CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #1: Hey it's time for another chapter! So this was a fun chapter to write, I had a lot of fun with this one and I think you'll all really enjoy it. Writing missions is actually kind of difficult for me so this one was very challenging. This chapter follows Chuck once again, the next two chapters will follow Sarah on her journey. After that it's looking like one final confrontation and then an extremely fluffy seventh and final chapter, and when I mean fluff I mean I'm going to do my best David Carner impression lol so look forward to those chapters down the line.

CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #2: As always nevr was my beta for this chapter and once again he's been great.

CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #3: If you're interested in listening to the song then go to you()tube / watch ?v=d3fQBISNJc0

CHARMING'S ADDITIONAL AUTHORS NOTE: I've decided to cut all of the lyrics out of this story to make it more compliant with the rules of FFN, I care about this story too much to lose it over something like that.

I Don't Want Your Desire

A Story by

CharmingCharles2896

Chapter Inspired by the Song

Sara Smile by Hall & Oates

Chapter Three

Sarah's Smile

Chuck was confused, he'd been ordered to Castle for a mission briefing; with the Intersect not working he hadn't been invited to one of these in at least two weeks. The dread he was feeling at the high likelihood of seeing Agent Forest was almost too much. Over the last six weeks she'd destroyed his life and then was mad at him because his despair was interfering with the effectiveness of the team. As he shuffled his way down the stairs into Castle for the mission briefing, he noticed that Agent Forest was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Agent Forest?" Chuck asked Casey who simply grunted just as the screen turned on and General Beckman's face appeared. In DC General Beckman simply looked at Chuck and she could see just how down he really was, well that stopped today.

"Hello team, before I begin, I've made the decision to move Agent Forest to the LA field office for a few days; in light of some troubling revelations about Agent Forest's behavior she won't be involved with team activities pending an investigation." As General Beckman said that Chuck could feel a joy and relief that he didn't fully understand cascade over him. Casey must have said something to the General; that was the only explanation for how General Beckman knew about Agent Forest's tyrannical reign of terror.

"Now on to more pressing matters; I've got a mission for you Mr. Bartowski." General Beckman said to the surprise of John Casey; Chuck's eyebrows shot up in surprise and he sat up a bit straighter in his chair.

"Me General, I haven't been in the field in ages?" Chuck asked nervously, but General Beckman simply nodded.

"This is actor Rex Horn." General Beckman began; Chuck perked up and spoke.

"I love his movies. Master of Disaster was hilarious." Chuck said with more zeal then he'd shown in six weeks.

"Horn is holding a party at his massive estate and we need you to attend the party as a wealthy tech CEO who's recently retired; normally we'd use Charles Carmichael as your alias, but that alias needs a break so your new alias is included in the dossier. You'll wear a pair of glasses with a small camera so that Major Casey can observe while you're inside. Once you're on the grounds we need you to find a server room that Mr. Horn has in his basement. You will use your significant hacking skills to get into the server and extract all of the information onto a USB drive." Chuck's brows furrowed.

"Significant hacking skills General?" Chuck asked with a hint of nervousness.

"You are Piranha are you not?" General Beckman asked with a raised eyebrow; Chuck went pale as he stuttered for a response.

"How…?" Was all he could get out as his mind raced to get control of his emotions that were spiraling in fear.

"I'm the Director of National Intelligence; it wasn't hard to connect the dots Mr. Bartowski. The Piranha disappeared at the exact same time that you got kicked out of Stanford. Don't worry we're not going after you, you're a white hat so we don't really care. After you've gotten the data we need you to stick around and find an agent of ours who's undercover." Chuck simply nodded.

"We don't have a picture of her but she goes by the name Charlotte Barstow. Once you've made contact with Agent Barstow leave with her in her car and head to Castle." General Beckman paused briefly.

"One thing to note, as far as we can gather her physical description is pretty vague. She's a tall blonde and she has a tattoo on her right shoulder that says "Aeternum tuus, in aeternum solus", which means…" General Beckman said as she began to translate the Latin phrase.

"Forever yours, forever alone." Chuck said to himself as he thought about it; General Beckman was stunned; she was always underestimating this guy it would seem.

"You speak Latin?" General Beckman asked with a raised eyebrow; Chuck simply shrugged noncommittally.

"I took a class at Stanford to impress Jill." Chuck said as he paused to contemplate; Casey simply grunted at that and spoke next, he had a few questions.

"General, why is Bartowski the one going in? Besides his apparent hacking skills, he's untrained?" Chuck simply nodded in agreement.

"The security team will identify you Major Casey, the security is run by an old associate of yours so you can't go anywhere near there without causing some red flags to go up." Casey simply nodded as Chuck spoke next.

"General, I'm honored that you believe I can do this, but Casey is right, I am not a trained agent and I haven't been on a mission in weeks." General Beckman smiled surprisingly warmly at Chuck and spoke.

"Major Casey give us a moment." Casey simply nodded and left the room; now alone Chuck looked back to the General.

"Chuck, I know the last few weeks have been difficult, but we need you right now. This mission is important and I need someone I can trust in there; you have the skills to pull this off and you're better at this then you think. I've read the mission reports and while your methods are… unorthodox, you've been rather successful. What will it take to get you to do this mission?" General Beckman asked with an uncharacteristic amount of compassion in her voice.

"Well I won't ask for Sarah to be reassigned back to the team because it's been made abundantly clear that it isn't about what I want…" Chuck stopped before he said something he'd regret. "I need a break from this life, I need some time to…" Chuck trailed off as his mood grew dark; for General Beckman's part she felt bad for him, he was so depressed it was almost hard to watch.

"I'll make you a deal, if you go on this mission tomorrow night and complete the mission objectives, then you'll get some time off." General Beckman was way out on a limb with this one, but she could see Chuck coming around.

"Okay, I'll do it." Chuck said quietly, General nodded.

"Good, I'll get your mission dossier to you right away." General Beckman said ending the call. Chuck simply sat back in shock; that was the strangest conversation he'd ever had with the normally stuffy General.

"A mission on my own… wow." Chuck said to himself as the weight of that reality started to set in; he was going to be doing an entire mission on his own? How had that come to be? He'd been told to stay in the car for the last year and a half, so this development was a big step. Either she trusted him a lot more than she'd let on before and the fact that the Intersect wasn't working didn't matter at all, or this mission was a cakewalk. The thing was, that didn't jive with all her talk about needing someone she could trust in there; he didn't know what to make of it, but he was going to be prepared nonetheless.

XXX

Chuck walked across the parking lot and into the Buy More to begin his next hellish shift at the Buy More; as soon as he walked in he went to clock in and then took up his normal station at the Nerd Herd desk. Lester walked by the desk so Chuck spoke.

"Hey, anything from the helpline last night?" Chuck asked as he straightened out his workstation, Lester stopped and turned to Chuck and simply shook his head.

"Just another prank call." Chuck simply shook his head.

"The woman again?"" Chuck asked as he looked over the installs he had to do today.

"Yeah just the woman crying again, that's the third time this week." Lester said before walking away to no doubt find Jeff and do god knows what. They'd been getting prank calls from some woman who did nothing but cry her eyes out on the line; he'd yet to hear the woman crying because he didn't get here in the mornings early enough to listen to them. Truth be told, he didn't care enough about this job to get in early enough to listen to the machine; he felt better today then most days because of the absence of Agent Forest, but his life still felt pretty empty. Chuck found himself thinking about Sarah more and more, trying to imagine where she was. He'd always joked that she'd go off in some exotic place quelling a revolution with a fork, but now he was actually wondering… Is a fork the best choice of silverware for the job?

XXX

The next evening Chuck was getting ready down in Castle; the party was a black tie affair so Chuck was going to be wearing a well-tailored tuxedo. He hadn't worn a tux in a long time so already he was out of his comfort zone; couple that with the fact that he was going on an infiltration mission all on his own and he was freaking out. Chuck was just about to get dressed when Casey stopped by the locker room and knocked on the wall to grab Chuck's attention.

"Before you get dressed, I need to talk to you." Chuck simply nodded and set down his stuff to follow his friend.

"Okay Bartowski, it's time for a conversation about protection." Casey said as he stopped in the middle of the room.

"Whoa Casey, I don't think we need to talk about that, this isn't a seduction mission after all." Chuck said completely seriously; Casey looked at him like he'd grown a second head.

"No, you moron, I'm talking about a gun; we need to talk about what you're carrying tonight." Chuck simply nodded.

"That makes more sense considering we're in the armory." Casey just rolled his eyes and moved on.

"I know you hate guns, but neither I nor Walker will be there to protect your scrawny ass if things go pear shaped. Because of this you'll need to carry a gun, which means I need to show you how to use a gun." Casey began as he opened up the pistol case on the table. "I know you're a nerd so I picked out a classic black Walther PPK/s chambered in .380 ACP. I know Bond uses a .32 ACP, but that's a lady round and wouldn't do much anyways." Chuck's eyes were glassing over so Casey simply rolled his eyes and spoke again. "It's a bigger bullet so you'll have more stopping power. The gun is the S model, which has a larger capacity magazine so you'll be able to carry more ammunition on you in fewer magazines. Until recently the .380 ACP was also considered a lady round, but Hornady recently developed a new type of ammunition called .380 ACP Critical Defense Ammunition." Just then Casey pulled out a box of bullets and showed one to Chuck.

"These bullets are designed to mushroom on impact with the body so while they may make a small hole when they go in, they do a ton of damage inside the target." Chuck was taking tonight deadly serious so he absorbing all the information he could from the resident gun expert. Casey showed Chuck how the action worked, how the safety worked, how to load the weapon, by the end of it Chuck knew the inner workings of the Walther PPK/s.

"Okay load a magazine, fire at the target down range, and then safe the weapon." Casey said as he handed the weapon to Chuck who looked at it nervously; he'd been taking this seriously, but he still hated guns. Chuck grabbed the gun from Casey, but held it like he was afraid of it. Casey took a step towards Chuck and grabbed the pistol while he put his other hand on Chucks shoulder.

"Chuck, you need to relax. I'm not trying to turn you into a spy; I'm making sure that if things go bad you make it home. I won't be able to go in there unless things get really bad so short of you being captured, you're on your own tonight. You need to do this; you need to know how to use this weapon."

"Why can't I just use a tranq gun?" Chuck asked still looking for a way to avoid using a gun tonight.

"What if the dart doesn't pierce their clothing?" Casey asked, Chuck had no answer so Casey continued. "Darts can sometimes take a moment to work, what if you don't have time to wait?" Once again Chuck had no answer, but seeing that Chuck still wasn't totally convinced Casey decided the gloves needed to come off.

"Answer something for me; if your only two choices are getting killed or killing the guy before he kills you, what would Sarah want you to do Chuck?" That gave Chuck pause, he had a feeling deep down that Sarah would want him to stay the way he is and not kill, but she'd also want him to protect himself if it came down to it.

"Don't do this for me, do this for her Chuck." Casey said as he handed the gun to Chuck and stepped aside. Chuck took the gun and stepped up to the firing line and grabbed one of the three loaded magazines. As he slid the magazine into the pistol and racked the slide he looked back at Casey.

"Hearing protection?" Casey shook his head no.

"Sorry Chuck, but there won't be enough time to put your ear plugs in before the bullets start flying so you need to be used to the loudness of the weapon." Chuck simply nodded in understanding and readied the weapon.

"Do it for Sarah, do it for Sarah." Chuck thought to himself as he clicked off the safety and aimed down range at the human sized target and fired. The recoil surprised him a bit as did the noise, but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Chuck looked at the gun appraisingly and then refocused and fired several more shots. Casey simply leaned back against the table and watched like a proud parent, the kid was a natural at this whole spy thing, shame he didn't have the temperament for the darker side of the job. As Chuck finished the magazine, he ejected it and safetied the weapon before setting it down on the small shelf in front of him at the firing line. Casey stepped up and hit the button to bring the target to the firing line. There were a few that were a bit wild, but most were around center mass.

"Impressive Bartowski, for a guy who hates guns, you're a natural; now go finish getting ready while I ready all of your equipment." Chuck simply nodded and left the armory. Chuck's ears were ringing from the loud cacophony of firing a weapon in a small room, but that went away in a little bit.

XXX

Later on Chuck was finally ready, his gun was holstered inside his jacket in proper James Bond fashion and he was getting a ride to the party. He had on the fancy spy watch instead of the utilitarian one he normally wore, he had the equipment he'd need to pull off the hack, he had the glasses on that he needed to wear and he had his invitation to get in. By all accounts he was as ready as he could ever be, but in spite of that he was a bundle of anxiety. As Casey came to a stop about five hundred yards from Rex Horn's estate he turned to Chuck.

"Okay Bartowski, show time; put in your ear wig and get into that party." Chuck put the ear wig in with shaky hands and quickly wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.

"Hey, you can do this; I looked at the file on the Piranha and if you're anywhere near that good now you'll get this done in a flash. Once that's done just mingle until you find this woman. From there let her do the spying and get out alive. Now go before I kick you out with my boot." Casey said with a small smirk as he stood up and went to the back of the van to begin his part of the job. Chuck exited the van and straightened out his jacket, which instantly reminded him of all the times Sarah would do that for him. She always did that even if there was nothing wrong with his jacket or tie. He was wondering what she'd be wearing to a thing like this, she always looked good in red so she'd probably be wearing something like that salmon number she wore with Bryce, damn she looked great in that dress.

As Chuck approached the front gate, he showed the guards his invitation and they quickly let him in no questions asked, no frisking, no metal detectors, no nothing. As Chuck walked up the driveway he spoke quietly.

"What kind of security was that, they didn't frisk me or do anything?" Chuck asked flatly as he got to the massive sprawling mansion that belonged to Rex Horn. "Damn it pays to be a movie star." Chuck muttered to himself; the place was obviously massive with tall vaulted ceilings and clean white colors all over, but it was just so big.

"Just focus on the objective, scan the crowd, get a lay of the place, and then find that server room." Casey said as he watched the monitor for any threats, which so far were absolutely zero threats, there weren't even any cameras.

"This place is so low on security, it's like they aren't even trying to hide anything." Casey said as he spotted a hallway with several doors. "Hey, hallway at nine o'clock; guarantee you the server room is down there somewhere." Casey said into the microphone.

"Yeah seems likely, I'm going to check it out." Chuck said before he began to make his way towards the hallway, which had three doors, all of which were on the right side of the hallway. Chuck could see someone stepping out of one which was obviously the bathroom, the next door looked to be a coat closet, which, only left the last door at the end of the hall. Right then Chuck froze as he saw actor Paul Jones leave the third door followed shortly by a disheveled looking Hannah Harper, another famous actress.

"Holy crap, Hannah Harper is married and has three kids; what's she doing messing around with Paul Jones of all people?" Chuck asked quietly, in his ear Chuck could hear Casey grunt.

"Even I think that one's a bit disturbing." Chuck simply nodded in agreement as he made his way to the third door and opened it a crack and saw stairs leading downward.

"I'd like to choose door number three please." Chuck quipped as he opened the door just enough to slide his way through it and begin down the steps into the basement. "Man, this place is so insecure, it's almost laughable." Chuck said as he reached the bottom. Once at the bottom of the steps he saw a lavish finished basement that could easily house a family of five. It had a living room, a full kitchen, and three bedrooms.

"Oh man, this basement is nicer than Ellie's entire apartment!" Chuck said in shock.

"Focus Bartowski!" Casey reminded him with a silent smile, Chuck nodded and began searching the rooms, first the living room, then the kitchen, then he was on to the three bedrooms. The first one looked like it was well lived in, there were kids toys strewn about messily, but regardless Chuck did his due diligence.

"Bedroom one is clear, moving onto bedroom two." Chuck said as he stood up, turned off the light, and moved on. The second bedroom looked to be occupied by an older couple as evidence by the pill holders and other such things that elderly people often need. Once again, Chuck went in search of anything that could tip him off to the presence of a server room, but yet again he found nothing.

"Bedroom two is clean, albeit a little smelly." Chuck said as he left the bedroom and made his way to the third and final bedroom. The third bedroom was much cleaner; with a smaller bed in it then the others. There was a desk and a bookshelf against the far wall. The desk had an old ornate lamp on it and a space for writing. The bookshelf was filled with old movie scripts and other projects obviously from Mr. Horn's career.

"Oh my god, an original script from Rex Horn's first major motion picture, "The Justice Algorithm"; he won an Oscar for this movie back in 1987!" Chuck said totally nerding out for a brief moment before he refocused. This room looked clean as a whistle, which was what had him suspicious. The other two bedrooms looked well lived in, but this one not so much. Chuck searched high and low, but found nothing.

"I've got to be missing something, this has to be the room, it just has to be." Chuck said as he stood back up and looked around again; that's when he saw it. "Wait." Chuck took a step towards the bookshelf and saw the light switch tucked awkwardly next to it. Chuck flipped the light switch and saw the lamp in the far corner turn on.

"Why would you have a light switch this far from the desk if it controls the lamp all the way over there?" Chuck said to himself; Casey thought about it as well and spoke.

"Poor floor design?" Chuck shook his head no.

"No this is a custom made mansion, there's no way they'd make a mistake like this… Wait, a hidden door opened by a light switch? Oh my god, Master of Disaster!" Chuck said excitedly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Casey asked as Chuck went to the bookshelf.

"In Rex Horn's movie Master of Disaster, he plays an incompetent spy named Chip and in one scene he opens a secret door hidden behind a book case that is opened by a flipping a light switch a certain way." Chuck said elaborating as he thought back to the pattern that Chip uses to accidentally open the hidden door. Chuck grabbed the switch and flipped it up down, up down, up, there was a low click and then the bookshelf moved a bit. Chuck smiled to himself.

"Gotcha." Chuck reached out and moved the surprisingly light door that had a full sized bookshelf attached to it.

"Great work kid, now get in there and get the data." Casey said with a hint of pride, his asset was doing really good on his own. Chuck quickly entered the room and spotted a massive bank of servers and one central computer terminal. Chuck jogged up to it and sat down in the chair; his back was to the door so Chuck pulled his glasses off and pointed them at the door.

"Watch the door while I do this." Chuck said as he connected his drive to the computer and began to go to work; within seconds he was past most of the security on the system.

"This security is freaking amateur hour." Chuck said with a shake of the head as he easily bashed his way through the last of the security and began looking around inside Horn's files. While he looked around, he was also plugging some of the glaring weaknesses in Rex Horn's home security software. After about ten minutes of looking around he hadn't found a damn thing. Nothing in the financial records, nothing in the travel logs, nothing, nothing, nothing.

"I've gotta tell you Casey, I think this guy is clean; there's nothing here so far." Chuck said as he clicked on the last folder; instantly Chuck's eyes opened wide.

"Holy Frak, way to go Mr. Horn!" Chuck said to himself.

"What are you talking about Bartowski?" Casey asked still hating that he was in the van on the first mission in weeks that wasn't total FUBAR. Chuck grabbed the glasses and slipped them back on; Casey looked back at the screen and instantly saw some spicy images.

"Is it me or does she look scary close to…?" Casey asked flatly still in shock at what he was seeing.

"So, it isn't just me?" Chuck asked as he started copying the entire system to his CIA issue TXR-70 external hard drive.

"No, no I see it too." Casey said as he tried to refocus, he'd never look at Agent Forest the same ever again, but that was the price to pay for the greater good. Chuck was almost done copying everything when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Oh shit! I hear footsteps!" Chuck whispered as he stood up and pulled out his pistol; Chuck stealthily crept back into the bedroom and walked over to the door to the hall and turned off the light. Chuck's back was against the wall inside the bedroom as he listened to what was going on. His pistol felt like it was ten pounds in his hands, but it did make him feel safer.

"Goddamn it Paul, my damn family lives in hear!" Rex Horn himself said as he smelt the faintest hint of sex in the air. Rex Horn flipped off the lights and went back upstairs.

"Fucker's a horn dog if I've ever seen one." Rex Horn said just before Chuck heard the basement door close again. Chuck let out a breath as his heart raced.

"That was too close." Chuck said as he flipped the light back on and went back to the computer in the server room. The drive had finished copying everything so Chuck made sure it didn't look like he'd been in the system and then disconnected the drive. Chuck stood back up to his full height and tucked the drive back into the inside of his jacket.

"Yeah it was." Casey said as he watched Chuck leave the secret server room and close it up. Chuck was good at this spying thing, the room didn't even look like he'd been there. Chuck turned off the bedroom light and was instantly cloaked in complete darkness.

"Man, it's dark, I can't see anything right now." Chuck said as he cautiously stumbled his way into the hall and back towards the living room.

"Hey, there's a small light built into the glasses; simply double tap the left stem and they should turn on." Casey said not knowing how much of a difference it would actually make; Chuck did as Casey said and sure enough two little LED's lit up on either side of the glasses and shown enough of the room in front of Chuck to allow him to silently navigate.

"You can't go back up those stairs now, it would look suspicious; is there a sliding door that connects to the backyard?" Casey asked, Chuck simply nodded and slowly made his way to it. Chuck turned off his headlights as he was going to start calling them and slid open the door to sneakily make his way out into the backyard where the party was really going on. There was a large dance floor set up with a live band playing music.

"Chuck, put away your gun!" Chuck's eyes grew wide and he quickly holstered the gun as he walked through the grass back towards the house.

"Jeez, good catch Casey, that could have been horrible." Chuck said before tripping and falling into the grass.

"Okay so maybe Chuck isn't quite spy material." Casey thought to himself as he watched Chuck get back to his feet and dust himself off.

"Okay now we just got to find Agent Barstow and I can get out of here." Chuck said to himself as he began to mingle into the crowded party once again. As the minutes of walking and scanning the crowd for tall blondes drug on Chuck began to realize that this could take a while with this many people in one place.

"There has to be two hundred people here, this could take hours." Chuck said aloud as he walked back inside towards the bar.

"Keep your chin up, she's here somewhere." Casey said encouragingly to Chuck even as he himself began to have doubts about finding this woman in this mess of people.

Chuck leaned against the bar and looked out at the dance floor outside; Sarah loved to dance, on a mission like this she would have insisted on dancing. Chuck was all left feet, but for her he'd do it just to see that smile on her face.

"I wonder where she is right now, if she's okay?" Chuck said aloud to himself more than anything.

"Agent Barstow is fine, I'm sure she's here somewhere." Casey said as he continued to watch the screen.

"No, Sarah; she would have loved a mission like this. Dancing, fancy clothing, a hint of spy work, it would've been the perfect evening." Chuck said wistfully unable to stop thinking about her.

"Yeah, she always loved these missions." Casey said with a hint of darkness in his own voice.

"It's just hard without her here." Chuck said as his emotions threatened to get the better of him.

"I know kid, I miss her too." Chuck cleared his throat and slowly walked away from the bar; he had to focus, this mission may have been a bit easy mode to start with, but things could still go bad. Chuck walked back outside towards where the food table was just off the dance floor under a big tent. Chuck got in line and grabbed a plate to fix himself something to eat; Chuck took his newly acquired plate of food and found a seat. As Chuck was digging into some admittedly delicious wings the band began to play and Chuck just had to laugh a little bit to himself.

"What's so funny?" Casey asked, silently jealous that he didn't have any wings.

"The band is playing Sara Smile; it's like the universe doesn't want me to focus tonight." Chuck said with a hint of frustration.

"Great song." Casey said to himself; he heard Chuck choke on his food.

"What?" Chuck croaked out as he tried to regain his composure and failing.

"I wasn't hatched." Chuck just snorted and went back to his food; Chuck couldn't remember a time since Sarah had to leave where he had laughed and had this much fun.

"I'm not saying anything big guy." Chuck said as he stood and went to throw away his garbage and get back to his search for Agent Barstow. The amount of Hollywood celebrities at this thing was stunning and it was taking all of Chuck's willpower not to fan girl over and over. As Chuck walked across the dance floor towards the bar, he weaved his way between people dancing and walked back inside the house.

"Bartowski check your 3 o'clock, I thought I saw someone pass you." Casey said as he leaned a bit closer to the monitor. Chuck swung his head to the right to scan the crowd, but found nothing. He hadn't stopped walking as he looked around, not one of his best moments.

"Nothing, nobody that fits description we were given." Chuck said with a huff of frustration as he walked into the back of a couch with a thud. Casey heard Chuck silently curse.

"Bartowski, you okay?" Casey asked.

"Yeah just stubbed my…" Chuck stopped as he saw her, blonde, tall, and the unmistakable script Latin tattoo. She wasn't even three feet from him, he'd been looking for over an hour and just like that he found her. Chuck read her tattoo to himself quietly.

"Forever yours, forever alone." The blonde woman tensed. "Ms. Barstow?" Chuck asked before the woman turned around to face him and his blood ran cold.

"Can't be…" Chuck said with a ghostly whisper as he laid eyes on her.

CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #4: So that's chapter 3, what did you all think? I really enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you all enjoyed it too; on the topic of the whole gun scene I think Casey makes a solid argument here in this case. Chuck doesn't want to use it, but if Casey can't be there then maybe just maybe Chuck needs to use one.

CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #5: In the next chapter we see what Sarah's been up to over the six weeks; how do you all think Sarah's been getting along?

CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #6: If you wish to opine feel free to leave a review, I really appreciate them all good or bad as they help me gauge what the readers think of my work. For a lot of us writers it's a long and draining process to write something like this so your reviews really mean a lot.

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