Aces, Charles

A/N: (Me before Ch 1 to a couple of friends) No, I shouldn’t do this, no one will like it. (3 hours later) You were right, I was wrong…So we’re here, for the second chapter. Two things, there will be some angst, in fact this chapter ends with some angst, but IT’S ME. No third party, no stupid love triangle, just life stuff getting in the way. Give it a bit to breathe, I know exactly how it ends, we’ll just all enjoy the time together. (There will probably be all sorts of fluff by the end) Second, my brain thinks, Chuck and Sarah, but in this fic, she is Jenny Burton. So if you see Sarah, send me a PM, tweet, tumblr, something, because I messed up, and those who look it over did too.

Also, if you’re not familiar with poker, the names I use are actual poker players, and their histories are arcuate as far as I can corroborate. It’s time for Aces, Charles Ch 2, Know When to Walk Away.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Chuck, or poker, but I do prefer Razz when I play…

Chuck sat in the car and watched as the Las Vegas strip went by. He could have taken a plane back, but he liked to ride in the car, it let him think, let his mind wander, that’s where some of his best game ideas came from. He thought back to his childhood, to his mom and dad. He thought about the day his sister got that fateful call about their parents who died serving their country. He thought about how members of the government had stepped in and kept Ellie and himself from ending up in a foster home. He thought about how the man currently driving, John Casey, agreed to be the foster parent to the two Bartowski children, and somehow, the man who preferred to communicate through grunting had become a father figure to him, and to Ellie.

He thought about Stanford and the time he had there. He thought briefly about Bryce and Jill. He hoped they were happy, and then a moment later he hoped they had some type of venereal disease. He left Stanford with his degree, and he and his little bearded friend had come up with a couple of video game ideas, the biggest one called The Intersect. It was an RPG, featuring a nerd who had a computer program upload into his head, but you could only access information as you leveled up. It’s sequel, The Intersect 2.0, included physical combat skills. He and Morgan had made a killing off of the idea.

With money flowing in hand over fist, and Chuck now overseeing many employees, he was becoming quite famous. Fame had it’s advantages and disadvantages…Chuck now had many women who wanted to date him, that was an advantage, Chuck now had many women who wanted to date him, that was a disadvantage. He had no idea who was out for his money, and who wasn’t. Casey had taken over his social life because of this, and Chuck was positive this was some sort of punishment for crimes he had committed in a previous life.

Casey vetted everyone Chuck wanted to date. He had to believe that government agents weren’t vetted this much. Chuck tried to talk to Ellie about it, but she was siding with Casey on this one. Casey wasn’t completely overboard…yeah he was. It was Casey, and one thing about John Casey, whatever he did, he was going to do it well. Chuck thought it was going to take presidential approval and an act of congress for him to play in the high stakes game in Bobby’s room. He didn’t know how many phone calls were made as soon as he stepped foot in the door, but he hadn’t been expecting one of the players to show up…Jenny Burton.

Chuck loved poker, it was math, luck, and adrenaline. He didn’t like to be scared for his life, but Chuck did enjoy excitement, the uncertainty, and even the small sense of adventure. The math, just made his inner nerd squee with joy, and the luck…it just spiked the adrenaline. To make all the right plays and still get drawn out on…it was so awful when you were the one getting drawn out on, but it was like mana from heaven when you drew out on someone else. As much as Chuck loved poker, he really started to enjoy it more when Jenny Burton, “The Ice Queen,” was seen on ESPN all last summer at the World Series of Poker Main Event. Her ability to read people and make moves was eliciting the name Stu Unger, the man many considered to be the greatest No Limit Hold ‘em poker player of all time. It wasn’t that Chuck didn’t think she was attractive, no the woman was beautiful, but she had an ability that he just respected. The story of a former card dealer that had worked her game slowly over the years, grinding to become one of the best in the world, it was awe inspiring. He had admiration and respect for her that words couldn’t convey.

When Chuck entered Bobby’s Room, he had expected some of the names, Phil Ivey, Doyle Brunson, Scotty Nguyen, Johnny Chan, Billy Baxter, and many others, but when Jenny Burton walked through the door and sat down beside him…Chuck didn’t know what to do. The first few hands, he folded, just to see how she would play. She made money over the first several hands, without ever showing her cards, and when she did, she had the goods. Chuck knew better. He knew she was appearing tight early. He studied every move she made, because the only way to get better is to study, especially when the master was teaching a class right beside him.

There were always rumors about Jenny. She had a problem at blackjack, or roulette, at least that was the rumor. She was frequently seen in the low money games grinding, building her bankroll, and no one knew why, because they rarely saw her lose, and when they did it was never in consecutive sessions. Why couldn’t she hang on to her bankroll, no one knew? Drugs were another belief, but as Chuck watched her, she abstained from alcohol at the table, and always did her best to stay away from the cigarette smoke. After a few minutes, he couldn’t believe the cocaine rumors, so where did her money go, because she was a machine. She went head to head with some of the best NLH players in the world, and won.

As the night went on, Chuck found himself winning, and winning big. He was the big winner, and the second biggest was Jenny. She seemed almost personally affronted by it as well; he was sure it was because he was an amateur. She wasn’t mean to him, or showed him any disrespect, but every time she looked at his stack, she would shake her head.

“My eyes are up here,” Chuck said once to her when they were both out of a hand. Jenny was caught off guard, and nearly choked on her water she was drinking. “I see you admiring my stack.”

“It is a very nice stack,” she said, laughing.

“You gonna take it to dinner first?” he said. “I’m sorry, I’ve never played this many straight hours, and I’m making terrible, inappropriate jokes.” She studied him a moment and then leaned in.

“Tip from a pro, never tell someone that,” she said. “Don’t give anyone that edge.” She leaned back. Chuck nodded.

“Thank you,” he said.

“When I win it later, I’ll treat it right,” she said, winking at him. She waited until he was taking a drink before saying it, making Chuck nearly choke on his water. They shared a smile, and then the cards came out, and it was back to business.

“Will you shut up back there!” Casey yelled, pulling Chuck out of his thoughts.

“What are you talking about, Casey?” he asked. “I haven’t said a word.”

“Your lady feelings are about to smother me,” Casey said. “What happened a pretty girl tell you you’re good at poker?”

“Nope, played right beside Jenny Burton all night, and busted her,” Chuck said.

“You’re happy you busted a lady?” Casey asked. Chuck opened his mouth to speak and then shut it, knowing there was nothing he could say to this one. “Moron.” Casey didn’t say anything for a few miles and Chuck started to go back to his thoughts when Casey started back up. “You mean Jenny Burton, WSOP Main Event Final Table, Jenny Burton, you busted her at a cash game?”

“Yes,” Chuck said.

“Bartowski, she’s a poker player, she was probably smiling at you to get you to make some bigger bets so you could buy her groceries for the next few years,” Casey said. Chuck stayed quiet. “Fine, I’ll vette her.”

“Casey, do you have to vette every woman I see? You do know that the majority of them don’t want me for my money.”

“Chuck,” Casey began, and he knew this was serious, because he rarely called him Chuck. “Even if it was only one in a hundred that wanted you for your money I’d do it, to protect you.”

“Thank you, Casey,” Chuck began.

“But, it’s probably only one in a hundred that don’t want you for your money,” Casey continued.

“And, there it is,” Chuck said. “A perfectly heartfelt moment…Caseyfied.”

}o{

Chuck sat in a meeting listening. He usually came in dressed in what many would call business casual. It was a video game company in LA, some employees came in wearing shorts, a tank top, and flip flops, and he didn’t care. All he cared about was what they could produce, and what they produced was hit after video game hit. Today, Chuck didn’t care. He hadn’t shaved in days, he was wearing an Atari tee shirt, jeans, and his Chucks. It had been almost two months since the night at Bobby’s Room. He kept thinking Jenny would come after him to win her money back, but she hadn’t called. He had heard she was following the World Poker Tour, not to play in tournaments, but to hit some of the cash games. How much of a bankroll did she need to challenge him?

“What do you think, Chuck?” Morgan asked.

“I think Intersect 3.0 won’t happen unless we can think of a better plot than the nerd is turned into a Bond like character. Having to play the games at the casinos, seduction, but not over the top, just enough to tranq or get info, but we can’t have sex in the games. The other two weren’t mature and this can’t be either. Also you’d need to include a skill set for driving; cars, boats, airplanes, and of course, a jet pack,” Chuck said, staring out the window the whole time. The room was silent and Chuck turned back to see everyone scribbling furiously.

“YOU ARE A GENIUS!” Morgan yelled. Chuck sat there, confused.

“Uh, licensing?” Chuck said.

“I’ll run it by our lawyers, but I don’t think it will be a problem, especially since we’re using our own character, very special agent Charles Carmichael,” Morgan said. “Okay, folks, you know what to do.” With that, everyone filed out, and Chuck went to looking back out the window.

“I know that look,” a voice said from the door. Chuck looked over and smiled. There stood a lanky, taller, richer, retired nerd. “I had the same look on my face just before I called it and cashed in.”

“There’s no excitement,” Chuck said. “However, I am not rolling in money like you are Phil.” Phil Gordon had joined Netsys Technologies as their first employee, and had made a bundle when it was acquired by Cisco Systems in 1996. In 1997, he retired to travel and play poker. To say Chuck was a little jealous was an understatement.

“If you’re standing still, you’re moving backwards,” Phil said. Chuck grinned at him. “Let’s go to the Bike, I want to talk with you.”

“We can talk here,” Chuck said, grinning.

“Yeah, but I can make some more money there,” he said.

}o{

“You seriously should enter some of the limit tournaments,” Phil said later. “I mean you are a genius at Razz.” Chuck shrugged. The two had played for hours, with no actual talk between them. They were up several thousand dollars, and Chuck wondered what it would be like just doing this every day. It was a fun distraction, but he was still missing something.

“So Vegas has been talking about you,” Phil said. Chuck gave him a look. “People are losing money hand over fist with prop bets about when you’re coming back.”

“So you’re here to win a prop bet?” Chuck asked, grinning, and raking in another pot.

“Nope, I’ve already lost,” Phil said. “Chuck, talk to me, I get both of these worlds. I know how lonely things can be, and I’ve heard what happened in Bobby’s Room. You melted the Ice Queen, and everyone is in shock.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Chuck said, shrugging.

“Don’t quit your day job for poker,” Phil said, laughing. “You are terrible at lying.” Chuck couldn’t help but laugh. “You got to her, and no one…Chuck, NO ONE, has been able to get to her. You said more to her in five minutes than anyone has in five years.” Chuck looked at him. Phil grinned. “Some of us got a copy of the surveillance video after you left, and you can hear what you two said.” Phil started putting his chips in a carrier to go cash out. “Do you have the stones to make the move? You’ve won at everything else, you’re looking for your greatest challenge?”

“Phil, I’m not after some fling,” Chuck said.

“Do you think I’d be here if you were?” Phil asked, humor in his eyes. “Chuck, you’re one of the best guys I know. That lady, has been through something, but she opened up to you. Make the move. Go all-in. I’ll see you. I need to get back to Vegas, the WPT starts tomorrow and I need to see about winning a tournament.”

“Good luck, Phil,” Chuck said. Phil stood, paused, and laid a hand on Chuck’s shoulder.

“She’s reloaded her bank roll,” he said, and left. Chuck sat there, until the dealer asked him what he wanted to do. He folded, cashed out, and went home.

}o{

Chuck walked in the door to his townhouse.

“Where the hell have you been!?” Casey yelled.

“Good to see you to, Honey,” Chuck said. Casey was watching a war documentary. “I got us a couple of steaks,” he said, showing him the bag. “And, baked potatoes.” Casey grunted and followed him to the kitchen.

“Chuck, how am I supposed to protect you if you don’t tell me where you go?” Casey growled. Chuck turned to him.

“Phil Gordon and I went to the Bike to play cards and talk,” he said. Casey rolled his eyes.

“Did you get your lady feelings sorted out, or are you gonna mope more?” Casey asked. Chuck was shocked. “You do remember my job.”

“Casey, what you are doing is so outside your job description,” Chuck began.

“Then fire me,” Casey snapped. Chuck gave him a look of “are you serious?”

“Casey, even if I fired you, you’d do it all anyway and help yourself to my beer, hotpockets, and TV whenever you want,” Chuck said. Casey looked a tiny bit ashamed…or maybe it was gas.

“Yeah, I would,” Casey said. “You’ve been hurt enough, kid. I know, I know, I go too far, but kid, if you get your heart broke again…I’m afraid you wouldn’t make it.”

“Casey, that may be the sweetest thing-” Chuck began.

“And then this plush gig would be over,” Casey finished, taking a swig of beer giving Chuck a look.

“And, there it is,” Chuck said, taking his own swig of beer but knowing what Casey actually meant. “Another moment Caseyfied.” The two stood silently for a moment, a comfortable silence. How one emotionally stunted man had been so changed by the two Bartowskis, he would never know. Ellie and Chuck were Casey’s kids, and he was going to protect them from all the heartache he could. However, if he kept this up, Chuck would resent him. Casey sighed.

“I find nothing terrible on her,” Casey said. Chuck started to ask who, but Casey just gave him the, “I’m not an idiot look.” “She’s a poker player, and I think she hasn’t called because she wants a whale, on her turf. Yeah you stay in a luxury hotel room, but it’s not home for you , and it gives her the slightest edge and that’s what makes the great ones. Call her, because if you don’t I’m not going to be able to take dealing with you over Christmas. It’s bad enough I got to watch those stupid Twilight Zone marathons anyway,” Casey complained, wandering off.

“I love you too, Casey,” Chuck said, smiling at the other man walking off. He grunted, and kept going. Chuck pulled out his phone and made the call.

}o{

Jenny looked down at her phone, and saw who it was. Part of her was excited; this might fix all her problems, another part of her….it wasn’t excited at all, in fact, this is exactly why she hadn’t called him.

“Hello,” Jenny said.

“Jenny, Chuck Bartowski,” he said.

“Who?” she asked, grinning.

“You know, Chuck Bartowski, the guy you gave way too much money to for his iPod,” Chuck said, hoping to make her laugh. He sat there wondering if he said too much. A soft laugh came over the phone.

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this Chuck, but I have this thing called caller ID, and it tells me who is calling,” she said, grinning.

“So you were messing with me,” he said.

“Yep, if you’re not in my phone, I don’t answer,” she said.

“Glad I’m in there,” he said, and clanged his head against the wall immediately. He shouldn’t have said that. He knew better.

“Don’t do anything stupid, and you’ll stay in there,” she answered. She closed her eyes. What was she thinking, was that flirting!? She needed to change the subject quickly. “So did you call me to gloat about scamming me for this iPod?”

“The reason I’m calling is there’s a cash game gonna start in a few days at the Bike, and I wanted to see if you wanted a chance to win some of your money back.”

“LA?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“There’s some games going on here starting tomorrow,” she offered.

“Oh,” Chuck said, thinking back to what Casey said. “I can’t really get down there right now.” Chuck lied, he knew he could get down there, but she said she’d come see him, was Casey right?

“Sorry, Chuck, still haven’t built back my bankroll enough to feel comfortable coming up there with it,” she said. “You know how it goes, ebbs and flows, right now is an ebb.” Chuck was silent a second. Why would Phil lie to him? Answer, he didn’t. Casey was right. She was only after him because he was a whale and she thought he was easy pickings on her turf. This was about a poker game, and nothing more.

“Okay, well, good luck, if you ever manage to build it back up, let me know,” he said, a bit coolly. Jenny heard it in his voice, he knew he didn’t trust her. Chuck Bartowski shouldn’t trust her, hell, no one should trust her. No one should trust any Burton, ever. Or, maybe she was wrong. Maybe he had gotten through but didn’t deserve to. The one guy that made her way through her defenses, she was sure was the right guy, and now, she was wrong. That never happened. She had to end this, for both of their sakes.

“Good-bye, Chuck,” she said.

“Bye,” he said and hung up. She started messing with her phone.

“What are you doing?” the guy with her asked. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a roll of bills and handed it to him.

“This make us even?” she asked. He started counting and she kept messing with her phone until she was satisfied. He looked up and nodded. “I deleted that guy’s contact, that way I won’t know his number if he calls back and won’t answer. I’ll listen to his message, but I’ll probably just delete it. I was wrong about him, it doesn’t happen often, but I was wrong about him.”

“I’d say you are wrong about people more than that,” the guy said, looking at the roll of money she just handed him. Jenny shook her head.

“No, I’m not wrong about him,” she said, head nodding toward the money. “I know exactly what he is, I just can’t get away from his problem.” The guy raised his eyebrows as if to say, “what can you do.” She shrugged, and he got up and left. Jenny sat there for a minute.

“Back to grinding,” she thought. She would go hit the $1/$2 NL tables, again. She hated having to restart her bankroll, but what else could she do. “Damn him,” she thought. The problem was, she wasn’t sure which him she meant.

A/N: If every one of you wants to start a review with, “I’m not happy with you right now,” I understand. (IT'S ME, it will be okay) I’m going to go hide now…Take Care, till next time.

DC