A/N: A short but necessary Chapter.

My thought with this chapter is that it would not be unusual for Chuck and Sarah to have issues with his family. Especially a passionate sister like Ellie. I just thought it would be fun to see another side. A side that unfortunately occurs all to often.

Only five days left.

Two Weeks Notice

Day Nine

Ellie

I can't believe I have to drive all the way over here to talk with Chuck. When he starts playing those silly games he cannot even answer the phone. Standing at door, I knock. Waiting a few minutes, I knock again more insistently. When the door swings open I expect to see Chuck still in his pajamas looking like he just woke up.

I was partly right.

"Sarah," I say shocked to see the leggy blonde in one of Chuck's shirts. She has more leg showing than I have leg.

"Hi Ellie, Uh, Chuck will be right out. He's in the bathroom. Come in."

Sarah and I have not been on the best of terms. Oh it's civil, but that's about it. I let her have it about a year ago. Something like either shit or get off the pot. Not that it did any good… until now I guess.

"Can I get you some coffee?" Sarah said going to the kitchen.

"Sure, that would be great."

She brings me the coffee and sits down in the large Easyboy and we settle into an uneasy pause in the conversation.

"So… Sarah, how long has this been going on?" I look at her in my brother's shirt to make sure she doesn't act like she doesn't know what I'm talking about.

"Not long. I know Ellie you think I've been stringing Chuck along but that's not true. I love him."

Well that's new. In the past she has always said she had feeling for him. It was always Chuck who spoke of love.

At first I thought Sarah was the best thing that ever happened to Chuck but as time went by and their relationship never really took off, I began to see that there was something not quiet right with her. On the surface she was perfect. But it was just after she showed up that Chuck started to keep secrets, miss important times that we had always shared and just generally became darker personality wise. That's the part I really detested about Sarah Walker. It was clear to me that my once easy going, fun-loving brother, had turned into this introspective sad-eyed loner. If he was not with Sarah and sometimes John Casey, then he was alone and in a bad mood. I don't know what power she held over him but it was clear to me that she had something.

What I really wanted to know is why she stayed with Chuck. She had been spotted twice with two different men. Morgan once saw her with a man on a Yacht at the marina and then Devon saw her with a former congressman. Devon was sure it was her and she was all over the guy. That's when I knew that as far as I was concerned, Sarah Walker could jump in a lake.

How can she afford that fancy sports car and she still lives in a hotel room. How does she afford that? And, talk about commitment issues. Jeez.

"Where is this going to lead Sarah? Any future plans?" I ask just to see her response. Just as I thought, you should see her back pedal.

"We are trying this out to see how we do. But at this point we don't have any definitive plans."

I'm sure she can see that I'm not buying her act. Just then mercifully, Chuck came into the room.

"Ellie, what are you doing over here?"

"I tried to call you all day yesterday but you weren't answering your phone. I got this invitation to your tenth anniversary of the class of 2001 at Stanford."

"Ellie, I can't go to that. I didn't graduate."

"Someone sent you an invitation. They must think you belong there."

"Lay it on the table. I'll look at it later."

"Chuck, you should go. You know it's your right." Sarah said it and the look I watched them exchange told me there was some hidden meaning in her statement. That's another thing. There seemed to be some hidden message within a message with her all the time. Chuck was always giving her this look as though, did she mean what she said or was it something else. I just didn't like it.

"I'll tell you what, Sarah. I'll go on one condition," he said.

She laughed nervously.

"What's that?"

"You come with me. I'll go…I promise to go only if you go with me."

There it is. I've seen it so many times. Sarah was unable to commit to the smallest of things.

"Well see. When is it?" she asked.

Chuck picked up the invitation that I put on his coffee table and read it over.

August 3rd at Six PM in the Memorial Auditorium.

"I'll go if I can," she said not meeting his eyes.

I couldn't help but notice this whole conversation made her nervous. What was the big deal? Chuck only wanted to get confirmation that she would go. But as I watched him, there was more going on here. Sarah, I could not figure out. I stopped trying a long time ago. But Chuck, I could read like a book. And there was something special about this date. I wish I knew what it was. I knew from frustrated experience that I would not get anywhere trying to find out.

Listen, why don't you two come over for pizza next week? We haven't done that in a long time."

"I'd love to." Chuck said. "How about you Sarah?"

"Sure."

"Great," I said and got up to leave. "See you next week then.

I walk out the door but as it closes I think I would love to be a fly on the wall in there now. I bet I would get a lot of the answers to the questions I've asked myself over and over these past few years.

As I open the car door, I look at Chuck's apartment and see Sarah in the window looking at me. She flashes me this sad smile, and waves goodbye. It seemed symbolic in some fashion.

As I drive away, I cannot get that picture of Sarah waving goodbye out of my head. It was like I was never going to see her again. She looked so sad. I wonder what that was all about. Well, just the mystery of Sarah Walker I conclude.