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Laura's Revenge

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Laura was still at the party, working the room when she noticed that Chuck and Casey were missing from their station.

"It's about freaking time," she whispered to herself under her breath. After all, with the hundreds of fingerprints that she had accumulated on her ass tonight, six sets of them must surely belong to Elders.

Laura was barely listening to the conversation that she was currently having. She was too busy trying to plan her exit strategy. She couldn't just walk out. That would be far too conspicuous. Wherever she walked that night, at least twenty eyes followed her. Fortunately, the two men that made up her current suitors really weren't that interested in anything that she had to say anyway. They were far to busy trying to one up the other to impress her. The shy smile that she had permanently affixed to her face was plenty. The occasional nod only added to the allusion that she was remotely interested. And since the hand that had started at the middle of her back had gradually drifted south, Laura could tell who they thought the victor was going to be anyway. So whoever belonged to that hand, she thought she remembered that his name was Paul, was going to be her ticket out of there.

As soon as the other man admitted defeat and drifted away Laura moved closer to Paul. "I thought that he would never leave," she whispered seductively into his ear. "Would you like to get some air?"

Talk about a rhetorical question. Laura made sure that it was obvious to everyone that she was leaving with him… and of course he didn't mind at all when she looped her arm through his as they stepped towards the exit together. "So, Paul," she said softly as soon as they were outside. "How long have you been stationed in Vegas?"

"About two years," replied Paul. "It's really a nice city."

"I'm sure it is," Laura said with a smile. "Just like this party was nice. But I'm actually getting kind of tired being here. How about we do something? I'd invite you to my room but I have a roommate and she can get sort of cranky. Maybe you can take me home and tomorrow maybe show me around a little?"

"I'd love that," Paul said with a grin. "Except I have a roommate too."

Laura could tell by the way that he said roommate that he actually meant girlfriend. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

"How about I get a room?" Paul said. "I have a friend who works at the MGM."

"I'll tell you what," Laura said as she put her arms around his neck. "You go get us a room. Leave me a note at the front desk. And I'll swing by and pick up something to wear that I'm sure you'll like. I'll meet you there in an hour."

"I'll order some champagne," Paul said with a smile as he kissed Laura goodbye. "I can't believe how lucky I am tonight."

Laura waited with a grin until Paul was out of sight. "Sorry, Paul," she said to the night air. "This is Vegas."

"Your luck can turn in a second."

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Back at the FBI office Beckman couldn't keep the grin from her face as she listened to the smashing success of tonight's mission. Casey was doing most of the talking as he described the list of names they had harvested. But Beckman already knew all of that. The part that grabbed her interest was the details of Sarah's rescue.

"So," Laura interrupted. "Bowles is an Elder. We should have guessed that. Who else would get personal gifts from Alexi Volkoff?"

"Are we completely sure that she bought this?" Beckman asked skeptically. "She knows who Sarah is. She could cause big trouble if she suspects anything. And Alexi Volkoff… Dealing with him would actually be bigger than Fulcrum."

"We're sure ma'am," Casey replied confidently. "She was totally digging on the way Agent Carmichael here was flirting with her. I thought she might hand him her panties right there in the room."

Laura caught Casey's eye. They were both fighting the urge to laugh. "You flirted with her?" she asked. "Right in front of your brand new wife of one day? Chuck, that doesn't seem like you. Why would you do something like that?"

The blush was plain rising up Chuck's neck and into his face at her teasing. "I thought I was safe," he said sadly. "After what happened with you, I thought that she liked girls."

Any hope that Casey and Laura had of keeping a straight face in front of Beckman was now long gone. "You've never heard of a switch hitter?" Laura asked as soon as she could control her laughing.

Sarah turned to Chuck with her eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute," she said. "What did she whisper to you before she left?"

Chuck paused for a long moment. "She told me to leave the Neuorpol home," he finally admitted. "She said that I wouldn't need it… but to bring lots of condoms."

When Sarah glanced over, Casey and Laura were helplessly laughing so hard that they had to lean on each other to keep from falling."

"I'm sorry," Chuck said.

Of course Sarah wasn't mad at Chuck. In fact once she cooled down she would find it cute that he worried about it. But currently she was far too busy glaring at Casey and Laura to respond immediately. They were actually uncontrollably laughing in a mission debriefing. How unprofessional was that? Much, much, much worse, they were laughing at her husband's expense. They should have been treating him as a hero. Not only did his brilliant thinking save lives, including most assuredly all of theirs, he saved the mission. And Beckman was the only one to get that? Really? Instead these two ingrates were standing here openly making fun of him? That was something that simply couldn't go un-avenged.

Fortunately the next voice was Beckman's. "Why on earth would you be sorry?" she asked. "It was brilliant thinking. Sarah was right. Making you an agent was a great idea. At least one of you is willing to do the right thing."

"This is something we can actually use."

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Sarah was torn standing outside the door to Peter West's hotel room. A large part of her wanted to get this over as quickly as possible so she could get back to the hotel where Chuck was waiting for her. But she had to admit she was looking forward to seeing this West prick fall more than a little.

Beckman had decided they couldn't kill him. That was disappointing. A public body could possibly raise some suspicions at exactly the wrong time. And there probably was some information he could give them in questioning if he was properly motivated. Capturing him really wasn't a job for two agents. Either Sarah or Laura could have easily handled this all on her own. The easiest way would be just to tranq him. But Beckman vetoed that idea. She wasn't in a mood to take any chances and didn't want him to have a few seconds time to raise any commotion. She insisted that they use something else.

The only problem was that the more gradual acting drug in the droplets they were using took about fifteen minutes to take effect. So given this man's sexual aggressiveness, that approach undoubtedly meant fucking him at least once. Neither was in any sort of mood to do that, certainly not Sarah. Laura wouldn't have normally minded so much, except she already had big plans for tonight… and they really didn't include fucking Peter West. So after consulting with the expert they decided to have Laura show up first, slip the drug into his champagne, have Sarah show up a few minutes after Laura as he expected, and spend that fifteen minutes continuing their earlier argument from his office. Watching them argue would most undoubtedly entertain Peter West. He would be helpless long before he demanded that they… um, kiss and make up.

It was a good plan. Chuck always came up with the good plans. The problem was that this would be a great opportunity for Sarah to teach her 'friend' a lesson. She deserved some punishment her so overt teasing of Chuck at the debriefing, right? And Sarah knew the perfect way. Take her time and make Laura wonder if she was going to show up while making her fend off Peter West's wandering hands for a while. Childish and not exactly professional perhaps, but Laura would get the message. Casey's punishment would have to wait. So she killed some time by using the mirror hanging at the end of the hallway to make sure that her hair and makeup were perfect for a few minutes. Even though she already knew that they were.

Finally willing the silly smirk of her face, Sarah knocked on the door. When Peter West finally opened it, Sarah had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from laughing at the look of pure hatred that Laura was shooting her. If that was for their cover or she was expressing annoyance for Sarah's tardiness, she couldn't tell. What she could tell was that perhaps she had miscalculated the length of her delay. Laura's dress was draped over the side of the couch she was sitting on. She sat there in only her stockings and bright red thong, looking totally pissed off, making absolutely no attempt to cover herself.

"What is that bitch doing here?" Laura finally asked. The way that the word 'bitch' rolled off her tongue clearly said that she was on to Sarah's plan and she shot her a look of genuine disgust.

Sarah immediate put Chuck's plan into motion. "Peter," she said with a disappointed pout. "I thought it was just going to be us tonight. I've been looking forward to this so much."

"Ladies," West said calmly as he walked to the table and poured Sarah a glass of champagne. "I really think that the two of you need to make up. I think I know the sure fire way." He smiled at her as he handed her the glass. "You can just call me the peacemaker," he said as he raised and then drained his own glass of champagne.

Sarah ignored his disgusting thinly veiled suggestion and looked to where Laura was sitting. The plan called for Laura to start another tirade against her for killing Seth. Of course the plan also called for her to be fully dressed. But hey, shit happens, especially on missions. It wasn't until she looked into Laura's eyes that Sarah immediately knew that she had made a second serious miscalculation tonight.

"Okay," Laura said with a grin as she got up and walked over to where West and Sarah were standing. "I think I see what you really want here." She grabbed West by the hand and led him over to the couch and gently pushed him to sit. "Let me show you my guess."

Sarah could see the pure evil in the grin on Laura's face as she sauntered back over to her. Maybe she could appeal to her friend for mercy. "I really don't want to do this," she said.

No sale.

"No kidding," Laura said as her grin took a decidedly evil turn. "Me either. That's actually part of his turn on, watching us go at it knowing that neither of us wants to, isn't that right, Peter? Would you like me to take charge?"

West's grin was threatening to break his face. "Of course, Laura. You're in charge."

Laura turned back to Sarah. "It looks like your plans for tonight have changed," she said, her double meaning crystal clear. "We both owe Peter a lot. He put a lot on the line for us. Maybe it's time for a new experience or two. Surely you wouldn't deny this amazing man his biggest fantasy would you?" Once she had her arms around Sarah, she whispered so that only Sarah could hear.

"Payback is a bitch."

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"You wanted to talk to me in private, ma'am?" Chuck asked as he sat at the desk in front of his computer where Beckman's image filled the screen.

"Yes, Chuck," Beckman said. "I appreciate your willingness to do this."

Chuck looked around the room anxiously. "I trust that we're both aware that I'm not going to hide anything from Sarah," he said. "She'll ask about every detail."

"I don't want you to hide anything from Sarah," Beckman said. "That's not why I asked to talk to you in private. In fact, I want you to speak to her on my behalf."

Chuck was too stunned to respond.

"Look," Beckman said. "I'm not going to apologize for the things that I said to her the other night. I was angry. But I still believe that she made a mistake. I still believe that you're making a mistake in not supporting her more." But then you couldn't mistake the smile. "My problem is that you're such an amazing team," she said. "Fulcrum might be eliminated as a threat by our victory tonight, but I still don't want to lose that. Even if I can't totally control you, the results speak for themselves."

Chuck was honestly impressed. "Thank you, ma'am," he said. "What is it exactly that you want me to say to Sarah?"

Now Beckman was making no attempt to hide the grin. "That we can work things out," she said. "I'm willing to compromise a little to keep my best team happy."

"Compromise?" Chuck said. "In what way?"

"I'm not sure," Beckman said. "That's something that we're going to have to negotiate. I understand your reluctance to have her perform certain assignments, even if I don't agree. I'm willing to make some concessions in that area. I would hope that you'd be willing make some concessions as well. We'd like you to consider taking a new version of the Intersect."

That was the very last thing that he expected her to say. "What sort of new version?" he asked warily.

"A very exciting one," Beckman said. "Intersect 2.0 will give you more than just information. It will give you physical skills. Chuck, it will make you the most powerful person in the world. Our original plan called for Agent Larkin to upload it. But our testing now says that you're a much better candidate."

"Wow," Chuck whispered. He took a deep breath and faced the camera. "I'll talk to Sarah about it," he said. "But I have to tell you, we want out of the spy life. We want to start a family, a normal family."

"I don't want you to make any decision now," Beckman said. "I understand that this is a lot to hit you with. Your country needs you, Chuck. Just promise me that you'll think about it. Talk to Sarah. I know that after you've honestly discussed it, you'll do the right thing. I think that the two of you, Colonel Casey, and I will need to sit down after you get back and have a frank talk about your new role and our future rules of engagement."

"Back?" Chuck asked. "Where are we going?"

"We need for the intersect to stay off the grid for a couple of weeks while we gather up the Fulcrum leadership," Beckman said. "As long as that's true, we might as well give you an honest honeymoon. Does Hawaii sound reasonable?"

Chuck didn't know what to say. "Yes, ma'am," he was finally able to get out.

"Be at the airport at midnight," she said as she moved to end the call. "We've spared no expense. Consider it a combination wedding present and reward for an amazing job well done."

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Sarah was biting her lip to keep from laughing as Laura reached behind her, grabbed her ass suggestively with both hands, and pulled her even closer. She was also racking her brain trying to figure a way out of this. But short of blowing the assignment, she couldn't think of one. Laura had her trapped. Judging by the glint in her eyes, Laura knew it too.

"Tell me, Sarah," Laura mocked her. "Have you ever been with a woman before?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued. "I have. Just recently. It was… different. I'm sure you'll agree. But then again, the way I heard it, you haven't even been with very many men. Maybe you should loosen up a little. Get some new experiences. It actually might not be so horrible. Maybe you'll even enjoy it a little."

Sarah stood there passively as Laura mocked her. She didn't protest as Laura gently touched their lips together and then ghosted her hand over her left breast. She did tense up a little when she felt Laura reach behind her again and tug at the zipper of her dress.

Once she had it unzipped Laura took a step back and grinned evilly. Sarah urge to laugh was long gone. In fact she was afraid to move, even to breathe. The dress, that didn't hide all that much of her assets when it was fully zipped up, was now hanging loosely off her shoulders, dangerously close to exposing her entire chest. She had hoped that Laura wouldn't go quite this far. She must really be pissed. This will be hard to explain to Chuck. Sarah knew that one gentle tug would have her dress falling to the floor, leaving her in basically the same clothing state as Laura, wearing only the mostly invisible panties she had picked out to remove for Chuck's amusement later tonight and her stockings, which she would probably leave on later. Chuck liked that look on her.

Fortunately, West's head was already starting to droop as the drug clearly took over. "Trust me," Laura finally said with little humor in her voice as she stepped behind Sarah and zipped her dress back up. "If you hadn't just gotten married yesterday, this dress would be lying on that couch next to mine and you'd be currently learning the new skill that the Bowles bitch was so nice to teach me the other night. Do you think that Chuck would mind that? Maybe the story would turn him on." Again without waiting for an answer, she took a step back, looked directly into Sarah's eyes, and continued. "Tell me, Sarah. Do we understand each other?"

Sarah knew that Laura was exaggerating a little. But she was also far too relieved to do anything other than to totally acquiesce. "Yes, ma'am," she quickly said. "We do. It wouldn't turn him on."

"I know," Laura replied knowingly. "It would bother him way too much, horrify him even. Chuck is the only man I know who would be bothered by that story. When push comes to shove, it's the main reason I'm letting you off the hook. I like him. He's genuinely sweet, smart, and funny. I don't get to meet guys like that. He shouldn't have to be punished for your stupidity. Be honest with me, you like the fact that he would be bothered. It's really a big part of why you're so sickeningly head over heels, isn't it?"

Without waiting for an answer, Laura stepped over to a now helpless Peter West who was having trouble holding his head up. "Here's the deal," she said. "I'm afraid that your girl-on-girl fantasy is going to have to wait for a while… like forever."

West opened his mouth to protest, but couldn't get any words out. Sarah's kick into the middle of his chest was mostly symbolic. He was in the very last stage of consciousness and wasn't feeling much. But she needed to vent some frustration and what better way than to kick someone. And if she was going to kick someone, who better than Peter West? "Listen up, pig," she said. "You're a fucking traitor. That means we're enjoying this. You're under arrest. The only way out of this alive is to answer every question that they ask you."

When the soft knock came at the door, Sarah paused for a moment to allow Laura to get her dress back on before she opened it. The two CIA paramedics wheeled in a gurney and quickly strapped in a now completely unconscious West.

Laura turned to Sarah angrily as soon as the room was cleared. "Okay," she said. "Care to tell me why I had to get naked tonight? We had a plan. You were supposed to be here."

"I was pissed at you," Sarah finally admitted with a sigh. "You and Casey were making fun of Chuck in the debriefing. I thought his hands would maybe wander for a minute and you'd be busy pealing them off. I really didn't think he would get you out of your dress so quickly. I'm sorry about that. It was unprofessional."

But far from getting mad, that got Laura laughing. "Oh my God," she was finally able to get out. "Are you really so far gone that nobody can even tease him in your presence?"

"I guess so," Sarah sighed. "I've always been protective of him. Thank you for not taking off my dress and teaching me any new skills. That would have been hard for Chuck to hear about."

"I'm not letting you totally off the hook here," Laura said with a giggle. "I still owe you a suitable punishment." Then she got a lot more serious. "Tell me something," she said. "I mean, we go back a long way. You're my best friend in the world. You trust me again, right?"

"I guess," Sarah said tentatively. Then she realized how that sounded. So she nodded. "I'm sorry that sounded weak. I do."

"So remember who you're talking to. Tell me the honest truth, straight up, no bullshit. This is a whole lot more than just being protective of someone. Are you really this far gone? This happy?"

Sarah really didn't have to answer. The grin that took over her face said it better than any words could. "I really am," she said. "He's almost too good to be true."

Laura wrapped her arms around Sarah again.

"Then I'm happy for you."

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As soon as the call with Chuck ended, Beckman turned to Bryce, who was sitting just out of view of the camera. "Are you sure that it needs to be Bartowski?" she asked wistfully?

"I'm afraid so ma'am," Bryce replied. "I wish that wasn't true just as much as you do… but it is."

"Do you think he'll do it?"

"No, ma'am," Bryce replied. "In fact I'm fairly sure that he won't agree… unless we convince him somehow."

"Can we talk to Agent Walker?" Beckman asked. "She could talk him into it."

"She'll never, ever try and talk him into that," Bryce replied. "She'd be a harder sell than Chuck. She's ridiculously protective of him. No, ma'am, I'm afraid that conversation wouldn't go very well. She isn't above shooting the messenger."

"We need this," Beckman said. "I don't have to remind you of the threats we face. This is a weapon we simply must have. What do you propose?"

"The only way he'll agree to do it is to protect Sarah," Bryce said. "She's his strength, but she's also his fatal weakness."

"We need this to happen," Beckman said sadly. "I have them on their own in Hawaii for you. Colonel Casey will be here with me and out of the picture. But using those particular tactics will be a little distasteful. You have a personal relationship with them. Are you going to be up to this?"

"Yes, ma'am," Bryce replied. "It is what's required."

"I hate doing this," Beckman said as she stood up signifying that the meeting had concluded. "I wish there was another way. Make damn sure that she doesn't suffer any permanent damage. I'm holding you personally accountable."

"Yes, ma'am," Bryce replied as he also stood and headed for the door. "I don't think it will come to that. I know Chuck. He won't be able to take watching her in trouble and be helpless to help her. He'll cave long before we have to do anything that drastic. I also know Sarah. She'll look back on this someday and realize it was the right thing. Besides, you're right."

"We need this."

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