Ep 4.11 Chuck vs. the Balcony

Casey watched from the monitors as Walker was led into the secure vehicle.

"Walker, I don't know what game you're playing, but this has black ops written all over it. Be careful partner."

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Morgan paced back and forth in their living room. Since Casey insisted that he leave Castle or the likelihood of his boot entering the hind quarters of the 'Buy Morian baboon' was closer than he was with grape soda, he left.

He knew there had to be a mistake. Sarah was in no way a double agent. She was not a female version of Darth Vader. She was Chuck's third half and there was no way any half of Chuck was going to the dark side of the force.

Grabbing his laptop, he started again on the keyboard. His mission, prove that Sarah was not evil!

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Chuck slumped down on the bench that Sarah had just vacated. In his hand was the box containing the ring that he so wanted to not be there, but on her finger.

His mind reeling with the events of the last couple of minutes: thinking it was a misunderstanding that would be corrected when the General got there, the gut wrenching sight of his blonde angel taken away in shackles…

He did the only thing he could do; he let the tears flow freely.

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Sarah and her guards turned the corner and waited for the elevator door to open. Sarah's heart felt like it was breaking, knowing what Chuck was thinking. That she was never coming back.

When the door opened, she was pushed inside. One lone tear escaped as the door slid shut.

When the door opened again, the tear was wiped away, and the ice cold look of Agent Sarah Lisa Walker had returned.

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Shadow had dozen of screens floating in mid air. Some had video of the exchange last night, some had the moonlight and the sunset of the balcony in France, others had documents upon documents flashing different pages.

Throwing his hands up in the air, Shadow went over and sat in his usual seat.

"Chuck, buddy, I hate to tell you , but this reeks of black ops. First the giant blond she-male to get us back and now she wants to take down one of the biggest criminal organizations just for you to be happy. Maybe I better stick to the low end of the Karma Sutra pool. So far we have been sticking to the middle ground. I hate to see what she would do for you when you do the "For Experts Only sections" you were saving for the wedding night."

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The Adorable Psycho (AKA AP) was pounding on the door of her room.

"OH CRAP! WHO LOCKED THIS DOOR? WHO IS OUT THERE? LET ME OUT, I NEED TO BE WITH MY MAN OR ELSE THERE WILL BE …"

The door flew open and a brunette version of Sarah dressed all in black leather stood barring the way.

"Or what, you love sick psycho? Get this straight, right now, he needs me, so you can go stay in your room until the job is finished and I can go back to my room and put my feet up and relax again, got it?"

The AP goes nose to nose with the one she had not seen in ages. The one created by all the spy training, the one that never let her have any fun, the one she called the Agent Impossible (AKA AI). And she stuck her tongue out at her.

AI shook her head at AP and then pushed her back into the room and slammed and bolted the door.

"Now I'm back and I'm ready to kick some Voldermont err I mean Volkolf butt."

She looked at mirror with the taped picture of Chuck hanging on AP's door. Looking at her new black hair reflected back at her, she reached up and placed a small kiss on the image of Chuck. "For you honey, always for you now."

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A/N

Usual disclaimers apply. See previous chapters.

Yes I introduced a new character, sue me.

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