A/N: First sorry for the long delay. Real life has been kicking my well you know. A big thanks to my wife, daughter and to my beta Jomarch. If it wasn't for you guys this would never be posted. An even bigger thanks to nirvana12 for the encouragement to get this out. Lastly a big thanks to everyone who has read this and reviewed. Your all amazing.
Part 7
As Chuck walks out of the communications room, he rubs his neck, so lost in thought about how to try and fix things with Sarah that he fails to notice Casey standing by the door. Casey grabs Chuck by the neck and flings him into the wall.
"Owww what the f…"
"Shut it Bartowski and listen to me because I'm only gonna say this once." Casey tightens his grip on Chuck's neck to reiterate his point.
"That girl stayed with you twenty four hours a day for six months. She let her own health suffer trying to get you, no waiting for you to wake up. I left just before her breakdown and maybe if I had stayed I could have been there to support her. But I wasn't there. The only reason I'm not breaking your neck right now is because you had a hand in my rescue. But if you think I'm gonna let you destroy or play with the emotions of the best partner I have ever had, then you have another thing coming."
Chuck does not wait for Casey's next move as he raises his knee to the inside of Casey's thigh, and performs a counter strike, knocking Casey's grip off his neck and at the same time he grabs Casey's wrist twisting it behind his back. "I'm not defenseless anymore." Chuck grits out. "The next time you grab me from behind I'll show you what I really know. As for Sarah, I have never played with her heart and I have always been honest. Everything that I have done since I woke up was aimed to get us back together and keep us there. I will fix this, trust me."
Chuck finally let's go of Casey's wrist and let the older Agent go. Casey turns to look at him as he rubs his wrist, not for the first time realizing that Chuck truly has changed and understanding that it could mean his job was not to protect Chuck anymore but perhaps to protect Sarah.
Chuck does not look back as he walks down the hall, thinking about what had just happened and what was yet to come. The sting in Casey's words had left him a lot to think about. But the one thing he knew that was certain was that if he didn't make the attempt tonight to fix things with Sarah then he would lose her forever. He turns the final corner and looks at her door, praying that she'll open it but not really sure that she would. .
His hand raised and slightly frozen because he is so afraid that he may have really blown it with her. But he takes the chance and knocks anyway. It translated to a light rapping on her door, but it was a knock none the less. His heart was in his throat and he didn't want to think about her not wanting to see him, so the relief he feels at the sound of her voice is only short lived as he deciphers her words.
"Go away, Charles"
Chuck knows that unlike his dad, Sarah only used his given name when she was royally pissed at him or worse yet, when she wanted to distance herself from him.. It was a sign that he was really in trouble and that Sarah was on the brink of cutting herself off from him altogether.
Chuck knocked again, this time it was a lot harder and firmer than was intended.
"Sarah please open the door?"
"No"
He hates that he can hear pain in her voice and knows that he's the cause of it. "Sarah if you will just let me explain"
He's surprised when the door suddenly opens to reveal Sarah standing there, her eyes red and puffy and her shoulders slumped. He was so used to remembering her strong and vivacious and it hits him that he's been responsible for her looking this way. That his focus on healing them both physically had backfired because he forgot that they needed to heal emotionally as well.
"Explain what Chuck? That I get to sit on the sidelines while that woman gets to have you whenever she wants on our missions." He can see her struggling with her emotions and he wants to reach out only he doesn't because he knows she will not want him to.
"Sarah that's not what…"
"No, Chuck if you want her then go to her, I will get over this eventually. I will, but just know that you have broken my heart. I trusted you with it and you broke it.." Sarah's voice had dropped to a whisper at her last words and she shut the door before he could say anything else.
Chuck just slumped down to the ground, head in his hands. Sarah could hear his muffled cries outside her door. She wanted so much to comfort him but understood that she was in no position to do so because she still felt so lost. The one thing she knew though was that even if she was going to let him back into her life he was going to have to earn it now. She could not help but think back to the past, back to that night, when she heard the gun shots. At one point she almost got out of bed and hobbled to the door just to make sure that something hadn't happened to Chuck, but decided against it. She wondered if he was still out there, sitting by the door.
Sarah's alarm went off at six the next morning and if she had a knife she would have ended its miserable existence. However she had to remind herself that she was still not allowed near weapons yet. She got out of bed, stretched her arms and legs. It was good to finally note that they were starting to feel remarkably stronger from the hours of physical therapy. However the true therapy hadn't begun until she saw the staff psychologist. Sarah pushed those thoughts aside as she finished her stretching and made her way to the shower. After her shower, she got ready for the day. Her hair was in a pony tail, and she never really needed makeup, at least that was what Chuck had always told her. As she went to her door, she didn't think to open it slowly, and just yanked it open, to her surprise, a slumped over Chuck fell backwards into her room.
"Ow, that's twice now and my neck is killing me" Chuck muttered to himself. Sarah looked at him wondering what he meant until she noticed a hand print sized bruise at the base of his neck.
"Chuck what happened to your neck?"
"Casey had a few things to say to me last night." The bruise reminding him that he still had to make it up to Sarah.
"Did he do that to you?" She wants to touch him but crosses her arms instead.
"Yeah but it was for my own good." Chuck finally looks at her, hoping that she'll listen this time."Sarah please just give me twenty minutes. Well ok, maybe two hours but we can start with twenty minutes, please?"
"Not right now Chuck, I have therapy" She's tempted to ask him to come with.
"Maybe later then? Please?"
"Yeah, Chuck later." With that she left, her ponytail bouncing in her wake.
As Sarah entered her therapy session, her instructor noticed two things. She was noticeably more worn out today and he wondered if he should insist on her using a wheelchair but weirdly enough, she also looked more determined than he had ever seen in any of his patients before.
Sarah's singular thought was to push herself to get better. So she entered the weight room and started with forty pounds more then she had been training with. Her therapist only had her lifting ten pound weight to slowly get her body to build up resistance and to get her muscle tone back. But today Sarah was having none of it. She threw fifty pound weights on there and started doing lifts, squats and drags It was classic Sarah TO do anything and everything to get her mind off Chuck and their problems.
However, try as she might, the problems kept coming back into her head and it drove her to do more. Sarah choose the treadmill next, and set it to start at ten mph. She slowly increased the level by five mph increments every ten minutes. After an hour and a half, her instructor walked up and turned the machine off.
"Hey, what are you doing?" exclaimed Sarah, as she wiped the sweat off her face and followed her instructor's lead as she went to sit beside him.
"Sarah I know that you are a very proud and independent person, but whatever problems you're having right now don't let it set the progress that you have made back."
"I'm fine" Sarah does not look at him and knows that it's a tell that she is not fine..
"If you're so fine then why are you pushing yourself so hard that you could injure yourself? I guarantee that if you keep up at the pace that you are going at, you will set yourself back. As a matter of fact I am guessing that after you get back to your room and cool down, you're not going to be able to move." He places his hand on her arm before continuing. "Just remember that your health is my priority and right now, I'm ordering you to take it easy."
While Sarah was at her therapy, Chuck slowly walked back to his room, rubbing his neck. As he walked back up to his door, he saw the note from Casey telling him to be at the firing range at nine am. Chuck looks at his watch and notes that he has a little more than half and hour and quickly shut his door and started to get undressed. As he was waiting for the shower to warm up with just a towel around his waist, he hears a knock on his door.
Chuck was pretty sure that Sarah would be at her therapy session for a few more hours, but his heart still leapt at the thought that she left the session early, to let him explain.
Chuck opened the door, eager to see her but the words died on his lips when he finally noticed who as standing before him. "Hey Sar.."
A deep blush crept up his neck when he realized that it was Sammie at his door. "Uh hey Sammie. Now's not really a good time as I was just getting ready to get into the shower when you knocked."
"Chuck, can we just talk for a few minutes? Please?"
It's the desperation in her voice as much as her plea that gets him to relent. "Um, sure come on in."
He self-consciously pulls the towel around his waist tighter as he looks at her. "What can I do for you Sammie?"
Sammie takes a deep breath before launching into her prepared speech. "Listen Chuck, what I'm gonna say may upset you but it has to be said, ok?" She stares at him and is glad to see him nod and to hear his words.
"Sure, go ahead"
"Chuck, I am in love with you. I know that you care for Sarah, but how much can she really like you if she told you, that I could have you. I know that you must have a million questions, but let me answer the obvious ones." She's glad to have got the words out without any interruption so far but is stopped by Chuck's words and his surprised expression.
"Wait! Um, I'm sorry but you're what? Chuck's voice takes on an incredulous tone.
"I am in love with you." Sammie simply stated again. "Chuck it's like this. Ever since we have been training and spending time together at night, watching movies, I have just fallen for you. You are the sweetest and kindest man that I know."
"But, um but what about your boyfriend?" Chuck shakes his head at her words, trying desperately to think back if he gave her any indication beyond just friendship..
"Chuck I broke up with him the third week that you were here," was Sammie's only reply.
"Sammie, I honestly don't know what to say, but I told you that I was spoken for and that when I got Sarah back, I was going to do everything that I could to help her get well and bring her back to me."
Sammie knew he was going to bring that up but she had practiced a counter argument. "Chuck, look we are going to be spending a lot of time together in the field, I just want you to know that I have strong feelings for you and that I will not be acting as your girlfriend because I want it to be real. Maybe in time you will realize that I can make you happy."
"Sammie, please you're a brilliant, attractive woman, but I honestly don't see that happening, but I guess your right anything can happen." Chuck had noticed that while he was talking to Sammie, her bottom lip was quivering and he knew he was being a coward but he really could not handle another crying female at this time. Besides, in his heart, he knew that Sarah was the only one that mattered.
"Thanks Chuck. just please keep an open mind," with that Sammie ran out before Chuck could see her cry. She left his room in tears and was running down the hallway. She didn't notice Mary, the tech that has been assisting Chuck, and almost bowled her over.
After the encounter with Sammie, Chuck quickly showered and was sprinting down the corridor to meet Casey at the firing range. He slid in thru the doors to the training center at eight fifty nine and fifty seven seconds, when Casey clicked his stopwatch.
"Good to see that you can be on time for some things Bartowski. Let's see if you're man enough to hit something with a bullet instead of breaking agents' hearts." Casey shakes his head at the words as he still could not believe Chuck's luck with women.
"That's enough Casey, what happens between Sarah and I is none of your concern and you better remember that, or I will show just how much this new intersect knows."
"Are you threatening me Bartowski? Because we can skip this lesson and have a go at the mats in the gym. You better try and keep that mouth shut before you find my boot in it." Casey's voice takes on a harder edge."Besides you ruin my partner and I'll ruin you."
"Aww big guy getting a case of the emotions. Definitely not your thing, however I am going to be speaking with Sarah this afternoon." Chuck knows he means well but it still grates him that even Casey does not have faith in his ability to make it up to Sarah.
"Good, by the way, I wouldn't let Sarah know that you're seeing other women behind her back. She really has a dislike for that Agent Rhodes and if she knew that you were alone with her in a towel, well I'd pay good money to watch her cut your manhood off."
"What! how? Never mind, let's get started." Chuck hopes that Casey does not tell Sarah anything, at least not until he's made it up to her.
"Alright, now that romper room is over, let's get started. I'm going to hand you a weapon and you're gonna give me the name of the gun, how many rounds it holds and why it is important or its significance. Then, after you identify each weapon you will get to fire it before we move on to the next one."
"Ok, I can do this" Chuck says the words out loud, trying to give himself the confidence not to let Casey down.
Casey hands Chuck the first gun. As soon as Chuck's hand curled around the gun, he felt that familiar tug in his mind and within a few short seconds Chuck knew everything about the firearm in his hand..
"This is a baby Sig Sauer. It holds nine rounds plus one in the chamber; it is a .22 caliber handgun, and its significance is that it has little to no recoil and is a great gun for beginners to learn with."
"Did you just flash on that?" Casey asked.
"Yes I did" Chuck smiles at Casey's expression.
"But your eyelids didn't even flutter like before and the recognition time seems to have improved."
"Well, it's nice of you to notice and if we had had a nice dinner the other night I would have gotten to that. The new intersect, can be accessed anytime I want, sort of like a computer search and I don't need an image to trigger it anymore, I can do that all on my own. I may not look like I'm going to pass out anymore, but it still leaves me with the headaches. Mary is trying to write a program, to help with that."
"Hmph, is that all she's helping you with?" Casey's patented grunt enough to send Chuck on the defensive..
"Casey for the love of God, will you please drop it?".
It's the pleading tone that reminds Casey that despite all the improvements, maybe the old Chuck was still there somewhere. "Fine, only for training, but don't expect the ceasefire to last. Alright now show me how to fire it."
Chuck slid the pull back and took aim. The new Intersect gave Chuck the knowledge to shoot like a pro, however his conscience still got in the way. Chuck gently pulled the trigger and as the hammer slide back, the gun shot upwards from the recoil and Chuck shot the ceiling instead of the target.
Casey covered his face with his hand and shook his head. "Chuck, what is the problem?"
Chuck does not hand the gun back to Casey but he doesn't look comfortable holding it either. "Well, maybe it's the target. It's shaped like a person and you know how I am with that."
"For the love of God!" Casey actually throws his hands in the air as he draws the target back in and changes it..
"Alright Chuck let's try this new target. It's just a regular bulls-eye. Now I want you to imagine the trigger of the gun is Walker's finger."
"Casey?"
"Just shut your eyes and listen for once. I know what I'm talking about" Casey replies sternly. "Now you can't yank the trigger, you have to caress it, squeeze it, and that will help you relax and hit the target. So listen to what I say, take the trigger like its Walker's finger, and curl your finger around it. Caress it, and then remember that day on the beach, when you took her finger and squeezed it into your palm." Casey can see Chuck listening to him and he does not raise his voice although he grits his teeth as he gives the last bit of instruction. "And keep your eyes open and on the target!"
Chuck immediately takes a deep breath and squeezes the trigger, following Casey's instructions to the T. The bullet hitting the target in left most corner.. It was a horrible shot but at least he hit the target.
"Casey, did you see that? I hit it." Chuck could not help grinning like he used to when he got high scores on Duck Hunt.
"Yeah, Nancy boy you hit it. Now try it again."
Chuck squeezed the trigger four more times, each bullet getting just a bit closer to the bulls-eye. Chuck shot the remaining five rounds in quick succession until they were all grouped in the same area.
'Hey, Casey at least I was consistent" Chuck figures that with a bit more practice. He'll at least get proficient or at the very least not look uncomfortable with holding the gun.
"Yeah consistent, here try this gun out." Casey had been expecting worse and was pleasantly surprise although he does not want to show it to Chuck and instead, keeps the scowl on his face.
Chuck took the next gun and felt the onset of the next flash."It's a Walther PPK. It's another. 22. Caliber pistol. It was a big in the sixties and it holds twelve rounds. Its significance is that this is James Bond's gun. You gave me this because you wanted to remind me of Cole didn't you?"
"Partly yes, however it also has even less of a kick than the baby Sig."
Chuck took his stance as he placed one palm under his other and took aim before squeezing the trigger four times. Chuck accurately hit the target in the center of the bulls-eye.
Casey knew he had it in him or at least the Intersect in Chuck was working. However, he knew that it wasn't enough. "Good job, Chuck. Now let's sees how you do with the human target."
Chuck slowly took aim and squeezed the trigger like before. Only, this time his shots went wide, and hit the wall.
Casey grunts in frustration before turning to Chuck. "What are you going to do when a Fulcrum agent is bearing down on us and he's going to kill Walker or me or you? You need to be able to shoot someone. I can teach you to shoot them so you don't have to take the kill shot but don't think that there won't be a time where you will have to shoot to kill."
"I know Casey, I will work on it". Chuck's voice is determined although Casey can tell that he's still not convinced..
"Before I let you go, I am going to teach you how to field strip a gun, clean it and get it ready for the next time you need to use it."
Chuck can't help the relief in his voice that Casey was not giving up on him and that he really needed to step up here. "Ok, Set it up, teach".
Sarah walks back to her room deep in thought and feels the adrenaline dissipate and her pulse drops back to normal levels and she starts to feel something she hasn't felt in a long time. Her muscles beginning to cramp up and lock, just as her instructor had warned. Sarah wasn't the type to give up as she bit her lip trying to force herself to make it to her room, knowing she could have a nice warm bath and glass of red wine. But her legs give out despite her strong will as she falls into the wall.
She does not give up though as she uses the wall for support, slowly willing one leg infront of the other as she rounds the next corner on her way to her room. She almost makes it around the second corner, when something runs right into her, sending her flying to the floor.
"Ow, what the hell?" Sarah groans as she looks at the person who had hit her. "Bloody Hell." Sarah can't help her words as she spots Agent Rhodes lying on the ground looking at her with tears in her eyes. Sarah is tempted to just leave her there knowing that the woman before her was trying to steal Chuck away. However, Sarah realized that like the session today and her will to win, she could not just give up. "What the hell is your problem?"
"He said he doesn't want mmme" Sammie knows she should actually feel mortified for telling this to Sarah of all people but she cannot help feeling completely rejected and depressed. Sarah knows the answer to her question but decides to ask anyway. "Who doesn't want you?"
"Chuck." Sammie doesn't care anymore as she tells Sarah exactly what had transpired. "He was in a towel like he was going for his shower or he just finished. His hair was curling round his ears and he looked like Chuck, you know and I…well I couldn't help myself."
"What couldn't you help yourself with Agent?" Sarah's voice takes on a decidedly icy tone..
"I tried to tell him I was better than you and that we would make a great team on and off the job. That you couldn't be there for him on the job anymore, not like I can."
Sammie looks at Sarah before continuing," I though I made a connection but when I looked into his eyes, I didn't see it. He loves you. He shouldn't and you don't deserve him but he loves you." Her voice is filled with anger and regret.
Sarah's hands curl into fists and she's tempted to just hit the younger agent but she knows that there is no need as Chuck's reaction had hurt Sammie more than Sarah ever could. So she does not say anything as she struggles to get to her feet and make her way back to her room.
She walks a few steps before looking back towards Sammie "You got your answer so my advice. Stay out of Chuck's life."
"He may love you, but he can't see you for who you are and, you're going to lose him. You're incapable of loving him and sooner or later he'll realize that when he sees what we can have together." Sammie has never been one to give up and she does not wait for Sarah's response as she scrambles up and runs back to her own room.
Sarah does not react to Sammie's words although they resonate within her such that she breaks down the minute she enters her own room.
"Alright, training is done for today. Go get some rest." Casey can see Chuck becoming more and more preoccupied the longer the lesson lasted. Chuck had successfully taken apart, cleaned and reassembled two guns in under five minutes with a blindfold on. However, he also kept looking at the clock each time he tore off the blindfold and Casey knew it wasn't because he was timing himself but probably checking to see if Sarah's session was over.
"Chuck, be here at nine sharp and we will see if today was a fluke or if you really have it down."
"Ok, Casey see you then." Chuck left the room quickly walking towards Sarah's quarters when he bumped into One of Sarah's trainers. "Hey Instructor Chen, how is your day going?"
"It's still going. Chuck, you know Agent Walker, correct?"
"Yes, I do why?"
"She completely over did it this morning. She seemed upset about something and pushed her body far more than she should have. If she isn't completely unable to move right now I'd be incredibly surprised."
"Ok I'll look in on her, have a great day Instructor Chen"
Chuck quickly pulls out his cell phone and calls Mary. "Hey Mary, I need you to do me a big favor and get these things to me in ten minutes."
Chuck waits outside Sarah's door and breathes a sigh of relief when he spots Mary walking towards him.
"Hey Chuck, I got everything that you asked for and here is a bouquet of gardenias, Sarah's favorite flower, her favorite gun the M1911, and a bottle of massage oil."
"Thanks Mary, you're a life saver."
"No problem Chuck and good luck."
Sarah hears the knock on her door and does not move as she calls out, "Go away. Just please go away."
"Sarah, open the door it's Chuck." He can hear a muffled response and all he can think of is that Instructor Chen had been right and Sarah really needed his help. He strained to hear her voice and could feel his worry building.
"Mary, I think I'm going to need another favor."
"Sure Chuck, let me get my key", Mary replied, anticipating Chuck's request.
Mary opened the door for Chuck and what they saw floored them both. Sarah was laying half on the couch and half on the floor.
"Mary, please help me one more time and help me get Agent Walker back to her bed, please.".
"Sure, what's one more favor, but if I get hurt, you're going to owe me even more than you do now." Mary hoped that Sarah was in a better mood today than she had been but Chuck looked so worried that she knew she would help even if he didn't ask her.
Chuck gently lifted Sarah into his arms, letting her head rest on his shoulder while Mary supported her legs and together, they slowly and gently carried Sarah to her bed.
Sarah hated to depend on anyone, and she hated anyone to see her at her worst, and helpless. However, being held in Chuck's arms breathing in his scent put a small smile on her face until she remembered her conversation with Agent Rhodes. Sarah finally realized that she couldn't keep depending on Chuck and that she had to get back on the team and to do that, she had to get her body back into top form and pass her psyche evals.
As Chuck laid her down on her bed, she heard him walking Mary to the door.
"Mary, thank you for everything that you have done, I couldn't have done it without you."
"Your welcome, Mr. Bart…I'm sorry, Chuck, if there is anything else you need let me know." Mary replied.
As Chuck shut the door, he rolled up his sleeves and walked back into Sarah's little kitchenette. He pulled a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water. He then took that glass with him to Sarah's bedroom. He placed the glass of water down, and placed her flowers in it and sat it on the nightstand by the bed. He placed one knee on her bed, and lightly brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes.
"Chuck, please just leave me alone, I can't deal with you right now," She was expecting him to nod and leave except Chuck ignored her as he slowly bent down and lightly kissed her lips.
"I'm not going anywhere. Don't worry we can discuss anything you want later but for now let me just take care of you."
Chuck slowly undressed her trying to be as careful as he could. Once she was down to her bra and panties, Chuck slowly rolled her onto her stomach and got the massage oil out of the bag Mary had given him. He applied some to his hands and started to slowly massage her arms and shoulders first. He applied slight amounts of pressure at first and then started to apply more as he felt her muscles respond.. As he continued with the massage, he could hear what he thought were soft whimpers, that turned into soft moans, as he worked his hands into her shoulders and back. He kneeded his way down to her lower back and when he reached to just above her rear, he started to apply slightly more pressure.
As he moved lower and lower, Sarah's moans got increasingly louder and he placed a small towel over her rear and then started to work on her legs. , He took the massage oil bottle and applied more to his hands and went to work on her upper thighs. He had to apply more pressure because he could feel the tenseness of her muscles and he hoped that she was not in to much pain.
As Chuck was making his way down Sarah's silky thighs, he couldn't help but notice the contoured lines of her muscles. When his hands finally reached down to her calf, Chuck noticed her toes curling with pleasure. This brought a devious smile to his face, and Chuck went up and kissed Sarah's neck and blew a soft kiss into her ear which finally brought a smile to Sarah's face.
"Charles Irving Bartowski, where did you learn to use your hands like that?" Sarah's voice indicating that she was as relaxed as she could be..
"Well, you know us nerds always using our fingers to type and play games. Well all that make our hands very dexterous. But seriously, I took a massage therapy class back at Stanford, when I was dating the one who shall not be named".
"Ahh, how come you've never used these skills before on me, you may have had me sooner." Sarah replied with a sly smile.
"Sooner would imply that it was only a matter of time for you and as far as I know our cover has always been a just a cover for my sister and my friends." Chuck stated.
"I guess we're going to have this conversation now." Sarah said flatly.
"Look, Sarah, before you begin, I know that we have both told one another that we love each other. But I have been in love with you, since I met you that day in the Buy More. Every day that we have spent together, has just added, to my love. However I know for you that it was always a cover, and I know that I pushed the envelope a few times, but I'm…."
"Chuck, shut up", Sarah calmly said. "I have been in love with you for some time as well. Look, you know I'm not great at voicing my feelings or emotions, but when you were shot I couldn't hold it in anymore. Between seeing you just laying there, and Ellie, crying, I was trying to hold it together as best I could but that lasted exactly five minutes. I tried, I really did, but I'm hopelessly in love with you."
"Sarah, I know that I hurt you, when you found out about the deal that I had made with Beckman. But you have to understand that I only did it to get us to be together again. We may never be a normal couple in the conventional sense. But I don't want normal because all I want is you." He sees her nod at his words and it emboldens him to continue."Ok so now that we have established our love for one another, yet again, how about we seal it with a kiss." Chuck tilts his head down.
"Not so fast as there are still a few things that we need to discuss," Sarah finally feels like they're on the same page.
"First, from now on you're going to do that every night, meaning the massage. Second, there will be no making deals unless we both discuss it, and agree to it. And third," Sarah poked her finger into Chuck's chest, finally realizing how muscular he'd become. "Third there will be no more answering your door in a towel, is that understood."
Chuck rubs his chest, "Hey that was uncalled for!"
Sarah slowly sat up and barely got out of the way when Chuck lunged for her. However, she couldn't avoid his second attempt.
"Come here gorgeous" Chuck put his arms around her and was going to kiss her only to be interrupted by his phone. , "Dammit, It's Casey, I have to take it."
Sarah leaned back onto her bed and tried to relax while Chuck answered the phone.
"You done playing hide the pickle with my partner yet?"
"Casey now isn't really a great time."
"Guess the magic wand still doesn't work. Get your limp self to the communications room ASAP we have a mission."
"Arghhhhh", Chuck exclaimed as he hung up.
"What's wrong?" Sarah asked.
"Mission, I have to go, I'll see you after the brief and "I love you, Sarah Walker"
"I love you too, Chuck Bartowski. Go and remember to come back in one piece and tell Casey that I expect you to have all your working parts." She kisses him when he leans forward and reluctantly lets him go.
As soon as Chuck shut the door, she feels her anxiety build up and her tears start to fall.
End of Chapter
A/n 2: The next chapter maybe a few weeks out, still has some training to complete, plus an extremely fussy and colicy baby. I love her, but I can't go on 2 to 3 hrs sleep, and then work a 10 hr shift. I'm getting too old lol. Until next time hit the little blue button and it may help to get the next one out faster but no promises.