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This story is a sequel to Chuck vs. The Fake Relationship. Shippers, be warned. This story does not start out very happily. But it's not how the story starts that matters, it's how it ends. I promise it'll all work out as it usually does. Thanks to Natty for the excellent beta. And thanks to BrickRoad for being the brains of the operation. It's her fault that the beginning has so much angst (not really but it helps me sleep better).
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Chuck was sitting in his normal spot at the Nerd Herd desk. Normal, it felt so good to get back to normal. Even the word sounded so good. Normal. Well, at least as normal as he could ever get. Today was the first day that Sarah was able to return to work. Her ankle was still a little sore but the limp was almost imperceptible. That was one of the advantages to really being in great shape. She was a very quick healer. And while the past five days he had spent taking care of her had been fantastic, Chuck was really looking forward to getting back into a routine.
His life had never been better. He was now officially an agent. He was getting paid an obscenely large amount of money. Oh, and the best part. The woman of his dreams was wearing his engagement ring. Wow. After work they were going apartment hunting. Sarah's place was much too small for the two of them. Not that they had been using the space anyway, having spent most of the past five days in bed. Tomorrow they were going over to Ellie's to plan the wedding. Yup, life was good. Chuck was so intent in his daydreaming that, at first, he didn't notice Lester and Jeff staring intently at him.
"So," Lester finally said while shaking his head sadly. "Let me get this straight."
"Good morning, Lester." Chuck said in surprise. "Get what straight?"
"Well first off, you're going out with the most beautiful woman that any of us has ever seen." Lester began has he held up a finger.
"She is beautiful." Chuck had to admit with a smile.
"Then," Lester continued as he held up a second finger. "You break up with her."
"Then," Jeff chimed in as he held up three fingers of his own. "You start dating the super hot new Becky Ivan who starts throwing herself at you and promising to not "buck you off," whatever that means."
Chuck's face began to involuntarily spout a broader smile as he listened to them rant.
"Then," Lester said with his voice growing louder as he held up four fingers. "You dump this hot chick, Becky and she's so broken up about it that she moves back to Texas."
Chuck simply shrugged his shoulders as his smile turned into a grin.
"And now," Lester said as his voice shook in disbelief and he held up his open hand. "You're engaged to the original, most beautiful girl we've ever seen."
"It's been a busy week." Chuck said with a nod. "That's for sure."
"You suck." Lester said with a large measure of disgust. "What is it with you? Did you learn some Jedi mind control technique?"
"Can you teach us?" Jeff said hopefully.
"Come on guys," Chuck said with a laugh. "You don't need anybody to teach you, Jeff. Just be yourself. That's what women want."
"Yea," Jeff said slowly as he and Lester walked away. "We've tried that. It doesn't work."
Chuck shook his head and gently laughed as his gaze followed Jeff and Lester as they retreated. Just as they disappeared from sight, Chuck locked eyes with a customer that Morgan was showing some big screen TVs. That's when the Flash hit. He could see a CIA personnel data sheet.
Name: Seth Roberts
Height: 6' 0"
CIA position: Undercover Agent
Security Clearance: Top Secret
Last Known Assignment: Iraqi Counter Insurgency
Current Status: Defected to Fulcrum in 2006.
Marital Status: Married
Spouse: CIA Agent Sarah Walker
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Chuck had to grab the desk to keep from falling. This guy was married? To Sarah? What was going on? This had to be a mistake. How could Sarah possibly be married? Was it a cover thing? Maybe they were on a mission together. After taking a minute to gather his composure, Chuck quickly walked over to where Casey was talking to a customer about a Washer and Dryer.
"Not now, Bartowski," Casey growled under his breath. "I need to make my sales numbers."
"Now," Chuck whispered with the panic evident in his voice.
One look at Chuck's face told Casey that something was very wrong.
"I'll be right back," Casey quickly told the customer. He led Chuck to a quite spot.
"Ok, Bartowski," Casey said in a soft growl. "You look like you just saw a ghost. What's wrong?"
"See the guy looking at TVs with Morgan?" Chuck whispered.
"Tan slacks?" asked Casey as he looked over the man that Chuck had indicated.
"He's Fulcrum," Chuck whispered as he nodded. "His name is Seth Roberts."
Casey's face immediately showed alarm. He quickly glanced around the room for possible threats.
"Take a look at the other customers." Casey said softly. "See if you flash on anyone else. Hopefully is he alone."
Chuck took a moment to look at the other customers in the store. Since it was a Monday morning, the store was fairly empty. It only took a few seconds to look at everyone.
"It looks like he's alone." Chuck whispered.
Casey noticed that Chuck was beginning to shake visibly.
"Chuck," Casey whispered firmly. "Calm down. You're going to tip him off. I need you to go over to the Orange Orange and tell Walker the situation. I'm going to try and follow our new friend to see if I can figure out what he's up to. I'll meet you two back there when I'm done and we'll talk to Washington. Are you clear?"
Chuck nervously nodded.
"Ok," Casey growled. "Get moving."
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Sarah's face automatically lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as she saw Chuck come through the door.
"Chuck," she said with a bounce as she hurried as quickly as her still slightly sore ankle would allow to get to Chuck and hug him. "What a nice surprise. I didn't expect you until noon."
She could immediately tell from the look on Chuck's face that something wasn't right.
"Sweetie," Sarah whispered. "What's wrong?"
"I just flashed on a Fulcrum agent at the Buy More." Chuck said nervously with his voice shaky. "Casey is going to try and tail him. He says that he'll meet us back here to brief Washington."
As soon as Sarah heard the word Fulcrum, she began to pull Chuck towards the secure basement. As they entered the basement, Sarah immediately turned on the surveillance equipment. Sarah sat Chuck down in a chair in the video conference room and sat next to him.
"Tell me exactly what happened." she said firmly.
"I was sitting at the Nerd Herd desk." Chuck started very shakily.
"Sweetie," Sarah interrupted softly as she grabbed his hand. "Please calm down. I really need to be an agent right now. I need you to be one too. Don't be afraid. Whatever it is, we'll deal with it just like we always do. Now, go on."
"Well, like I said, I was sitting at the desk." Chuck said slowly after taking a deep breath. "When I flashed on a customer that Morgan was trying to sell a TV to. I went and told Casey. I think you know the rest."
"What did you flash on?" Sarah asked softly.
"The standard stuff," Chuck said. "He was just on a mission to aid Iraqi Counter Insurgency. I saw that he defected to Fulcrum about two years ago. I also saw his personnel file."
Sarah just nodded for Chuck to continue.
Chuck raised his head to look directly into Sarah's eye. "His name is Seth Roberts."
As soon as Chuck said his name, Sarah dropped his hand and looked down at the table. He knew Sarah well enough to tell that she was struggling to keep her composure. Chuck could see that she was biting her lip to keep from crying.
"Chuck, please," Sarah whispered without meeting his eye. "I know that I owe you an explanation but right now you're in danger. I really need to be an agent. Please wait until we can talk before you make any assumptions. Can I please count on you to do that?"
Just then Casey entered the room.
"Beckman wants us to conference with her in three minutes." Casey said breathlessly as he plopped down in one of the chairs, obviously tired from running.
As soon as Beckman's face came on the monitor she started speaking.
"This is a very serious situation." Beckman said sharply. "We have to assume that Chuck's cover is blown to Fulcrum. I think that it would be prudent to bring Chuck in."
"But ma'am," Sarah said cautiously. "We're not sure what they know or what they're after. Having Chuck disappear now just might tip them off."
"Ok, Agent Walker," Beckman said with a touch of sarcasm. "What do you propose?"
"Casey," Sarah said as she turned to him. "Were you able to tail the suspect?"
"Yes," replied Casey with a sigh. "He is staying at the Hilton down the street. I tailed him there."
"Well ma'am," Sarah said firmly. "I have a relationship with the suspect. Let me find out what he is after and what he knows."
Chuck was trying very hard to catch Sarah's eye but she was having none of it.
"Major Casey," said Beckman firmly. "Take Chuck back to the Buy More and finish your shift. Keep a close eye out for Mr. Roberts. I would like to speak with Agent Walker privately for a second."
"Yes, ma'am," Casey said as he got up out of his chair. "Let's go, Chuck."
"What are you going to do?" Chuck asked with concern as he turned towards Sarah.
"Do you want to go into an underground bunker for the rest of your life?" Sarah said angrily as she looked at Chuck for the first time.
"Of course not," Chuck replied sadly.
"Then I suggest that you follow your orders." Sarah said sharply. "For once. I'll see you at home."
At that Chuck got up without a word and followed Casey out the door. Once they were gone Beckman spoke.
"Sarah," she said in a much softer tone. "I'm willing to give you forty eight hours to see what you can find out."
"Thank you ma'am," Sarah said softly.
"But Sarah," said Beckman firmly. "I have to tell you. I'm a little concerned for you here. I know what your relationship with Seth Roberts is. When push comes to shove, where are your loyalties going to be?"
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Sarah stood in the hallway of the Hilton trying to compose herself. She had quickly gone home and changed out of her Orange Orange uniform. She picked out a blouse that had a generously plunging neckline and a matching skirt. She had been very careful to make sure that her makeup was perfect. That was no small task with her hands shaking as they were. She also made sure that she had taken off her engagement ring. Finally realizing that she needed to get this over with, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Seth was lying on the bed watching Sports Center when he heard the knock at the door. Seth was surprised because he certainly wasn't expecting anyone. His hand automatically reached for the gun in the back of his slacks. "It must be housekeeping," he said to himself as he jerked the door open. His jaw dropped when he saw Sarah standing there.
"Hi, Seth," Sarah whispered with a shy smile.
"Sarah," Seth said in shock. "What are you doing here?"
"Is that any way to great your wife?" Sarah asked with a dazzling smile.
Suddenly Seth took Sarah into his arms. He pressed his mouth to hers passionately. Sarah put her hand behind Seth's head and pulled him into the kiss. She opened her mouth as an invitation. An invitation that Seth quickly accepted. Finally Seth broke the kiss.
"How did you know that I was here?" Seth asked as he pulled back to look into Sarah's eye.
"I saw you at the plaza today." Sarah replied as she kissed him again. "So I followed you."
"I knew that I would see you again." Sarah whispered after the even longer second kiss broke. "I've really missed you."
"I've really missed you too." Seth said with a smile as he stepped back. "You look fantastic as ever."
"You know," Sarah said softly with her most seductive smile. "Actually, last month was our anniversary. I didn't get a present. The traditional gift for the fifth year is wood."
"Well," said Seth with a huge grin of his own. "I'm thinking that you're in luck. I don't have any trees handy, but will you accept a substitute?"
Sarah's grin matched Seth's as he began to unbutton her blouse.
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