Warning: There is some adult content in this. Nothing major but please use discretion. I still don't own Chuck.
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This story comes from a series of discussions between BrickRoad and me. She wanted me to go in a different direction. The more she tried to talk me out of it, the more ideas she gave me. So if you like the story, thank her for the inspiration. If you don't, please don't blame her. Fair warning, this starts a little rough from a Charah point of view. Don't worry. I promise it will all work out.
The Break Up
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"I'm not happy about this at all." Beckman said harshly. "This is a crisis. I shouldn't have to remind you that we need to protect the intersect at all costs."
Casey and Sarah were at Casey's place, having been hastily summoned to a conference to discuss the recent developments.
"Yes, ma'am," Sarah replied quickly. "But we have the situation under control. Agent Casey and I arrived before Colt could harm Chuc, um, I mean the intersect. He and his team are in custody."
"Yes, Agent Walker," said Beckman sarcastically. "At least we didn't lose him this time. But the fact of the matter is that he was lured into a trap, all by himself, while you and Agent Casey were running off tracking some dead end lead."
"Yes, ma'am," said Casey. "We had intelligence that led us to believe that we knew the location of the cipher."
"But your intelligence was wrong." replied Beckman coldly. "We can't have the intersect being alone to fend for himself."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Casey sadly.
"And I'm getting tired of the intersect being exposed to these kind of risks." Beckman continued. "So I've decided to make some changes. I'm assigning an additional agent to your team. Becky Ivan will be starting at the Buy More tomorrow. I want her to get close to the intersect."
"Get close, ma'am?" Sarah questioned hesitantly. "Close in what way?"
"She is going to do what you refused to do, Agent Walker." Beckman said firmly. "She is going to start a relationship with Bartowski, by any means possible. She is going to use that relationship to keep him controlled."
"With all due respect, ma'am," said Casey. "How is she going to do that? Bartowski is not really a good candidate to being seduced right now. He is in love with Agent Walker here. There's no way he is going to look at another woman."
"Is this true, Agent Walker?" Beckman said as she narrowed her eyes.
"Well, ma'am," Sarah said softly as she couldn't keep the smile from forming. "He's never said those words, but it's very possible."
"Well, Agent Walker," said Beckman firmly. "What can you do to make Agent Ivan's job easier."
"I know what to do." Casey said excitedly. "Agent Walker can tell Bartowski that she is still in love with Bryce Larkin. That will end any hope that he had in his mind for a relationship with Agent Walker. He will be ripe for a rebound."
Casey could tell by the sideways look that Sarah gave him that she was not happy.
"Excellent…," Beckman said.
"But, ma'am," Sarah interrupted. "Please, there has to be another way. That would crush him."
"Is there a problem, Agent Walker?" Beckman asked pointedly. "Are you compromised to the point that you can't do your duty here?"
"No ma'am," Sarah replied sadly. "Of course not."
"Maybe this isn't the best idea." said Casey softly trying to repair the damage. "Agent Walker is right. It would crush him. I'm afraid that his mood might impact his usefulness for quite a few days."
"No," said Beckman firmly. "I like this approach. Agent Walker, I want you to tell him tonight. I'm not worried about Bartowski. He'll be fine. Agent Ivan will get him back quickly. That's her specialty. As a matter of fact, we'll probably have to get used to a permanent smile on his face for a while. After a few nights in bed with Agent Ivan, he'll forget all about his puppy dog crush on Agent Walker."
"In bed," asked Sarah sadly.
"Come on, Agent Walker." Beckman said with a snide laugh. "How long have you been an agent? You know exactly what Agent Ivan is going to do. It's what you should have done a year ago. And another thing, we're not going to tell Agent Ivan about the intersect for the time being. She just thinks that Bartowski is a high value asset."
"Yes, ma'am," said Sarah with a sigh.
"Well, you have your orders." Beckman said with a growl. "Dismissed."
As soon as the screen went blank, Sarah quickly turned and began to walk towards the door without glancing at Casey.
"Walker," Casey called.
Sarah continued walking without responding.
"Sarah," Casey called softly. "Please wait."
Sarah stopped walking but continued to stand facing the door.
"I'm sorry." Casey said sadly. "I know it was my idea. I didn't think of how hard this is going to be for the two of you."
When Sarah turned to look at Casey he could see the tears starting to flow down her cheeks.
"This is why agents don't get involved with assets." Casey said softly. "I'm sorry, Sarah."
"I know," Sarah said softly. "Trust me, I know."
"How bad is it?" asked Casey.
"Its bad, John." whispered Sarah. "I'm totally in love with him. Now I have to destroy him."
"I know." Casey said softly. "What are you going to do?"
"My duty," Sarah whispered with a sob as the tears began to intensify and she opened the door and left the apartment.
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Chuck was sitting in his normal spot at the Nerd Herd desk. Since it was a Tuesday afternoon, not much was happening. And that was totally fine with Chuck. After all, he had a lot on his mind. Of course, the main thing was that he was still the intersect. He had so been looking forward to getting his life back. That would be great. But there was a fly in the ointment. What would that mean for him and Sarah? She had agreed to the date. And it had gone amazingly well. Until Colt and his crew ruined it, that is.
"Hey buddy," Morgan said, startling Chuck out of his deep thoughts. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," replied Chuck with a deep sigh. "Just daydreaming."
"You're thinking about Sarah." Morgan said with a short laugh. "Weren't you?"
"And why would you say that?" Chuck said as he turned his attention to his short friend.
"Come on, Chuck." Morgan said slapping him on the back. "This is Morgan you're talking to. I've seen that look before. And why not? I mean, she's the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"Ok, Morgan," Chuck said with a laugh. "Yes, I was thinking about Sarah. And I'd like to get back to it if you don't mind."
"Say no more." Morgan said as he walked away. "Hate to interrupt your fantasy session."
So Chuck went back to his thoughts. But now, what? Would Sarah agree to continue dating him when she was still assigned to protect him? Chuck knew that it would be a struggle to convince her. But he was determined to give it his best shot. Sarah had agreed to come over tonight and talk about it. Even that was a huge step in the right direction. Sarah never wanted to talk about that stuff. Chuck promised himself that he would make every effort to convince her. He'd beg if he had too. He needed her. And he knew that she felt the same way. He knew it. It was time for her to come clean.
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The moment that Sarah walked into the apartment her eyes told Chuck that something was wrong. The sparkle that Chuck had grown so accustomed to seeing just wasn't there. For one thing, she wouldn't look him in the eye. For another she looked around the room, her gaze darting nervously from spot to spot.
"Hi," Chuck said with a smile. He could tell that she was very nervous. She never felt comfortable talking about her feelings. He tried to calm her down by making small talk. "How was your day?"
"Chuck," said Sarah with a deep sigh. "No offense, but can we just get this over with?"
"Sure," Chuck said softly. "I know that this is hard for you."
"I can't date you." Sarah said as she looked at the floor.
"Sarah, please," Chuck whispered urgently as he launched into his prepared speech. "I know that you have a job to do. I think that we can work it out. Please let us try. I love …"
"I'm still in love with Bryce." Sarah interrupted softly. "I'm sorry."
It took a long moment for Chuck to process what she had just said. He felt like he had just gotten punched in the gut. Of all of the things that he expected her to say, that was one he hadn't anticipated. Finally he composed himself enough to speak.
"Are you sure?" Chuck asked so softly that Sarah could barely hear him as his eyes filled with tears.
Sarah simply nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
"I thought… I um thought…" Chuck stammered as he tried unsuccessfully to fight back the tears. "Wow, I didn't see that coming. I was going to beg you to try and work it out with the job. I guess I never considered that you didn't feel the same way. I feel really foolish. I really thought that we had something."
"I'm sorry, Chuck." Sarah whispered. "The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt you. But given the circumstances; I think that it would be best if we ended our cover relationship. It would be too awkward, don't you think?"
"If that's what you want." was all Chuck could finally choke out after a long pause. "Is that really what you want?"
"Yes, Chuck," said Sarah looking at him for the first time as she opened the door to leave. "It is. I'll work it out with Washington."
"Then I guess there's nothing left for me to say." Chuck whispered as the tears in his eyes began to overflow. "Please tell Bryce how lucky I think he is."
"Chuck," Sarah said softly as she walked out the door. "Please don't feel badly. This isn't about you. I can't tell you how great I think you are. And in another place and time, who knows. I'm so, so sorry."
"I'm sorry too," Chuck whispered to the closed door as tears streamed down his face. "I'm really sorry too."
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Sarah quickly walked to her car and drove away. As soon as she was out of sight, she pulled into a deserted parking lot. She picked up her cell phone and dialed the number.
"Yes, ma'am, I told him."
"Yes, ma'am, he's pretty broken up."
"At least it's over, ma'am."
It took every bit of will power that Sarah could muster as she fought to stay composed while she talked. As soon as the call ended she put her head on the steering wheel and sobbed uncontrollably. It was well over an hour before she could compose herself enough to drive home.
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