A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews and the story alerts and favorites! Here's part two of this story. Hope you like it. Obviously, I own nothing.

Chapter Two

The meeting with the Turners was… interesting, to say the least. Turns out, they had been married and divorced, and married and divorced and married again. Not exactly the best role models, Sarah thought. Chuck, on the other hand, couldn't be more excited.

They were going to a party that night and the Turners were going to break into the master suite and retrieve the decryption program the host had created and intended to sell at the party.

She went home after the meeting, leaving her thrilled boyfriend at his apartment. When she got to her hotel room, she took a long hot shower, dried her hair, did her makeup and proceeded to pick a dress for the night. After much deliberation, she decided to wear a new short black one that she had bought recently. After she was all set, she went to pick up Chuck.

He was looking incredibly dapper in his tux and he greeted her with a long, soft kiss on the lips.

They met with the Turners outside the house, as they had agreed before, and after a rather rude comment from Craig's part that made her narrow her eyes a little –about telling people that she was their niece, instead of Chuck their nephew – they got in.

She and Chuck were supposed to stay away from Otto, the host and the bad guy of the night, and his guards, so they headed to a secluded table with their drinks and kept their eyes on the other spy couple.

Chuck was amazed. "See? Consummated professionals!" he said "I mean, what do you think makes them such a great spy team?".

Sarah did not share his enthusiasm. "Uh… a lifetime of training?", she answer sarcastically.

"Very funny" said Chuck, not really amused. "I'm talking about them being a couple. I honestly can't believe the CIA doesn't hire more of us".

"They're not that great"

"Oh, don't be jealous…!".

Jealous? About what? She was the best, she had nothing to be jealous about. "I'm not jealous, I'm just saying they're not that great".

She didn't understand what Chuck saw in these people. Sure, they were pretty good, but seriously… Chuck interrupted her line of thought when he said

"Sarah, we… uh, we may have a sly problem…". She looked ahead and saw Otto approaching them. Before he could reach them, the Turners got in his way and started talking to him. After a few minutes they all went in the opposite direction.

"Textbook subversion. Not bad". Even Sarah had to admit that had been close.

"You know, we could took take a page out of the Turners playbook" Chuck turned to look at her, smiling seductively while leaning down to meet her lips. Sarah smiled too, but she stepped back at the last moment. "You're not gonna ask me to move in with you again, are you?", she eyed him suspiciously.

"No, wha… well, not now, maybe later". Sarah couldn't help the smile that formed in her lips and gave him a quick kiss. After that, she laced her arm with his and, since Otto was nowhere to be seen, they started walking around the place, trying to find the Turners.

"Well, I'm not sure where the Turners went" Chuck said, looking at her.

"Maybe they already made their move", she answered. Then she saw Chuck looking behind her. She followed his line of sight and saw Mrs. Turner at the bar.

"I thought she said she didn't drink" said Chuck, remembering she had actually said that that afternoon.

"Yeah…" Sarah took his hand and headed where Mrs. Turner was being repeatedly hit by the bartender.

"Hi… hi, Mrs. Turner! Sarah and I were just wondering if the mission was still going according to the plan"

"Is, uh, is something wrong?" asked Sarah, looking rather impatient.

"Her" said Mrs. Turner, pointing ahead with her chin. Chuck and Sarah turned and saw Mr. Turner flirting with a girl by the stairs.

"It's disgusting" Mrs. Turner continued, "the man's old enough to be her father".

"Perhaps he's just giving her some fatherly advice…" Sarah had to roll her eyes at Chuck's comment. It was pretty clear to anyone watching the scene that that was not was going on. At all. But, to prove it, Mrs. Turner turned on the mic in her watch so they could hear too. "Bastard left his mic on".

Sarah's eyes widened at what she heard. The man was really a pig.

"He's nothing but a CIA sanctioned gigolo" said Mrs. Turner.

"Oh… you don't mean that" as always, Chuck was trying to see the best in things, although it was impossible this time.

Mrs. Turner slammed the glass against the bar and started to walk away.

"Oh… where, uh, where are you going?" asked Chuck.

"Upstairs, to steal the software. At least one of us is still a professional" and with that, she turned around, missed the step and landed on the floor.

A small crowd gathered and Mr. Turner rushed to where they were. "I'll handle this" said, trying to pick her up not so gently.

She hit him and yelled at him "Get your hands off me" among other things. They started fighting in front of the people, and suddenly, they were both on the floor screaming at each other.

Sarah couldn't believe it. They were supposed to be the best spy couple in the CIA, and here they were, drawing attention to themselves and making a big scene in the middle of the mission.

"We should get out of here before they blow all of our covers". While the Turners were still fighting and yelling to each other on the floor, Chuck asked "What about the software?". She smiled and looked at him "Let's show the Turners how it's done".

They went upstairs, located the main bedroom and got in. Sarah was looking for the software in the nightstand and Chuck was playing, for the lack of a better word, with a whip he had found on the bed, when she suddenly saw it behind the door.

"Chuck" she whispered. "Yeah?" "Put the whip down". "Wha…" Chuck turned around and saw the tiger coming out of the closet. It climbed to the bed and stood there, staring at them. It didn't seem very happy with the two intruders he'd found on his master's bedroom, and it showed them its teeth. Sarah started to freak out.

"Chuck"

"Mmmhmm?"

"Run!". They locked themselves in the closet. Chuck filled her in the information he'd got from his last flash: the software was in the tiger's collar.

"If I just had my tranq gun…". She was pulling her very real –albeit kind of tiny gun – out of her purse when he said "No, no, that's not a tranq gun! I'm not letting you shoot a tiger! They're endangered and they're majestic!"

"You have any better ideas?" Sarah was getting annoyed really fast. First, their assigned role models made a scene in front of everybody, and now, she was trapped in a closet, trying her best not to be eaten by a freaking tiger with who was apparently, their biggest fan.

"I think what we need to be asking ourselves is 'what would the Turners do?'". She gave Chuck a dirty look and had to restrain herself form punching some sense into him. Instead, she chose the civil approach.

"How can you possibly say that? The only reason we're now trapped here is because of their lack of professionalism! They are the ones that got us into this mess"

"Ok, ok, the Turners aren't perfect, I'm willing to modify my opinion"

"She's a drunk and he's a philanderer. As a team, they're a total mess!"

"Oh, come on! They're not completely without their charms… I mean, there could be worse people that we could turn into". She really didn't understand why Chuck kept defending them, even after the mess they'd gotten them into.

"I'd rather be eating alive by a tiger! Speaking of, I'm done waiting around for Otto to find us. Let's get the software and get out of here!"

"Shhh, shh, shh…", Chuck interrupted her, "I've heard that noise before… sounds like…"

It sounded like snoring. Ok, a tiger's snoring, but still. She grabbed her gun and they peeked into the room. The tiger was sound asleep in its master's bed. They got out of the closet and started to fight about who was going to retrieve the collar.

"Ok, give me the gun, I'll cover ya…".

Sarah Walker was not afraid of many things and she would do anything to protect the man she loved. But a huge tiger with terrible teeth and giant claws didn't exactly bring the brave out of her.

"No, no, no, no… I'll cover you, you get the collar"

"No, trust me, you have that feline instinct…"

"I know how to use a gun better than you do!"

"See? Still don't think that's a great idea…"

"Just do it!"

"Ok, fine!"

Chuck finally kneeled on the bed and took the collar off the tiger.

And then he sneezed. Damn him and his allergies!

They run out the door and she finally closed it –with a terrified scream that she was definitely not proud of – leaving the tiger inside the room.

"Why didn't you shoot it? It was about to eat me!", said a breathless Chuck.

"You said he was majestic!"

"Well, he is a little majestic". And with that, they stored the collar in Sarah's purse and headed to the stairs. They looked for the Turners but there was no sign of them at the house, so they figured they must've left after the scandal they'd made.

Once they left the house, Chuck said "Here's the deal: we'll call the Turners from the road". He never got the chance to finish, as the Turners showed up at that exact moment.

"Impressive. You know, I didn't think they had it in them" said Mrs. Turner, pointing her gun at Chuck and Sarah.

"What are you guys doing?" asked Chuck, a little shakily.

"We are teaching you a little something about spying"

"Lesson one: trust no one. Except your partner, of course" Mr. Turner chimed in, as he took Sarah's purse and grabbed the tiger's collar. "We'll take Otto's software".

"What? No, no, you're the Turners! You can't be doing this to us!". Even when they were pointing a gun at his face, Chuck was having a hard time processing what was going on.

"Don't feel bad, Charles. We're the best at this".

Explaining what had happened to Beckman was a little difficult. She wasn't very willing to accept such greats spies had gone rogue.

"The Turners are two of the most decorated spies in the CIA! There must be some explanation for their behavior. I suggest you find it".

With their new orders, Chuck and Sarah headed back to his apartment. They hadn't slept that night and Chuck was not in the best mood.

"Great, this is just great! This is, this is perfect! Not only did the Turners sell us out, but they make us look like complete amateurs in the process". He grabbed the sponge, turned on the water and started washing the previous day glasses.

"Chuck, why are you doing dishes?". Sarah was really surprised with his behavior. Of all the things she would've expected him to do, doing dishes wasn't even on the list.

"Please, I'm a Bartowski. This is what we do to deal with stress: we clean".

A little amused by that, but not fully understanding his demeanor, Sarah tried to be the comprehensive girlfriend "Ok, I can see that you're upset"

"I am upset! The Turners were supposed to be our role models and instead they turned out to be this cold hearted, double-crossing traitors. And now, now, you're never gonna move in with me".

So this was what this is about, Sarah thought.

"Chuck! We're not the Turners!"

"Yeah, I know, but I kind of like the idea that we could become them".

Of course he did. He had all their lives planned. Even if it freaked her out a little –maybe a little too much – it was kind of sweet. He wanted to be with her, and grow old with her. And, if she was honest with herself, she wanted the exact same thing. She knew Chuck was it for her, but she never actually told him that. Instead, she hadn't even told him she loved him and rejected him when he asked her to move in. She was finally starting to understand why this mission was so important to him: he wanted to prove her it was doable. That they could be together and work together and be awesome at it. She was finally starting to understand that he had taken her rejection as a statement that they could never have it all. She felt like kicking herself. But that would have to wait.

She took a step closer to him and said "Well, right now, we really need to focus on finding them".

"Sarah, how? The Turners have been spying for thirty years. They've got dozens of aliases and a million different places they can disappear to". He had turned to face her and lifted a cherry from the Manhattan glass Mr. Turner had used the day before. "Whatever beach they are right now, I hope that Mr. Turner's enjoying his perfect little Manhattan".

Sarah frowned as she remembered the Turners talking about how great that drink was at…

"The Grand Ambassador!"

"What?"

"He said last night that the Grand Ambassador was the only place in Los Angeles that had the right kind of cherries!"

"Hold, hold on a second! Hold on… you don't actually think they're still hanging around here, do you?" Chuck didn't look too convinced.

"Well, they might, if they already had a buyer for the software. They picked the wrong couple to stab in the back" she said, grabbing her gun "This is how I deal with stress". And with that, she turned to leave.

Chuck stood there for a second, not sure if he should be afraid or turned on. "Here we go", he mumbled, and followed his girlfriend to wherever she was going.

As he suspected, Sarah parked the car in front of the Grand Ambassador. Once they were in, she headed straight to the reception desk and asked if there was someone who had ordered a Manhattan. She said her aunt and uncle just got into town and she wanted to surprise them. The receptionist smiled kindly at her and gave her the number of the Turners room. Sarah thanked her and asked her to send a Manhattan to the room with a note that said "Compliments of the Bartowskis".

Chuck had to make a big effort to hide the huge smile that threatened to split his face when he heard her say that. That gave him some hope about their future. Maybe she's still thinking about the whole moving in thing, he thought. However, he didn't have much time to think about it, as Sarah was dragging him outside so they could climb to the balcony. Just when they heard Mr. Turner open the door and taking advantage of the fact that Mrs. Turner was with her back to the window, they sneaked in and Sarah grabbed Mrs. Turner's abandoned gun.

"Darling, do we know any Bartowski…?" Mr. Turner's face fell when he saw Sarah, who was now pointing two guns at them and Chuck, arms crossed standing right next to her.

"How did you ever find us?" Mr. Turner wanted to know.

"You're the only room that ordered twelve Manhattans". Sarah couldn't help the proud smile that crept into her face.

"We learned from the best", said Chuck, as he winked at them.

A/N: so… verdict so far? Let me know with you review! Only one more chapter to go!