Found this on my hard drive. Never really liked it, but I did even promise, so here it is.

Takes place at the end of season 3 final episode, when Chuck is at his fathers.

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She cautiously approached the house, she kept the car lights off and coasted to a stop..

She knew that she had been made even before she turned down the street. She didn't care. Her life was over and this could very well be the final nail in her coffin.

She got out of her Porsche and placed her gun and all her knives on the seat. She grabbed the bag from the passengers seat and walked up the steps of the darken house.

Not even bothering to knock, she pushed the door open and looked for him.

(GRUNT-332) DRUNK.

"Hello to you to Col? Care for a drink." She reached into the bag and pulled out some 100 year old scotch.

"Where's the nerd? And I don't need your version of Dr. Phil right now. Just leave me alone Walker."

Instead she went further into the house, amused by the fact that the only thing in the house seemed to be cases upon cases of alcohol and the standard issue NSA bunker furniture.

Sighing, she grabbed a small crate of wine and after she removed the 'GUNS AND BABES' magazines, she sat down next to her ex-partner who has yet to even look at her.

"Casey, honestly we both know why he did it. And yes I'm going with him. I love him John and if he needs to leave the CIA then I'm am too." Walker stared at the crushed man in front of her. She then reached over and grabbed two shot glasses from the bag. "Listen we were the best. I don't think he wants to leave any more than I do, but he made a promise to Ellie. But your getting reassigned is not why you are here, is it."

Casey took his best scotch and handed it to Sarah to pour the drinks. "I bought this place for when I retire, now might just be the right time."

To her credit she does not smile, but she will like the fact that she can tell Chuck "I told you so." when she got back to their apartment. She passed the drink over "Well then I guess it's for the best, all of us going out on top."

Then raise their glasses and downed the scotch.

"Do you think it is too late?" he asks

"I don't know. I thought we could be spies and live the American dream, but that's not going to happen. And I think that maybe I can live with that."

"After Europe, I thought you wanted both." Casey handed over the glass for a refill.

"We both did then, but with Chuck's dad dying, and Ellie's reaction. And they you and your daughter…" Sarah passed over the bottle to Casey.

"What about Alex." Casey took a swig.

"She didn't even know you and she was in danger just because of you being her father and then her mother. John I … I want a family. Chuck has done that to me. He made me want a family with him and I don't know if I can do that to our children. Even you leaving didn't keep them safe."

Casey stared a long time at his glass before he nodded "We both have some huge skeletons in our closets."

Sarah got up and grabbed Casey by the hand and pulled him to his feet.

"Come on Casey, you have to go see Alex's mom and put things right and I need to sit down with Ellie. Beckman gave us the OK for the basic stuff. It's time for us to come out of the cold government shadow and get use to the warmth of a family again."

As the head towards the door Sarah stopped and turned to him "John I've never had a big brother, but both Chuck and I really consider you family. Whatever happens remember this. You will always have us."

Casey again nodded and they head out. "So are you too going to move here now?"

She looked towards their home. "I don't know yet. Things are so up in the air that I don't know; Chuck actually went over to the place he grew up in tonight. It would not surprise me that he might want to start over there. When he left he told Morgan something about a phoenix rising from the ashes. I'm not sure what that meant but then I don't understand what they are talking about half the time."

He sat in the passengers' seat as Sarah moved the weapons off hers. "Your not going to give those back are you?"

Sarah smiled "No, how about the guns, the crown vic or the Regan poster?"

"Beckman will have to pry it out of my cold dead hands."