This is not an original story. It was written during the middle of season 2. The original story assumed a sequel that never happened. So there will be some brand new content in this rewrite and several new chapters at the end.

If you read the original (and good decision, BTW) you'll notice that some basic things have changed. In fact the number of chapters has changed. I've added new scenes and deleted others. This chapter is almost all new. The original had a couple of paragraphs about their night out dancing that now has expanded to this whole chapter.

At first, I'll admit that this chapter was mostly gratuitous, an opportunity to take advantage of the story being rated M and put Ellie into a steamy situation. I don't think the show ever did enough with Ellie's character. She could have been much more than just the nag and the one to keep the secret from. I see her as Sarah's real girl mentor, as the person she turns to when Chuck confuses her. But I also think that the show didn't let us see enough about Ellie. She is a beautiful, formidable woman. She must have put herself through medical school and raised her brother all on her own. She has her own ambitions and desires. The original plan for Devon was that he was a Russian spy. I think that ultimately would have been a good decision. Not that I don't like Devon, I do. It's just that a single Ellie had so much story potential.

But a funny thing happened. As I was writing this gratuitous steamy scene, the point jumped off the page at me. Indeed, now this chapter is more than just steamy. It is pivotal to the main story as Chuck and Sarah struggle to understand each other's perspectives.

I realized that when I changed the rating, fewer people would read the story. It simply doesn't show up in the default list. I guess I'm surprised by how many fewer. But it can't be helped. There was no way to tell the story I wanted to tell and keep it T. You'll see why soon.

Anyway, it's probably now more important than ever that the few of you that remain stay vocal.

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The Assignment

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As soon as the guys left for the store, Sarah went thumbing through the dresses hanging in Ellie's closet. Finally she found what she was looking for. "Okay, Ellie," she said. "Put this on."

"I can't wear that," Ellie said as she stepped out of the dress she had been wearing. "I bought that dress on a dare in Med School. I've never worn it outside. It's backless. I don't even have the right kind of bra."

"Perfect," Sarah said with a grin. "Because you wouldn't be wearing the bra even if you did have the right kind. I'm not sure there is a right kind. And while we're at it, you can't wear pantyhose. You need to wear stockings with a garter. In training if they ever caught anyone wearing pantyhose… well, they made sure they never would again. I'm thinking white stockings. We'll go for the slutty virgin look. Men love the illusion that they are deflowering you somehow."

"Sarah," Ellie protested. "Be reasonable. I can't wear this dress without a bra. It's way too sheer and low cut. You'd be able to see the bounce in every step I took. When we are dancing, I'd be flying…" Then she paused. "And that's the point, isn't it?" she asked.

Sarah realized something. She was enjoying being Ellie's mentor for a change. It felt good. "Exactly," she said. "This isn't the time to be reasonable. Trust me. Every single man in that club with the possible exception of Chuck is going to try and look down that dress at some point tonight. Dr. Bartowski would never wear something like that, would she?"

"No," Ellie said softly. "But I have a feeling I'm going to be doing a lot of things tonight that Dr. Bartowski wouldn't do."

That got a laugh. "Maybe," Sarah said. "Let me tell you a little secret. It's the real reason why many women are attracted to become agents in the first place. You get to play a role. You get to act like a complete slut, to wildly fuck anybody on two legs, to try things you'd only read about. And you get to do it totally without any guilt. It's not you, it's an assignment. So tonight we're leaving Dr. Bartowski home. Maybe she can do the dishes while we're gone. You're not her tonight. You're not bound by her image of herself or by the rules of conduct she's established. You're Agent Elise. Agent Elise is pretty wild. Where Ellie is modest, hides her fantastic body under layers of clothes, Agent Elise understands how beautiful she is, knows exactly what looking at her body does to men, and uses that fact against them without mercy. She simply loves to flirt, to tease, to make men think they have a shot at her and then just walk away leaving them burning. She would enthusiastically fuck anything on two legs for her country. And tonight she's on an assignment. She's putting on a performance for her mark. We need him to look around that room and see in every man's eyes how very much they would love to take you home and do what he's going to get to do to you. He has to realize that he currently possesses what every man in the room wants. So when you're bouncing around that dance floor… and every man's eyes in the room are glued to your tits, praying that they can catch just a peek when one comes plopping out, every single one of them imagining themselves dragging you home and fucking your brains out, it's just part of your job."

"Oh my God," Ellie whispered, more to herself than to Sarah. "I can see that. It's a huge turn-on. Sarah, is that why you became an agent?"

"Not me," Sarah quickly protested. "I hate that part of the job. I do it only when there is no other choice. I'd much rather kick a bad guy's ass than flirt with him."

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself beating up those three punks last night," Ellie said with a grin.

There was no point in trying to deny that. So Sarah didn't. "Hey," she said in mock defensiveness with her own grin. "Those guys had it coming, right?" But she quickly turned a bit more serious. "The truth is that this 'just playing a role' attitude can ruin people. I've seen it happen too many times. It makes them cynical. They stop associating sex with things like romance and love. It becomes just a temporary feel good thing to them. They become Carina and start seeking out opportunities to get wild on assignments when other methods would work, just to get that feeling. They warn you about that in training so I guess at some level I always knew it. But, Ellie, I have to tell you something. Being with Chuck has made me see it so much plainer. Sex, no matter how hot it is, is a cheap substitute for making love, not even in the same league."

Ellie's grin was relaxed and natural. "You really are totally lovesick, aren't you?" she asked. "If it wasn't so sweet, it'd actually be kind of sickening."

There also was no point in trying to deny that, not that Sarah wanted to in any way. "I really am," she quickly agreed. "Ellie, understand what I'm saying. There is nothing wrong with getting wild tonight. It's probably even going to make you ultimately closer to Devon. In fact, I envy you a little. Someday I hope that Chuck is at a place where something like this would work with him without being so dangerous. But remember what you have with Devon and how rare that is. Wild fucking is no substitute for it. So promise me that, no matter how intense things get tonight, Dr. Bartowski comes back tomorrow."

It wasn't hard to see that Ellie was really getting into this. The tremble in her voice was plain. "Oh my God," she said. "This is so exciting. I don't think I've ever felt like this before. But there is one problem. Chuck is going to be at the club. I don't think I can act like a slut in front of him."

Sarah laughed. "Don't worry about Chuck," she quickly said. "I've got this one. He won't remember you're in the room. Besides, you can't think of it as acting. Tonight you are a slut. It has to be natural. Other men will almost assuredly ask you to dance. You'll have to play that one by ear. Your mark will probably want you to. If you do, you're going to be putting on a performance for him. Flirt with the other guy. Bounce around that dance floor with him. If it's a slow dance, put your arms around him and hold him tight. Rub your chest against his. Make the other guy think that if this was another night, he'd be getting very lucky. Then smile sweetly, thank him for the dance, and return to your mark. Tell the mark how much you enjoyed performing for him. Thank him for giving you the opportunity."

Ellie grinned. "Why are you constantly calling him the mark?" she asked. "This is Devon."

"Not tonight," Sarah said. "Tonight he is your mark. You can't treat him like you would Devon. Even the sex has to be different. He is not looking to make love with you. That's a good thing because Agent Elise wouldn't know how to do that anyway. The thing she does know how to do is to perform. Whatever he asks for, no matter how surprising, unusual, or even disgusting it is… your smile has to say that you were hoping he'd ask. Be very deliberate when you're doing whatever it is he's asked you for. Look him in the eye and put on a performance. Tease him. Turn him on. Stretch it out for him. Stop halfway through and tell him how much fun you're having."

That got an even bigger grin. "Wow," she said. "Sweetie, those instructions are pretty specific. Sarah, come on. You've clearly done this before. How many times?"

The red in Sarah's face was quickly plain. "I've never done exactly this," she protested. "At least I haven't gone quite that far. I'm not going to pretend that CIA Agents get to pick their assignments, but I'm frankly high enough up the pecking order that I've been able to avoid the long term seduction type missions. Like I said, actual sex has always been a last resort thing for me. I've only done it if there was no other way and lives were at stake. I think that's as specific as I want to get here tonight. But I have sat in the van listening to the wire that was on Carina as she did this… only about a thousand times. So I guess that makes me something of an expert."

Ellie clearly wasn't convinced. "You're enjoying this," she protested. "I can hear it in your voice. I'm not going to let you get away without admitting that."

That got them both laughing. "Okay," Sarah finally admitted. "Yes. I think this is pretty exciting. I've watched this sort of scenario play out a lot of times. But this is different. You're doing it out of love. That's a first for me. It's going to be fun to watch. I'd love to be able to do something like this for Chuck someday. It's not going to be anytime soon."

"Watching?" Ellie asked cautiously. "Just how much are you going to be watching?"

Sarah couldn't keep the smirk from her face. "That's up to the mark, isn't it?" she asked sarcastically. "A lot of this is most likely going to happen in public… up to and possibly including some actual sex. We're going to be in a dark car driving for quite a while. You want me to keep Chuck distracted, right? How can I do that unless I know what's going on in that back seat? More than once I've looked in that back seat and found Carina basically naked with her head bobbing up and down in her mark's lap."

Ellie's mouth fell open for a long moment.

"I couldn't hear her very well," Sarah said in mock seriousness. "But I think she called it a Chevrolet Blowjob."

That got them both laughing again. "You're teasing me," Ellie finally said in relief. "Devon would never ask me to do anything that sexual knowing that Chuck is two feet away."

Sarah couldn't help but laugh at Ellie's innocent naivety. "Okay," she quickly agreed. "I'm teasing you a little. You're probably right. But Devon isn't going to be there, Darrin is. And Agent Elise has put him totally in charge. She's almost challenged his manhood to be bold. There's no telling what he might demand from her."

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As soon as the guys were back, Ellie grabbed Chuck and pulled him into his room, ostensibly to go over which of his things could go into storage. But in reality it was so that Sarah could brief Devon.

As soon as they left, Sarah turned to Devon. "Do you have any questions?" she asked.

"Just one," Devon said. "Is she serious?"

"Serious may be an understatement," Sarah said with a smile. "She wants to give you the perfect night. She's willing to go a hundred miles outside of her comfort zone to give you this gift."

"She doesn't have to do this," Devon protested. "I would never ask her for something like this."

"Of course not," Sarah quickly said. "That's not the way to look at it. Tell me something, Devon. Did Ellie ask you for those diamond earrings she's wearing? They look pretty expensive."

"Of course not," Devon replied.

"I know," Sarah said with a grin. "The question was actually rhetorical. You bought her that expensive gift because you love her. You knew that she would enjoy them, that she would appreciate the gesture. You loved seeing the look on her face when she opened them. If she would have told you that they were too expensive, she didn't need diamond earrings, and to take them back, how would that have made you feel?"

Devon sat for a moment before the smile came to his face. "Point taken," he said. "So how far do I go? How wild do I get?"

"That's totally up to you," Sarah said. "Tonight is your night. I will tell you that Ellie hopes you don't leave anything on the table. The wilder you get, the more she'll consider the night a success. You're going to be surprised at her tonight. You saw the way she's dressed. Agent Elise is nothing like Ellie. She is pure sexpot. She is going to be bouncing quite literally around that dance floor flirting with anyone who even glances in her general direction. If that makes you uncomfortable, let her know. But otherwise, sit back and watch her perform for you. When a mood strikes you, tell her and watch her smile and immediately deliver it to you."

"No limits?"

"No limits," Sarah said firmly. "Not from Ellie, anyway. She's trusting that you wouldn't put her in any situations that were unsafe or illegal. If I could ask for something, this is not Ellie's rule, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't purposefully horrify Chuck. Don't worry. I'm going to be keeping him suitably distracted, especially in the car on the way. But if you've ever held back on asking Ellie for anything, tonight's your night. Her only hope is that tomorrow she has some new experiences to maybe save for a rainy day, she's seen you more aroused than she's ever seen you before, you are so exhausted that you can't move, so spent that sex doesn't even sound like a good idea for a week, and that you enjoyed opening your gift at least as much as she enjoyed opening her diamond earrings. As long as those things happen, I'm sure she is up for anything tonight."

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By the time they got around to actually leaving for the club, Devon, Ellie, and Sarah were very, for lack of a better word, relaxed. The two pitchers of Margaritas that quickly disappeared had made that happen. Chuck held off on drinking for a couple of reasons. For one thing, he knew that he was going to have to drive home later. For another, he had promised to keep an eye out for Sarah's back tonight. She promised that she was actually going to be quite easy to keep track of. She assured him that she was never going to be more than six inches away from him at any moment. Not that you would ever hear a complaint from Chuck.

They were in the middle of a driving thunderstorm. It was one of those rains where the wipers simply couldn't keep the water off the windshield and you had to concentrate to see where you were going. Chuck had offered to drive, being the only one who was actually sober. And since they wouldn't all fit in the Porsche, Chuck drove Devon's Mercedes. Devon and Ellie gratefully piled into the back seat while Sarah snuggled as close to Chuck as the bucket seats would allow.

As soon as they were nicely on the road, Sarah turned the rear view mirror straight up so that Chuck couldn't see it. "Eyes front, soldier," she whispered in his ear. Actually, she didn't need to whisper. The rain beating on the car made it hard to hear anything anyway. "Trust me on this. You don't want to see what's going on back there."

Sarah wasn't spying on them, not really. But she was a spy, right? It's what she did. Besides she was sort of Ellie's mentor tonight, right? It was probably best to stay a little in tune with what was happening. Devon was clearly going to play. The back seat of that dark car would probably be the best spot for him to choose to turn into Darrin, especially with the rain making it even darker and impossible to hear anything. Sure enough, through the shadows, she could see Ellie… actually it was now Elise nod, reach up her dress, and slowly slide her panties down her legs.

Naturally Sarah was fully aware that Chuck knew something was up the instant they got back from the store. He wasn't stupid. He clearly noticed the way she was barely dressed, had never before seen his sister dressed like that. Not that he cared all that much. Ellie was an adult, more than an adult, a responsible doctor. She could conduct herself in any way she chose. He didn't want her poking around in his sex life either. He honestly loved Devon, trusted him as much as he trusted anybody in his life. He had zero question but that Devon would willingly throw himself in front of a bus to protect her. So as long as she was safe, little brother had no complaints. "What are they doing?" he whispered back. "Um, no details are required." Just because he wasn't concerned didn't mean he was eager to hear the gory details.

Sarah took a quick glance. Chuck had asked, right? It was pretty dark but she could see the hand that was clearly snaked up Elise's leg and into her dress. Sarah was forced to grin as she flashed back to the many times she had looked into that back seat with Carina. She wasn't lying to Ellie about that one bit. "Just some necking," she whispered with a soft giggle. "It looks pretty intense, maybe about to round third base."

Sarah really wasn't trying to lie to Chuck. It was an honest mistake. And indeed, their tongues were dancing pretty intensely. Both of Darrin's hands were firmly around the back of Elise's head keeping her face pressed to his. So that meant that the hand… well that was interesting. One thing was for sure, he was getting into the role, had given his toy her first task to perform. He must have believed her when she promised to keep Chuck distracted… or he no longer cared. Sarah decided that this was probably a good time to give them some privacy. The rain had started to let up just a little, so she moved down to start kissing his neck.

"Sarah," Chuck whispered. "What are you doing? Do you want me to wreck the car?"

"It's training," Sarah whispered in faux seriousness between wet kisses as she took her hand and ran it up Chuck's thigh, rubbing the outside of his slacks. "Don't worry about those two. We could set our heads on fire and they wouldn't notice." That certainly wasn't a lie. Sarah took a quick glance into the back. Elise was actually reminding her more and more of Carina all the time. Thankfully the dress was mostly still on. Maybe it was time to keep her end of this deal. So she turned her attention back to Chuck. "A good agent can keep their mind on the task at hand even when they're being distracted." The grin she was flashing at him was pure evil.

Sarah reached for his zipper. As soon as he realized what she was doing, Chuck reached down and firmly grabbed her hand. "Not here," he whispered frantically.

"Both hands on the wheel, Agent Bartowski," Sarah whispered playfully. "Training is nothing to take for granted. That is an order."

Chuck knew that tone. She was mostly teasing… but not totally. Not obeying her 'order' would have consequences, ones he didn't want to discover the specifics of in this car with Ellie and Devon. Thankfully it was far too dark to actually see anything in detail. And in this driving thunderstorm, both hands on the wheel were probably a good thing anyway. So he gave in.

As soon as he had complied she tugged on the zipper and deftly pulled it open. "It's time for your first distraction test," Sarah said. "This test is a little something that I learned from watching Carina. Too bad for you that we're not in a Chevrolet.

"Then you would definitely wreck the car."

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