Sorry for the delay, finals had been killing me with 4 papers due. So I had to put the story on the back burner for a while. On top of that I didn't get any studying done because I was so enthralled with FF haha! So yeah, thanks to all of those who left me reviews and some awesome suggestions. Those were very much appreciated. As of yet I'm in talks with Chris and Josh for a partnership in owning Chuck, so until that happens I still don't own Chuck =P
Side note: In this chapter I tend to jump from pov's and instead of using the line of doom (see below) I marked it off with an "X"
A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar
Chapter 2 – Tonight, I'll Take What I Can Get
Casey had just returned and was checking on the surveillance equipment when he heard some noise coming from Chuck and Sarah's room. He put the headphones down, grabbed his gun and rushed over. "Good thing I decided to bug their luggage" he thought to himself as he knocked on the door.
"Hey are you all right in there?" He said from behind the door.
"Yeah" Sarah said opening the door. "I was just letting some anger out." She grabbed the knives that were sticking out of the wall and started to put them away. She also placed the picture frame back to its place concealing the slits on the wall where the knives were thrown at.
"Where did Chuck go?" asked Casey as he glanced around the room.
"He received a phone call that got him unnerved; he left the room ordering me to stay put as if I was a little kid." Sarah replied, her anger resurfacing. "So are you going to tell me why Beckman thinks that Chuck is working with Fulcrum?" she continued, throwing her duffel bag off to the side.
Casey shrugged his shoulders as he looked around the room. "All that Beckman said was that there are Fulcrum Agents within his department; strategically placed in positions specifically for this mission. I have my suspicions that we might not make it home alive."
Casey turned and headed towards the door, "Watch your back Walker and remember don't let Bartowski know anything of what I just told you."
As he opened the door Chuck was standing at the entrance getting ready to open it.
X
After Chuck left Sarah he immediately called the lobby looking for Billy to meet him there. When Chuck reached the front he was greeted by two men dressed in what looked like cheap knock-off European suits.
"Mr. Bartowski?" One of the men said, whispering it into Chuck's ear. "May we have a word with you?"
"Fine but I don't have a lot of time. People will be wondering where I went." Chuck replied rolling his eyes as he followed the two men.
"I can guarantee it won't take much of your time." Stated the other man with an Italian accent.
All three men made their way to one of the empty conference rooms located within the hotel. Once inside they locked the doors to make sure no one walked in on their conversation. Just then Chuck received a phone call.
"Hey Billy, No if you can wait a couple minutes. I'm in a meeting right now." Chuck glanced over at the two men with him. "I'll see you in a few, wanted to talk to you about some room service instructions for the next couple of days."
When Chuck finished he turned his cell phone off and faced the two gentlemen who were waiting for him. "Sorry, but our surveillance equipment is set up, don't want room service stumbling on to it." He said sheepishly, hoping they wouldn't decide to make sure he was telling the truth.
Chuck sat himself on one of the chairs, spinning it around as if he were a little kid. "So what did you guys want to tell me?" he asked looking from one to the other.
"We were sent here by Director Harris to make sure you encounter no problems with your mission." Said the man with the Italian accent.
"Exactly which mission are you referring to?" asked Chuck hoping that they weren't briefed on the termination order.
"The order that was given to you to terminate the two government agents that are in your company."The other man replied, eyeing Chuck from head to toe.
"Damn, they know. This means they'll finish the job if I don't." Chuck thought to himself.
"How exactly will you be 'assisting' me?" asked Chuck, wanting to find out as much information as he could.
The man with the Italian accent, which Chuck learned went by Anthony, spoke. "Across the street from the hotel, we have a clear view of the rooms from on top of the building. We have a sniper ready to take them out if we see any kind of struggle" he paused, "or hesitation." Anthony finished adding emphasis on the word hesitation.
Chuck was leaning on the table deep in thought, "I'm going to have to modify my plan more carefully" he thought before finally getting up off the chair.
"Well then, if that's all. I have to go make some accommodation arrangements." Chuck gave Anthony a pat on the shoulders before slipping out into the lobby, quickly scanning as to where Bobby would be at.
Chuck walked around for a few minutes before he finally found him leaning against the receptionist's desk, it looked like he was attempting to flirt with the lady behind the counter.
"Miss? Is this guy bothering you?" Chuck said grabbing Bobby in a headlock. The receptionists stared at Chuck as if she was undressing him with her eyes, and then quickly diverted her eyes blushing.
"No." she managed to blurt out and quickly left dropping some paperwork on the floor.
"Thanks a lot, you realize she was undressing you with her eyes right?" Bobby said elbowing Chuck in the ribs to free himself from his hold.
"Don't worry I'm already spoken for" Chuck said laughing as the both of them walked somewhere more private to talk.
"So what's up? What was it you needed done Mr. Grant?" Bobby said hoisting himself up on one of the empty counters close to the employee's room.
"What I'm about to tell you stays between you and I, no one is to know or things can go very wrong. For the both of us." Chuck said, his voice getting serious as he looked behind him to make sure no one had followed.
Bobby gave Chuck a puzzled look and nodded. Unsure as to what he was getting himself into.
"First of all my name isn't Thomas Grant, its Charles, but for now that's irrelevant. Only when we're alone you can call me Chuck, I don't want my cover blown. I work for the government as a spy and need to make sure that if I'm on a mission my real identity isn't revealed."
Bobby's eyes became wide with amazement. His mouth wide open as he thought of the James Bond movies.
Chuck smiled amused at Bobby's expression and shook his head. "The two people who were with me when I first got here? They're spies as well."
"That's so awesome!" Bobby shouted, "But what does all this have to do with the room service?" he asked unsure as to why Chuck was telling him all this information.
Chuck laughed, "Hold on, I'm getting to that part. I was given a call ordering me to kill them. There are two men that the government also sent to watch over me and make sure I get the job done."
Bobby scrunched up his nose, "Why on earth do they want you to do that?" he said scratching the back of his head.
"No idea" said Chuck, shrugging his shoulders. "But if I don't do it they will and on top of that they might off me too. I really don't feel like dying at this point of my life. So you see the problem I'm in, I have to be the one to do it. This is where you come in." Chuck said, leaning in towards Bobby and whispering in his ear.
"That's brilliant!" shouted Bobby.
"Sshhh! Keep your voice down. You want the whole world to hear us?" said Chuck looking around to make sure no one's overheard them.
"Sorry, I won't let ya down!" Bobby replied enthusiastically.
Chuck shook his head laughing, "Ok so just make sure everything is ready to go and when I call for room service be ready." Chuck looks at the time. "I should get back before they start to get suspicious. Give me a call when you get done, no matter the time."
"Yes sir!" Bobby replied, now saluting. "You can count on me."
"I know I can" replied Chuck patting Bobby on the shoulder as he made his way towards the elevator.
X
"Where were you Bartowski?" asked Casey his arms crossed in front of him.
"I was making a reservation at the restaurant downstairs" he said with a grin as he slid his way into the room.
"Why were you gone for so long?" asked Sarah, she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that he wasn't being completely honest.
"Well I'm going back to my room to check on the equipment, let me know if you need anything." Casey said the last part directed towards Sarah as he gave her one last look.
"Like I said, I went to go make a reservation. As I was coming back up I ran into Bobby and we started talking about video games. I simply lost track of time." Chuck said after Casey had left.
Seeming satisfied with his response she dropped the subject.
Chuck was sitting in one of the black leather seats when Sarah walked over to him. Sitting in his lap she started kissing him on the neck, "Oh and Chuck?" she said nibbling on his ear.
Chuck had a grin on his face from ear to ear as she did this. "Yeah sweetie?"
"If you ever give me orders again without a proper explanation, I will make you very… and I mean very sorry" She said whispering in his ear.
Chuck gulped as his eyes widened and his smile slowly faded, he's seen Sarah torture others before and was already afraid of being on the receiving end of it.
"It was an accident, it won't happen ever again. Promise!" he managed to stammer out as Sarah got off of him and sat on the bed.
When Casey had gone for a walk earlier in the day he managed to bug all the event rooms in the hotel as well as the Honor Bar where he lingered a bit to have a few drinks. He was cleaning his gun when he heard something that caught his attention right away.
"Hey Marcus its David; we're going to have a meeting tomorrow at the Refuel here at The Soho. Make sure you're here for it."
Casey quickly put down his gun and rushed over to Chuck and Sarah.
Chuck opened the door, "It's just Casey, again." He said leaving the door open for Casey to come in.
"Hey you two, Quintero just set up a meeting for tomorrow at the restaurant downstairs." Casey said glancing over at Chuck suspiciously.
"Is that the same restaurant that you made the reservations for Chuck?" Sarah asked turning her head from Casey over to Chuck.
"Yeah I guess it is" he said, wondering why Casey was looking at him weird. "It was probably a coincidence" he quickly added.
"Yeah some coincidence Bartowski" Casey said as he turned to leave.
Chuck waited until Casey left and locked the door behind him. "Well I'm going to sleep then" said Chuck yawning as he started taking off his shirt. "Coming honey?" he said patting the spot next to him on the bed. Sarah smiled as she rolled her eyes, "What am I going to do with you" she said slipping underneath the covers.
"Whatever you want" whispered Chuck as they both cuddled closer together.
Sarah fell asleep almost immediately while Chuck laid there staring out the window. His arms still wrapped around Sarah as her head rested in the nook of his neck.
As hard as he tried to get some rest, Chuck couldn't stop debating whether or not he should let Sarah know of his side mission. "How do you tell the one you truly love that you've just been ordered to kill them?" he thought to himself.
He decided to divert his attention on something else. Chuck began to formulate plans in his head about the two of them escaping. He knew for a fact that he had more than enough money to let them live happily for the rest of their lives. The only question was would she be willing to go?
Chuck sighed, it caused Sarah to stir awake. "Light sleeper" Chuck thought as he smiled and kissed the top of her head.
"Mmm… Can't sleep?" Sarah said wrapping her arms around Chuck's waste and squeezing him tightly.
"You can say that" he replied, closing his eyes and resting his cheek on her head. "I was just thinking about you and me," he said taking in the scent of her hair.
Sarah couldn't help but smile; she didn't know why she hadn't given into her feelings sooner. Since that time at the hangar when thinking their life was coming to an end she had initiated the kiss. Then there was the training with Roan Montgomery where he had kissed her. All those other unsaid moments when he would demonstrate just how much he cared for her and the only thing she ever did was pull away. Now at this time and place she would throw her career away juts to be with him.
Chuck's phone suddenly rang, stirring them out of their fantasies. When his phone rang she bit her lower lip bitterly and stared out the window looking up at the stars thinking angrily as he left her to answer the phone. "Of all the times for us to be interrupted," she whispered to herself.
"Who's calling you at this time?" Sarah asked turning around to look at him as he was putting on some clothes.
"Oh it's nobody." Chuck replies covering the mouth piece of the phone as he struggled to maneuver his head through one of his shirts.
Sarah never took the time to notice before, but he had a distinct quality about him that made him look so graceful. He was quiet and gentle; he gives himself into everything and asks for nothing. She felt herself blush as he noticed her staring at him dressing. Chuck winked at her as he strode across the room and out onto the balcony.
Sarah's eyes followed Chuck as he walked out onto the balcony and closed the door behind him. Chuck was angled in a way that she could make out only a few words which happened to be, plan, kill and hide.
Meanwhile, Casey was in his room doing some light surveillance when he picked up on Chucks late night phone call. He quickly raised the volume so he could be able to hear Chuck, whoever he was talking to on the other end remained silent throughout the conversation. Except for the one response…
X
"Hey did you do everything I asked you to do and get?" Chuck asked the other person on the phone.
"Yes I did, don't worry all the equipment you asked me to get is in the room as well and also some clothes" replied the anonymous caller.
"Alright good, stick with the plan and remember you know absolutely nothing about this least of all the kill. If anyone comes looking or suspects something about you hide and don't come out until you think it's safe." Chuck replied, emphasizing the last part. He hated putting his friends in danger especially when they were helping him.
X
As soon as Chuck was done with his call Casey took the headphones off, a troubled look on his face.
"Wonder what Bartowski is up to" he said to himself. "And was that Bobby on the other end? He's up to no good I need to warn Walker about this unless she already knows about it."
X
As Chuck came back inside Sarah pretended to be asleep. She couldn't help but feel a bit hurt that Chuck would be hiding something from her. "I guess now I know how he felt like when we kept him out of conversations" she thought to herself still lying perfectly still. Sarah decided not to focus on it right now, tomorrow they had a mission and she would need any rest she could get. She noted Chuck looking down at her as she began to doze off.
X
Chuck stood beside the bed staring down at Sarah for a while. He moved to sit next to her brushing away a strand of hair from her face. He leaned in and kissed her, "You don't deserve to be lied to. Not after all the times you had risked your life for me." He moved in closer, his forehead leaning against the side of her face. "Sorry for all the secrets that I've been keeping from you and Casey. Most of all you. I promise that tomorrow you will find out everything" Chuck whispered.
Sarah was still awake and was resisting the urge to open her eyes and ask him what secrets he has been hiding from her. She advised herself against it, "It's best to wait this out until tomorrow. If he finds out that I was listening I highly doubt he'll openly tell me."
Chuck gave Sarah one last kiss on her neck as he walked into the bathroom to set up phase two of his plan. He still needed to find a way to kill Casey but he wasn't sure how he would accomplish the task.
Sarah woke up refreshed, the last thing that Chuck whispered to her, before locking himself in the bathroom, left her curious and eager to talk to him. He wasn't in bed next to her and wasn't sure what time he went to bed; she had drifted off shortly after his silent declaration.
She was about to give Chuck a call when her phone went off.
"Morning Casey" Sarah said slightly annoyed, she was hoping to talk to Chuck first.
"Walker, where's is Bartowski there?" Casey asked hoping she was alone.
"Not really sure I was about to call him when you called me. Why, is there something wrong?" Sarah asked as she looked through her bag pulling out a change of clothes.
"Well you tell me Walker, you're in the same room as him" Casey replied, trying to remain calm.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Sarah said she was beginning to get mad at Casey.
"I listened in on his phone call last night, now do you want to explain what's going on?" Casey asked.
"Oh you mean the phone call last night that he took out onto the balcony after telling me that it was nobody? No, I don't know what's going on but he better tell me soon." Sarah said with a hint of bitterness in her voice. She was still hurt that Chuck would be keeping something from her and Casey rubbing it in wasn't helping at all.
"Well then seems as if our boy is keeping secrets from the both of us. I think he's up to something and it doesn't sound good for the both of us." Casey said slipping his gun behind his back.
"He thought I was sleeping and mentioned something about telling me everything today. That's why I was about to call him but you called first." Sarah replied.
"Best if you play it dumb and let him go to you first." Casey said, "If he's going to tell you then we'll have to wait it out. I'll let you finish getting ready for the mission." Casey tucked his phone neatly into his back pocket as he gathered the rest of his things.
Sarah threw her phone on the bed as she finished getting ready. She was trying hard not to think of reasons why Chuck was being so secretive lately.
Sarah was just about done when Chuck entered the room, along with breakfast. He placed the food on the dresser as he looked over at Sarah who had a look on her face as if she was getting ready to ask him a million questions.
"Well morning sunshine" Chuck said grinning from ear to ear as he handed her a cup of coffee.
Where'd you go this morning?" Sarah asked him, trying to keep her voice in control.
"Oh well I went to the gym to work out for a bit, helps to clear my mind. You were still sleeping when I returned so I figured I'd go get us all some breakfast." Chuck said as he walked over to the window, subtly signaling to the two agents watching that he had things under control.
He walked back towards Sarah, who was tucking her gun behind her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Did you miss me that much?" Chuck said kissing her along the side of her neck.
Sarah couldn't help but smile as she sunk into the kisses.
Just as they started sinking into the intimate moment, someone knocks on the door.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, if not leave me a complaint and I'll try my best to rectify the situation. Will try to update sooner then… what 4-5 days?