You, Chuck and Sarah were down in Castle, talking to Beckman to discuss what happened and what you found.

"Agent Walker, Mr. Bartowski and Ms. L/N. I'm sure you're wondering why would someone want Tyler Martin dead."

"Not really. I mean, have you heard his music? It's overly produced, the lyrics are completely banal." Chuck started. "I mean, Facebook even has a group called I Want To Kill Tyler Martin. Not that I'm a member. I wouldn't ever... That's just wrong."

"I don't mind it." you confessed.

"What? You are a fan of Tyler Martin?" Chuck asked you, shocked.

"I wouldn't say a fan but...I- I mean I kinda like his music."

"Guys. Why don't you just share with General Beckman the intel about the grenade that you both flashed on?" Sarah asked, trying to stop you both.

"We're not done." Chuck said looking at you then you both turned back to Beckman." It was an IG-88 thermite charge."

"That's military. Commonly used by North African intelligence units. Interestingly, Tyler Martin recently completed a tour of Africa. I want you to find out who was behind this attempt and why."

" Well, the only way to do that is to question Tyler Martin." you said.

" Then bring him in. It can't be that hard to get him alone." She told you before signing off.

You and Chuck then turned to look at each other.

"You're really a fan of his?"

"Oh my God." you said before leaving with Sarah.

You, Chuck, Sarah and Casey stood off to the side, watching as Tyler Martin finally showed up at the Buy More and made a speech for the fans, while standing on top of the Nerd Herd desk.

"How are we supposed to grab a rock star in broad daylight? I mean, security's crawling all over the place." Chuck asked.

You and Sarah then noticed how Tyler was looking over at the both of you and checking you both out.

You and Sarah decided to try and act sexy for him and it was working. You and Sarah looked at each other and winked.

"This is going to be easy." Sarah told Chuck and Casey as she grabbed you and you both walked away.

" What... ? What's gonna be easy?" Chuck asked.

Chuck and Casey went to hide in the storage room in the back while you and Sarah stood off to the side, waiting for Tyler to come over and find you both.

He did and found you two.

"We're such fans, Mr. Martin." Sarah said.

"Oh. I'm a big fan of both of you too. So, are you two, uh, models, actresses? Massage therapists? Maybe acrobats?"

" We can be whatever you want." you told him, in a seductive voice.

"Ugh!" It was Chuck. He heard it all and hated you pretending to flirt with him.

" Idiot." Casey told him.

" I think we got a pervert." Tyler said.

Casey ended up blowing a dart and knocking out Tyler.

"Oh, daisies." Tyler said before falling into Sarah.

" Nighty-night, Tyler." Casey said.

You were all back at Casey's house now, Tyler still knocked out on his chair.

"How much tranquilizer did you use?" Chuck asked.

"It's a high grade at a heavy dose. Mr. Martin should be out for 12 to 24 hours."

"Jet lag is brutal." Tyler said, as he slowly began to wake up.

" Rock star metabolism." Chuck noted.

" Oh. All the better for seeing you, darlings, you know." Tyler said, trying to flirt with you and Sarah again.

Casey decided to shoot another dart into him.

"Oh. I feel like a daffodil."

Once Tyler was out, Casey and Sarah decided to get ready.

" Time for the road trip." Casey said as they both got ready to leave.

" Road trip?" you asked.

" Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where you going?" Chuck asked, jumping in.

"The Buy More parking lot camera has a match on the car the suspect drove this morning."

"What about Tyler here?"

" Hmm? Oh, check his mouth every 20 minutes, make sure he doesn't choke on his own tongue."

" Hang on a second. You're-you're gonna go, and you want me and Chuck to stay here and be on tongue watch duty?"

"Well, you don't have plans, do you?" Sarah asked.

" Would it be so crazy if we did have plans? Like plans of going out on a date? It's been a while for us. Or anything. Plans that involved something other than fixing a computer or playing hot potato with a thermite grenade?" Chuck asked, getting annoyed.

"Yes." Casey said before him and Sarah left.

You and Chuck sat at Casey's desk, both eating a little dinner while keeping an eye on Tyler, who was still knocked out.

"Well, I know this ain't ideal but we could still take this as a little dinner date." you told him.

"Really? Sitting here, eating TV dinners and watching over a tranqued rock star is considered a dinner date?" Chuck asked, laughing a little and smiling.

You slapped him playfully and laughed.

"Shut up. I'm trying to think on the bright side here babe."

"Well, I love you for trying." Chuck said, giving you a kiss before getting up and taking both your plates over to the kitchen.

You then looked over and noticed Tyler was gone.

"Uhh...Chuck?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's Tyler?"

You and Chuck were freaking out, looking around, when he noticed the door opened and he was out in the courtyard.

"What? !"

You and Chuck quickly ran out and found Tyler, standing by the fountain, and using it as a washroom.

" No, hey, hey, excuse me." you called out.

"This may be the most impressive restroom I've ever seen in my life. That ceiling looks just like the night sky."

" That's because that is the night sky." Chuck said.

" Oh. Have I made a mistake?" Tyler said, turning around. Chuck looked up not wanting to see any of that while he covered your eyes. " No. Better question. Where am I? Who are you?"

"I'm Chuck, my name is Chuck. And this..." he lifted his hand up to reveal you.

"Oh. I know you." Tyler said, trying to flirt with you.

"I'm Y/N. Chuck's girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Damn. So who are you two exactly then?"

We... we work for the label." Chuck told him.

"My record label?"

" Yes, yes, your record label. There was a death threat against you earlier today, so we thought it might be good to move you to this secure location."

"All right, well... I'd better go." Tyler told you both as he began to walk away.

" Um, um, Mr. Martin, you actually have to stay here for the night."

" The night? No, no, no, Jack."

" Chuck, actually."

"I get death threats all the time, okay? Besides... it's party night."

" It's Tuesday." you pointed out.

" Exactly. I've got to go."

" Um, you know what? Hey, hey, how about... I'm just gonna call my bosses real quick." Chuck said, taking out his phone.

" Chuck, the record company got you this phone, right?"

" Sure."

" Hmm... okay."

Tyler then grabbed his phone and threw it in the fountain.

" Why..."

" I'll get you a new one."

Chuck then turned to you.

"I ain't getting my phone thrown into the fountain too."

" Chuck, Y/N... in case you haven't noticed yet, I just asked you both to party... with me. Come on. Come on."

You and Chuck looked at each other and shrugged.

"Could put some more fun into our date night." you said.

Chuck laughed a little and slung his arm around you as you put your arm around his waist. You both looked at Tyler and nodded, walking over to him.

" Yeah. What a night. You got money, right? 'Cause I don't hold cash." Tyler asked you both.