Well its been a while since I posted anything on this Story, I did try and get it finished for last Friday, but it wasn't to be. I would like to thank again the two people who reviewed the last Chapter.

I cant be bothered with a disclaimer, because really I just don't care!


Gunter Residence

Chuck & Sarah's Room

Chuck and Sarah were both getting ready for the day, they had showered together and were now brushing their teeth tandem style. Both taking surreptitious glances towards each other, the smile on both of their faces told each other what they were doing. Chuck had his iPhone on the docking system playing music when 'Fun's' we are young came on. Chuck started humming along to the music and his smile started to grow.

He was brought out of his thoughts. "What are you thinking about Chuck." Sarah asked as she lent against the door frame between the bathroom and bedroom, just wrapped in a towel.

"This song…" With his smile directed at her.

"What about this song." She asked with a confused frown on her face.

He held a finger up. "One second let me restart the song." As he brushed past her he kissed the side of her head and went over to his phone. "Just listen to the lyrics." He said with his brightest smile, the patented Sarah crusher, the one that made her want to do anything for him.

Sarah began listening to the lyrics intently, she was starting to get the smile on her face the one she had when Chuck did something romantic for her, but this was more than a thank you for looking after him last night this was more a thank you and we will become stronger and beat all the problems that they still had to deal with…as Chuck and Sarah…as a family…'her family'.


Gunter Residence

Kitchen

When General Diane Beckman was on a mission everyone around her knew about it. She had been and changed into an official uniform and was now waiting for Chuck and Sarah to return after getting ready for the day. She paced even paced steps across the kitchen and back again the click of her heels reverberating on the hardwood floor. This was a Carmichael Industries operation…but she wanted in. She wanted to be involved, as the person they were going up against was once someone she called a friend, but after the betrayal…of Diane Beckman and Delphinus, this had now become personal.

The Gunter's and Bartowski's had been dealt another rotten hand. It was now time to assist their family in getting out of the industry that had taken so much away from them. Even though she was hoping that the offer she made would be turned down by the people she had offered it to, she knew that until this was resolved she had to fight and stand side by side with the people she had become closest to.

Just as she was about to undertake another lap of the kitchen, she had noticed her still subordinate Colonel John Casey NSA, standing in the archway between living room and the kitchen.

"We have to stop this Colonel, we need to get th…all of us out of this life." She said only barely above a whisper but loud enough for him to hear.

Casey as usual just grunted his acceptance.

"John…these are good people. Chuck, Sarah, Ellie." She turned to look directly at him. "I made a promise to Delphinus once and I betrayed it by putting the kill order out on Chuck." Her face visually softened from her usual scowl. "I have to make this right…I cannot retire until this is done and the final pieces are set so that the Bartowski's and Woodcomb's can live a life without the interruptions of the spy life. I will not allow my mentor to think badly of me…I cannot allow anything to happen to them. They deserve the life that they have always wanted, the one we nearly screwed up so badly."

Casey again just nodded and grunted in acceptance.

"Oh…and Casey…if you want to retire also from active duty but stay with the NSA I can put in good words around the DNI to get you noticed and perhaps moved into my position as Director of the NSA if you want it. So please take along hard think about what you want to do when this is over."

"Yes General." Was the only reply that came from Casey. They both turned around when they heard the click of heels, with Chuck and Sarah walking down the stairs hand in hand.

Sarah noticed first out of them that the General was now back, this was no longer Diane. "General are you leaving us."

The General turned and looked directly at Chuck and Sarah. It reminded her so much of how she and Roan were when they had first got together. "Yes Sarah, I will be leaving later today. It seems as though my department cannot follow simple rules without me being there to hold their hands. But I would like to have a little chat with the Agents you have detained. Would you mind." Knowing the answer would be.

Before either Chuck or Sarah could reply, Sarah's iPhone chirped into life. Looking down at the caller ID she held it up to Chuck and placed a finger to her lips for all of them to keep quiet. "Yes Big Mike, what can I do for you."

"Mrs Bartowski, we have a representative from Subway here in the store, she is requesting a meeting with the Contracts Manager."

"Big Mike…can you take her name and number, put it on my desk and I will contact her next week with an appointment time."

"Mrs. Bartowski, she seems quite insistent on speaking with you as soon as possible."

Sarah rolled her eyes at those that were standing around her. "Okay put her on the phone."

The new voice greeted Sarah across the phone in a polite and friendly manner. "Good Morning Mrs. Bartowski, my name is Rita Arnold, I'm calling about opening a Subway franchise within your store." As she was speaking, Big Mike was called away from the office saying something about Lester trying to take unofficial Girls Gone Wild videos in the store. Once Big Mike was out of earshot the voice changed into a cold steely Agent voice. "Now then Miss Walker…I know you're holding two of my Agents…and I want them back."

Chuck instantly noticed the rapid change in Sarah's demeanour, gone was the loving wife that he had been sharing a laugh and joke, now that had been replaced by Agent Sarah Walker, former CIA Enforcer. "Agent Arnold, I have been expecting your call, it seems as though you have something of a vendetta against my family."

As soon as Sarah had mentioned Agent Arnold, this piqued everyone's attention around her. Especially the General.

"Oh…come now Sarah, I have no vendetta against you or 'you're' family, my vendetta is against the Bartowski's and the Gunter's." Agent Arnold was cut off by Sarah.

"What you don't realise." Sarah spat out her name with vitriol that caused Chuck to know that something that had been said had just angered Sarah so much. "Agent Arnold…I don't know who you are and frankly I really don't care…but you seem to have not read your recent mission updates. The Gunter's and Bartowski's 'are' my family…so you're vendetta against them has become a vendetta against me as well."

Sarah knew with the change of voice and attitude on the other end of the phone Big Mike or someone had entered the office again. "So Mrs Bartowski, I will wait for your call, I will leave my card with Mr. Tucker here so that we can arrange the meeting."

Through gritted teeth "I look forward to it Agent Arnold." Sarah replied.

With that Big Mike came back onto the phone. "Mrs Bartowski, I will place Miss Arnold's card on your desk."

"Thanks Big Mike…is there anything else I should know about going on at the Buy More." She knew there was so much more going on, especially with Jeff and Lester leading the merry bunch of misfits that they now called staff.

"No Mrs Bartowski…the only thing would be good to know when you and Morgan would be back."

"I will speak to Morgan and get him back as soon as possible and I will be back early Monday morning, it seems that some of the meetings that were arranged do not need my presence. If that's all Big Mike, I will let you get back to running the store." With that Sarah pressed the end button on her phone and slammed it down on the table in front of her.

Everyone around Sarah knew this wasn't the time to laugh and joke with her, when she looked up from the table she looked directly at Casey and the General, the look in her eyes and the tone in her voice made Chuck very nervous. This was darker and more serious than he had seen her, even after the Helicopter incident with Zarnow. "Agent Arnold, just made her biggest mistake, she decided to threaten 'my' family…she wants to make this personal…well she may just find that the Enforcer comes out to play just one more time for this special occasion."

The General looked at Casey with sadness in her eyes, she had read all of Sarah's previous mission reports before Burbank and before the Intersect. None of them made for pleasant reading, the pictures that were in those files were beyond gruesome. Most of them had to be redacted, as the methods Sarah had used would probably freak anyone out, hell some of the pictures contravened most regulations on torture, to tell the truth, even General Diane Beckman was scared of Langston Graham's Enforcer, this was not going to end well for anyone.

With that Sarah turned on her heels and made her way out of the front door. Chuck was just about to go after her, when he felt a huge hand on his shoulder. "Leave her process this Chuck…it will be better for all of us."

"I'm sorry Casey…I can't just leave her to deal with this by herself." Chuck's obvious worry and concern were on display to all around him.

Casey started to let go of his shoulder…with a warning tone in his voice. "Chuck…just let her process it, don't try and go all lady feelings on her, let her come to you."

Chuck just nodded to Casey, knowing what he had said. It would definitely, bode well for all of them if he let Sarah deal with this in her own way. Even if her own way was to shut everyone out, she would know he was there for her and she didn't have to do it alone.

"Chuck…" The General called out before he left the house, he turned to look at her. "I would like to have a chat with our two detainees downstairs."

Chuck just waved it off, "Sure, do what you need to do. Casey will you show the General to our visitors."

This just got a grunted acceptance reply from the Colonel.

With that Chuck opened the front door grabbing the blanket from the table, he looked out to see his wife sat on the Swing bench which seemed to be her favourite place to think here. He went and sat down next to her not uttering a sound, he knew she would come to him, how long it would take that was the one thing he didn't know, but he would wait for her to make the first move.

It had only been a minute of sitting there in silence when Sarah turned towards Chuck and lowered her head to rest in his lap. He pulled the blanket over her legs and up to her waist to keep her warm. She sought out his hand quickly interlinking the fingers together, whilst still in complete silence.


Gunter Residence

Orion's Facility Holding Area

The look on her face, Casey could tell she was about to chew someone out, he was just thankful it wasn't him.

"So Colonel, who shall we see first…which one do you think will give up the information the quickest." She asked with a satanic smile starting to cross her lips.

Casey just led her to the first holding cell. "This one…he was the one that gave up the name of Agent Arnold to Carina."

"Good…bring him to the Interrogation room Colonel."

Casey just grunted his acceptance of his orders. He pitied this moron, if he didn't give up anymore information with regards to Decker or Arnold. General Diane Beckman was in the worst mood he had seen in years. Casey opened the door of the holding cell. "Come with me." Was the only command to come from Casey.

The Agent, looked up to see the stone face of Casey and knew something was coming. "Colonel Casey…I…have t…told you everything I know."

The stutter in the Agents voice, Casey knew they were getting close to cracking this one. It should only take a few minutes of Beckman style interrogation and he will crack like an egg. Casey grabbed his arm and led him directly to the interrogation room. Opening the door Casey shoved him roughly inside the room and sat him down facing away from the door, handcuffing him to the chair he was sat on. Casey then stood back to open the door.

In clicked the heels of his superior officer, without even looking at the Agent, she demanded "Name…Serial Number and Agency Affiliation."

The Agent just stared straight ahead not giving any eye contact with the short woman in front of him. Beckman waited for his reply, when it didn't come. She turned with such force it snapped the Agent into looking direct into the fiery eyes that were currently burning holes through his chest. "I…asked you….Name…Serial Number and Agency Affiliation, now I am demanding this information. If you do not provide a Brigadier General of the NSA with this information, I will have no option to sentence you for treason against the United States of America."

The anger and the burning hatred in this tiny woman's eyes, he knew he would have to give up the information sooner or later, but for now, later would suit him quite nicely.

"Okay Agent…you don't want to talk to me…maybe you would want to talk to Langston Graham's Enforcer." She smiled, even though the Enforcer had been off the grid for the past five years, all the rookies that came through the Farm, were told the of some of the downright cruelty that she had inflicted on the traitorous agents that had gone against the agency.

Still the Agent was silent. He knew the longer he held out the better it was for him, if Colonel Decker or Arnold found out that he sang like a canary, he would receive a bullet between the eyes before he could even explain. Hell he was even thinking the rest of his life in a supermax prison for treason wouldn't be so much of a hardship for what those to sadistic characters would have in store for him.

Beckman was now getting rather frustrated by the lack of cooperation from the Agent. She turned towards Casey and nodded her head. Without a word Casey opened the door and left, she turned back around to the Agent who was now smirking, he knew he was getting to her.

The next thing the Agent knew was his face rapidly turning in the opposite direction of the fist that struck him, instantly noticing the copper taste in his mouth, he licked around his mouth looking for where the blood was coming from.

Leaning down into his personal space Beckman growled at him. "I will give you one more opportunity to tell me your name and why you are after Chuck and Sarah Bartowski."

The Agent looked back up at her trying to meet her steely gaze, he looked back down at the floor and spat the blood that was still coming from the inside of his mouth onto the floor right next to her feet. Once he checked there wasn't anymore he looked up again, adding bass and venom to his voice he spat out. "Go to hell."

That was the final straw that broke the Camel's back General Diane Beckman launched a series of rapid punches to the face of the agent, she was so consumed with anger that she hadn't even noticed Casey had returned to the interrogation room, she continually landed punch after punch on the target. The force and viciousness would have even pleased Mike Tyson. She was broken out of her violent act by Casey putting a hand on her shoulder.

"General…." Casey had never seen Beckman physically assault anyone. He never knew the tiny woman in front of him had that sort of ability, the respect he had for her had just grown ten fold, for the beating she had just dished out.

Beckman knew she had to cool down, so went and stood in the corner of the room. She never usually had the feeling of losing control, but she knew she just did. Gesturing to Casey to take over the questioning, Casey made his way to be in front of the detainee.

Casey in own inimitable style sat down right in front of the Agent. "Well moron…seems like you have succeeded in making probably your biggest enemy in the government, if you want to ever see the outside world again it might be a good idea to help us with out inquiries." Casey let out a breath stretched out his arms and began cracking his knuckles. "You see…the General and I are only the tip of the iceberg…the nice ones on this operation, you see I have Agent Frost outside waiting for her turn at you, then if you are nice enough to her we may even let you have a chat with the Enforcer…and put it this way…she is not in a good mood at the moment." Casey smiled at him with a sadistic grin. "So how about it…do you want to tell the General what she needs to know."

The Agent was still trying to clear the fog from the rapid punches that he had received from the General, despite the size of her and her age. His head felt like he had just gone twelve rounds with Tyson and a further three rounds with Chuck Liddell. He could feel his right eye was already swelling over, he was going to have a black eye for several weeks. He had cuts to his eyelid, mouth, lip Beckman had really done a number on him, but he heeded the warning from Casey. "M…my…name is." The swelling to his lip was making it hard for him to speak. "Kris Ferdac, we were tasked with apprehending and to deliver them to Colonel Decker and Agent Arnold, that's all I know."

Casey slammed his closed fist down on the table. "Which part of the CIA do you work for."

Ferdac looked up towards Casey from his seating position. "I work for the CIA." He let out a breath, hoping this would earn him some respite. He knew what the General had just done to him would be child's play if the Casey started with the beatings.

"What department Moron." 'Stupid CIA idiot' Casey thought.

Ferdac was visually starting to loose his composure, he didn't know how far he could push the Colonel before his patience snapped. "The CIA, I'm just a field operative who was given the mission of collecting, two rogue CIA spies." He finally let a bit more of his plan slip…Knowing he had slipped he looked back at the table, suddenly finding something a lot more interesting to look at.

The General looked at Casey as he returned the look as well. "So the CIA still class the Bartowski's as rogue." The General asked out loud in a rhetorical manner. She nodded to Casey, giving the authorisation to complete the next action.

Casey moved from his seat in front of the detainee, to behind him to make it look as thought he was leaving without the hint of distraction or remorse swung violently with a punch to the side of the head, knocking the Agent and chair clear across the room with them both landing on their sides. Casey hadn't meant to hit him as hard as he did, the Agent was out cold, he looked round at the General for further instructions.

"Take him back to the holding cell Casey, we'll see what the other one knows."

As per usual Colonel John Casey followed the orders from Beckman, without question only a grunted acceptance of his task.


Gunter Residence

Front Porch

Sarah shifted uneasily around on the swing making it rock back and fore, until she was looking up towards Chuck. "Hey Honey." Chuck said in a soft calming voice whilst running his fingers through her blonde locks. "You okay."

Sarah just nodded. She didn't know what to say to Chuck for her sudden change in mood from this morning, so she just laid there silently looking at him. Wondering 'I still can't believe, I can't talk to him about these things.' She was about to speak, when.

"Sarah…I know there are things in your life, before me, that trouble you…so take your time and when your ready, I know you will come and talk to me. So for now lets just enjoy some 'us' time…okay."

She knew it…he always did, in one sentence he had calmed her fears, he knew her too well. Her lovable nerdy husband knew what she needed to hear. "I don't think I've said this to you this morning." Was all she said her eyes brightly sparkling in the early morning sun. "I love you Chuck."

The smile that he had plastered over his face made her giggle like a little school girl.

"Well that's always nice to hear." He said in a jokey tone "I love you to Mrs Bartowski." He pulled their entwined hands up so he could kiss her hand. As he didn't want to jostle her whilst she looked somewhat at ease with her head in his lap.


Gunter Residence

Orion's Facility Holding Area

Casey had returned to the interrogation room with the other detained Agent, Casey had made sure to go past the clear door with Ferdac to show what had happened to him to try and intimidate the other detainee. 'I hope this other CIA moron doesn't decide to play the silent card. Bartowski is going to go all lady feelings on us when he sees the first guy.' Casey just dropped the lifeless carcass to the floor of the holding cell, he knew he would certainly feel the bruises and cuts that were now turning a nice shade of purple. Casey stepped from the cell, closing and locking the door behind him with the biometric scanner.

Taking his usual strides towards the next cell, Casey looked through the door before the other Agent was away from the door. "Come on Moron, General Beckman wants a little chat." He said with a little chuckle. He placed a hand on the shorter Agents shoulder and pushed him in the direction of the interrogation room.


Gunter Residence

Mary's Room

Mary was sat on her bed with a laptop on her lap. She typed rapidly across the keyboard, bringing up a terminal window and entering further commands. Waiting for the ping to say she had connected with the video feed, she leaned over and took a sip of her coffee, making sure that she didn't spill any on the laptop. Looking around the room she sighed again, she missed Stephen. All his little video feeds that were embedded in the command protocols of the facility, just enforced her pangs of regret of not being able to stop his murder or their children getting into this line of work. They had tried so hard to keep them away from it.

She was pulled from her thoughts when the beep from the computer alerted her to the connection.

"Hello Mary." The voice of the older lady came from the tinny speakers of the laptop. "How is everything in Salisbury."

Mary looked at the screen and smiled. "Not good…it seems as though Rita is still holding her vendetta." She said with a sad tone. "Diane and the kids are trying to sort through these things and get some information on why she is doing this, we know she is located somewhere in Los Angeles as she was at Chuck and Sarah's Buy More earlier."

"How are the kids holding up…" The older lady asked with genuine concern.

"Ellie has just found out she has lots of new toys to play with, so you know she over the moon with that. Devon just seems to be taking it in his stride." Mary genuinely smiled for the first time in a while. "Then there is Clara, my little bundle of joy, she calms all of us down, she definitely has the Bartowski genes, already wise beyond her years. Let's just hope this life stops at Chuck and Ellie's generation and goes no further."

"Mary…we all tried to keep them out of this, we will get this finished and then it will be done, Chuck and Ellie can do what they please, they now have the resources, equipment and support from each other and their respective partners to make everything work. So how is Chuck enjoying married life." The twinkle in the old lady's eyes was infectious.

Seeing the twinkle in the person's eyes in front of her, Mary couldn't help but smile. "Well you know Chuck when he does something, he goes all in." Mary's smile faded a little, but was still there. "I watch them sometimes…its like Stephen and I all over again, the way they hold their own private conversation with just looks…the way they hold hands. It just seems that they are living the same nightmare as us, not knowing when the next knockdown will come."

"Come now Mary…both Sarah and Chuck have very good heads on their shoulders. They both can be stubborn as mules sometimes, but they get there…eventually…with the right sort of prodding."

Both Mary and the person on the other end of the screen looked towards the voice in the background of the conversation. Mary couldn't hear the full extent what was said.

The old lady shouted back to the person off screen. "Shut up you cantankerous old fool, can't you see I'm busy." She let out a loud laugh at his reply.

"How's he doing." Mary asked shyly like she was twelve all over again.

"He's fine, but he's telling me to wind it up as the line isn't as secure down here." She said with a sad smile. "Keep me updated with progress on the Rita situation, we are also trying to get things sorted for the kids our end, be safe." And then the feed was cut.

Mary sighed out loud. Got up from her bed to put away the laptop in the safe in her room.


Gunter Residence

Orion's Facility Holding Area

Casey opened the interrogation room door to find General Beckman sitting at the table. Beckman motioned to the Agent to sit in front of her. Once the agent was sat, Casey bound the shackles to the chair he was sitting in.

"Name…Serial Number and Agency Affiliation." Beckman barked at the agent.

The agent knew the name General Beckman, he had gotten to know a few NSA Analyst in Washington that had worked for her. She was a hard ass…by the book, no nonsense type of leader. He would have been proud to serve under her, now though, he was sat shackled to the chair in front of her. He had seen what had happened to his partner as Casey had dragged him past the holding cell. Assuming that Casey had inflicted the damage.

Casey grunted at the Agent "If you don't want to end up looking like your friend I just dropped off, you might want to answer the General."

Again Beckman barked at him. "Name…Serial Number and Agency Affiliation."

The agent thought through Casey's word. "Joshua Schwantz...12954769. Central Intelligence Agency."

"Good…you heeded the Colonel's warning." Beckman said dismissively. "What was your mission."

Schwantz was thinking ahead…trying to manipulate his way out of taking any of the blame for the failed attempt to take the Bartowski's. "A simple extraction of rogue agents." He replied tersely.

"Who authorised this mission." Beckman scowled at the agent.

"Colonel Clyde Decker." The agent knew this was then end of the line for his career, Decker would make sure of that, he knew if he could get the General onside he might be able to save himself and maybe negotiate a transfer to the NSA as an analyst. "Agent Ferdac was the AIC on the extraction." He offered without prompting, giving himself a mental pat on the back.

Casey just grunted in the background. He knew the agent had just thrown his own partner under the bus to save his skin. He was just thankful he had Walker and Bartowski as partners, hell even the bearded gnome was a better partner than this moron.

"Well 'Mister'." The General emphasised the Mister. "Schwantz, it seems as though Agent Decker has given somewhat uninformed intelligence. You see, the two…so called rogue agents, are not actually rogue and have protection orders in place, these orders are courtesy of the President himself." Beckman smiled inwardly to herself, she knew the next blow would open the flood gates. "So by you trying to extract these…'so called' rogue agents you have committed treason against the United States of America. What do you say to that." She said with a self satisfied smile.

Agent Schwantz looked as though his whole world had just caved in around him. Decker had told him that the agents were former CIA and that the department he was heading was the clean up crew for missions and agents that had gone rogue or had compromised national security and were needed to disappear, leaving no trace that anything had ever happened. Now though, with the Director of the NSA and her Chief assassin, were extremely pissed in front of him. "Uuuuh….General, I…I…I didn't know…I was just task by Colonel Decker, this was my first mission for the Fornax Group."

"Firstly Mister Schwantz, it seems you didn't do your homework on your department head. He is not actually Colonel Decker that was his father, Colonel Roderick Decker." She chuckled to herself. 'Seems being an ass runs in his family.' "Clyde Decker is just a jumped up paper pusher for the CIA, with delusions of grandeur."

Schwantz just kept looking at the floor hoping one of the Graboids from tremors would come and swallow him up. He knew now that this was his last mission for the CIA, the last time he would probably be a free citizen of the United States of America. Again he would be a number…but this time in an orange jumpsuit or least he was hoping for the orange jumpsuit. He didn't want to end up like his old partner Hunter Perry, MIA…presumed dead.

The General knew she was getting everything that they knew about Decker from Schwantz and Ferdac, but it wasn't in her nature to do a half hearted job. "So Mr Schwantz, can you tell me the time and location you were supposed to 'deliver' the Bartowski's to Decker." She asked in her usual efficient manner. This interrogation was going a lot easier than the last she thought.

"I've told you all I know General…I was supposed to call Col…Agent Decker and tell them we had them in custody." He sighed out loud, he knew that he was probably going to get the same fate as Ferdac, he was just about to brace for it.

"Okay Mister Schwantz, that will be enough for today…although, don't get to comfortable as we will be leaving for Langley in a few hours." She looked at Casey, who was returning a questioning gaze. "Colonel, please show Mister Schwantz back to his room…Oh and Casey, I would like a word in here when you have finished."

Casey just nodded in compliance "Yes ma'am." With that he shoved the detainee out of the door.


Gunter Residence

Front Porch

Chuck and Sarah were still sat in silence on the front porch quietly enjoying each others company, they knew they didn't have to say anything as they were just content to sit there and do nothing.

"You know we are going to have to arrange the aircraft for the flight tomorrow for Casey and Carina." Sarah said looking up at Chuck. "Carina doesn't have flying experience…so we will have to look at getting a second pilot in to assist Casey…or."

"Or…" Chuck just looked at Sarah, knowing where she was going with this.

"Or…we could go as well." She looked up hopefully, knowing that she had the plane and had only Captained one flight from Burbank to Salisbury, she knew if she put on her puppy dog face, Chuck wouldn't be able to say no.

"You just want to make sure Casey doesn't scratch the plane…don't you…" He said teasingly, thinking back to all the times he tried to borrow the original Porsche, the Lotus and now the new Porsche.

"Mhmm." She nodded coyly.

Chuck always loved her when she nodded and bit her lip shyly, it always reminded him of that morning in the Orange Orange, when he asked her out on their second first date. He smiled, thinking back to that morning, she was always so cute when she did that.

"Ok…" Chuck said leaving it hanging out there.

"There's a but coming as well isn't there." She said eyeing him suspiciously. "You just want to join the Mile High club…don't you." She said with a knowing smile.

It was Chuck's turn to blush and nod. To try and hide his embarrassment he used the tried and tested method for lightening the situation, the patented Bartowski eyebrow dance.

By this time Sarah had sat up and was just about to make her way back into the house. "Chuck…you're the greatest. She said leaning in and giving him a passionate kiss. "That, just a taster for tomorrow." She said with an evil glint in her eye and trying her version of the Sarah Bartowski eye brow dance. "I'd better go make some calls to get the plane ready and file the flight plans."

Sarah was about to leave Chuck on the swing when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his lap. Chuck kissed her deeply making sure that the kiss was all about her. "That's just a taster for later." He finally managed to rasp out, his smile radiating his feelings towards her.


Gunter Residence

Orion's Facility Holding Area

Casey had made his way back to the interrogation room for the third time. Beckman was sat in the seat facing the doorway. "Have a seat John."

Casey knew something was coming, he just didn't know what…Yet. "General." He asked inquisitively.

"Casey…you need to get Chuck and Sarah to agree for me to take custody of these two former Agents." She didn't know if they would object, but it would be good to have ally to turn to, to give them an outsiders opinion.

"Yes Ma'am." Was Casey's only grunted reply.

"Casey, I only want you and Mary with me when we depart for the airport. Is that understood."

Again Casey just followed military protocol when addressing the senior officer. "Yes Ma'am."

"Good…You're dismissed."

With that Casey stood up and made his way to the door allowing the General to exit first. To make there way back up to the others in the house.


Gunter Residence

Kitchen

Chuck and Sarah were just coming through the front door as the General and Casey were coming back up from the holding area.

"So…" Sarah asked the General and Casey with an expectant look.

"Lets get everyone together, I don't want to have to explain this more than once." The General said, her tone was getting back to where they were all more familiar with from the past four and a half years.

Chuck gathered everyone so the General could speak to the whole team. Everyone apart from Devon and Ellie were there.

"Chuck…" The General questioned. "Where are the Doctors Woodcomb."

"They thought this was government business, so they weren't needed." Chuck answered.

She looked at Chuck with the frown that he had grown accustomed to throughout the first year of his time as the Intersect. "I asked for your team Chuck…are they not a part of your team." She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll go and grab them then." Chuck knew better than to argue.

A couple of minutes later and the full team were sat around the table. The General explained all the intelligence that they had gathered from the two detainees, answering any of the questions the team had. Once they had all gotten the information they required they were all about to adjourn the meeting, when Beckman spoke up.

"Chuck, Sarah…I know the agents are your prisoners…but I would like to take them back to Langley to be processed." She waited for the reply, whilst looking directly at the seated couple.

Chuck looked at Sarah, she was the lead on this sort of situation, she would be the one to decide what they would do. "General…that's fine. When I have my meeting with." The look in Sarah's eyes and tone of her voice was anything but pleasant. "Agent Arnold I can refer her back to you." She said with no emotion what so ever.

Diane gave her first genuine smile of the day to the people around the table. "Could I ask one more favour from you." She asked pointedly.

"Sure General what is it." Chuck replied.

"Could I be so bold to ask for a ride with the prisoners to the airport as soon as possible."

Chuck looked at the General like she had just grown a second head. "Sure…I will come with you." He said happily.

For the first time he had ever seen it looked as though General Diane Beckman looked as though she was just about to kick a puppy. "I'm sorry Chuck…I would prefer if Casey and Mary were the ones to accompany me."

"Oh…oh…ok." Chuck said trying to hide his disappointment.

The General had everything packed up in her travel suitcase, which Casey went to collect from the room she was sharing with Carina. "Don't worry Chuck we will get to the bottom of this…like we always do."

Chuck gave her a tight lipped smile. "Thank you General."

Whilst Casey had gone to get the bags for the General, Sarah and Carina had gone to bring up the two detainees. When the former Agents appeared with bags over their heads Chuck couldn't help but wonder what punishments these two agents for going to suffer. The General made her way around the family members, thanking them for the hospitality, even after their rocky start.


Salisbury Ocean City Airport

The single silver Lincoln Navigator pulled up alongside, the two private jets on the Airport Apron. Casey got out and opened the door for the General to exit the vehicle. Mary had gotten out of the passenger side and pulled out former agent Schwantz, whilst Casey pulled out Ferdac and removed the hoods from both of the captives.

Stood side by side in front of the General they didn't move. The pilot's were completing their take off checks so that they were ready to take off. As soon as she was onboard. Casey was about to usher the detainees onboard.

"Casey…wait one moment please, would you wait by the car." She said politely. "Mary…thank you for trusting me, after everything we been through over the years, I would like to apologise, I know I haven't always looked out for your family…but I am now." She leaned in an gave Mary a hug, which to say was unusual for Diane. She spun round quicker than anyone had seen her move in a while, with the gun pointed straight at Schwantz she fired off a round hitting him dead centre between the eyes and continuing the motion she put two bullets in the head of Ferdac both former agents collapsed the floor with crimson pools forming around their heads.

Diane turned to see both Mary and Casey in shocked disbelief. "Casey…the clean up crew will be here in five. Can you stay until then."

As usual the career military man followed the order from his superior officer, with the usual acceptance of "Yes Ma'am."

With that the General made her way to the plane. With a short wave to Mary and Casey, she was inside the aircraft. The doors were closed and the plane started to power away from the apron.

Mary and Casey watched the General's plane take off, a few moments later the clean up crew arrived and took over the site allowing them to leave.


Well that was Chapter 12 - What do you think...is it worth carrying on? or not?

Thanks for taking the time to read.