Chapter 6

A/N Thank you for all the review guys. I don't own Chuck.

Sarah rolled over when she felt the mattress dip. "What time is it?" she asked groggily as Chuck got back into bed.

"Still early. Go back to sleep." Sarah had a rare day off and Chuck wasn't due at the BuyMore until noon.

"Where were you?"

"I had to talk to Ellie. She's a little ticked at you by the way."

"Why?"

"Because you didn't ask her to help in your revenge plot against Morgan. She'd wanted to get back at him since he serenaded her in lunch room when she was in eighth grade."

"Which song?"

"The glory of love. He ruined Karate Kid for her."

Sarah let out a snort. "Wish I could have seen that."

"Trust me, you're better off."

"So you roped Ellie in?"

"I had to. One more day of Morgan on Red Bull and I'm gonna use a real gun. Ellie will have a little doctor-patient chat with him to make him aware of the dangers of too much Red Bull. You know, heart palpitations, liver damage, impotency…"

Sarah bolted upright, suddenly wide awake. "What?"

"Sarah, what's wrong?" Chuck sat up too.

"What's wrong is that you…you…you…"

"I what? Sarah, breathe."

"You're not touching that stuff again."

"I'm not…? Oh, Sarah, no, Ellie made that last one up."

"Are you sure?"

"I think so."

"Not good enough, Chuck. No more Red Bull for you. Ever."

Chuck raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll hang up my wings."

"Good." She fell back onto the pillow and pulled the blanket over her shoulders. "Wake me up before you leave."

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF…!"

Both Chuck and Sarah sprang out of bed and bolted to the kitchen.

"Morgan, what's wrong?" They both had guns drawn on him. He was hanging over the sink rinsing out his mouth. He shut the water off and dried his lips with the back of his hand.

"That was awful. No, it was dreadful, horrible, appalling…"

"Morgan, it all means the same thing. What did you do?" Chuck asked as they lowered their weapons.

"I tried to make my own grape soda so I blended some grapes and mixed it with club soda. Then I added lavender bubble bath to make it purple. Trust me, Chuck, just because it's more expensive than regular soap, doesn't mean it tastes any better."

Sarah raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "You know what regular soap tastes like?"

"Yeah," Chuck sighed. "We're nerds, remember? High school was…well, you know." She knew, though everyone at James Buchanan High was well aware that she would probably deck them with a violin if they tried anything like that. She rubbed a comforting hand over Chuck's back.

"You guys better get going or you'll be late for work. I'll clean up," she offered in an attempt to make the two nerds feel better.

Sarah was engrossed in her book when the doorbell rang. Getting up from the couch she made sure her gun was securely tucked in the small of her back. She wasn't expecting anyone, so rather safe than sorry. She opened the door and was greeted by a pimply teenager in a FedEx uniform. His eyes didn't quite make it to above her neckline. Being already annoyed at the interruption and given the fact that it was her day off after all, she responded with "My boyfriend knows kung fu."

The delivery boy's eyes snapped up to hers and he gulped audibly. Wordlessly he held out the clipboard for her to sign, handed over the package and practically ran out the gate. Smiling to herself she closed the door. She examined the parcel marked 'Morgan Grimes'. It didn't take spy to figure out what it was. She tore the brown paper away to reveal a six pack of grape soda. Apparently you can buy anything on EBay. She put it in the kitchen, grabbed her phone and sent a text.

Three minutes later the door opened.

"Hi, Ellie." Sarah gave her a quick hug, careful to avoid the objects in her hand.

"Hi," Ellie greeted back. "I got you message and I brought these." She held up the two syringes. "Why do you need them?"

"You'll see," Sarah responded and Ellie followed her to the kitchen. Explaining what she needed, they set to work as she told Ellie about the happenings of the last few days. Over a few laughs they carefully extracted the soda from the cans and replaced it with Morgan's concoction. Once they were done, Sarah placed the sodas in the fridge and poured them some juice.

"So Morgan tried to make a mobile laptop harness with your bras?" Ellie asked as they made their way back to the living room.

"You should have seen Chuck's face trying to explain why we nearly had grilled underwear for supper. It's adorable how he can still get embarrassed even though he'd seen them a hundred times before."

"Okay," Ellie said holding a hand up, "I'm gonna stop you there. He's still my little brother."

"Sorry," Sarah shrugged. They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting about how overprotective Devon is being about the baby that was on the way. And Sarah made sure she got all the facts about the negative effects of Red Bull.

Sarah had just finished her book when the guys arrived home from work. Chuck leaned over the couch to kiss her. Morgan was practically jumping up and down waiting for them to finish.

"Did a package arrive for me today?" He was as excited as a four year old on Christmas morning.

"In the fridge, Morgan," Sarah answered sweetly and motioned to Chuck with her head as Morgan ran to the kitchen. They watched him yank the door open, grabbing a soda and opening it. He downed the contents. He removed the can from his lips and he swallowed. Then he swallowed again. Morgan studied the can for a moment. His face was a mixture of confusion and nausea.

"What did you do?" Chuck whispered.

"Replaced it with soda-a-la-Morgan," she whispered back.

"What if he starts burping bubbles or something?" A mental image formed at Chuck's words and Sarah lost it.

Morgan finally caught on. "You did this?" he asked incredulously. Sarah nodded. She was laughing too hard to speak. "This was all you? The soda shortage…but how?"

"Super spy, Morgan," Chuck deadpanned, pointing at Sarah. "It's wise to stay on their good side." She had calmed down a bit.

"You couldn't have warned me?" Morgan looked at him accusingly.

"Sometimes you have to learn the hard way, buddy." Chuck turned to Sarah. "Are you even now?" he asked hopefully.

"Almost," Sarah said as she fished his car keys out of his pants pocket. She threw them at Morgan. "Castle. Don't drink too many, you'll get sick."

Morgan didn't have to be told twice. He hightailed out of the door.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because he suffered enough," Sarah answered as she pulled Chuck down towards her, "and we could use a little alone time without our giant two year old."

A/N Don't own FedEx or EBay either. And I want to apologize to Red Bull – for everything. Thanks for reading!