie wrong otherwise Clark wouldn’t have had to fix to save him from asphyxiation. The NSA agent is short and petite, but she’s as tough as nails. Clark’s a brunette and although she doesn’t talk much she stares at everything with a look of skepticism.
When they meet at Sarah’s apartment, he’s only brave enough to offer her a polite nod.
Luckily, she deems it alright to return the favour.
They work the room exactly how Chuck was taught -say little, smile a lot and laugh at every joke he’s told. When an older couple asks Chuck who his lovely guest is, he remembers the look Casey had in his eye when Sarah introduced Chuck to Clark and tells them that it’s his sister. Clark’s pleasant façade almost cracks at the corner of her smile, but she nods and laughs a little as the couple remarks how wonderful he is for taking her.
The grip on his arm tightens almost painfully when the couple moves along.
So far as bad guys go, Chuck flashes on two men near the entrance (both of them thugs from Italy) and a retired assassin (once called ‘Rickman’) near the pool area. He figures the big guns must be somewhere near Ercolino-either that, or they’re not there at all. That would be the smart thing to do.
Then again, Chuck’s run into some pretty dumb baddies in his days…
“Do you have anything?”
Chuck shrugs, wondering toward the bar where a group of tall, almost-menacing guys have stopped to chat with one another. “Nothing exciting. Just small stuff.”
Clark sighs and Chuck can sympathize with her.
This is going to be a long night.
-3-Casey-3-
He trusts Mitchell about as far as he can throw him but the slick inveigler has a way with words and he charms his way past chatty couples almost as though he was nothing more than a passing breeze. Casey actually almost feels like dead weight as he leads Sarah by her arm after Mitchell. The man introduces them as old friends and then moves along.
They step outside beneath a tall towering sun umbrella and each of them takes a drink from a passing waiter. There are round tables set all along the pool, able to seat eight to ten people each in large cushioned chairs, and the primary source of light comes from several candles adorning each table. Dusk has almost faded entirely and a few of the staff members have brought out large posts to light for a little additional illumination.
Casey spots Chuck and Clark inside near the bar.
“Where are you meeting Ercolino?”
Casey turns back to the conversation and looks first at Sarah, then Mitchell. The man fiddles with the cuff of his left sleeve and stares across the pool. “He said he would meet me outside.”
“Why?”
Mitchell averts his gaze to her and gives her a small knowing smile, “So we are both seen alive together by the public.”
“He doesn’t trust you,” Casey grunts in mocking sort of way.
Mitchell shrugs, “Mr. Ercolino is a hopeless romantic, but he's also old and cautious. As soon as I speak with him tonight, you’ll have nothing else to worry about.”
Sarah glances at Casey, one eyebrow raised, but doesn’t say a thing. Instead, her eyes fall on someone approaching their small group from behind Mitchell.
“Mr. Mitchell?”
The criminal turns and smiles politely to the elderly man that offers his right hand. Mitchell shakes it, somehow managing to look humble, and nods his head ever so slightly.
“Mr. Ercolino, I apologize for missing our previous appointment.”
“Trouble?” the old man asks, a faint Italian accent evident in his voice, “We’ve all have our own problems, sir. As you can imagine, I was very happy to hear from you this morning.”
Casey almost feels like rolling his eyes. If Ercolino thought Mitchell had any interesting information concerning the NSA or the CIA, he was in for a surprise.
Then again, Mitchell was one hell of a liar.
“Yes. There are a few things I can tell you about my experience.”
“Oh, please do,” the man gestures welcomingly toward the inside portion of the hall and then does a double-take on Casey and Sarah, “So these are your guests. I apologize-I am Fredo Ercolino.”
“Daniel Steele,” Casey says as he shakes the man’s hand. Then he nods at Sarah, “And this is my fiancée, Joanne.”
Ercolino shakes hands with Sarah and his smile warms up just a little more. The gold band on his ring finger glitters in the candlelight and Casey can only imagine how ‘in-love’ the man must be with his wife. The reports state that he’s been married for over thirty years, has four children and twelve grandchildren-Mitchell wasn’t lying when he said Ercolino was a hopeless romantic. Casey wonders if the man really would lower his guard over two supposed lovebirds.
“Wonderful! I hope you enjoy the dinner tonight. I promise to return Mr. Mitchell to your company before long.”
Casey and Sarah smile-and watch as Mitchell is led away by the fatherly man. It’s all a part of the plan. Security has its eyes locked on Mitchell, and Mitchell knows that he has no hope of escaping the hotel without being mortally wounded.
Casey still feels like something is going to go horribly wrong.
His thoughts immediately wander off to Chuck…
-4-Chuck-4-
He doesn’t have time to thank the waiter for the drink she gave him before he flashes-big time. His eyes glide across a tall, burly, scar-faced man near the hall entrance and a thousand images fly past his eyes. Money, drugs, torture-the list goes on.
“Him.” Chuck states in a voice that sounds remarkably void of emotion. Clark is visibly surprised the unusual tone and follows his eyes to the criminal’s back.
Said scar-face is tailing a young lady-and no, he doesn’t mean Tony Camonte.
“We-” Clark starts to say, but Chuck is a bigger than her and is able to drag her a few feet forward before she digs her heels into the ground. “What are you doing? You’re not supposed to-”
“Just trust me, okay. You’re tough and you’ve got a gun.”
“But you-”
Chuck pushes his way through the crowd-apologizing as he almost knocks a young gentlemen’s glass out of his hand-and bursts out of the hall into the literal hallway. Stumped by what he should do next, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out-
-a paperclip…
Someone in heaven must be laughing at him right now.
“Hey, miss!” He yells, catching attention of both scar-face and the woman, “I think you dropped…this?”
The blonde frowns curiously at his outstretched hand. Scar-face, on the other hand, notices Clark for the first time and horrified recognition crosses his face before he swears and starts off down the hallway in a mad dash.
Beside Chuck, Clark grins in a nasty way and takes off after him.
He’s surprised to see she can sprint in stilettos.
The blonde steps aside as Clark picks up the pursuit and looks to Chuck for answers-but her eyes widen slightly as they fall on whoever’s standing behind him.
Chuck’s almost too scared to find out.
Slowly, he turns on his heel and glances back at two burly gentlemen that are built like professional football player and could probably kill him with one punch. He smiles weakly-and then takes off after Clark like a man on a mission.
The goons come after him.
He can’t see Clark, so he takes the first turn and barrels down the hallway past a waiter with a cart loaded with food, somehow managing to slip through the small space between it and the wall without knocking anything over. His first pursuer has to slow to push the cart aside and that gives Chuck enough time to turn another corner-
-almost running into two gentlemen.
Both men stop suddenly and turn around to face him. One is shorter than Chuck and is old enough to be somebody’s grandfather. The other…well, the other…
Mitchell has a small smile on his face and glances only briefly at the two thugs turning the corner before he steps up to Chuck, slides a hand behind his neck and kisses him fully on the lips.
If Chuck had still been a proverbial ‘virgin’, he probably would’ve freaked out immediately. But the feeling of Mitchell’s lips against his own is familiar and having Casey around on a regular basis has gotten him accustomed to kissing someone slightly taller than himself.
Mitchell’s hand is warm and his lips are soft. When the man breaks the kiss, he steps beside Chuck and lets his hand fall down to Chuck’s lower back.
“This is Charles,” he introduces, “my fiancé.”
Chuck pales.
Casey is going to kill him…
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed chapter two. If anything is off or if I missed a grammar mistake, don’t be afraid to yell at me.
Thanks for reading!
Next chapter:
( Revenge of the Ex - Ch.3 )
Link to Chapter one: Revenge of the Ex - Ch.1
Title: Revenge of the Ex (chapter two)
Prequel: (Chuck Undercover - Ch.1)
Pairing: established Casey/Chuck; one-sided OMC/Chuck (Mitchell)
Rating: Nc-17 (overall)
Disclaimer: NBC owns Chuck. Not me. Oh-and Tony Camonte is from Scarface (I don’t own him either).
Spoilers: Up to (and including)2.05
Warnings: the usual song and dance. I’ll give you a heads up if there’s anything particularly nasty in future chapters
Summary: He always thought breaking up with Jill was the worst experience of his life. Boy was he ever wrong…
Casey has many things to thank Mitchell for-one of which is for being an effective mood-killer.
Chuck is stone cold the whole night through and doesn’t budge an inch under the quilts. He’s lying on his side, back to Casey, and barely even breathes, almost as though he’s holding his breath in. Usually Casey can tell whether he’s awake or not, but tonight he’s met his match. Chuck successfully beats him in one area of his expertise.
The morning isn’t much better either. Chuck shuffles out of bed and into the shower before Casey deems it necessary to wake up, and by the time Casey’s dressed Chuck has already grabbed a bite for breakfast and headed out the door.
All in all, Casey can’t blame him. ‘Mitchell’ was a problem they had to face several months ago, never thinking they would have to deal with him again. Casey’s not exactly pleased with the new arrangement with Mitchell, but at least Chuck understands the importance of using the man’s knowledge to send another batch of money-grubbers to jail.
Even if he doesn’t like it.
“We’re not alone,” Casey explains once they hit the road. Chuck glances curiously at him out of the corner of his eye, and Casey continues, “We have backup for this mission. You’re level of interaction with Mitchell will be kept to the bare-minimal.”
Chuck looks a little less stressed, running a hand through the mess of wavy curls he calls his hair. He didn’t dry it well enough this morning. “And what exactly is the ‘bare-minimal’?”
“Ideally, no interaction at all. Maybe you’ll show up at a briefing together, but that’s the most of it. Walker and I plan on taking on the blunt of this mission.”
Chuck sighs like a giant weight’s been lifted off his chest. “Thanks, but this is Mitchell. How do you know he won’t pull something on us?”
“He won’t,” Casey affirms. His voice is solid; unwavering-he leaves no room for doubt.
Chuck looks visibly relaxed when Casey spares a glance at him at the next red light, but Casey’s still on edge. He’s prepared to do everything in his power to protect the kid but even he knows Mitchell isn’t an amateur. Mitchell spent three months in an underground isolation chamber and sometimes ‘three months’ is more than enough time to cook up a wicked idea.
He just hopes Chuck doesn’t get involved with it.
-1-Chuck-1-
He’s felt better since talking with Casey but he jumps when Morgan startles him at the Nerd Herder desk and he stiffens every time a tall, dark-haired gentlemen strolls into the Buy More. He’s never seen so many of them at the store in one day…either that, or he’s never taken much notice of them before.
When Sarah catches him during his break for a meeting at the Orange Orange, Chuck feels butterflies in his stomach. He hasn’t done anything wrong, nobody is threatening him with a gun-he feels pathetic with how paranoid he’s acting.
“Ercolino is throwing a banquet tonight at the Luxe Hotel on Sunset Boulevard. Mitchell’s made contact with him this morning and has reserved a place for both himself and two other guests.”
Chuck is somewhat confused.
He stares at the projection of General Beckman on their HQ’s big screen and narrows his eyes at the old woman ever so slightly. If that’s all she had to say, why was he called here? “Um…that’s nice.”
“You, Mr. Bartowski, will be attending the banquet this evening.”
The warning bells start going off inside his head and his heart nearly stops. “Wait-we’re talking about the same criminal here, right? Why would I need to go?”
Sarah stares at him from across their mini conference table and gives him an empathetic look. “Ercolino’s other associates will be there. We want to know their involvement with both him and Mitchell.”
“They’re bad, what more do you need?”
“We need something a little more substantial than that Mr. Bartowski.”
Casey’s brows furrow a bit wearily and he leans forward on the table with his elbows. “Catch them ‘in the act’, so to speak.”
Chuck swallows nervously, “But am I going to be with Mitchell or am I going to be a waiter…or…something else…”
“Agent Walker and agent Casey will be attending as his guests. We reserved another two tickets for both you and agent Clark. Additionally, we’ve taken control of security at the function. If anything happens, the Intersect’s well-being is their top priority.”
Chuck always feels a little down-sized when she refers to him as a computer…
“You’re only expected to stay an hour,” Sarah adds, “As soon as you get enough information, agent Clark will escort you from the hotel.”
‘Easier said than done,’ he thinks, but he trusts both Sarah and Casey-and he’s prepared to trust agent Clark. They haven’t failed him yet.
But there’s always a first time for everything…
-2-Chuck-2-
He’s pretty sure he tied his bowtie wrong otherwise Clark wouldn’t have had to fix to save him from asphyxiation. The NSA agent is short and petite, but she’s as tough as nails. Clark’s a brunette and although she doesn’t talk much she stares at everything with a look of skepticism.
When they meet at Sarah’s apartment, he’s only brave enough to offer her a polite nod.
Luckily, she deems it alright to return the favour.
They work the room exactly how Chuck was taught -say little, smile a lot and laugh at every joke he’s told. When an older couple asks Chuck who his lovely guest is, he remembers the look Casey had in his eye when Sarah introduced Chuck to Clark and tells them that it’s his sister. Clark’s pleasant façade almost cracks at the corner of her smile, but she nods and laughs a little as the couple remarks how wonderful he is for taking her.
The grip on his arm tightens almost painfully when the couple moves along.
So far as bad guys go, Chuck flashes on two men near the entrance (both of them thugs from Italy) and a retired assassin (once called ‘Rickman’) near the pool area. He figures the big guns must be somewhere near Ercolino-either that, or they’re not there at all. That would be the smart thing to do.
Then again, Chuck’s run into some pretty dumb baddies in his days…
“Do you have anything?”
Chuck shrugs, wondering toward the bar where a group of tall, almost-menacing guys have stopped to chat with one another. “Nothing exciting. Just small stuff.”
Clark sighs and Chuck can sympathize with her.
This is going to be a long night.
-3-Casey-3-
He trusts Mitchell about as far as he can throw him but the slick inveigler has a way with words and he charms his way past chatty couples almost as though he was nothing more than a passing breeze. Casey actually almost feels like dead weight as he leads Sarah by her arm after Mitchell. The man introduces them as old friends and then moves along.
They step outside beneath a tall towering sun umbrella and each of them takes a drink from a passing waiter. There are round tables set all along the pool, able to seat eight to ten people each in large cushioned chairs, and the primary source of light comes from several candles adorning each table. Dusk has almost faded entirely and a few of the staff members have brought out large posts to light for a little additional illumination.
Casey spots Chuck and Clark inside near the bar.
“Where are you meeting Ercolino?”
Casey turns back to the conversation and looks first at Sarah, then Mitchell. The man fiddles with the cuff of his left sleeve and stares across the pool. “He said he would meet me outside.”
“Why?”
Mitchell averts his gaze to her and gives her a small knowing smile, “So we are both seen alive together by the public.”
“He doesn’t trust you,” Casey grunts in mocking sort of way.
Mitchell shrugs, “Mr. Ercolino is a hopeless romantic, but he's also old and cautious. As soon as I speak with him tonight, you’ll have nothing else to worry about.”
Sarah glances at Casey, one eyebrow raised, but doesn’t say a thing. Instead, her eyes fall on someone approaching their small group from behind Mitchell.
“Mr. Mitchell?”
The criminal turns and smiles politely to the elderly man that offers his right hand. Mitchell shakes it, somehow managing to look humble, and nods his head ever so slightly.
“Mr. Ercolino, I apologize for missing our previous appointment.”
“Trouble?” the old man asks, a faint Italian accent evident in his voice, “We’ve all have our own problems, sir. As you can imagine, I was very happy to hear from you this morning.”
Casey almost feels like rolling his eyes. If Ercolino thought Mitchell had any interesting information concerning the NSA or the CIA, he was in for a surprise.
Then again, Mitchell was one hell of a liar.
“Yes. There are a few things I can tell you about my experience.”
“Oh, please do,” the man gestures welcomingly toward the inside portion of the hall and then does a double-take on Casey and Sarah, “So these are your guests. I apologize-I am Fredo Ercolino.”
“Daniel Steele,” Casey says as he shakes the man’s hand. Then he nods at Sarah, “And this is my fiancée, Joanne.”
Ercolino shakes hands with Sarah and his smile warms up just a little more. The gold band on his ring finger glitters in the candlelight and Casey can only imagine how ‘in-love’ the man must be with his wife. The reports state that he’s been married for over thirty years, has four children and twelve grandchildren-Mitchell wasn’t lying when he said Ercolino was a hopeless romantic. Casey wonders if the man really would lower his guard over two supposed lovebirds.
“Wonderful! I hope you enjoy the dinner tonight. I promise to return Mr. Mitchell to your company before long.”
Casey and Sarah smile-and watch as Mitchell is led away by the fatherly man. It’s all a part of the plan. Security has its eyes locked on Mitchell, and Mitchell knows that he has no hope of escaping the hotel without being mortally wounded.
Casey still feels like something is going to go horribly wrong.
His thoughts immediately wander off to Chuck…
-4-Chuck-4-
He doesn’t have time to thank the waiter for the drink she gave him before he flashes-big time. His eyes glide across a tall, burly, scar-faced man near the hall entrance and a thousand images fly past his eyes. Money, drugs, torture-the list goes on.
“Him.” Chuck states in a voice that sounds remarkably void of emotion. Clark is visibly surprised the unusual tone and follows his eyes to the criminal’s back.
Said scar-face is tailing a young lady-and no, he doesn’t mean Tony Camonte.
“We-” Clark starts to say, but Chuck is a bigger than her and is able to drag her a few feet forward before she digs her heels into the ground. “What are you doing? You’re not supposed to-”
“Just trust me, okay. You’re tough and you’ve got a gun.”
“But you-”
Chuck pushes his way through the crowd-apologizing as he almost knocks a young gentlemen’s glass out of his hand-and bursts out of the hall into the literal hallway. Stumped by what he should do next, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out-
-a paperclip…
Someone in heaven must be laughing at him right now.
“Hey, miss!” He yells, catching attention of both scar-face and the woman, “I think you dropped…this?”
The blonde frowns curiously at his outstretched hand. Scar-face, on the other hand, notices Clark for the first time and horrified recognition crosses his face before he swears and starts off down the hallway in a mad dash.
Beside Chuck, Clark grins in a nasty way and takes off after him.
He’s surprised to see she can sprint in stilettos.
The blonde steps aside as Clark picks up the pursuit and looks to Chuck for answers-but her eyes widen slightly as they fall on whoever’s standing behind him.
Chuck’s almost too scared to find out.
Slowly, he turns on his heel and glances back at two burly gentlemen that are built like professional football player and could probably kill him with one punch. He smiles weakly-and then takes off after Clark like a man on a mission.
The goons come after him.
He can’t see Clark, so he takes the first turn and barrels down the hallway past a waiter with a cart loaded with food, somehow managing to slip through the small space between it and the wall without knocking anything over. His first pursuer has to slow to push the cart aside and that gives Chuck enough time to turn another corner-
-almost running into two gentlemen.
Both men stop suddenly and turn around to face him. One is shorter than Chuck and is old enough to be somebody’s grandfather. The other…well, the other…
Mitchell has a small smile on his face and glances only briefly at the two thugs turning the corner before he steps up to Chuck, slides a hand behind his neck and kisses him fully on the lips.
If Chuck had still been a proverbial ‘virgin’, he probably would’ve freaked out immediately. But the feeling of Mitchell’s lips against his own is familiar and having Casey around on a regular basis has gotten him accustomed to kissing someone slightly taller than himself.
Mitchell’s hand is warm and his lips are soft. When the man breaks the kiss, he steps beside Chuck and lets his hand fall down to Chuck’s lower back.
“This is Charles,” he introduces, “my fiancé.”
Chuck pales.
Casey is going to kill him…
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed chapter two. If anything is off or if I missed a grammar mistake, don’t be afraid to yell at me.
Thanks for reading!
Next chapter:
( Revenge of the Ex - Ch.3 )
Link to Chapter one: Revenge of the Ex - Ch.1