A/N: Hello, everyone! First of all, Happy New Year! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday, and ate lots of yummy food, and got to spend so much time with your loved ones that they don't really feel like loved ones anymore! Hehe.
Shameless plug: I wrote an AU of this AU called, Lights That Lead Us There Are Blinding. Pretty much, Sarah's mom never gets shot, so Sarah and her daddy never leave town. So, in short, I just used that as an excuse to write a parody/satirical high school fic, filled with many, many, high school movie clichés, and real life high school clichés. If you guys have the time, check it out!
Also, I would like to thank mxpw for the awesome beta work he did! Because the last chapter ended at such an evil cliffhanger, I really rushed through this one. So obviously, there were so many mistakes that I'm surprised mxpw is still talking to me! So you have mxpw to thank for making this chapter readable!
Oh, one last thing: Does anyone remember how Chuck handed Sarah a letter back in the first chapter when they were at San Francisco? And the letter came back in chapter seven right before Chuck's mom came to talk to Sarah? No? Yes? No? Maybe? Well…you'll see what happens in a bit. I hope you enjoy!
November 19, 2007
12:35 PM PST
It was difficult to tell, as she had been through a lot in her life, but turning on her heels and leaving Chuck's office was up there on the hardest things that she had ever done. The words that had come out of Chuck's mouth were everything and more than she could have ever hoped to hear. It broke her heart to leave him. She strode past Carina, and she could hear Chuck protesting behind her, begging her to wait.
But she couldn't listen to any more of it. It hurt too much. She wanted to stay. She wanted to tell Chuck that she felt the same way about him, but she had to leave. He wasn't safe with her here. Even if she quit the Agency, there was no guarantee that his life wouldn't be constantly threatened by Omega because of her. It wasn't a life that she wanted for either of them, and Chuck didn't deserve that.
"Wait, wait, wait!" he cried, as Sarah stepped into the elevator. Chuck placed his hand on the side of the door to hold it open. All of his emotions were written on his face, and it pained her so much to see him look so broken and desperate. "Just let me say one last thing, Sarah. Please."
She bit her bottom lip. "This is hard for me too, Chuck."
"I know it is, but—"
"We can talk later. I promise we will." Behind Chuck's shoulder, she saw Carina watching them, looking hurt as well. And there were the bugs that were planted in his office. What if Omega was watching Chuck like they were watching her? "Your office is bugged, and Carina's standing right behind you."
Chuck glanced quickly behind him, and turned back to her with a pleading look. "I really need to tell you something. It's important!"
For a long moment, their eyes met. Sarah didn't know how much more she could handle.
Chuck inhaled deeply and exhaled. "The man that you're looking for, the reason that you're here right now…" he trailed off, and looked down at his feet. Looking up with a determined, purposeful look, he said, "I'm that man. I'm Osiris."
Sarah felt the weight of the world crashing down on her chest. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs and all the blood had been pumped out of her heart.
"…and I know kung fu."
Sarah didn't believe it. She shook her head and fixed her gaze on Carina. The redhead stood behind Chuck, looking like a deer in the headlights. "This is a joke, right? Did Carina put you up to this?"
He shook his head. "In the past nine months, I've broken into CIA, NSA, Fulcrum, and the Ring's facilities. I have stolen over ten-thousand classified documents in the last nine months."
She exchanged a glance with Carina, who looked more petrified than shocked. Even Carina looked like she couldn't believe the words that came out of Chuck's mouth. Her body was shaking from head to toe.
Sarah felt a surge of anger and betrayal. Chuck—the same Chuck that she had known since she was a toddler—was a vigilante. Chuck was the man that she had been threatened to catch. He was the reason she lied in bed every night, worried for his safety. She hated herself, because she was compromised, and he was the reason for that.
"You'd better be fucking kidding, Chuck," she warned, her voice surprisingly calm.
She looked him in the eyes, glaring. "Do you have any idea what you've put me through?"
Chuck sighed, and reached out his hands for her. "Sarah, I'm sorry that I—"
She swatted his hands away, furious and hurt. Without a second thought, she slapped him across the face. Shoving him away, she pushed the button to close the elevator doors and saw the remorseful expression on Chuck's face as they closed.
She never knew that anything could hurt so much…but it did.
November 19, 2007
2:25 PM PST
Although it was November, the sun was too bright and too hot on her closed eyelids. She turned her body away from the window and rested her face on the unused pillow to her left. It felt cool against her skin. She was mentally and physically exhausted. Osiris had been under her nose the entire time she had been in Los Angeles. Osiris was Chuck…Chuck was Osiris.
But he told her he loved her, and she knew that she loved him. There was no denying that. But if he really loved her, he should have trusted her from the beginning! That was what infuriated Sarah. The fact that after everything Chuck said about him loving her, he still didn't trust her enough to tell her that he was Osiris. She understood why he didn't tell her at first. She was a CIA agent, and she was supposed to bring Osiris into custody. However, they had spent so much time together in the last two months, talking, joking around, and she liked to think that they had had fun together.
The hours passed. The sun was no longer warm against her face, as she lost herself in sleep. But even in sleep, Chuck's words still echoed in her ears. And soon, before she knew it, the sun was gone and replaced with the moon.
What would she have done if she and Chuck hadn't run into Jill? She knew, while she stayed in Los Angeles, that she would have still wanted to spend time with Chuck. But would she have told him that she was a CIA agent? It was doubtful that she would. And while there were many differences between being a spy and being a masked vigilante, they still had at least one thing in common. No one was supposed to know who they were. So, even though it hurt her more than anything that Chuck didn't tell her who he was from the beginning, she understood why he hadn't told her before today.
Opening one eye, Sarah noticed that the top drawer of the dresser wasn't closed all the way. She hadn't spent much time in the penthouse, except to grab a new outfit for work every morning, ever since Mary had told her that she needed to capture Osiris. The sheets made a shuffling noise as she slid off the bed, and strode over to the dresser. When she pulled open the drawer, she saw the red case that held her will and the letter that Chuck had written her nearly ten years ago in San Francisco.
Prying open the case, Sarah took out the folded letter. On top of the fold, Chuck had written, "To: Sarah…Love: Chuck." She unfolded the paper.
March 28, 1998
I just wanted you to know that it was wonderful spending time with you again. This week went by way too fast, and I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't fast enough. I really wish that we could have spent more time together. I don't know if you feel the same way, but I've been so lonely for these last five years. I guess that makes me sound like a wuss, since I've still got Ellie, but it's different, you know? I missed seeing you every day, and I missed talking to you. So what I'm trying to say is that, apart from the weird witness protection stuff that went on when we first saw each other, I'm glad that we were able to spend all that time together. I'll never forget this week.
Some people might say that it's unfair to part, after five days, from someone that they've cared about for nearly their whole lives. Maybe it is unfair, but it doesn't feel that way for me. I'm actually really grateful. The best times of my life were when we were kids, hanging out, and helping you with your math homework while you tried to teach me cursive. I guess what I'm trying to say is that seeing you again, and talking to you again, has been amazing.
I really hope that we'll see each other again in the future. And when we do, I hope that we'll be able to spend more than five days together. When that time comes, I hope that there won't be anything between us. If there is, I hope that we can figure out a way to make things work.
But in case we don't see each other again, I just want you to know that I'm in love with you. I'm sorry that I can't tell you this in person, but it's pretty scary, you know? I'm sure that there's no way that a girl like you could ever feel the same for a guy like me, but I just needed you to know that. I love you, Sarah.
Through tearful eyes, Sarah let out a chuckle. She had been a mess back when she was Jenny Burton, with her frayed hair, braces, and awkward skinniness. But it made her feel quite nice knowing that Chuck had always had the same feelings for her as she did for him, even despite all of Jenny's problems.
She knew what had to be done. There was only one obvious choice, really. She walked over to where her purse lay beside her bed and took her keys out.
November 19, 2007
8:42 PM PST
Chuck wasn't at his house. He wasn't at his office. He wasn't even picking up his damn phone. The last place she tried was Bryce's house, which happened to be the same house that Chuck had grown up in. When she walked up the porch steps, and knocked on the door, Bryce told her that Chuck wasn't there. Immediately, she knew that he was lying, so she told Bryce to tell Chuck that she would be at the park waiting for him.
It was surreal being back in Encino.
Sarah was sitting on a metal bench as she looked around the playground. Apart from new playground equipment—plastic slides had replaced the aluminum ones—everything was still the same. Or maybe it felt the same? She really didn't know. Although she had no recollection of how she and Chuck first met, since they were so young, her mother used to tell her the story all the time. A chuckle slipped out as she recalled her mother's story. They were around three-years-old, and Sarah wanted to play with Chuck in the sandbox. She took his pail, and in return, she let him play with her ball. When she threw it, she had thrown it too hard, and it bounced off Chuck's head, causing him to cry. Her mother would always laugh so hard when she got to the part where Sarah had given him a sloppy kiss, and he cried harder. That had led her into breaking down in tears as well.
This was where it all began. She sighed and continued to wait, letting the memories of her childhood flow freely through her mind. It was so much easier to be happy back then. They never did anything special. In fact, most of the time, all they had done was watch movies or play here at the park. There were times when Chuck had tried to coax Sarah into playing Nintendo or Sega, but those were rare.
Hearing a shuffling of leaves, Sarah quickly turned, her hand automatically snapping to the hilt on her waist. With the way things had been going lately, Sarah wouldn't have been surprised if Mary had randomly showed up to remind her that Omega would kill Chuck. But she let out a breath of relief when she saw Carina walking toward her. Usually, Carina would find a way to sneak up on Sarah, so that she couldn't hear her, but that wasn't the case tonight. Still, she found it odd that Carina would—okay, she finally realized. Carina must have known that Chuck was Osiris before her. It was irritating to know that.
There was no preamble. The redhead just spoke. "Why do you want to talk to him?"
Sarah flashed Carina a look of annoyance. "Because I want to arrest him," she quipped with an eye roll. "Why do you think I want to talk to him? I need to tell him some things."
She wanted to retort back with a smart-ass remark, but she decided against it. "Is he here?"
"Maybe." Carina sat down on the bench next to Sarah. "What are you going to tell him?"
"Just let me talk to him," said Sarah. She reached for the knife hilt on her waist, and Carina quickly snatched her wrist. Sarah looked at her. "Calm down. I'm going to give you my knives, and I have a gun in my handbag. You can sit over there," she pointed across the playground to another set of benches, "while I talk to Chuck. If you're afraid that I'm going to arrest him, or hurt him, then feel free to shoot me."
Although Carina was in possession of Sarah's knives and her gun, she still glanced at her suspiciously.
"Carina," Sarah began. "We're partners. You can trust me."
"Oh, really?" scoffed Carina. "Then why haven't you told me that you're working for Omega?"
Sarah rolled her eyes. "They threatened to kill Chuck if I didn't bring Osiris in. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I didn't want you to get involved. What would you have done if they threatened someone you lo…liked?" She added the last word lamely. Liked? She quickly changed the subject. "It wasn't like you were honest with me, either. How long have you known that Chuck was Osiris?"
"Longer than you."
Letting out a dry laugh, she shook her head. "But yeah, you never told me that you knew, so I'd say we're even."
"Yeah, maybe," said Carina with a serious expression. "Listen, Walker, you really have no idea how lucky you are. Chuck's a great guy, so…don't hurt him."
It was always unsettling to Sarah whenever Carina put her serious face on, but she nodded. "I'm not planning on it."
"Good. Oh, by the way, I thought you should know that I deleted the conversation that you and Chucky had in his office."
"One sec," said Carina. She took Sarah's gun from her purse, checked the magazine, probably to ensure that Sarah hadn't loaded blanks, and cocked it. "You do anything I don't like, I'll shoot you," she reminded. Carina placed a hand on her ear and looked behind her. "Come on out, Chucky."
Wearing a wire must have been her idea, Sarah thought. She and Carina nodded to each other, and Sarah watched as the redhead walked away. There was another rustling of leaves, and a moment later Chuck approached her with a remorseful expression on his face.
Sarah rose to her feet and Chuck began to speak.
"Hi," he said, his voice hoarse.
They stood in silence. Sarah knew why she wanted to speak to Chuck. She knew what she wanted to say, but the words didn't come out.
They spoke at the same time. Chuck gestured for her to speak first.
"So Carina knew who you were, huh?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
Chuck nodded. "She found out by accident, though. In Virginia," he added. "I was tired, and she needed toothpaste, so she dug through my suitcase and found my gear."
Carina had probably broken into his room in her underwear, Sarah thought. "So why are you stealing government intel?"
"To fight Omega," he replied, and he began to explain to Sarah what Omega was, what they wanted, and what their goals were. "That's it," he finished.
She stood rigid as she flashbacked to the night she had gone to the docks to stop Osiris. He had been so fierce, appearing out of nowhere, taking out a handful of men, disappearing, and reappearing. And she remembered how he had taken a bullet to save her life.
"How…where did you learn how to fight?" she asked.
"That's a little tougher to explain," he replied. "In short, I have a computer in my brain. Yeah," Chuck added quickly as Sarah quirked a brow. "It sounds weird, but it's molecular encoding, and I'm able to…flash the information, and my body sort of downloads the fighting stuff."
His explanation meant nothing to her, but Sarah just took him at his word. "Omega sort of…recruited me, and your mom—"
"My mom's a double agent," Chuck interrupted.
"So is that how you knew?"
He shook his head. "Carina captured an Omega operative. She's the one that told us that they recruited you. But I…I didn't believe it. As for my mom, none of us have been able to contact her for months."
Still trying to process all of this information, Sarah sat down. She understood what was happening, and what Omega was about, but still, it was a lot to chew on. She gestured for Chuck to sit down next to her. When he did, she adjusted herself on the bench to face him. He still had the same remorseful look on his face, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was regretting telling her that he loved her.
He took a risk, though. Everyone else believed that she was working for Omega, but Chuck didn't care. He still told her how he felt, and what he did. That had to mean something, right?
"Omega's going to try to kill you unless I bring Osiris in," she said.
"I'm not going to let that happen. I got some things put together so that…we can run away together. I've been planning it for awhile now, and I'm pretty confident that they'll never find us."
Chuck looked at her. "You didn't have to do that."
Like hell she didn't. "I wanted to. C'mon, as long as I'm around, I'm always going to make sure you're safe."
He chuckled. "I'm a bad-ass now, though."
"So am I." She grinned at him. "Two bad-asses on the run. They'll make a movie about us one day."
"Well, if that's the case, I want Jake Gyllenhaal to play me," Chuck quipped.
"Fine, then, I want…" Sarah trailed off trying to think of an actress who could play her in a movie.
"Sarah," he began while she continued to think, "There are no actresses in Hollywood that could properly portray you. No one's good enough."
Sarah blushed, but she tried to play it cool. "That is true," she joked.
They both laughed. Once their laughter died, they sat in silence. Sarah could see Carina watching them intently from across the playground. She dropped her gaze and stared at the small sandbox not too far from where she and Chuck were sitting.
"It's weird being back here," she said softly. "It makes me think back to when we were kids."
Chuck laughed. "Yeah?"
"Yep," she replied. "Ever since I came here from D.C., I'd sometimes think about what would have happened if I never left. I mean, would things still be the same?"
"You mean the spy stuff?"
She shook her head. "No. I'm sure I would have never been recruited by the CIA if I never left. What I meant by what I said was, would I still…feel the same way that I do about you now if I never left."
Chuck glanced up from their hands and he gave her a puzzled look.
"Because, after I left your office, I went back to my hotel, and I thought about a lot of things," she explained. "At first, I was pissed and depressed, but I started to think about stuff. If we never ran into your ex at Starbucks, I would never have called in for a background check on her. And chances were, we wouldn't have known that she was Fulcrum, so I wouldn't have told you that I'm a spy. In San Francisco, I wasn't completely honest with you then, either. But anyway," she inhaled a breath, "I understood why you didn't tell me about the Osiris stuff. Then I thought harder, and I read that letter you wrote to me in San Francisco. I thought about everything that you said to me in your office."
Sarah squeezed his hand tightly. "I've always felt that way about you. I still feel that way about you. You mean…a lot to me."
"You mean a lot to me, too," said Chuck, brushing his thumb against hers.
Sarah let out a soft laugh. "You know what's crazy?"
She pointed to the sandbox. "My mom told me that that's where we met when we were kids."
"Yeah, she told me the story," he said, laughing. "A long time ago. You made me cry."
"You made me cry too."
"Did I?" he asked with a frown. "I never heard that part."
"Yep," she said, nodding. "I felt bad that I hurt you, so I gave you a kiss. That made you cry harder, so I started to cry."
"So it makes a girl wonder. If I kissed you again right now, would I end up crying?"
"I guess there's only one way to find out."
She smiled bashfully. It felt wonderful getting everything out in the open. Sure, her declaration hadn't been as elegant as Chuck's, but Sarah was never really good at expressing herself through words. She pulled on Chuck's hand so that his arm wrapped around her as she leaned in close to him. Giving Chuck a meaningful look, Sarah began to move in closer to his face.
"Hey!" Carina yelled, causing Sarah and Chuck to jump back in surprise.
Sarah contorted her face as the redhead ran toward her and Chuck. "What the hell?" Sarah shouted, flinging her arms up in exasperation.
"Oh, I was getting bored," replied Carina. "Plus, for a second, I thought you were going to bite Chucky, so…"
Sarah just shook her head and exchanged an annoyed glance with Chuck.
"Anyway, Walker, since you're in the know, now, how about you give Chucky and me the access code to the vault?" Carina snuggled in between Sarah and Chuck. "We need that intel."
Sarah slid away from Carina. "I already have something figured out."
November 19, 2007
11:30 PM PST
The alarms blared deafeningly, and her office was flashing red lights. Cursing, Sarah, pulled her S&W from her holster and ran out into the control room. She began to type in the access code for the surveillance feeds. When the main monitor came to life, showing the black and white videos from the cameras around the building, she quickly scanned through each of the feeds.
Her eyes danced around the screen, scanning through each camera for a sign of Chuck. And she saw him on the floor above hers, jumping down from the vent, landing in the middle of a group of guards. It was a smart move since none of the guards would be able to shoot at him in fear that they would miss and hit one of their partners. He brandished out his tranq pistols, flipped them so that he could hold onto the barrels, and swung his arms to the side so that the butt of the guns landed against two of the guards' necks. They fell to the ground, and Chuck ducked beneath a rifle, narrowly avoiding being hit. He quickly smacked the guard with the butt of his gun in the thigh, and soon after, the guard was knocked out. He must have injected him with something, she thought.
It was surreal watching this all unfold, knowing that it was Chuck behind the mask. Never in her life had she imagined that he could be capable of something like this.
When all the guards fell, she watched as Chuck began tapping at the computer on his wrist, trying to break through the code so that he could enter the database room. Sarah turned away from the screen, and she ran, bursting through the door. And finally, for the second time, she was face to face with the masked man. Through the eye holes of his mask, she could see the look of surprise in them. With her gun pointed at his chest, she spoke, "You're coming with me."
He was breathing heavily, and he took a step back. Every time he exhaled, Sarah could hear the quiver in his breath. She flicked her head back, intentionally, to let him know that there was a surveillance camera behind her. Chuck blinked twice to let her know that he understood.
"I need you to drop your weapons," she said. Even though her heart was beating rapidly, her voice was calm and firm.
Chuck flicked both of his wrists, and the guns flew out from his sleeves. He placed them on the ground.
"Hands on your head." With one hand still pointing her gun at him, the other reached behind for a pair of handcuffs. "Turn around slowly." And he did. Sarah approached him and grabbed one of his wrists. As softly as she could, she whispered, "You have to resist. Now."
But he didn't do anything. With the knowledge that Omega was watching her, she had no choice but to lock one of the cuffs around his wrist. What was he doing? Suddenly, Chuck grabbed onto one of her wrists with his free hand. On instinct, she twisted her arm out of his grasp, and she went in with a left hook. He ducked underneath her fist. She anticipated him to make an attempt to fight back, but he didn't.
"Sell it, Chuck," she mouthed. She tried to punctuate the statement with her eyes.
With a hesitating look, he swung his right fist, and she caught it. She twisted his arm, and pulled him close to her. "You have to sell it better than that," she said softly. Using his momentum, or at least appearing to do so, he twisted her. Since he didn't use his full strength, Sarah had to flip herself around so that she would fall on the ground. "Snap kick," she warned. She kicked her right leg out, making it appear that it made contact with his face.
He fell back. She feared that he would look like he was overselling her kick, but she reacted quickly. She saddled him, and began to turn him on his stomach. At least, this time, he was resisting so it took quite an effort to turn him. She kneed him in the stomach and that was all she needed to do. He was lying face down. She grabbed onto his other wrist and cuffed his hands behind his back.
November 20, 2007
12:05 AM PST
She shoved Chuck into Room 302 where three Omega agents were waiting for her.
"It's done," she said. "I've brought you Osiris. Now, leave Chuck and me the hell alone."
"Agent Bartowski will contact you in twelve hour's time," said an operative with a shaved head. He grabbed Chuck roughly and pulled him down to the ground. "You've done good work, Agent Walker."
Sarah headed toward the door to leave the room, but stopped when she heard a crashing metal noise. A black figure, with flowing black hair jumped out of the air vent on the ceiling, and crashed down on the operative with the shaved head. The figure slammed the butt of her pistol against him, and Sarah watched as his eyes began to fade. Immediately, the figure shot two darts, rendering the other two agents unconscious. And before Sarah had the time to react, she felt a pinch on her arm. There was no warning, Sarah just fell.
November 20, 2007
3:34 AM PST
Sarah kneeled down and began picking at the lock to the front door of Chuck's house. After she had woken up from the tranq dart, it had felt like she had the worst hangover of her life. When she heard the click, she gently pushed open the door. Normally, it was a cakewalk sneaking into someone's home, but because of getting tranqed, she was louder than she wanted to be as she shut the door.
She walked down the foyer, and was ready to head up the stairs when she saw a flickering light in the living room. Knowing that that was where Chuck was, she changed her direction and went toward the living room. The TV was on, a little MUTE icon on the corner of the screen, but Chuck wasn't in there.
"Was it really necessary for you to sneak in?" a voice asked from behind, startling her. "You could have knocked."
Sarah turned around and saw Chuck leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
She grinned and he did as well. Pulling a flash-drive from her pocket, she strode over to Chuck and handed it to him.
It was her plan to have Chuck and Carina break into Castle earlier that night. Since Omega didn't know that the redhead was a part of Chuck's team, Sarah made it seem like she didn't either, which gave Carina the perfect opportunity to shoot her from behind. She hoped that this would buy her more time to properly plan her and Chuck's escape.
"Is this all of the data?" asked Chuck, while he stared at the flash-drive.
"Thank you," he said, smiling.
Sarah smiled back. "I'm mad at you, you know."
"Why?" he asked with a frown.
"You said that I wouldn't get a hangover from the tranq dart," she replied. "But guess what? My head hurts like a son of a bitch."
Looking apologetic, Chuck sprang into a series of apologies and explanation. "I'm so sorry! I guess Carina loaded the darts with a stronger dose of sedatives by accident!"
"Naw, I don't think it was an accident." It was probably safe to say that the redhead was very pissed off, and Sarah didn't blame her. If Sarah was in Carina's situation, she probably would have loaded the stronger tranqs as well. "So have you talked to Carina at all? About…you know?"
He shrugged. "I tried to apologize, but I don't know. I think she understands deep down. I wouldn't say she's cool with it, though."
Sarah was never a gloater, so she genuinely felt bad for Carina. But Carina had known longer than she had about Chuck's secret, and she had purposely loaded her gun with a stronger sedative, so Sarah didn't feel too bad for her.
"She'll get over it eventually," she said. She grabbed both of Chuck's hands with hers. "Speaking of Carina, I couldn't tell you this earlier, since she was there, but…" she trailed off as she looked him in the eyes and smiled. Her thumbs brushed against his before she released his hands. She ran her fingers up along the buttons on Chuck's shirt before she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. In turn, his arms were wrapped around the small of her back as she stood on her tiptoes. With their lips less than an inch apart, Sarah looked into his eyes. "I love you, too," she whispered. "I always have."
Replying with a grin, Chuck finally obliged her by moving closer. At first, the kiss was soft, delicate. As the seconds went on, however, it became deeper and more deliberate. It used to be, whenever they had kissed before, Sarah was timid. She had never really figured out why. It may have been because of the voice that told her that it was all for the cover.
But tonight, it was different. She was definitely not timid. Her hands slid down from his neck. She felt his hands pressing against her hips and he turned so that she was trapped between his body and the wall. She hooked her fingers around the belt loops of his pants.
Her hands slid up from the belt loops, and she brought them up under his shirt, causing it to bunch just below his ribcage. His body was warm, and she wondered why she hadn't done this before.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk more?" he asked against her mouth.
"I think we've covered all the bases," she said, kissing him again and tasting his lips.
Her hands slid further up to his chest, and she felt the thumping of his heart. Chuck's hands moved down her hips, and she let out a surprised gasp as he picked her up. She recovered quickly, wrapping her legs around his body. As she wrapped her arms once more around his neck, he pulled away slightly.
As he gently laid her on the couch, Sarah pulled him down closer to her, and she felt the weight of him against her. Her hands started to unbutton his shirt as he began to pull her own shirt up. When their lips pulled apart, she made quick work of shedding off her own shirt so that she could get back to kissing him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, and she knew that this was where she wanted to be.
November 20, 2007
En Route to Orion's Cabin
12:32 PM PST
Sarah couldn't remember if she had ever been this elated before. As Carina drove them in Chuck's Mercedes SUV (he certainly had a lot of cars), Sarah leaned comfortably against Chuck in the backseat of the car. His arms were wrapped around her torso, with his fingers wrapped around hers.
Earlier that day, Orion had called Chuck and told him to bring Sarah and Carina over to his cabin to have a discussion about her plans for keeping Chuck safe from Omega. The only choice they had now, since, obviously, she couldn't turn Osiris into Omega, was for the two of them to go on the lam. They all needed to collaborate on where they should go and what they should do.
"You know, as happy as I am that you guys are boning now, you really don't have to rub it in my face," Carina called from the driver's seat. "I get it. You guys are fucking like rabbits."
Sarah shrugged. "So?" she retorted childishly. "At least we don't get down and dirty in front of you, like you did back when we were at the Farm. Remember how we shared a room, and you just had to bring in that Blake guy?"
Carina rolled her eyes. "That's different! At least, back then, you didn't want to fuck Blake. As for me, I still want to fuck Ch—"
"So how about this weather, huh?" Chuck interceded. Sarah felt him squirm uncomfortably behind her as he stared out at the rain. "I can't remember the last time it rained this much. Global warming…"
"Chuck," Carina finished.
"What do you want me to say to that?" asked Sarah, trying to hold in her laughter.
"Nothing. Just quit rubbing it in my face! I swear to God, you have this look on your face that looks like you're going to burst into a song called 'I fucked Chuck.'"
"It sort of rhymes, so…" Sarah turned her head to wink at Chuck. His face was scarlet, but he continued to stare out the window.
"Professional courtesy, Walker," said Carina. "How big is ol' Chucky, anyway?"
Chuck coughed loudly. "I heard the funniest joke yesterday!" he cried loudly, obviously desperate to change the subject. "Two guys walk into a bar, and—how is that professional courtesy?"
"At the very least, I think I have the right to know," said Carina with a shrug. "Chucky didn't even have the decency to practice on me before Walker, so…"
Sarah laughed, while Chuck continued to squirm and whimper. She patted his knee. "Just ignore her," she told him. "She's just messing with you. Am I right, Carina?"
"Sure, okay," Carina halfheartedly replied. "But anyway, what's Orion like, Chuck?"
"Wait—you've never met Orion?" Sarah asked, looking from Chuck to Carina. It seemed odd for Carina to have not met Orion after she had been a part of his team for almost two months now.
Chuck shook his head. "He's all sorts of paranoid," he replied. "There's something about him. And, let's see, oh, everything has to be done his way, and no matter how much you try to argue you with him, chances are, you're going to lose that argument. Oh, and he's my dad."
"He's your dad?" she and Carina echoed in unison.
"Yep," he replied. "It's sort of a long story."
"We've got a good ten minute drive ahead of us," said Carina. "Do tell, Chuckles."
"Okay, well," he turned to Sarah. "Do you remember when my mom left? Well, Omega got to her. That's why she left, because she didn't want our family to be involved. Anyway, since she used to be a spy, my dad thought that the CIA had something to do with her leaving. So for a couple of years, he tried to find out what was up, you know? He figured out a way to hack into government databases, and with all that data, he started building the Intersect. Omega somehow got wind of that information, and they wanted that technology for themselves. Before they were able to get to my dad, my mom warned him. And that's why he ran."
"Wait, then how come Omega didn't use you and your sister to bait him out?" asked Carina.
"I'm thinking they figured that if a father leaves his two kids behind, then he must not have cared too much about them," replied Chuck. "Not only that, but my mom was pretty high up in the leadership. She was the deputy director, and led the biggest team that Omega had, so that's probably another reason why they never came after us."
Sarah looked sympathetically at Chuck. Although he tried to be nonchalant when telling the story of his parents, she still heard a small strain in his voice. He looked back with a smile and kissed her forehead.
"How many operatives has Omega planted in the CIA?" she asked.
"It's hard to tell," he said. "These days, with all of the different agencies recruiting kids from colleges, it would be easy for Omega to steal the list of the CIA candidates from all of the schools and get to them. But now, they're mostly planting their agents inside large corporations."
Chuck nodded. "On the positive side, it's going to take a couple of years, at least, to bankrupt a huge company. They'll probably start off with a few scandals, like insider trading, faulty manufacturing that require recalls, stuff like that, to make the stocks dip a few points. So we've still got some time, but in order to take Omega out, we need to figure out who the Architect is. Once we do that, we can get the names of the people in the chain of command, you know? And that's when we start working with the government to take them out."
Out of fear for Chuck's circulation, Sarah released his hands and readjusted herself so that she was no longer leaning into him. "So, for right now, you're just playing it close to the vest."
Carina sighed loudly. Sarah stared at the rearview mirror to see that Carina was looking very irritated. She knew that it was hard for Carina to see her and Chuck like this—to see the man that she had feelings for with someone else.
When Sarah was a child, still living close to Chuck, she had rarely seen Stephen. Whenever she did, he was friendly enough, but he was always busy doing God knows what. It'd been almost fifteen years since she last saw the man, and apart from a few frown lines, he hadn't aged much. He remained quiet, looking thoughtful, as Sarah explained how Mary had made contact with her, and how she was told that she had to bring Osiris in to protect Chuck's life. She had just finished telling him about her plans to run away with Chuck, after his shareholder's meeting in New York, when he held up a hand.
"It's a brilliant plan, Sarah," said Stephen. "But the problem with your plan is that you involved someone that works with you. Stanley Fitzroy, was it?"
"The thing that you don't know is that because of Fulcrum and the Ring, every single government employee's lines are tapped," he said. "It was a good move using someone else's phone to contact Mr. Fitzroy, but even if he believed that he had cleared the conversation from the records, it's been recorded. So eventually, people are going to find out about the new identities that you've created for yourselves."
"Even if that happens, Chuck and I would still have at least month's head start at the least," she persisted. "By that time, we could create new identities."
Stephen crossed his arms and nodded. "That's true, but you're also forgetting that Charles is very recognizable across the globe. Disguises can only do so much. We also have his company to worry about—"
"I can give all of my shares to Ellie and Bryce," Chuck interrupted. "I don't want to involve her in this, but at least we can still have control over Legend."
"If you transfer your shares to them, then Omega will know something is up," said Sarah. "That'll put your sister in a lot of danger."
"That's right," said Stephen.
"Then how do we proceed?" she asked. "I get why it's important to keep one of you guys in control of Legends, but Omega is still going to try to kill Chuck."
Stephen frowned, and again, he looked lost in thought. He looked at Chuck. "Charles, do you have a will filled out?"
He nodded cautiously. "Yeah. Pretty much, everything is left to Ellie. Why?"
"You could fake your own death," said Stephen. "That way, you could still help fight Omega, and you could remain in one place rather than trotting around the globe for the rest of your life."
"Yeah, but he'll be shut in for the rest of his life if we go that route," Sarah argued. She wasn't going to let Chuck get holed up underground, only to come out when he needed to go on a mission. "That is the most ridiculous thing that I have ever heard! Even when Omega's shut down, he'd still have to be holed up! At least, if we run, Chuck could be free the moment that Omega's out of the equation!" She took a deep breath to calm herself down. Chuck stared at her with an astonished look. "We have over a week to come up with a new plan. That gives us plenty of time to create new identities, create an escape route, and we could still fight Omega. After a period of time, he could be legally declared dead, and Ellie gets the shares to the company."
"But Omega will know that I'm not dead, and they'll try to get to Ellie anyway," said Chuck.
Sarah opened her mouth to argue, but Carina finally spoke. "NSA incinerator."
"The Terror Alert is high this time of year, and Chucky's going to New York City," she explained. "NSA incinerators are easily attainable through the black market, but not only that, they leave no traces of DNA behind. While Chuck's in New York, we could just plant one in his car, and on a few other empty cars. We can put an opening beneath his car so that he can get out before it detonates. It could look like a terrorist attack. Chuck and Sarah can go into hiding for awhile, fight Omega, and his sister can still run the company and be safe. After Omega's gone, then you guys can come out of hiding. Sarah tells the truth about how Omega threatened Chuck, and everything goes back to the way it was. Obviously, more stuff needs to be planned, but yeah…"
Sarah exchanged a wary glance with Chuck, but there was no other way. If they ran, Chuck would live, but Ellie would be under threat. If Chuck faked his death, he'd have to remain hidden, but at least, he wouldn't have to worry about Ellie, and he would know that once Omega was gone, he'd be free to come out of hiding. But how many years would that take?
"Yeah, that sounds doable," said Chuck. He was still looking at her. "What do you think, Sarah?"
She really regretted being unable to control her emotions when the paparazzi were snapping her and Chuck's pictures outside Stavros's club. But she nodded. "Yeah. It could work."
Stephen nodded. "We'll go with that, then. I'll look for any possible terrorist groups that could be in New York next week, and try to find any recent purchases of NSA incinerators." He turned to Sarah and Chuck. "You two plan a route to get back here. Obviously, you're going to have to avoid traffic cameras and highly populated areas, so look for some smaller roads to travel on."
"Right," they said.
"And Ms. Hansen, after all of that happens, you're most likely going to be reassigned—"
"I would like to remain here and keep an eye on Ellie, if you don't mind," said Carina. "My bosses still think that the Ring is still trying to get into Legend, so she'll likely need to have handlers anyway."
"You're right," said Stephen. "Thank you for looking out for my family."
Carina grinned. "It's no problem at all."
Stephen turned back to Sarah. "And thank you for looking out for Charles."
"Wait, what do we do about Casey?" asked Chuck, smacking his forehead. "I can't believe we forgot about him like the fat kid in gym class." He looked at his father. "I think we should include him in this plan. He's going to be back any day now."
Stephen shook his head. "The less people that know about this, the safer it is."
"Are you serious?" Chuck looked affronted. "We can trust him! I mean, he gave up having a family to protect this country, for the love of God!"
Confused, Sarah raised an eyebrow at Chuck, and he responded with a gesture that let her know that he would explain later.
"And he's working under Beckman," Stephen argued. From the corner of her eye, Sarah saw Carina stifling a chuckle. She knew that it was the perfect opportunity for Carina to joke, "That's what she said!" She turned back to Stephen, who continued, "It's too risky for him to know the plans. In Casey's eyes, Beckman is as loyal as he is."
"Mr. Bartowski, I've worked with Casey for a couple of years now, and I can assure you that if he finds out that Beckman's working for Omega, then—"
"We don't have enough evidence that shows that Beckman is working for Omega," Stephen interrupted. "That's the problem."
Chuck rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but we have—"
"Charles, we already have enough on our plates."
Sarah now saw Chuck's point. It was difficult to argue with his father. Stephen was a man that needed things done his way. But he did have a point. The less people that knew about Chuck faking his death, the better. On the other hand, Casey would prove to be an incredible asset.
"If he decides to stay, and once we gather some proof that Beckman's working for Omega, then that's when we'll let him know," said Stephen with finality in his voice.
November 20, 2007
Santa Monica Pier
5:43 PM PST
The rain had cleared. As she and Chuck walked around the nearly empty pier, she breathed in the scent of the salty air mingled with the smell of damp wood. In one hand, she held their shrimp po' boy sandwiches, and with the other, she held onto Chuck's hand. They were walking back to her Porsche when she stopped. She pulled his hand, bringing him close to her, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"What was that for?" he asked, looking pleasantly surprised.
Sarah shrugged, grinning. "It just feels nice that I have a legit excuse to do that now."
He chuckled and kissed her forehead. Sarah wrapped her arms around him and buried her head into his chest, breathing him in. She felt him squeezing her tightly as he said, "I realized something."
"What's that?" she asked lazily.
"If you weren't there at my dad's today, then he and I would have argued about faking my death, and stuff, for a really long time until I eventually agreed to it," he replied. "Yeah, I'm still going to have to fake die, but at least you stood up for me. It's been awhile since anyone's done that for me."
"Carina stood up for you too," she reminded him. Carina was the one who had come up with the better idea in the first place.
"I know she did," he said. "And I appreciate that too. But you just jumped right in there, and you were like, 'No, thank you! Chuck's not going to do that!' And I don't know…it just felt nice."
"Well, if you thought that I was going to let you hide in some underground tunnel for the rest of your life—"
"It's not that," he said. "The thing is, I'm still a newbie in everyone's eyes. Bryce used to be a spy, Jill used to be Fulcrum, and Carina's still a spy. My dad still treats me like I'm a kid or something, and he rarely listens to me, in case you haven't noticed."
Sarah nodded in agreement.
"The thing is, no one has really stood up for me like you did today," he said with a frown. "If Bryce was there, he would have automatically agreed with my dad. Jill would have just sat there, but afterward, she would have sympathized. And it was obvious that Carina wasn't comfortable speaking until you spoke up. But yeah…you standing up for me means a lot." He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you."
"Well, gee, aren't you the softie?" she teased. Sarah chuckled. "But seriously, Chuck, you should know by now that I've always got your back." Taking a step back, she aimed a punch at his arm.
"Ow-ugh!" cried Chuck, rubbing his arm. "What'd you do that for?"
"That's what you get for forgetting that, and not telling me that you were Osiris sooner," she replied. Leaning in close, she gave Chuck another peck on the lips. "And that's what you get for last night." When she pulled away, Sarah gave him a wink.
"You're kind of crazy, you know that?" he asked, with a grin.
She shrugged. "You like it."
"I do indeed." He took her hand and they started walking toward her Porsche again. "So after we eat, do you wanna go see a movie?"
Sarah's face fell in disappointment. "I have to go to Castle. Damage control from last night, you know?"
Chuck pouted his lips. "Oh, right. God, that Osiris guy seems like an asshole."
"You think?" she asked, playing along. "I personally think he's kind of sexy in a dangerous kind of way. He kind of reminds me of a better dressed Batman."
"Oh, well…" Chuck put on a sad face and released her hand. He pointed behind him with his thumb. "I guess I should just go, then?"
"Yeah…don't forget your food." She handed him the paper bag.
"Okay, then." He looked very convincingly hurt, and Sarah had to fight hard to hold down her laughter. "I don't know about you, but it was fun while it lasted."
Sarah brought her hand up to her chin and pretended to think. "It was just okay, I think."
"I see. Well, I had fun, at least."
He nodded with an overly dramatic look on his face. "Goodbye, then." With that, he turned and began to walk away.
Sarah giggled and jumped on his back. Stumbling a bit, Chuck quickly regained his footing. "Not so fast, young man. I'm not done with you yet."
"Ah! You're so heavy!" he cried, laughing. "Have you gained weight? Ow!" She playfully bit his ear. "In case you forgot, I took on like twelve dudes at once last night!"
"That's what she said!"
Chuck sighed. "Wow, I walked right into that one."
"You sure did," she agreed with another giggle. "Do you want me to get down?"
He bounced her up to get a better grip. "It's fine. I mean, even though this is the second night in a row where this ridiculously beautiful woman jumped on top of me, I think I could get used to this." He leaned his head a bit, grinning, and kissed her.
As she let Chuck give her a piggyback ride back to her car, Sarah wondered if she would ever stop grinning. "Hey, Chuck?"
"I'm really happy right now."
"Is 'happy' code for…you know?" he asked playfully. "If so, roger that!"
Laughing, Sarah flicked his ear. Even though it would be nice to have a repeat performance of last night, she still had other things to do. They didn't seem as important, though. "Gosh, you sleep with a guy once, and he suddenly thinks that that's all you want from him," she joked.
"If I'm remembering it correctly, which I probably am, I'm pretty sure you were the one that made the first move."
"Guilty!" she sang. She jumped off of Chuck's back and began digging in her purse for her car keys.
"But seriously," said Chuck. "I'm really happy too."
November 20, 2007
9:23 PM PST
As Chuck was finishing up his last set of arm curls, he listened to the rapid pounding coming from the treadmill. Carina was jogging furiously, flushed red, and beads of sweat were pouring down her face. They hadn't spoken too much, she and him. He had apologized that he couldn't reciprocate her feelings, but what more could he do, really? He couldn't control how he felt. Though, he truly believed that if Sarah and Bryce weren't a factor, then, maybe he could have had feelings for her.
But that certainly wasn't the case. He had been in love with Sarah ever since he could remember. When feelings like that lasted for that long, you couldn't just turn it off with the blink of an eye. And Bryce was one of his best friends. He was the guy that broke Chuck out of his shell at Stanford.
The pounding of Carina's feet slowed from the treadmill. Chuck set his weights down, and walked over to the mini-fridge to grab a bottle of water for her. He held the bottle up for her to see, and when she nodded, he threw it to her. She caught it with ease. Taking a long drink, draining nearly half of the bottle, Carina wiped the sweat off her face with a towel. She walked over to a fan to cool herself down.
"That was a brilliant plan you had today," he said, desperate to have something to talk about. She didn't say anything. "And thanks for volunteering to stay and keep an eye on Ellie too. It means a lot."
"Someone in the know has to keep an eye on her," said Carina, still not looking at him. "Plus, she's pretty hot and has a hell of an ass, so…"
Shuddering, Chuck tried to pretend that he didn't hear the last part of her statement. "Well, thank you, anyway."
Heaving a sigh, he grabbed a jump rope that hung from the wall. Before he started, though, Carina finally looked over at him.
"It's hard, Chuck," she said. "Seeing you and Walker together, I mean. I'm trying to be cool, or whatever, but it's hard."
He nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. "I'm sorry," was all he could say. What else was there to say? Should he have given the same speech everyone gives to someone who's been rejected, and tell Carina that she'll find someone better and move on? Would that have helped in this situation? Probably not, he thought. Carina was going to move on eventually. She didn't need to hear him telling her that.
"I'll get over it."
"Can I ask you something?"
"What happened with you and Bryce?" Ever since he had figured out that Carina had feelings for him, Chuck wondered about her and Bryce. He remembered her telling him that she had even considered quitting the Agency to be with Bryce.
"Nothing," she replied. "Just realized that apart from having sex, we don't really do anything else. As much as I love sex, sometimes it's nice to have someone to joke around with, or talk with."
"But what about back when he was a spy? From the stories he told me, it sounded like you guys had a lot of fun together."
"It was fun, but it was because of the missions we sometimes went on that made it fun," she explained. "It wasn't like what you and Walker have. You guys could probably have fun together at a funeral."
Chuck frowned. He seriously doubted that, but he knew what Carina had meant.
"But anyway, I'll probably find someone that I can have fun with and have amazing sex with, right?"
Chuckling, he nodded. "Definitely. But please, leave my sister alone. She's engaged."
Carina laughed. "Well, shit…it's going to take longer than I thought, then." Still laughing, Carina winked. "Anyway, I wish you and Walker the best of luck."
Giving him a quick, half smile, Carina walked out of his home gym. "Just to let you know, if you hurt Walker, I'll tear your nuts off."
"Noted," said Chuck, grimacing at the thought.
November 21, 2007
California Pizza Kitchen—LAX
5:10 PM PST
She sat beside Chuck and across from Casey and Carina, watching as the two men ate their pizza. Sarah and Carina had already eaten a few slices, but Chuck and Casey seemed to be determined to finish off the whole pie. She knew that Chuck was most likely pretty hungry, as they had skipped lunch to participate in some, what she liked to call, good times.
"So what happened with Ilsa?" asked Chuck, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Casey stared at Chuck for a moment before he replied. "She's an undercover agent for the French Secret Service."
"So are you guys…"
"She's already got another assignment," answered Casey.
"Well, that sucks, big guy. I'm sorry."
Casey just grunted and bit into his slice of pizza.
"What was Federov doing in Chicago, anyway?" asked Sarah. It seemed silly for a Russian mob leader to travel all the way to Chicago for a wedding.
He held up a finger as he chewed. "There's a small processor company over there. He was buying some GPS processors to put in missiles and sell for a profit on the black market."
Carina laughed. "I don't know why all these foreign mob leaders and weapons buyers always insist on traveling to the States to get their shit, you know? They always get caught. Plus, those missions are usually boring as hell."
"There's a reason why the Russians lost the Cold War," said Casey. He looked at Chuck. "Bartowski, forget—"
"Forget I ever heard that," Chuck finished. "Done. By the way, I stocked up on some fresh Hot Pockets for you, big guy. Well, I wouldn't call them fresh, since they're processed to hell, but…"
"Variety pack with the ham and cheese and meatballs?"
"Good man." After Casey had taken the last bite of his pizza, he stood up and looked at Sarah. "Want me to take over watch at Castle?"
Sarah nodded. "Have you been briefed about what happened?"
"Yeah," he replied. "Shame I missed out on all of the fun. How did Beckman react when she heard I went back to Chicago?"
"She didn't care," replied Carina. "Federov's a pretty big deal, so we just told her that you were taking care of it. C'mon, Johnny Boy, I'll drive you to Castle."
They all said their goodbyes, and Sarah and Chuck watched as Carina and Casey drove away.
"That was pretty anticlimactic, don't you think?" asked Chuck. "I was expecting Casey to come back with Ilsa, to be honest."
"I'm sure she and Casey made plans to see each other again," said Sarah. She had noticed that Casey had a certain swagger as he had walked to Carina's car. "I'm pretty sure he got some action too."
"Really? What makes you say that?"
"I can just tell."
Chuck opened Sarah's door for her, and she stepped into his car. After he walked around the front, he sat behind the wheel. Instead of starting his car, Chuck reached into his pocket and pulled out a credit card.
"What's that for?" she asked.
"I've borrowed Bryce's credit card so we could get a hotel room for the night," he replied. She lightheartedly gave him an accusing look, but he laughed it off. "No, not for that…well, maybe that. But I was thinking that since Casey's back, he's going to be listening to the bugs, you know? And Omega might have planted bugs at your place. We still have a lot of stuff to plan for New York. Since I'm starting to get paranoid about Omega checking out my records and stuff, I figured that I'd just use Bryce's card to get us a hotel room for the night so we could figure stuff out."
"Wow," she said, impressed by his thinking.
"Are you being sarcastic? I'm being overly paranoid, aren't I?"
"No, you did good, Chuck." She reached over and rubbed his arm. "It's smart thinking."
Looking very proud of himself, he turned on his car and drove away.
November 21, 2007
9:38 PM PST
"Seriously? She's going at it again?" cried Sarah, running a hand through her hair in frustration. They had arrived at the cheap hotel just over three hours ago. In those three hours, Sarah was convinced that the woman staying in the room next to theirs had to be a prostitute. With the constant silhouettes of different men walking past their room and to hers, and the excessively loud moaning, it was a fair assumption. All Sarah wanted to do was get through planning everything with Chuck so that they could spend the next couple of days with not too many worries.
She heard the bedpost pounding, and the woman moaning through the wall. Heaving a sigh, she looked at Chuck. "Why does she have to be so loud?"
"I don't know," he replied with a shrug. "I think you could give her a run for her money, though."
Sarah threw her pen at him. "I'm not that loud!"
"I beg to differ, but if you say so," said Chuck, still laughing.
"I'm not!" she insisted. To her relief, the pounding and moaning stopped. Sarah grabbed a piece of paper and began sketching out a map. "Okay, we really need to focus." She handed Chuck the makeshift map and a satellite image and pointed out the Ritz-Carlton where the shareholders' meeting was going to be held. The plan went like this: Sarah was going to pay off a private pilot to fly to New York a day before the meeting. If she went with Chuck on his plane, and he went missing a couple of days later, Omega would know that she had something to do with his disappearance. For her alibi, Sarah was going to use Jill, and say that she was spotted and Sarah was trailing her.
There was a Tiffany and Co. store about six blocks away from the Ritz-Carlton. Since Carina needed to remain in Los Angeles to sit in for Chuck in some meetings, Casey would accompany him to New York. Chuck would tell Casey that he needed to go to Tiffany's to pick up some presents for Ellie, and that he'd meet up with him in an hour. Across the street from Tiffany's was a storm drain. Chuck would crawl out of his car, down the storm drain, and by then, the NSA incinerator should blow. He would then walk west through the sewers where he would rendezvous with Sarah. Together, would use the same pilot to fly back to Los Angeles where they would hide out at his old house.
"That's the plan in a nutshell," Sarah finished. "We still have to come up with some contingency plans, and all that. But what do you think, so far?"
He nodded. "It's not perfect, but it'll do for now, I guess."
"Far from perfect," she agreed. "There are way too many unseen variables, but you're leaving in four days, and there is a ton of stuff we still have to do. You're talking to Ellie and Devon tomorrow, right?"
"Want me to come with you?"
"That would be great, if it isn't too much trouble," he said appreciatively.
Sarah knew that involving Ellie was hard for Chuck, but she believed that Ellie had the right to know. It was better than her thinking that her brother was dead. The poor woman had been through enough in her life. "It's no trouble at all."
"Thank you," said Chuck with a grin. "Man, I wish we had more time, though. Ow!" he cried when Sarah threw her pen at him again. "What was that for?"
"We would have had more time if you had told me earlier," she said teasingly.
"God, how long are you going to keep that up?" he asked while shaking his head. There was a playful tone to his voice.
"I'm a woman—"
"Shut up," said Sarah, laughing. "But yes. And women are like elephants, Chuck. We never forget." The pounding against the wall had started up again. "And that woman," she said, pointing at the wall, "is like a god damn rabbit! How is she going at it again?"
Chuck looked at the wall, looking amazed as Sarah did. "She has to be a machine. That's like the fourth time she's been at it since we got here!"
"I know!" Sarah cringed as the woman next door began screaming passionately. "I should go over there, knock on her door, and be like, 'Hi, is everything all right in there?' Or maybe I should go and ask for a cup of sugar."
"A cup of sugar, eh?" he mused. "You do know that we're in a motel, right?"
"Yeah, and we have a kitchenette. I could say we're baking cookies."
Chuck looked over at the kitchen and laughed. "That would be pretty funny. Ten bucks says you won't do it, though."
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge, Mr. Bartowski?"
"I believe it is, Miss Walker," he said.
Sarah stood up, and brushed her hair back. "I'll do it!"
When she reached the door, about to turn the knob, she burst into a fit of laughter at the absurd realization of what she was about to do. "Oh my God! Should I really?" she cried, bouncing on her heels. She was laughing so hard that tears began to build in her eyes, and her ribs started to get sore. Her face was flushed red as she doubled over, still bouncing giddily on her heels.
Chuck was laughing just as hard as she was. He leaned against the wall for support, holding a finger up, trying to catch his breath. But as soon as his laughter stopped, it started up again. Since he couldn't speak, he just reached into his back pocket and pulled his wallet out. Taking large, deep breaths, he pulled out a ten dollar bill and held it out in front of him.
"Okay, I'm gonna do it!" she announced, still trying to keep her laughter down. She inhaled deeply, and released the air. Her face was still bright red, but at least the laughter had died down.
"I need to see this!" Chuck cried, stumbling to his feet.
He followed Sarah out of their room, but he just stood at their door, leaving Sarah to fend for herself. She didn't know what had possessed her to become so…childish, but it didn't matter. Even if this was immature, she was still having fun. Before knocking on their neighbor's door, she looked over and winked at Chuck.
She knocked on the door, loudly, three times. "Hey! Is everything okay in there? Is anybody hurt?"
"Hello?" she called louder. She quickly bit down on her lip to keep from giggling.
"Everything's fine! Do you not see the 'Do Not Disturb' sign?" an irritated sounding man called.
"Sorry, I just heard screaming, and I thought—"
Knowing that if she looked over at Chuck, she would burst into laughter once more, Sarah pushed on. "Well, that's good to hear! In that case, you don't happen to have any sugar, would you? I'm baking cookies—"
Chuck doubled over in laughter as the woman called out. "WE'RE IN A FUCKING MOTEL! Why the hell would we have sugar?"
Sarah brought her hand up to her mouth and bit down. Once she was sure that she wasn't going to laugh, she called, "There are kitchens here, so I thought—"
"You thought wrong! Leave us the fuck alone!"
"Oh, okay! Sorry to bother you!" She quickly ran into Chuck's arms, and he pulled her back into their room. They fell on the floor, both laughing so hard that Sarah thought that their ribs might crack.
Once they stopped laughing, Sarah looked at Chuck who was looking back at her with a loving look that sobered her up. "You're amazing," he said.
"You're not so bad yourself."
As they continued to laugh, both clutching to each other, Sarah realized something. They were making up for the time that they had lost. The years they spent separated from each other. She leaned over and stole a kiss from him. It was a game she liked, stealing kisses from Chuck. What made her really love it, though, was that she no longer had to hide behind a mask to steal them.
November 26, 2007
Unknown, NEW YORK
She couldn't move. Her body felt weighed down, as if she had just woken up from a night of heavy drinking. A sharp pain filled her entire head. Her eyes were covered by a rough cloth. The only sound, apart from her heavy, shaky breathing, was the dripping water which she assumed was hitting the ground. Omega must have captured her.
A creaking door opened, but Sarah couldn't see who was coming.
"Hello, Agent Walker," said a familiar voice. It had to be Beckman, she thought. "You failed to bring Osiris in. You let him get away."
Sarah didn't bother to argue back. Omega must have seen the tapes. They must have seen what happened. But they wouldn't forgive her, even though losing Osiris had appeared not be her fault. To them, Sarah had tried, but she had failed.
"I've ordered a few of my agents to bring Mr. Bartowski here," said Beckman.
"I swear to God, if any of you hurt Chuck, I'll personally kill each and every one of you!" Sarah spat in fury.
This was not how the plan was supposed to go.
She heard the door opening again, and another pair of footsteps.
"General, you are relieved." Sarah definitely recognized this person's voice. She knew that it belonged to Mary Bartowski.
"Thank you, Mary," said Beckman.
Sarah felt a rough tug around her eyes, and suddenly, she was blinded by bright lights. She had assumed that she was in a dark, abandoned storage closet of some sort, and was surprised to see that she was wrong. The room was lit by bright florescent lights. To her left was a stainless steel cart, holding many different knives. She was strapped to a metal chair.
Mary began to walk toward her. The older woman stared viciously at her. Before she knew it, Sarah felt a terrible pain across her cheek. When she looked back up at Mary, she was rubbing her knuckles.
"That's for my son," she said, raising her fist once more.
This was definitely not how the plan was supposed to go, Sarah thought again as she braced herself for another impact.
She felt the punch. The chair, in which she sat, was in danger of falling back. Mary grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her forward. Sarah ignored the pain; she had much more pressing issues. How was she going to escape? She didn't know where she was, her arms and legs were chained to the chair.
"Look at me," Mary growled. Sarah turned away from the wall and looked at the incensed woman. "All of this is happening because of what you couldn't do."
As Sarah was about to retort, she saw Mary flicking her eyes to her left. Sarah immediately caught on to the bobby pin in Mary's hair. She blinked her eyes to tell her that she understood.
Mary leaned closer. "You had your chance to bring us Osiris, and he got away."
Sarah moved quickly. She thrust her head forward, and grabbed the bobby pin out of Mary's hair, hoping that it looked like an attempt to bite the elder woman. Feigning surprise, Mary took a step back, allowing Sarah to slip the pin under her tongue. Just as she did so, Mary landed another punch, this time to Sarah's stomach.
"You don't have the right to fight back," said Mary. She wrapped her hand around Sarah's throat. "My son is going to die, and there's nothing either of us can do about it." As she finished the statement, Mary mouthed, "Grand Central Station," so quickly that if Sarah blinked she would have missed it. "It was your job to keep Chuck safe." Again Mary mouthed, "Two hours."
"I didn't know Osiris had a partner," Sarah grumbled. Saliva began to build in her mouth, and she spit off to the side. "How in the hell was I supposed to know that? Give me more time! I could bring him and his partner in."
"My orders are to kill you and Chuck. There's nothing I could do," said Mary with a shake of her head.
"It's not December yet!"
But Mary ignored her. Sarah watched as the woman turned and walked out of the room. Beckman stood at the door and gave Sarah a knowing wink before she followed after Mary. Was she in on this plan too?
Sarah didn't have much time to ponder. She had her way of getting out of the chains, but she still had no idea how to escape this room. Hoping that Mary had an out for her, Sarah began to cough. She bent her head down and on her last, loud cough, she caught the bobby pin in her left hand. Immediately, she set out to pick the locks.
By the time the locks on her wrists were picked, the skin had rubbed off. Ignoring the constant stinging, she began to pick the locks around her ankles. The last cuff fell, and the room turned pitch black.
Frantically, she looked around the room, but wasn't able to see an inch in front of her. Suddenly, she saw a red light above the door blinking rhythmically.
Three quick blinks. Was that an S, she wondered. One quick blink and a prolonged blink. That was definitely an A…
It was Morse Code, she realized.
Sarah, follow the lights, it finally finished. With a loud clank, the metallic door opened a crack. She reached over to the table, grabbed a blade, and kicked open the door. Although it was dark, Sarah saw the silhouettes of two guards, caught by surprise. Immediately, she aimed a quick blow to one of the guards' neck, and just as quickly, she turned and slammed her palm into the others nose. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the wall. Then she grabbed a handful of his hair, and slammed his face as hard as she could against it. She turned swiftly and aimed a kick for the first guard's temple, knocking him out.
She knelt down, feeling around to see if any of the guards had a gun. As she moved her hands around, she found what she was looking for. Straightening up, she grabbed the pistol from the guard. Her eyes scanned around the hallway, looking for any sign of a blinking light. She saw one to her left and began to run.
The light led to a staircase where she saw beams coming from flashlights. As quietly and as quickly as she could, Sarah climbed up the steps. When she came closer to the beams, she paused, waiting for them to approach her. Kneeling behind the banister, as she watched a beam get closer, Sarah reached out, grabbed the guard's wrist and pulled him down. She struck him in the face as hard as she could with the barrel of her gun, and aimed another strike for the back of the guard's head. Suddenly, the lights began to scatter about.
Sarah rose from behind the banister and looked up in surprise as a beam of light hit her face. Without hesitation, she threw the knife that she had grabbed earlier where she knew the guard's leg would be. As soon as the blade had hit the target, the guard came tumbling down the stairs. Again, Sarah clocked him in the back of the head with the pistol to knock him unconscious. She pulled the knife from the man's thigh.
Sarah ran up the staircase, running into more guards. She shot twice, kneecapping two of them. Adjusting her pistol, so that she held it by the barrel, Sarah swung her arm as the gun made contact with the third guard's face. Ignoring the groans of pain, Sarah looked around to see another red, blinking light right above the door a flight of stairs above her. She burst through the door, holding the gun out in front of her, ready to fire in case there were more guards. But she realized that she had walked out onto a fire-escape. Waiting for her was Mary.
"John Casey is transporting Chuck to Grand Central," she said without preamble. She handed Sarah a couple of magazines. "He's not with us. Beckman ordered an NSA team to transport Chuck here. Casey thinks that it's for security purposes."
"Where am I?" asked Sarah as she placed the extra magazines and the pistol in her waistband. She threw the knife aside.
"Five miles northeast from Grand Central," replied Mary. "Remember, the agents picking Chuck up are NSA. Unless you want the entire government after you two, do not kill any agents."
Sarah nodded as her mind drifted to the motor home waiting for her and Chuck with supplies at the Poconos. "I know where to take Chuck after I get him."
"I don't want to know. Omega has to know that I planned this," said Mary. "I'll take care of everything here. You just make sure Chuck is safe."
"Right." Sarah climbed over the bar, but before she started down, she looked at Mary. "Thank you."
She quickly climbed down to the ground. As she was about to run, Sarah noticed a duffle bag on the ground. She knelt down, and opened it in a hurry. Inside, there was a black wig, a wool coat, two phones, and some lock picks. She tied her hair in a bun, and slid on the wig and coat. She placed the lock picks into the coat pockets, and she ran off. At the first car she saw, Sarah quickly picked the lock and hot-wired it.
November 26, 2007
Grand Central Station
3:49 PM PST
She had ditched the car a block away, and now, she waited for any sign of Chuck or Casey. There was a flood of people, perhaps going home for the holidays. Hundreds of different faces walked in and out of the station, but Sarah had her eyes out for only two. She knew that any of these faces could be a NSA agent, willing to transport Chuck to Omega's makeshift base at the abandoned building she had been at earlier.
Out of fear of looking suspicious, Sarah stood in line at a hotdog stand, trying to appear to be waiting for some food. But then she saw them about a hundred yards away. Casey was about to lead Chuck through the west entrance. There was no way she could reach them in time.
Sarah pushed through the line, and to the vendor. She shoved the elderly man aside, ignoring his protest. Finding what she was looking for, Sarah grabbed a small propane bottle, and tossed it inside the steamer.
She grabbed the vendor's arm. "Get back!" she yelled at the crowd as she pulled the vendor away. As the crowd, looking scandalized, backed away from the cart, Sarah pushed the vendor aside. A second later, the cart exploded. The explosion wasn't big enough to fatally injure anyone, it was more like a loud explosion of steam. She looked toward the west entrance to see Casey looking in her direction, where people were screaming.
Sarah watched as Casey turned to Chuck, most likely to tell him to stay put, and he began walking toward the cart. His hands reached behind him, most likely for his badge and his gun. Sarah was right as Casey began to yell, "NSA! Get back!"
She pulled the gun from her waistband just as Casey approached. He noticed her a second too late, right when she swung the butt of her gun at him. It collided with the back of Casey's neck, and the large man fell to the ground. "Sorry, Casey," she mumbled as she ran toward Chuck.
Before she reached him, however, two men grabbed Chuck from behind. She saw one of them flashing his badge at Chuck, and they pulled him away.
"Damn it," she grumbled, making her way to follow them inside the station.
When she stepped in, she was lost in a sea of people. Her eyes danced around, looking for any sign of Chuck. It was proving to be quite difficult as Sarah counted over a dozen men that stood at around six feet two inches with dark brown hair and wearing business suits. As she scanned the terminal again, she saw him.
Chuck was struggling against the two agents, demanding to know what was going on and where they were taking him. Once Sarah saw Chuck's fists clenching, she immediately pulled her gun from her waistband, pointed up at the ceiling and fired three shots.
Immediately, a chorus of frightened screams and gasps sounded from the hundreds, maybe thousands, of people in the terminal. Some of them scattered to the exits, while others immediately fell to the ground, covering their heads. Sarah blended in with a crowd of people that were heading toward an exit, and her eyes scanned around to see if there were more agents. She counted about seven men, all wearing dark suits and sunglasses, looking around the terminal. Such a NSA trait, she thought. Of course, the NSA wouldn't have sent just two agents. They would have sent in a handful. They were thorough.
Sarah pushed through the crowd, heading toward the two agents closest to Chuck. They shoved him to the ground, one of the agents knelt beside him with his gun in his hand, surveying the terminal for any sign of the person that had opened fire. Sarah joined in a group of people who were running toward the north exit where Chuck and the two agents were.
As she ran with the group, one hand dug through her coat pocket and pulled out one of the phones that Mary had left while the other shoved the gun back in her waistband. When she got close enough to touch Chuck, she tripped over her feet, and fell hard against the ground. She and Chuck briefly made eye-contact. He looked confused and lost, but she gave him a pointed look; "Don't say a word to me," she tried to say through her eyes. He seemed to understand, and she quickly shoved the untraceable cell phone into one of his hands.
She was pulled up roughly by an agent with dark blonde hair. "Go!" he cried, shoving her forward.
Sarah scrambled back into the crowd, as she pulled the other phone out from her pocket. She quickly pressed the 'Send' button, and with her free hand, she clutched onto the handle of her gun. While the dial tone rang, Sarah slipped out from the crowd and slid behind a ticket desk. She listened to the agents all yelling at the crowd, telling them to leave the station, and Chuck finally answered.
"Hello?" he asked. His voice was muffled.
Sarah peeked behind the desk to see that the agent was still holding Chuck down to protect him.
"Do not say my name," she ordered. "I need you to listen to me carefully, okay?"
The agent looked down at Chuck, and Sarah heard him asking Chuck who he was talking to. "My sister," he lied. "It's important."
The agent rolled his eyes.
"Chuck," said Sarah, pulling the gun from her waistband. "On the count of three, run out the north exit. Head up Park Avenue, and run into the Metlife building. Tell me that you're busy if you understand."
"Uh…Ellie, I'm kind of busy right now. It's definitely not a good time."
"One…two…three!" Sarah rose, pointed her gun at the ceiling again, and fired another three rounds. Immediately, the seven agents pointed their weapons at her. She dove to the side, behind a thick, wooden panel and felt the dull impacts as the bullets crashed around her.
"Get Bartowski!" she heard someone yell.
She picked up the phone, and noticed a Bluetooth device that was connected to it. She pulled it off the phone, and shoved the ear-bud in her ear. "Chuck, can you hear me?"
Sarah crawled along the ticketing desks. "The phone has a Bluetooth device connected to it. Use it!"
She heard a shuffling noise for a brief moment, and he spoke. "Can you hear me?"
"Yes," she replied, firing her last four shots, deliberately missing the agents, but shooting close enough to them that they had to take cover. Sarah ran out from behind the counter as fast as she could. The agents immediately opened fire on her, but she slid behind a soda machine. The bullets narrowly missed her. "Are you out of the station yet?"
"I'm coming back to help."
"Absolutely not!" she cried, loading a fresh magazine.
"No!" she ordered. "I've been in worse situations. I've got this. Just head toward the Metlife building, and hang out in the lobby for a bit."
Sarah couldn't hear the rest of his words. The same agent who had been crouched over Chuck appeared from the side of the soda machine, and she ducked under his pistol whip. She drove her knee into the man's midsection, and he doubled over. Reaching inside his suit pocket, Sarah pulled out a syringe that she knew most NSA agents carried with them. It was filled with a strong sedative. She uncapped the needle, and drove it into the agent's neck.
Before he fell, Sarah gathered her strength and held him up against her to use as a shield. The other agents froze as Sarah pointed her gun at them. Without warning, she fired her gun blindly around them once more, sending them scattering out of the way. She dropped the sedated agent, and ran. She flew past the west exit, heading for the north.
Suddenly, she stopped when she heard a loud grunt from her ear, and behind her. When she turned around, she saw Chuck tackling an agent to the ground. The agent's gun slid across the linoleum floor.
"Chuck, no!" she cried, running toward him.
But he ignored her, as he kicked himself off the ground. Another agent approached him, and Chuck roundhouse kicked him in the temple. Sarah reached Chuck, grabbing his arm.
"These guys are NSA," she spat. She fired two shots near a couple of agents who were about to round up on them again. They jumped out of the way. Sarah quickly dug the syringe from the fallen agent's coat and stuck it in his neck, hoping that he wouldn't remember Chuck knocking him out. "You're a civilian that just attacked a government agent!"
"So?" Chuck asked, as Sarah pulled him away, still firing shots to keep the agents from following them. "The guy had you in his sights! He was going to shoot you!"
She kept herself from arguing back as they ran out. Ignoring the group of bystanders in front of the doors, watching to see what was going on, she and Chuck ran past them and toward the Metlife building. She knew that the agents were going to be chasing after them.
"What's going on? Why did Casey bring me here?" asked Chuck, panting loudly.
"Omega somehow got wind that I was coming to New York," she replied, turning into a parking garage. "They captured me the moment I landed here. Beckman ordered Casey to take you to that extraction team to bring you to where I was, so that they could kill you."
"Oh, God…How did you escape?"
"Your mom helped me break out," she replied, stopping at the first sedan she saw. As she dug the lock picks that Mary had left her out of her pocket, a series of gunshots narrowly missed her and Chuck. She grabbed him. "Damn it! Go!"
She pushed Chuck ahead of her, and fired until her magazine was empty. They ran up to the second level, and not even bothering to pick the lock, Sarah smashed the window of the closest sedan. She unlocked the doors, and turned to where she knew the guards would be following. "Quick! Get in!" She placed her last magazine into her gun.
Chuck slid across the hood of the car. As he was about to step into the passenger seat, he looked at her. "You might want to be careful when you get inside. There's a lot of glass. You don't want the shards getting in your—Ah!"
While Chuck was walking to the door, he stepped behind her. Sarah heard a gun echoing a few yards away as Chuck's body crashed against the car. He had been shot. "Chuck!" She felt the world crashing down around her.
Not caring about the circumstances, Sarah aimed her gun at the agent who had shot Chuck, and shot him in the thigh. Then she quickly slid across the hood of the car, hoping to God that Chuck wasn't dead.
Chuck was leaning his face against the car, breathing heavily. Blood was pouring from his shoulder, but luckily, the shot wasn't fatal. But there was no exit wound. The bullet was still lodged in there.
"Chuck," she breathed as she knelt down beside him.
"I'm—I'm okay." His voice was shaking. "Just help me get into the car."
Shoving her fear aside, Sarah gingerly grabbed the unwounded arm and helped Chuck get into the car.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me tell ya, writing a happy Sarah is fun! And yes, my goal for this chapter was to make Sarah as girly as possible. I hope I succeeded! Let me know what you guys think!
Chapter three of Confessions of a Nymphomaniac Spy will be posted in a couple of days. If you guys are interested about Carina's and Sarah's history, then you're going to want to read that next chapter!