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Chuck Vs. The Frozen Heart	By : anonymouse1918 Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 3674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chuck Vs. The Grizzly Bear
- 2-Chuck Vs. The Coffee Thief
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A/N: I do not own "Chuck", any of the characters of "Chuck" or Adam Baldwin for that matter (more is the pity) - No money is made off this and it's purely for entertainment's sake. All ratings and reviews (both good and bad - if bad preferably constructive) gladly received.
Chapter Warning: This chapter has sexual content from the outset (SoloM).
Beta Wanted: This story has not been beta'd and I don't have one. Please - if you'd like to be my beta feel free to contact me.

Chapter Two: Chuck Vs. The Coffee Thief

John grunted his eyes closed as the morning sun filtered through the curtains on his bedroom window to light the room dimly. The alarm had yet to go off and John had found that he'd woken up early and hadn't felt the immediate need to get out of bed and start his normal morning routine. Instead Casey was doing something he hadn't done in quite some time. He was masturbating. Low grunts and groans filled the air as the man massaged his member taking full advantage of it's standing to attention naturally in the mornings. He didn't bother to lube or soften his callous hands in anyway and he didn't use his precum to coat himself either. He didn't feel he needed to. He liked the contrast of the rough skin on sensitive while moving at a slow pace. His fist squeezed at the base, twisting around himself slowly as it moved up changing pressure from hard to softer the closer he got to the sensitive glans then he worked his way down again. John started to pinch and pull at the glans after a while feeling the twinging of response coming from where his arousal was coiled tightly. He let himself pick up pace in time, moving so that his right hand moved ever so slightly quicker over the organ. When his morning alarm went off he slammed his left hand down on it to turn it off without stopping in his ministrations. His eyes were half closed, half open as he let out a low groan in his throat. The sound of his now rapid movement with his hand filled the room along with the increasing groans, everything else a quiet stillness in the apartment. John could feel his heartbeat starting to peak while his breathing was coming in rapid gasps. He was so close... just a little...
Knock, Knock.
A growling, groan ripped from John's throat as he kept going, ignoring the insistent knocking at his door as best he could while desperately trying to finish. Almost there.
Knock, Knock.
There was less groan and more growl now as he could feel his orgasm escaping him. Casey gave a noise of protest in his throat before giving up, getting out of bed and straightening out his nightclothes while throwing on a bathrobe before he went down to see who it was. He checked the camera "peephole" while it scanned for weapons. It was Chuck.
'Bartowski.' he growled under his breath, a angry tic in his jaw and his mouth moving into a sneer. Chuck stood on his doorstep clothed and empty coffeepot in hand. Casey yanked open the door and snarled at Chuck watching with some delight as the younger man cowered back a little bit to avoid his colleague's obvious wrath.
'Uh... Morning Casey. I was wondering if I could borrow some coffee? We ran out because my cousin was visiting... and... well... Morgan without coffee in the morning is... Uh... Never mind... I'll just be going.' Chuck turned and moved to leave. John slammed his door closed, stomped over to his kitchen opening a cupboard, grabbed the unopened packet of coffee in there, stomped back and yanked the door back open. Chuck hadn't had time to move beyond the fountain in the courtyard and at the sudden sound of John's door opening again he turned to see what had caused the second opening. Casey stalked forward and dumped the coffee in Chuck's had before grumbling and stalking back to his own apartment where he proceeded to have a very long, very cold, shower. He severely needed to get laid.
Carpooling with Chuck was almost a torture within itself. He was sitting right next to a man who had no idea what he had interrupted and stopped. Casey had to grip the steering wheel of his Vic harder than usual just so that he didn't reach over and break Chuck's neck. It was going to be hell working all day with those Buy Morons as frustrated as he was. Casey tried to think about the last time he'd had sex. He had almost had sex with Ilsa... that had also been interrupted by Chuck. Casey ground his teeth together - so Bartowski was a cock-blocker? What was the nerd's problem? Just because he wasn't jumping in the sack with Sarah he had to interrupt every time anyone else was getting close? No... Casey came back to his senses. Bartowski had no idea what he was doing this morning (which couldn't really be a cockblock could it? He was doing himself for crying out loud - counting that as a cockblock made you pathetic) and when he tried with Ilsa. Well. He should have known better than to attempt to get his rocks off with an old flame mid mission. So when was the last time he had sex? Damn... Was it really over three years ago? He hadn't even tried when Bartowski had been in training for 6 months in Prague... which he really should have done. A man could be stuck frustrated working every day with the sexual tension rolling off Chuck and Sarah in waves and yet waterboarding was illegal? Go figure.
They walked into the Buy More side by side and before they were even a few feet inside the door Chuck was ambushed by that hairy elf Morgan. John sailed past them both and went to work in appliances. He was about half way through the morning before he felt someone tap him on his shoulder blade. John turned ready to stare the person that dared interrupt him down when he came face to face with a pair of laughing green eyes and a extremely lightly freckled nose so that the freckles were virtually invisible unless you were staring half an inch from the woman's face. He was very nearly doing that as he looked down at her.
'Morning!' her voice was way too cheery for this early in the morning. Or maybe John was just too grumpy. 'You're John Casey right?' the cheery voice continued and Casey narrowed his eyes - his surname wasn't on the name tag. He looked her up and down. She was short at five foot two, about Morgan's height or so, with flaming red hair. He frowned - wasn't there a redhead in Ellie and Devon's apartment last night? Was it the same woman? He hadn't really taken notice of her except to see a bright red patch between Devon and Ellie at their table. John's head went through the immediate possibilities, friends, relations... he paused and remembered that Chuck had said something about his cousin visiting and using up all his coffee this morning. He looked the woman up and down instantly spotting a cup of coffee in one of her, fingerless glove clad, hands and a pastry in the other hand.
'Yeah... You Chuck's cousin?' he asked, his voice remaining gruff, eyes still narrowed. He hadn't being dealing with a customer so he couldn't fob his surliness off on being interrupted while working. It did all come back to pent up frustration. The woman was smiling at him - he guessed she could be considered cute. She had nice straight teeth, which shot down another stereotype about the English if her accent was anything to go by.
'Yeah that's me. Tawnie. Tawnie Cartwright.' she said smiling and holding out the hand with the pastry, then blushed, moved to hold the pastry between her teeth, brush the crumbs on her hand off on her trouser leg then offered it to him again. Casey blinked at it - he never shook hands generally and usually even after this kind of display he would just grunt. He shook her hand. Something about Chuck's cousin was enticing. He wanted to find out more about her.
Only to find out if she was some sort of threat of course, he quickly reassured himself. They hadn't known of any English relatives before now and it was irking that they hadn't done research into that side of the family when they had been marking Chuck out as an asset. He frowned a little down at her when he let go of her hand and stood back from her. Tawnie bit down on the pastry before holding it in her hand again while she chewed on the bite in her mouth, covering it with the hand that held the coffee so that she didn't feel impolite from eating in public. Casey looked a little uncomfortable next to the woman and blinked. 'Uh - are you looking for Chuck?' he asked, his voice was a little less gruff.
'No. I can see Chuck from here. See - he's at the nerd herd desk talking with the hot blonde.' Tawnie said in a still bright voice and pointing past John's shoulder to where Chuck and Sarah were speaking. Casey frowned at the two talking before returning his attention to the diminutive Englishwoman.
'Then uh... can I help you with some appliances?' he shifted uncomfortably. Tawnie hid a smile deftly behind her coffee cup. She hadn't really set out with the intention of unnerving the man - that was a bonus. She'd just wanted to see what he was like up close. So far he filled out that uniform pretty well - Tawnie's mind instantly wondered what else he filled out really well in. She bit her lip and tried to return her focus to where it was supposed to be. She could attempt to talk Casey into her hotel room after her job here.
'Uhm... no. Since I'm... sort of living in a hotel at the moment and they pretty much have all the appliances I could really need.' she smiled at him again before taking a sip of her coffee. 'I just wanted to meet some of the people Chuck worked with - see what they are like and what they think of him. You must be pretty close to him - living in the same building and knowing who I am already.' the lie came as naturally to her as the truth.
'Huh? Yeah. I guess. We carpool.' John said, returning to his gruff demeanor a little. Tawnie frowned wondering what it was that was causing him to be so angry.
'Hey Tawnie - you're English right? I mean like... from England?' Morgan's voice cut across anything Tawnie had been about to say as he came over with Lester and Jeff. John took this as opportunity to escape and Tawnie quickly hid her disappointment at the large man's leaving turning to the three men with a smile.
'Yes. Why?'
'Well, we were wondering. Why is it you are drinking coffee and not like... tea? I mean - isn't that supposed to be what all English people drink?' the other two men nodded.
'Tea's no good in the states. At least - depending upon where you are. Most places don't have the right kind of air pressure for the water to boil properly - and a vast majority of people warm the water in the microwave which well... just is awful - that's not tea. It's ... well ... wrong. Just very very wrong.' she took another sip of coffee after explaining it. She wasn't entirely certain on the "most places" part - she had spent some time in Utah and knew for a fact they didn't have the right air pressure for the water to boil properly but she wasn't sure about everywhere else.
'Oh.' The three men spoke in unison and Tawnie smiled.
'However coffee... now that's something that you guys have down to an art form. Almost as good as the Italians.' she smiled to them all and then moved away. She waved to Chuck on her way out since she had to get ready for that night wondering exactly who it was she was going to meet. Whoever they were. She hoped they had what it took for her to be able to train them properly since not everyone had the potential.

.:~{(-*-)}~:.

'Do you know what's up with Casey recently?' Chuck asked as he turned to Sarah, they were moving through the crowd to sit at a table in back and he spoke quietly enough into her ear so that she was the only one that heard him. The place wasn't as full as usual, quite a few of the people there were CIA agents, although thankfully not half the club this time. Casey was tending bar he was wearing a simple black T-shirt that stretched over his muscles, stylish jeans and a fake goatee that oddly suited him.
'I don't know... but Chuck - focus on the mission.' Sarah said giving him a look that said she didn't want to talk about it. The same look she always gave him when they were on missions and Chuck started talking about his feelings. Chuck nodded a little.
'I know I know. It's just... he's been really gruff recently...'
'Casey's always gruff.'
'He doesn't smile much.'
'He never smiled much.'
'Well... yeah but well. He's even stopped giving so many snide remarks, he's just grunts angrily.' Sarah gave Chuck another "shut-up-we're-on-a-mission" look and returned to scoping the club out for their contact. The sooner they could get this MI6 agent back to Castle the sooner they could find out how soon they could get rid of her. She spotted a small woman in a blue dress that ended mid thigh and hugged tightly to her body. She had a full head of brown hair that was styled in a shabby chic style that flowed down her back.
'I have a possible. Coming up to the bar from 4 o'clock.' Sarah said quietly into her watch and watch Casey give a subtle nod to show that he heard and moved over as the woman rose her hand up to signal the barman.
'Whiskey.' the familiar cheery voice said as a smirk settled over Tawnie's face. She may be wearing a wig but Casey recognized her instantly and felt a sharp shock to his core. Could she? She turned away from the bar to survey the room and that's when Chuck caught sight of her face and let out a groan.
'Oh god! What's she doing here? We have to get her out of here... I can't risk her finding out.' Chuck was saying hurriedly while Sarah told him to calm down and breathe stating it was probably just a coincidence and if they acted normal there would be no problem. John heard them but wasn't paying attention he shifted down reaching for the Jack Daniel's.
'Certainly ma'am... we have some Jack Daniel's if you'd like.' he said in an easy voice. Tawnie smiled a little as she turned back to him and gave him a little wink.
'Working a second job John?' she asked, her eyebrow raised, she didn't mention his goatee and he didn't mention her wig. It was obvious however she was having fun playing with the spy.
'Rent went up.' John replied gruffly, moving forward to fill her glass. Tawnie moved her hand quickly to cover her glass with her hand.
'Hate Jack Daniel's. Bourbon isn't whiskey. You want whiskey... get a malt - anything brewed in Scotland.' she gave another bright grin, mischief sparkling in her green eyes. 'I'll have Glenfiddach if you have any please.'
John, to his credit, didn't even raise an eyebrow at her finishing off the exchange to let them know she was the spy. He had known it somehow in his gut the instant she'd walked up to the bar. Some dark part of his mind that was rebelling the most against his prolonged celibacy noted that he liked her much better as a redhead. Casey shifted and put the Jack Daniel's back while fetching the Glenfiddach and filling her glass.
Chuck was virtually glued to the spot as it sunk in that his cousin was a spy. His cousin wasn't just any spy. She was Nightwolf. She was here to train him.
A short time later the group left the bar, making it look natural as they could and made their way back to Castle, Tawnie following the van. Once they were all in Castle Chuck spent a full minute staring at Tawnie in stunned shock.
'So... Nightwolf huh?' Casey said gruffly as he looked Tawnie over while she removed the brunette wig and shook out her red hair. She grinned at them and nodded.
'Yes. And you're "Team Bartowski".' she smirked a little at John seeing him flinch a little. 'You know - I think I'm going to like this assignment after all.'
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