Here is Chapter 11. Gosh, this chapter was tough to write! It is entirely a Chuck/Sarah chapter. I hope that it doesn't disappoint.
I do not own Chuck.
Sarah's Suspicions
As she drove home, Sarah's mind was churning, not to mention her stomach which felt like it had a thousand windmills inside it. She knew Jamie was just trying to get on her nerves by what she had said, but it had worked. It had really worked. She was expecting the worst when she got home. Was he working on a secret mission? It had to be that, she concluded. Or was it another woman? Oh please God, don't let it be that! The very thought brought her to tears.
She pulled into the Echo park parking lot, and sat in her car for a few minutes composing herself. As she approached the apartment door, dreading what she would find, much to her surprise, Morgan stepped out.
"Oh hey Sarah, he mumbled as he walked past her. She turned just in time to see him halt and whirl around, his eyes as big as saucers. "You're not supposed to be home yet."
So it was another woman! Sarah's biggest fear had just been confirmed. "Morgan," she said threateningly as she walked over to him, grabbed him by his shoulders and sat him down on the edge of the fountain, "You are going to tell me exactly what Chuck doing and you are going to do it NOW."
"Hey, calm down Sarah, it's nothing," He assured her.
"Morgan, what's he up to?" Sarah prodded.
"Why don't you just go in and see for yourself." He retorted, "Although could you just let me call Chuck and tell him that you're coming in?"
Sarah crossed her arms, "Yeah, sure do whatever you need to do."
Morgan dialed the phone
Chuck answered "Hey buddy, what's up?"
"Uh, Chuck we have a situation, your lady's out here, and she's making her way to the door."
"What? She wasn't supposed to be home for another hour!" Chuck paused, then Continued, "Morgan, you CANNOT let her in here. I need like, fifteen to thirty more minutes."
Morgan looked up just in time to see Sarah grabbing the door handle. "Uh, yeah, I think that we're a little too late for that."
Sarah walked into the house, and saw Chuck standing in the kitchen of all places, talking on the phone and mixing a salad. Wait, mixing a salad?
"Hey honey," He grinned sheepishly, as he hung up his phone.
"Chuck, what are you doing?"
"You weren't supposed to be home for another hour. I was making dinner."
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God!"
"Wow, you must be really hungry. I wanted this to be a nice romantic dinner, but I guess you can have a breadstick if you need to."
"No, Chuck, I'm not hungry. I mean, I am hungry just not… Never mind. It's just, I heard from someone that you and I had plans tonight and I had no idea and I thought… I thought…"
"What did you think?" Chuck asked, walking over to her and putting his hands on her shoulders, much like she had just done to Morgan, only way more loving.
Sarah just stared at him; she had gotten so lost in his eyes that she had forgotten the question.
"Sarah, what did you think?" Chuck repeated.
Sarah broke out of her reverie and smiled, "You know what? Never mind."
Chuck smiled back. Okay, Miss Walker, you must be tired. Why don't you," He paused as he put his arm around her and walked her down the hall, "take a rest and come out in a half an hour, okay?"
"Okay," She said as he closed the door.
Sarah went and lay down on the bed. She was relieved, but at the same time, a little embarrassed, and she was a little miffed at Jamie for getting her so upset over nothing.
Truth be told, Sarah was looking forward to getting to know Jamie. It was going to be interesting working with the spy known as Renegade. However, something seemed off to her. She knew that Jamie and Casey were close, but the fact that they had abruptly stopped talking when she had entered the room was just a little unsettling. She really had not been filled in with the full details of Jamie's transfer here, so it was kind of hard to put the pieces together. But, Sarah Walker was one of the best spies in the CIA, and she was determined to find out what exactly was going on with her NSA partner and her boyfriend's sister, because whatever it was, they didn't want her hearing about it, so she concluded that it had to be illegal.
Music was playing out in the living area, and Chuck was singing along. Sarah smiled. She loved it when Chuck sang. It just did something special for her heart.
The thirty minutes passed by quickly. Sarah got up and walked out into the living area. Wow. Chuck had the table set, the food smelled delicious, and there were candles and gardenias everywhere.
"Wow, Chuck,'' She wrinkled her face in surprise, "this is really something! What's it all for?"
He walked over to a chair and pulled it out for her. She sat down and then he answered, "For you dum-dum." He kissed the back of her neck gently before going around to the other side of the table and seating himself.
Sarah was still in shock as she began to eat her spaghetti with meatballs. "This is amazing, Chuck."
"Why thank you." He opted not to tell her that Morgan had made the sauce.
"Why are you doing all this?" Sarah asked.
"Well, I have been so caught up in this whole Jamie situation and I realized that I have been making less and less time for you. So," Chuck smiled, "Tonight is all yours. No interruptions, I promise. I love you Sarah Walker, and no attention-craving little sister is ever gonna change that."
"That's really sweet," Sarah said softly, "Thank you." She leaned across the table and kissed him.
They finished their supper, but whatever else happened that night was a blur. Sarah woke up the next morning, wrapped in Chuck's arms. She glanced at the clock, it read 8:56. She sighed. She needed to get to work by 9:30, but she did not want to wake Chuck. He looked so peaceful. Just then she felt him stirring beside her. She turned to face him. "Morning, Chuck."
"Morning," Chuck flashed a toothy grin before kissing her. Then he looked at the clock, "I hate to ruin the moment, but don't you have to go to work?"
"Yeah," Sarah groaned as she sat up, but then promptly lay back down, "I don't want to get up," She fake-pouted. "Last night was so wonderful; I don't want it to be over."
"Well, I don't think you have a choice, Miss Walker." You need to get up before a line forms at the door of the double-O." Chuck kissed her forehead and then softly removed the covers off of her and gently pulled her up by her arms. "Rise and shine, baby." He laughed.
Sarah was still fake pouting, but she got up anyway. "You're so mean," She teased Chuck, throwing her pillow at him.
He chuckled, "Why don't you go take a shower, and I'll make breakfast.
"Pancakes?"
"Is that what you want?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, One order of piping hot pancakes coming up!" Chuck left to go to the kitchen.
After her shower, Sarah walked into the kitchen. There was a plate of pancakes sitting on the table for her, just as Chuck had promised, complete with butter and warm maple syrup. He's so sweet, Sarah thought to herself. However, there was something that she needed to discuss with him.
"Chuck?" She began.
"Mhm." He answered from the kitchen.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." He walked over to the table and sat down with his bowl of cereal.
"What do you think about Jamie?"
Chuck looked at her quizzically. "Well, um, I don't know, I mean, she's my sister, but I barely know her. I guess I don't understand what you're getting at."
Sarah leaned across the table so that she was closer to him and whispered, "I think that she's into something shady, Chuck."
"Sarah, that's impossible. How do you know that? "
"Chuck, she may be a good liar, but nobody's perfect. I went down to Castle yesterday and I heard her and Casey talking. As soon as I walked in, they got all uncomfortable and clammed up. And then Jamie manipulated me into leaving by convincing me that you were doing something fishy because you told her that we had plans and I knew nothing about them."
"Wait… Go back. You think Casey's involved?" Chuck asked seriously.
Sarah sighed, "I hope not, but we can't be sure. Even though I don't know what's going on, It wouldn't surprise me if Jamie was using Casey to get some sort of information."
"Why would she do that?"
Sarah scoffed, "She probably thinks that Casey owes her a favor. I mean, from what they told us about their relationship, Jamie probably feels more than a little betrayed by him. Casey is probably going to try and make it up to her."
"By illegally accessing government information?"
"I don't know, Chuck. That's why we need to watch them closely. I need you to keep an eye on Casey at all times when you're at work. Can you do that?"
Chuck squirmed, "Sarah I don't know… Can't we just go to the general with this?"
"Chuck, we need to do this. For Casey. We can't let Jamie bring him down with her. Going to the general could mean the end of both of their careers. I know Jamie is your sister, and that this is hard for you, but she may just be the bad guy here and we need to be careful."
Chuck smiled, "Okay, I'll do it. Now, you need to get to work."
Sarah looked at her watch, "Oh God I'm late!" She jumped up out of her seat and kissed Chuck, "Thank you for the pancakes," she said as she ran out the door.
"Bye honey," Chuck said as the door slammed behind her. He had a lot to think about. What if Jamie really was the bad guy in this equation? He hoped that she wasn't, but like Sarah had said, they could never be too sure.
Just then, he had an idea. If he could get Jamie and Casey together, he could possibly figure out if they were working on something suspicious together, and he knew just how to do that. He smiled and muttered to himself, "Chuck Bartowski you are a genius!" He then picked up his phone and dialed a number. The person on other line picked up:
Hello?
Hey Jamie it's Chuck. Say, what do you think about transferring to the Burbank Buy More?
So there you have it. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review.
