Unfortunately. I don't own Chuck or any recognizable ideas from the TV Show.
IT IS HIGHLY IMPORTANT YOU READ Chuck vs The Change and Chuck vs The First Mission. Chuck and Sarah vs The Long Drabble is just a bit of fluff but read that if you want it is part part of the series.
Sympathy For The Devil-The Rolling Stones. CIA Agent Chuck Bartowski awoke with his girlfriend Sarah Walker in his arms at their…well..AWESOME penthouse at The Grand Mirage Hotel. It was the day before his sister's wedding. Their team had been granted leave from Chuck's first mission, right up to Ellie's wedding and after. The Director had been true to his word and they were not bothered, this was only due to the fact that Chuck had committed his first kill and was very fragile for a long period of time, Casey and Sarah had been assigned to try and help him through it. The exchange of stories had brought them closer as a team. Chuck took his gun from the bedside table. Already silenced he aimed and the alarm clock exploded.
"Chuck." Sarah said disapprovingly as she tried to turn in the mess of tangled sheets to look at him. He just smiled at her. She looked adorable, a look of loving disapproval on her face, her hair slightly messy from the night. He still couldn't believe it. He, Charles Irving Bartowski was dating Sarah Walker. He would never have imagined that he would be here right now, lying with her in his arms after making love.
"You have no right to talk. You threw a knife at your alarm four times. And three of those times, I gave you that alarm clock." He said settling back down so their noses were close together.
"So. Mr. Bartowski. What will we be doing today?" Sarah asked softly.
"Hm." He looked thoughtful, she felt his hands snake down her back and pull her closer towards him. Their lips hovered close together.
"Let's wing it." And of course there was the kiss. The Chuck and Sarah kiss which after a month and a half together, they still couldn't get enough of it, of each other.
Everyone had been assigned by Ellie to do stuff. Chuck was to pick up Stephen Bartowski and the Awesome's. Sarah was Maid of Honor and therefore was at Ellie's side at all times. Morgan was to go over a list of pre-set rules over and over again and be sure not to break any of them. Casey was organizing security for the wedding. Chuck shrugged a suit jacket on over his shirt. He was wearing jeans and his iconic All-Star's. Sarah was hurriedly clipping her earrings on. Both were in their ridiculously big bathroom. And both were very late after having enjoyed each other's company in the shower, for the twenty-seventh day straight.
"We should really consider not having sex when we have important stuff to do." Chuck said patting his cologne on. Sarah smiled. She couldn't help but be happy that after everything that happened. Chuck was still…Chuck! And of course there was the fact that the sex they had was incredible.
"Ok. I have to go I'll see you later." She meant to have kissed him quickly…but it was Chuck and Sarah. The kiss or…intense kissing session lasted for much longer than should have been allowed. She gasped and pulled away.
"Chuck. Not now!" she laughed and pulled her leather jacket on as she ran out the door. She ran into Casey at the elevator.
"He's coming down." Sarah said. Casey grunted. Chuck was whistling as he jogged down the spiral stairs.
"Casey. Walk with me, talk with me." Chuck said as he hunted for his things around the penthouse.
"We've got the permit cleared for the beach. Every single person who will be at that wedding has been tailed for the past week and extensive background checks have been run. Anybody remotely out of the ordinary will be followed closely."
"I hope you're not wasting all our resources on Morgan." Chuck said as he pulled his iPhone from between the couch cushions.
"We wouldn't have enough people for that." Both laughed.
"Alright. Thanks Casey. I'll see you at the rehearsal dinner I guess." Chuck said approaching the lift. Casey nodded and went towards the stairs. He placed his hand on the wall and it slid aside. He saluted Chuck as he stepped into his lift.
Chuck's Bentley roared into LAX. He skidded to a halt in front of Woody and Honey Woodcomb.
"Chuck!" Woody called as Chuck leaped out.
"So sorry I'm late! LA traffic." He popped the trunk and put their bags in.
"Here let me get that." He opened the door for them as they stood staring.
"Chuck, you didn't have to rent a Bentley for us!"
"Rent a…no!" Chuck started laughing "This is mine."
"Didn't you work at the Nerd Herd?"
"When was the last time you spoke to Devon?" Chuck asked in surprise.
"Yesterday."
"He hasn't mentioned anything about an inheritance has he?"
"No…"
"I'll explain on the way. Come on you're staying at my hotel."
The Woodcomb's were silent for the entire journey after Chuck explained about the Burke's, the letter, the inheritance.
"How much is a suite Chuck?" Woody finally asked as they approached the hotel.
"You don't pay anything. You're family. I'll just make sure you guys get the best room available then I have to go get my father."
Chuck leaned against the Mustang, gazing at the building across the street. Orion Systems. How ironic. After the whole 'My dad's Orion' thing and Stephen Bartowski not being able to remove the Intersect from his son, he spent his time developing updates with information from the Director and Beckman. Ellie and Chuck hadn't seen him for a while. Any attempt to contact him proved futile. Chuck sighed and pushed himself off the car towards the white building. He walked into the lobby, past the reception, towards the lifts when a guard stopped him.
"Sorry sir, restricted access."
"Look. I'm Chuck Bartowski. As in son of Stephen Bartowski?" the guard's eyes widened.
"I'm going up there. And if you don't like it…"
"No, no, no. go right ahead sir."
Stephen's head popped out from the Intersect Encoding Room. Sunglasses on.
"Oh! Chuck!" he shut the door behind him and hugged his son.
"Dad have you been in there the entire time?" Chuck asked in astonishment.
"Don't be silly Charles. I've been working all day and sleeping here at night." He indicated the couch in his office, made up with a blanket and a pillow.
"Well enough work. Ellie's rehearsal dinner is tonight and I will use everything in my power to get you there." Stephen eyed his son speculatively.
"I heard about your first mission. " Stephen said breaking the silence in the Mustang as they roared towards the apartment.
"Mm." Chuck said his eyes turning hard and cold, his grip on the steering wheel tightened, so much so that his knuckles were white and prominent. Stephen noticed and tried to calm him down.
"I'm proud of you son. I admit this wasn't the life I wanted for you. But it seems it fits doesn't it?"
"How so?" Chuck asked glancing at his father as he shifted gears.
"Since you were a little boy you always wanted a Mustang and now you have one." Chuck laughed.
"Even if I didn't choose to be a spy I'd have gotten the Mustang thanks to The Burke's." Stephen smiled sadly.
"Then again, what about Sarah?" Chuck smiled widely now.
"Yeah, but I think I was wearing her down." Stephen laughed.
"You love her don't you son?"
"I do Dad, I…wow… I love Sarah." Chuck laughed happily.
Sarah couldn't help but smile as she watched Ellie talk into both her cellphone and the landline at the same time.
"Sarah have you checked with the caterers?" Ellie asked startling Sarah from her daze.
"All set El." Ellie smiled appreciatively.
"No not lilies. Begonias! Yes. Thank you." She threw her cellphone on the table.
"Now what's wrong with Antonia?" Neurosurgeon Doctor Aby Pacheco and Medical Researcher Doctor Kensington St. John and Orthopedics Doctor Antonia Spooner were the other three bridesmaids. Sarah had grown close to all three of them over the past month.
"Ok. That's just dandy! I'll call you later Aby."
"What happened?"
"Antonia's having a freak out. Her dress is torn." Sarah could tell Ellie was trying very hard not to go crazy.
"Hey, hey look at who I found." Chuck said walking in, Stephen in tow.
"Dad! Where have you been?" Ellie asked giving him a hug. Sarah grinned when she saw Chuck, they met in a romantic hug and a long kiss.
"Hey love." He said kissing her forehead.
"Hi." She laughed. They turned to see Ellie and Stephen smiling happily.
"Chuck! Come on, be decent!" Sarah said pushing him away. Chuck laughed.
"Ok. El, I checked the permit, the beach is ready to go. Weather is fine tomorrow. Awesome's are at the hotel, Morgan is still at home reading the rules."
"Thank you Chuck." Ellie sighed.
"What else do you need?"
"Antonia needs a new dress and seeing as Madam Glasson is on vacation-AH! Calm Eleanor. Calm." She was breathing heavily as she went into her bedroom. The door closed. A muffled scream and crash could be heard.
"Sarah." Chuck said nervously.
"I got it." She kissed her boyfriend and hurried away.
Chuck was looking at his iPhone outside. On it was the Director who was highly amused.
"Let me…try to understand this." He said.
"You want me to find a way to fix a bridesmaids dress made by the most sought after seamstress in LA in four hours?"
"Yes sir." The director started laughing.
"I know its not what we do sir. But my sister is really-."
"Chuck. You got it." The screen went black.
Chuck and Sarah were cuddling on the couch waiting for eight o'clock. He was already in a Prada suit that would have made Roan Montgomery cry with pride. She was in a satin blue dress, her hair slightly wavy. Stephen Bartowski was in a suit too. he was looking at the TV but wasn't really watching. He was rubbing his hand across his mouth and thinking. Chuck shook his head in disgust.
"Why are we watching America's Next Top Model?" he took the remote off his girlfriend.
"Hey!"
"Ssh. I thought you had good TV taste." She looked scandalized. He flipped through channels and stopped on…
"Burn Notice. Awesome." Devon said leaping into the armchair. He was in a suit too. Ellie walked in clipping earrings on. She was in an elegant black dress, her hair up in a pony tail.
"Ok. Let's go." Just then the phone rang. Ellie sighed and picked it up.
"Hello? Ab-What? Who? He did what?! And…its done? Antonia-? Ok. YES! I'll see you guys there!" she hung up.
"Charles. Irving. Bartowski. Here. Now!" Chuck gulped and turned.
"Sarah I love you. Devon, you've always been a good friend to me. Dad I-." Chuck was saying his goodbyes to the other three who were highly amused.
"Chuck!" Chuck ran.
"Yes?"
"How?"
"How what?"
"How did you get Madam Glasson to fix the dress?"
"Uh.."
On a beach in Cabo San Lucas, a dark haired woman was sipping a mai tai. She was very attractive and therefore she was surrounded by three tanned and buff young men. She didn't notice that a man, who was very out of place due to wearing a black suit, was approaching her.
"Isabella Glasson?" She turned a look of pure distaste on her face.
"That's Madam Glasson. What do you want?"
"Shoo." He said to the three young men. They looked like they were about to put up a fight. The man raised his arms and the Madam saw a badge on his belt.
"Antonio, Roderick, Esteban. Its ok. Get me another mai tai." The boys looked surprised but left.
"I'm a dispatched Agent from the CIA under direct orders from Director Singh's office."
"Ah yes the famous Director. What does he want with me?"
"You're familiar I'm sure with Eleanor Bartowski?"
"Of course I am! She's one of the richest women in Los Angeles! I designed her wedding dress and her bridesmaid dresses myself."
"Good. The Director is a close personal friend of her brother. He has just been informed that one of the dresses has been damaged," she looked up in horror "And it is so extensive that no one but you can fix it." She was already up before he spoke the next sentence.
"The Director assures you will be greatly compensated."
"How fast can you get me to LA?"
"I'm just good like that."
"Chuck."
"Ellie I promised you I'd do everything I could to make this wedding go smoothly. Now let's go."
Chuck and Sarah were talking in the corner of The Grand Mirage's Grand Ballroom. Chuck had spared no expense in making it look likethe most extravagant wedding reception for the ages, even though (as Ellie had pointed out) it was only the rehearsal dinner. Casey was at the bar with Stephen, both smoking cigars.
"Why don't you go join them?" Sarah said to Chuck as he had his arms around her waist.
"Well, if you want me to leave." He grinned.
"Quite badly." She said.
"Ok. I'm out." he laughed kissing her forehead. They made their way to their respective groups. Sarah towards Ellie, Aby, Antonia and Kensington. Chuck to his father and Casey.
"Give me one of those Casey." Chuck said tapping his knuckled on the bar. Casey chuckled and searched in his suit pocket. He handed one to Chuck. And lit it for him.
"Whoa. These are good. No wonder you smoke so much."
"That, and the constant knowledge that your next mission could be your last."
"Don't kill the mood Casey."
"Heh. No worries there Chuckles." Laughter reached their ears they turned to see a beaming Ellie talking excitedly to Devon.
"He's a good man, sir. You should be proud." Casey said.
"I am. He's a straight arrow that kid. I like him."
"You and me, both dad. And…Casey too, I guess."
"Thanks Bartowski."
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