Chapter 7

This is a smaller chapter, I know, and I rushed my poor beta a wee bit, so forgive. There is this hurricane called Earl that is headed straight for my province and gosh darn it, the last time a hurricane hit I lost internet for two weeks, so I wanted to get something posted just in case I disappeared again!

Thanks to Jagged1 for getting the beta done in a rush. I am so not worthy a great beta like yourself.

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Usual disclaimers apply, and without ado...

Party Crashing

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Sarah and Morgan showed up at the safe house over an hour later than what Chuck expected. Even before they entered, Chuck heard Morgan yelling "Sorry" over and over again. When they actually got in, Sarah was rubbing her arm and looked more than a bit flustered.

She gave Morgan the 'evil eye' as she screamed "I am never letting you open the door for me again!" and Morgan looked, well like Morgan always does in these situations where one of the girls was mad at him, he was what Forrest termed JC! - Justified Crapless!

When Forrest saw Morgan however , she held up her cell "Troll! Care to explain this crap!" He seemed to go from milky white to ultra bright in two seconds flat, and a small yelp seemed to come from nowhere.

"Now Alex, my little pumpkin, I can explain, I was looking at some romantic comedy websites and I saw this lovely poem..."

Forrest came forward like a cat after her prey and Morgan immediately hid behind Sarah.

"Are you telling me, soon to be beardless nerd, that you can't even come up with a something bad on your own. Did you even read this, it sounds like something from Glee?"

Sarah read the small screen Forrest was holding out then turned and looked at Morgan "You got to be kidding me, what does little Alex see in you?"

"Oh Crap on a cracker!" Chuck screamed at the screen as he suddenly realized what Sarah's other hand had revealed when she turned. He quickly punched away on the keyboard until the image he wanted appeared. "Dad, what were you thinking? We can't let that get into Shaw's hands."

"Charles, I know that you are not happy about this, but we missed our chance to get him at the charity event and we need something that will guarantee his appearance. And since even your appearance at the charity didn't work, this will." Orion shifted back and forth, obviously conflicted. "Charles you need to call Beckman and get her to leak this intel. As soon as I start the encoding, I can't be away. That means you will have to stay on hold."

Chuck leaned back on his chair. He knew his father's plan made sense. He just didn't like it.

Just like when he saw Casey, sitting on the couch with a bag of popcorn, enjoying the show then check his cell phone then slip away, looking annoyed. When he heard the big man walking down the hidden steps, he knew that he would not like this either.

"One other thing, Charles. I've got something to tell you and Casey..."

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What could have been next door, or a million miles away, General Dianne Beckman just finished issuing the orders to get her assault team ready to deploy.

You could have toppled her with a feather when his face showed up on the screen. Chuck never called her. He was still a little bitter after their first meeting. First it was Stephen, and then Casey was the one that called to ask favors and act as go-between.

She enjoyed seeing him again, but she had to keep distant for several reasons. After all, having a team that had no connection officially to the NSA had proven incredibly valuable.

Today, Team Bartowski had plugged another leak in the NSA. The knock at the door reminded her that the 'Intersect specialist' was on their way to see her. "Enter," she shouted, as she pulled two wine glasses from her desk.

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Daniel Shaw attached the explosives to the computer and on all the walls around it.

He considered hacking the system from the outside, but he was pressed for time, so he just borrowed one at a safe house. It was a bonus that it was linked to Charles.

His intel from his inside man, Nathan, had to be verified. Nathan was a good man but Shaw had no doubts that he was being put underground and they were going to throw away the key. When he had the time, he would dig him out of the NSA pit they threw him in, but Shaw was in no hurry.

He was laughing with glee at the information that he just came across. It was a trap, of course; it was Charles' trap. But he used something that he could not resist. "Carmichael is almost as smart as I am," Shaw kept whispering to himself. "He is so going to suffer for that. One angel at a time dying at his feet…"

So he stepped over the dead bodies of the CIA agents he had tortured for the passwords he needed.

He glanced at what he suspected were personal belongings of the man they were protecting.

He laughed again, and kicked the protectee's lifeless body on the way out. "Sorry about that. Business," and once he was far enough away, he blew the whole apartment up with a carefree flick of a switch.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are, Charles."

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Sarah sat in one of the side bedrooms looking at the locket she pulled from her pocket. It was very old and well taken care of. She opened it up to reveal an old picture of a baby boy.

"Thank you for this, Steven," she whispered and placed it on her neck.

That's when she was knocked off her feet by the moving floor beneath her.

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Daniel Shaw entered the warehouse and went over to his foreman, who just happened to be in front of a fine German sports car. "Have the modifications been complete?" Shaw asked. The foreman pointed to the mechanic who threw him some keys.

Without a word, the foreman passed Shaw a box. Looking into it he smiled. "No time like the present. Let's test it out right now. I'm going hunting."

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Steven was startled by the proximity alarm going full blast throughout the Batcave. He left his lab and watched on the monitors as a German sports car slammed through the front of Carmichael Investigations.

"Charles, I hope you don't mind I dropped by," the voice boomed from the car loud enough to shake the webcam off the shelf . "I hope you're home because I rigged this remote controlled car with some of the best explosives money can buy. Only the best, eh. Charles? Hate you to miss it."

And then the car exploded in a huge ball of fire.

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