I don't own Chuck

"Your asking a lot of me," Sarah told Chuck, her hands gripping the gun, pointed at him. "I told you who I am."

Chuck reached up slowly, and put his hand on top of hers. There was no force, there was no pressure, his hand was simply lying on top of hers. "No, I'm asking you to listen to yourself."

"You don't know anything about me," Sarah retorted.

"We both know that's not true." She lowered the gun, her hands going to her side. She began to unscrew the silencer, Chuck watching her. "I'm not going to kill you."

"I know," Chuck told her. She looked up at him. "I'm glad." She chuckled. "I'm glad because I think that might have been it for you if you had." She stopped unscrewing and looked at him. "You deserve more."

"No I don't," Sarah said softly. "I don't deserve anything."

"That is not true," Chuck began.

"We do not have time for this discussion," Sarah cut in. "You have to be dead, and that means we have to do something about what's in your head."

"That sounds like you need to separate it from my shoulders," Chuck replied, swallowing.

"No, but you either have to be 'dead' or we have to get it out," Sarah explained. "So, what we need to do is make you look dead to make Langston happy."

"Langston?" Chuck asked. "Who the hell is Langston?"

"Langston Graham, Director of the CIA," Sarah explained, turning to Chuck. "Chuck?" She rushed to him, he looked as though he was having a seizure. "Chuck?"

"Good, God," Chuck muttered, having sank to one knee. He looked up at Sarah. "That's your boss?" His eyes were wide.

"Yes, but what about you," she began.

"Don't worry about me, what about you?" Sarah pulled her chin back. "After all he has done to you, I mean….Sarah….that man is the definition of a sonofabitch…I think…I don't actually know the definition, but-"

"Chuck, what happened?" Sarah asked.

"I saw some of his file, not all, because it's buried, redacted…" he gave her a long look. "He is not a good man."

"Tell me about it," she muttered. "Wait." She began to think. "How much is in there? Enough to get him put in jail?"

"I don't think so," Chuck said, shaking his head. "I mean, I've got some addresses, some places I could go and look for more complete files-"

"Excuse me?" Sarah asked. "Shouldn't the files be in DC?"

"I don't think so, I think these are private files, I think….I think he's dirty," Chuck said softly.

"He's the Director of the CIA, he's had to do some things, Chuck," Sarah began.

"Sarah, I mean, he's a bad guy," Chuck said, staring into her eyes. "He has money, in accounts, he's…." Chuck looked away. "He's not good." He turned red.

"What?" Sarah asked.

"Did he ever….have you…uh…well…ah…"

"I've never had sex with someone because of this job," Sarah told him.

"Was there ever a time that he tried to make you?" Chuck asked.

She looked away, there was. She was told she had a choice, she could become his enforcer, or his fixer. She was thinking about that day when his voice pulled her out of his thoughts.

"I think he has a journal, I think whoever made this Intersect knew a few things, and put that stuff in there to be found," Chuck told her. "I think Langston Graham has blackmailed, influenced, and just been an evil man. I think he's used his power for some very bad things."

"I had a choice to become his right hand, his enforcer, his killer, or…..or I could…" Sarah couldn't finish.

"That's low down, dirty, illegal, and just…ew," Chuck told her, making her grin at the "ew". "I mean…I'm pretty sure that breaks all sorts of federal laws."

She was silent for a moment. "You said you would help me, does that include helping me get this guy?" Chuck sat there. "I'll keep you safe."

"My sister, her boyfriend," Chuck began.

"I have an idea," Sarah told him. "I have an idea, how to keep them safe, and you help me, but it is risky, Chuck."

"Will it get you away from him?" Chuck asked.

"I am quitting tomorrow, regardless of what you decide to do," Sarah told him. "I am done with this life, but if you'll help me I think we can take him down." Chuck sat there a moment, thinking. "Chuck, I promise, I'll keep you safe, please. I know I don't have the right to ask you this, but please, trust me."

"Oh, I do," Chuck said. "I trust you, to keep me safe, but my sister and boyfriend…You and I will be doing whatever, I assume, and won't be close to them."

"You're right, but I know a place that will protect them, here, in California, close to where they are now," Sarah told him.

"Okay," Chuck replied. She shook her head at him. "What?"

"I don't know why you trust me," Sarah replied.

"Well, one, you went against orders and didn't kill me," Chuck began. "Two…you have been kind when you didn't have to."

"I kidnapped you," Sarah told him.

"Sarah, I have seen a little of what you did, and when you have no question what someone deserves…" he shivered. "Sorry, not used to the blood and stuff." She nodded. "But in that moment, a few minutes ago, you had doubts, and the person you told me you were, did not match the person I saw in your eyes."

"Chuck," she began.

"I've got you," he told her.

"Chuck, no," she told him. "You didn't see what you think you saw. You saw someone that had enough of that life."

"That's true." She looked away, feeling shame, and Sarah Walker did not feel shame. He continued. "You may have enough of that life, but you've not had enough, or much of it at all, of this one," Chuck countered. She turned back to him, shock covering her features. "I'm gonna show you this life, and you'll understand what I mean."

"By the time this is over, you'll have enough of me," she began, when her phone rang. "Graham, I gotta take this, be quiet." Chuck nodded as she moved to the other side of the room.

"I don't think I'll ever have enough of you Sarah Walker," Chuck said softly. "Never Enough."