It was another day at the Buy More and Chuck was busy on the phone when Morgan appeared beside him.

"Chuck, we have an emergency. We need to talk."

"I'm on the phone." Chuck said pointing to the phone.

" Shh. Not here, not here. There are spies at the Buy More."

Chuck stood up quickly. "Spies, really?"

"Yeah. Yeah, Tang's minions, man. " Chuck then relaxed."They're everywhere. He's like Sauron from Lord of the Rings. Only, he's taken control of the assistant managership."

" Yeah, from me. Right, thanks for the reminder."

"Got it, man. Listen, we need your help."

"Help, what am I supposed to do? I'm- "

"Just one small hobbit? So thought Frodo Baggins, my friend. So thought Frodo Baggins. "Morgan said shoving a paper in his face.

""Rules and regulations for the Buy More break room. From the desk of Harry Tang"?"

"He doesn't even have a desk. This is an affront to human decency. "

You then came walking in, seeing Chuck and Morgan at the Nerd Herd desk and walked over to them.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey Y/N." They said at the same time in a monotone voice.

"Whoa. What's going on?"

"Harry Tang is what's going on." Morgan answered as Chuck was looking at the paper.

"Oh God... I don't even work here and I can't stand him."

Chuck began to read the rules out loud. ""No swearing. No expectorating. No fornicating. " Wait, have people been getting freaky in the breakroom?"

"No, no. But I like to know that I have the option."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Typical Morgan.

"Okay, so it's a little strict." Chuck said.

"It's torture, man. The no-drug policy includes Red Bull. "

"Oh, ouch. I remember the last time you tried to detox."

"Oh yeah... that was rough." you added.

" How am I supposed to move electronics with the sweaty shakes?"

"I'm sorry, fellas, but is this the Talk More?" Harry said coming out of nowhere.

" No, sir. It's the Buy More." Morgan said in an annoyed tone.

" So why don't you get back to helping these customers... buy more electronics, Mr. Grimes" Harry just stared at Chuck and Morgan than quickly over to you and then walked away, sippin on his coffee.

"I'm sorry, but is Harry wearing a new assistant-manager polo shirt?" Chuck asked.

"It's monogrammed."

"He must be stopped."

"Want help?" you asked.

Morgan pointed at you, giving you a thumb's up while Chuck winked at you which made you blush.

Casey then appeared in the corner and you and Chuck saw him. He pointed over to the home theatre room and you both quickly walked in as Morgan went back to work.

"Wow. That new High-Def screen sure shows every wrinkle." Chuck said as you both walked in sitting on the couch.

"They can hear you." Casey said.

" What? Twinkle. Every twinkle in her eye. Eyes." Chuck said trying to fix himself but failing.

"We have a situation. A CIA asset has gone missing. We've had no communication from him for two days." General Beckman said and then showed a photo of a man.

" No way." Chuck said leaning forward. You looked over at him.

"What is it Chuck?"

"Did you flash?" Sarah asked.

" No, I don't have to. That guy was my professor at Stanford."

"Seriously?" you asked.

" Wait. Asset, he's CIA? My professor was a spy?"

"The CIA recruits on campuses across the country. Professor Fleming is a company scientist, not an operative." Sarah said.

"Wait were there any at UCLA?" you asked, curious now.

"Oh yeah." Casey said.

Your eyes widened.

"This is our last communication from him." Director Graham said as he began to play the recording.

"This is Glass Castle reporting hostile contact. I made a mistake, Black Coat. I copied intel for myself onto a disc. They're after it. I know I shouldn't have." Professor Fleming's voice was cut off by a big bang and that was the end of the recording.

"Do we know what intel he copied?" Sarah asked.

" We don't. " Beckman said.

"He's handled many sensitive projects for us. Any leak could prove devastating." Graham added.

"How can we help?" Casey asked.

"Fleming has contacts in L.A. If we find him, you can extract him." Graham said.

"We'd like your help on this, Chuck." Beckman asked.

Chuck eyes went wide as did yours as you turned to look at Chuck.

" Look, I don't think I'm your go-to guy on this one." Chuck said honestly.

" Your knowledge of Fleming and Stanford is key here." Beckman argued. "We only have his official reports. You have a personal connection."

"Yeah, I do have a personal connection. Very bad personal connection. You guys have the file. You know all about Fleming and what happened to me. The guy kicked me out of school."

"Please don't make him do this Beckman." you said stepping helping Chuck. "You still have me and I can flash on stuff. I know I didn't go to Stanford but who cares. Let Chuck stay out of this one please." you pleaded now.

Chuck looked over at you, feeling super grateful for you. You looked back at him and gave him a soft smile as you reached over, grabbing his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Professor Fleming is one of us." Sarah said looking at you both.

"We know Sarah...But please... Either just me or find someone else." you said.

"Just this once." Chuck added.

You went with Chuck back to his place when you saw Devon and a bunch of other guys playing football in the courtyard. Ellie was doing some barbeque and you walked over to her.

"Who invited the UCLA brain trust? " Chuck asked.

"Those are Devon's fraternity brothers. We are all caravanning up to Stanford for the UCLA game this weekend."

"Hey, Chuck. Go deep, bro." Chuck turned around only to be hit with a football in his lower area.

"Ooh!"

You made a pained face seeing that.

"Right in the pills." one of Devon's friends said approaching you guys.

"Don't touch, don't. Please don't touch me." Chuck said when Devon tried to help him up.

"Come on, man. Let me make it up to you, bro. " Devon said helping him up anyways. "Get up. I got you and Y/N a ticket for the game. I know you went to UCLA Y/N so I figured you would like to join."

" Wow. Thanks. But, uh, Y/N and I already have plans along with Sarah."

"It's your alma mater, dude. And your school Y/N."

"Look, no offense, but I'd rather get hit... in the produce section again than go back to that place."

"Yeah and I mean I loved my school but...still some bad memories for me and seeing anything of that school may bring it back up."

"Ha, ha. Suit yourself. Let's go. " Devon walked away along with his friends.

Ellie turned back to look at Chuck.

"Uh, listen, I know that Stanford doesn't hold a lot of good memories for you-"

"Look, Ellie, Ellie. They kicked me out for something I didn't do. Okay? So that's it. Me and Stanford? We're officially done." Chuck said walking away, putting his hand on your back as you walked into his house.

You were now chilling in his room, when Chuck decided to grab his box with some of his old college things.

"You still have some of this stuff?" you asked.

"Yeah..."

"Why?" you said standing beside him as Chuck sat down on his chair.

"I don't know."

He then pulled out a photo of him with Bryce and his old friends.

FLASHBACK

Chuck was walking down the stairs, leaving his college home. Bryce just looked at him.

"I don't get it, Bryce. Why are you doing this?" Chuck asked hurt.

"You did this to yourself."

Back to present time

Chuck sighed and got up taking the box with him.

"Chuck?" you called for him, wondering what he was doing.

You followed him outside and watched him throw the box in the trash. His old college student card fell on the ground and Chuck bent down to pick it up and looked at it. Then something happened. You knew Chuck just flashed and you quickly went up to him.

"Chuck? Did you just flash on your student ID?"

Chuck looked up at you so confused.

"Yeah.... I did."

You both quickly walked over to Casey's place, knocking on his door.

"What?" Casey asked, opening the door.

"I just flashed on myself." Chuck said holding up his card. " Why am I in the Intersect?"