I don't really know why I'm writing this story, but why not…

I do not own Chuck.

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Jill has her plan in place; tonight is Chuck and Morgan's video game session. She pulls her black pants on that are made to be tight and for flexibility. She then zips up her black jacket that has pockets to hold everything she needs; gas grenade, tranquilizer pistol.

"Tonight is going to be our night Chuck," Jill says out loud with determination and happiness.

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"Are you sure you're okay with me playing video games with Morgan?" Chuck asks Sarah as he has a tone of pleading in his voice.

"Chuck," she hoists herself up to him with her hands on his chest, "I love you and want you to be happy. I'm tired anyways."

"I love you so much," he smiles his patented smile. "Are you sure you don't want to cuddle on the couch with me while we play?"

"Are you kidding?" She laughs heavily. "Last time I did that, you jumped up while I was on your lap and you knocked me onto the ground!"

"Yea, sorry about that," Chuck awkwardly scratches the back of his head. "I was just so excited to win the game."

"Goodnight Chuck," she kisses him on the cheek and walks towards their room.

"Goodnight, I love you!" He hollers as she sneaks a glance through the ajar bedroom door before closing it. Chuck walks over to Morgan, who has set up the Xbox 360 with both controllers in their designated seats and a bowl of chips on the table.

"Ready?" Morgan asks with a big smile growing on his face.

"Yea buddy," Chuck nods. "Just had to get rid of the ole ball of chain," he scoffs jokingly like he is lifting an invisible weight off his shoulders.

"Great. So we have Call of Duty for the first hour. Then a five minute bathroom break. Then end with a two hour marathon of Halo," Morgan lays out the plan like he has been conjuring it up for days. "And make sure you don't take too long in the bathroom or our Halo marathon will have to be cut short."

"Okay buddy," Chuck laughs as he sits in his specific gaming side of the couch.

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Jill sneaks into Chuck's apartment complex. She carefully looks through all the different ways people could enter before stepping into the patio area. She creeps slowly towards Chuck's apartment. She sees the light off in his bedroom window, meaning that Sarah must already be asleep in there. She glances over to see John Casey sitting in his lounge chair, eating a hot pocket and watching a documentary on Ronald Reagan.

"Patriotic asshole," Jill chides quietly as she sneaks around the back of Chuck's apartment. She peers through the glass sliding doors to the living area and sees the back of Morgan and Chuck's heads glued to the TV screen. Jill lets herself smile as she realizes how easy this is going to be. She picks the lock to the sliding door and sneaks in. She hides behind the couch Chuck is on and takes out her gas grenade. She modified it to shoot out a quick burst of knockout gas that quickly dissolves in the air in thirty seconds.

She pulls the pin and drops it on the couch next to Chuck. He is so immersed in the game that he doesn't notice the grenade. A quiet puff noise overtakes the room and the invisible gas overtakes the oxygen filled air. Jill covers her mouth and holds her breath, counting down from thirty seconds.

Chuck and Morgan's heads slump as the gas knocks them out. After the mental countdown, Jill looks over the couch and releases the breath she was holding. She sees two sleeping men and smiles.

"We're almost there Chuck," she whispers into his ear. She stands over his slumbering form and debates on a way to carry him out of the apartment. She hears a noise from the other end of the apartment and jumps, spinning with her tranquilizer gun aimed.

"Chuck?" Sarah asks groggily as she rubs her eyes from the bright TV screen. She is wearing a pink night gown that barely hangs below her waist. Sarah's eyes adjust fast to see a familiar brunette woman standing with a gun aimed at her.

"Jill?" Sarah questions with a furrowed brow as she pulls a dart from her neck. "Shit…" she starts to get tired and drowsy. She stumbles back, brushing the wall with both her hands, looking for something to hold herself up. She falls into her bedroom, knocking over all the contents on the nightstand. As the slumber threatens her, she presses a panic button underneath the nightstand. She loses the fight to the tranquilizer and passes out.

Jill walks up to Sarah's sleeping form, wondering what Chuck sees in her. "Blonde can't be the only reason," Jill muses as she kneels over Sarah. "Hmm…" she feels evil and curious as she looks over Sarah's flawless body. Jill can't help herself as her right hand falls onto Sarah's right breast. Jill fondles it thoroughly as she judges how nice Sarah's breasts are. "These are perfect…" she sighs before testing another reason why Chuck could fall in love with Sarah over her.

Jill leans her face close to Sarah's face. Jill puckers her lips and softly kisses Sarah on the lips, testing the lusciousness and buoyancy of them. Jill gives into her urges of using her tongue, not having intimate contact in so long that she cannot help herself. The kiss is obviously totally one-sided as Sarah is asleep, but it doesn't stop Jill from dreaming it is Chuck she is kissing.

Jill feels a blast of clarity as she realizes what she is doing. "A souvenir," she grins as she strips Sarah's underwear off and bunches it into her pocket. She hastily rushes back over to Chuck. She lifts him by his armpits and drags him out the sliding doors, walking backwards.

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Casey, enjoying his burnt hot pocket and Ronald Reagan documentary, gets interrupted by the silent alarm. Casey's TV screen flashes with a red banner that flashes 'Silent Alarm.' Casey stands up quickly, wearing a maroon bathrobe. "Dammit Bartowski!" Casey turns around quickly to grab his handgun. "This better not be a joke!" Casey throws on some pants and a quickly pulls down a shirt over his chest and stomach.

Casey heads out of his front door with his gun aimed in front of him. He carefully climbs in through Chuck's window and sees Sarah lying on the ground. He notices her disrobed state and shakes his head in disbelief. He checks her pulse and it is perfectly normal, so he clears the apartment first. He finds Morgan slumped in his couch chair and checks his pulse, concluding he is also fine. Casey quickly clears the apartment and didn't find any sign of Chuck.

"Walker!" Casey shakes Sarah by her shoulder. "Walker! Wake up! Where's Chuck?"

"Wha…?" Sarah's eyes flutter as she groans in being awoken so rigorously.

"Where's Chuck? What happened?"

"That bitch!" Sarah snarls as she remembers what happened. Rage fills through her, giving her adrenaline and she jumps up from the ground.

"Cover yourself up," Casey chides as he keeps his eyes on her face.

"What?" Sarah looks down and realizes she is bottomless and shakes her head and widens her eyes in the thought of revenge. "She's gonna pay."

Who?" Casey is confused.

"I'm going to make that bitch pay!" Sarah growls with pure anger and hatred. She doesn't care that Casey is in the room as she pulls on some underwear and pants. She takes her gown off and throws on one of Chuck's shirts and narrows her eyes at Casey with disgust and revenge in her eyes.

"Who took Chuck?" Casey growls, trying to get some clarification from her cryptic growls.

"Jill Roberts," Sarah chides with a calm, collected tone that says 'don't fuck with me.'

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Jill arrives back to her base, dragging Chuck in. She lays him on the chair and straps him in. "I can't believe I got him!" Jill exclaims as she looks at Chuck. "Wow," she caresses his cheek, "she has been good for you." She admires his more confident demeanor. She feels his chest, realizing how much more muscular he is than when they last saw each other. "I got that bitch!" Jill smiles to herself wickedly as she dangles Sarah's underwear in front of her face. "She may have perfect breasts and amazing lips but Chuck's going to forget all about that bitch," she laughs with her hands in the air like a mad scientist with a diabolical plan.

Chuck is still asleep, but his watch is still on him. Jill doesn't know that Sarah and Casey have turned the GPS on his watch and the small red light flickers to show it's working.

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There will only be two more chapters. This is a demented story created by my totally screwed up mind. I know I'm sick in the head, but if you want to tell me in a review, that would be nice. The most deranged stuff is coming soon in the last chapter.

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