A/N: Sooooooooo, I've gotten a lot of requests to take this further than I did the first time I posted it on the chuckquinn account...I have an idea, if that's what you want me to do, I will, just let me know, but listen, this will be VERY infrequent after the first five. There are fics I am determined to finish this summer, and Grace is having her tonsils removed so I could be quiet for a few weeks on everything. I'm not sure how many more chapters it would go, but I would do them in chuckquinn style, and also, Sarah vs Finding her Nerd has at least one more chapter coming. Thanks as always for all the support.
a/n 2: There's a hint of sauce in this one. Chapter 2 Seduction lessons
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, and no Crown Vics were hurt in the creation of this fic.
"Major," came a voice from Casey's TV. Casey came around the corner from his bedroom where he had been getting ready. Beckman and Graham were there. "We've read your proposal and it is… interesting." Casey nodded. Beckman took off her glasses and studied Casey. "Are you sure about this?"
"I believe it's something the CIA does, if I read the files correctly," Casey said, looking pointedly at Graham.
"Major Casey, Charles Bartowski is not a spy," Graham said. Casey nodded.
"But he would have been an analyst, and a damn good one," Casey rebutted. The two nodded. "He's not like me and Walker, Directors, but… and I can't believe I'm saying this… no one should be able to do what he does with that info."
"Are you suggesting that Bartowski is making the Intersect work?" Graham asked. Casey nodded. The two directors looked at each other.
"Listen, I know your main goal is to have an agent Intersect, but what if it doesn't work?" Casey asked. Graham and Beckman shared another glance. "This kid is doing nothing but getting better, and when you get his emotions away from everything, he processes info at an amazing rate. He's never going to be a spy. That would be a waste. But to make him an analyst working with Walker, and myself…" Casey trailed off. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them. "Permission to speak freely?"
"Granted," they both said.
"He's been crapped on his whole life," Casey said simply. The two Directors had to nod in agreement. "He lost his parents, his girlfriend, his best friend, and is stuck in this dead-end job. He now has his only real friend in Grimes."
"That's the bearded one, correct, Major?" Beckman asked. Casey nodded. "He's a strange little man." Casey grunted, amused.
"He has no male authority figure worth having," Casey went on. "All of his male bosses are idiots, and he doesn't see you as anything other than a necessity, Director Graham. Between Walker and I, we fulfill everything the kid's been missing. And the kid would probably have had this thing in the first place, if Larkin doesn't get him booted out of Stanford."
"Major, something you said is troubling," Beckman said. "You mentioned girlfriend earlier; are you implying Agent Walker is compromised?"
"No, General," Casey replied. "Bartowski's infatuated with her, but she has kept it professional. There are times I question her commitment to this life." Graham looked away.
"General, perhaps you and I should talk about Agent Walker in private," Graham said.
"She didn't volunteer, did she?" Casey asked. Langston's face hardened. Beckman looked at her counterpart.
"Answer him," Beckman said. Graham looked away, and then shook his head. Casey grunted and gave an understanding nod. "Langston, what did you do?"
"That's not important," Graham said. Beckman looked furious.
"Major, from this moment forward, consider this a trial run of your proposal," Beckman said, giving Graham an evil side-eye. Casey nodded. Graham started to say something, but stopped. "I'll get the appropriate paperwork going. When the Intersect 2.0 comes online, Bartowski will NOT be removed. Do you understand?"
"Yes, General," Casey said, with a look of amusement on his face.
"As for the 'everything else', we'll see," Beckman said.
"And if Walker and Bartowski start to fraternize?" Casey asked. Beckman stared at him.
"For now, as long as it doesn't interfere with the missions, I don't care," Beckman answered. "But, Major, know this: Since this is your idea, and you started it, it is up to you to play the male role model. That means you are going to have to deal with Bartowski's feelings." The amused look fell off Casey's face, and it was replaced with something akin to horror. "Which means you may want to stop egging him on." The TV went dark.
"What the hell have I done?" Casey muttered to himself.
-oooo-
"One question, General," Casey said. "Will Chuck and Sarah be going as a couple?"
"Unless they have a problem," Beckman answered, giving Sarah a look that took her a little by surprise.
"Uh, no problem, here, General," Sarah replied. "Chuck is always a pleasure to work with."
"Chuck, we will be giving you $100,000 with which to gamble, to get close to Lon Kirk. Should that fail, Agent Walker will have to try other methods to get close," Beckman said, studying him.
"Other methods, General?" he asked.
"Seduction," Sarah said softly.
"General, I think this is a bad idea," Chuck said. Everyone turned to look at him. "Listen, we know I'm not a spy, but if I mess this up, then I'm the reason Sarah has to… whatever it is she has to do."
"What exactly do you think it is she has to do, Mr. Bartowski?" Beckman asked. Sarah's eyebrow shot up as she looked at Beckman.
"You know, I don't know, but if it's the last choice I would think that means you'd rather accomplish your goal some other way," Chuck began. "And that means if I lose this money, then I've let my partner down." Beckman studied Chuck for a second and turned to Graham. Graham looked slightly constipated.
"Agent Walker, Major Casey, have you two been teaching Mr. Bartowski nothing?" Beckman asked, when she turned back. Sarah looked at Casey, who ignored her. "How can Mr. Bartowski effectively do the job, that he's being forced to do, without all available information? How can he be an effective analyst?" There was stunned silence. "Agent Walker, you seem to have a better personal relationship with Mr. Bartowski." Casey grunted in agreement, while Sarah fought to contain a smile. "Would you be willing to show Mr. Bartowski many of the tricks of the trade, but especially seduction, so that he can be prepared?"
"General," she managed to get out. Was Beckman suggesting what she thought she was suggesting? "How much should I show him?"
"Everything, Agent Walker," Beckman said. "He needs to know what these terms mean, he needs to know the mission expectations. He needs to be able to understand all of these things, to be an effective analyst."
"Analyst?" Sarah asked, the term finally striking her. Beckman looked up at her. "Chuck is an analyst?"
"Don't you think that would be best?" Beckman asked. Sarah glanced at Graham who shook his head. "See, here's the thing: There's too many leaders here, so I'm going to take a little more control of this project. But to be fair to the CIA, I'm making you in charge of this operation. That makes Mr. Bartowski your lead analyst." Sarah grinned.
"And, Director Graham has graciously signed off on everything. It seems I made him an offer he couldn't refuse." Sarah stared at Beckman. She knew. That was the only explanation, she knew, and she was not happy with Graham. Sarah looked over at Casey who was grinning. What was going on?
"If that is all?" Beckman asked. When everyone shook their head, the screen went blank.
-oooo-
"So, agents don't use sex to get info?" Chuck asked. Sarah shook her head. She had spent the past several hours explaining to Chuck the different types of missions, and his head was close to exploding. "I meant in seduction missions."
"Correct. If you have to use sex in a seduction mission, and you didn't want to," she began, but paused when she saw the look on his face. "Carina," she said, and Chuck nodded. "Then you've failed, and for the record, Mr. Bartowski… Agent Walker has never failed a mission," she added with a smirk.
"Would Agent Walker be so kind as to call her analyst Chuck?" he asked. She grinned at him, placed a hand on his chest, batted her eyelids, and spoke softly.
"Only if Chuck will agree to call Agent Walker, Sarah," she replied, and then she held up the pen she had just pulled from his pocket, that he didn't even notice her take. Chuck's eyes were wide with surprise.
"Sarah, you never fail to amaze me," Chuck replied. She shrugged.
"Kind'a knew that one before the CIA," she said. Chuck glanced at her, and she looked away.
"That's one of those stories you can tell me when you're ready, if you want," Chuck said. Sarah gave him an appreciative smile. "You're good," he admitted. "So, what happens if the mark knows it's coming?" Sarah just smiled at him. "You're not that good."
"I want you to think of a secret. Any secret, and write it down," she said. He wrote something on a piece of paper. "Go put it in my jewelry box over there." He did, and she patted the spot on the bed next to her. "Today's lesson, Chuck, if you choose to accept it, is I have approximately…" she looked at her watch. "Four hours until I need to get ready for the mission. Before those four hours are over, I can have you telling me exactly what is on that paper without having sex, or getting naked. In fact, I'll have you begging to tell me."
"Well, it is for my education," Chuck said, grinning.
"Keep telling yourself that, Bartowski," Sarah said, with her own grin.
"How come it's an insult when Casey says it, but really sexy when you say it?" Chuck asked. Sarah raised an eyebrow. Chuck threw up his hands in a defensive posture. "Wasn't a come on, it was an honest question." Sarah leaned toward him.
"Oh, I believe you, Chuck," Sarah said breathlessly, popping the "k". Chuck gulped and looked at the clock. There was another three hours and fifty-nine minutes to go. He was in so much trouble.
"See, Chuck," she said, pushing some lose strands of hair behind her left ear. "I was trained at seduction school, and frankly I'm one of the best. She scooted over until their legs touched. She gave him a tight-lipped smile, and her eyes… oh good lord he was about to get lost there. She moved in to where her mouth was right by his ear. He felt the hot breath. She spoke softly.
"It would be a shame if someone who could do the job I do, and get in and out, no sexual pun intended…" Chuck bit back a groan. "…would be assigned to some creep to be his plaything for months on end for some of those missions." She nipped at his ear when she finished. Chuck didn't know how much he enjoyed that.
"So, for the record, there are those that do that?" Chuck asked when he got his breath back. Sarah placed her right hand over his thigh, directly above Chuck's left knee. His eyes shot down to it, and back to her eyes.
"Yes," she replied, slowly dragging it, her nails down slightly touching his leg. "For the record, this is the first time I have ever used seduction on you."
"You didn't for our date?" he asked surprised, and if he was honest, a little happy.
"No, Chuck, everything I said or did, it was mostly the truth. I couldn't tell you everything, but I did mean that I liked you," she said, leaning very near to him. She barely licked her lips and Chuck felt sweat on his hands, and forehead. Sarah had a mysterious smile on her face. She lightly traced her right hand up his leg and stopped it at his upper thigh. Chuck stared at it, and then looked back at her. When she had his eyes locked on hers, she spoke very softly. "I specialize in several things, but the two the CIA deems the most important are protection, and wetwork."
"W-wetwork?" Chuck stammered. She nodded. They both knew he wasn't stammering because he was scared. She reached over and undid his tie, and slowly popped open the first button and then the second. Chuck was nearly trembling.
"Remember when you flashed on the ring?" she asked. Chuck nodded. She ran her right hand lightly through his hair. Chuck really wasn't sure what his name was. Her lips parted slightly when she did so, and Chuck was really beginning to think he wasn't going to last long… and that brought another idea to mind that he had to get rid of, immediately. He jumped up the best he could and moved to the other side of the room.
The amusement on her face was obvious.
"I can stand over here right because you didn't say I couldn't," he said quickly, like it was nearly one word. "So, you dealt with very bad people, so they couldn't do very bad things anymore."
"You can go where ever you want in this room, Chuck," she said, sultrily, popping the "k" again. "And yes, I found very bad people, who did very bad things, and stopped them from ever doing it again." Her voice was mesmerizing, and she stood as she finished.
"That's ridiculously sexy," Chuck muttered. "I should be scared, or even a little concerned, but I'm not." Sarah started to walk slowly toward him. No, not walking, stalking. Chuck was scared to death, and more turned on then he knew what to do with.
"That's what I like about you, Chuck, you look past everything I've done, and you look deep inside of me," she said, walking toward him. Chuck tried leaning against the desk, crossing his arms, trying to appear cool, but he nearly fell over. "You look past everything and see my naked soul, and you find it beautiful."
Chuck wiped his forehead. She put her right foot between his feet, and he looked down, his eyes wide and then back at her. "I've never felt more naked and vulnerable then around you, and that scares me… but it excites me as well, Chuck." She put her right hand in the middle of his chest and slowly ran it up to his shirt collar, her hand splayed open. Her fingers played with the collar.
"That's a whole lot of naked excitement," Chuck managed to get out. Sarah smiled at him, and got very close.
"Interesting choice of words, Chuck," she said, popping the "k" again. "Most people are scared when they're naked, standing there for whoever they're with to see every imperfection."
"I doubt you have any," Chuck said. "Not that I would know, I've not seen you like that, and that might be highly inappropriate, and good grief is it hot in here or me?"
"Tell you what, Chuck. You tell me what you wrote, and I'll let you verify what you think," she said, biting her bottom lip and looking up at him through her lashes. Chuck stared at her face, before whipping his head to the side, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.
"I know what you're trying to do Sarah. I'm not sure that's fair," he said. She bounced a shoulder.
"Doesn't mean I won't keep my word," she replied. Chuck slapped his hand over his eyes.
"Not like this, Sarah," he mumbled to himself, but she heard him. "Not like this."
"Being all respectful," she said, kissing his jaw. "That's why I like you Chuck. You know you're safe though. I never fail a mission, although…" she trailed off.
"What?" he asked, four octaves above his normal voice.
"I'd do it for you," she said softly. "I'd give up my mission streak for you."
"What?" he choked out.
"I've never failed, Chuck," she said popping that "k" hard. "You'd be my first. Would you like to be my first?" she asked softly. Chuck's mouth and throat went dry, his eyes were bugging out of his head, and his knees buckled. She caught him, and the look in her eye was that of a predator, and he was the snack. How he made his mouth open and say the words that came out next, he'd never know for sure.
"Sarah, no, I can't," he said, but his willpower was very nearly gone. It hadn't been twenty minutes.
"Chuck, I'm so glad you never went to the CIA," she said, in a very low voice. "I'm glad you didn't take that class like I had to, because the students would test out their skills on each other, and the guys," she paused, and then looked him right in the eye. Chuck didn't think this was part of the seduction he saw in her eyes, but he could be wrong. "The point is you wouldn't, because you're not like that, Chuck. You care about people, and their feelings, and their needs." Chuck narrowed his eyes.
"When you say needs?" Chuck asked, and stopped. Sarah just looked at him, and Chuck turned about 43 shades of red.
"Chuck," she said just above a whisper. "Tell me your secret and we have almost three hours we can use to figure out this new partnership of ours." Chuck knew what she was doing, and he almost told, when it hit him. Partnership… partners… Bryce Larkin, he was CIA, he had seduction school training. Chuck suddenly didn't care about seduction training. She saw it in his eyes. "Did I go too far?" she asked, suddenly apprehensive that he was upset with her. He shook his head.
"Sarah, you were one of the best females. Who was the best male?" he asked. She shrugged and looked away. He gently put his hand on her shoulder. "Sarah, was it Bryce?" She nodded. He almost asked the next question, but he was pretty sure he knew the answer. How did she know what they had was real? Answer: She wasn't sure. Chuck pulled her in, and held her. "I'm so sorry."
"What for?" she got out, nearly in tears.
"For everything you've given up for this country. For the way you've been used like a tool. For the way you've been treated like some emotionless robot, when it's obvious you have them, and are better when you're allowed to feel them," Chuck said. The tears began, and he just held her.
-ooooo-
Chuck searched the hospital until he found Devon. They had put a pause on his training, Sarah needed to gather herself before the mission, and he needed to change. She took a nap, and he headed out. When he arrived at the hospital decked out in his tux, Devon saw him and whistled.
"Looking good, Chuckster," Devon said, giving him a high-five. "Any progress on our girl?" Chuck told him everything about Sarah and Bryce and seduction school. "Bro, not awesome," he said, dejectedly. "Chuck, you've got to be her support, you've got to be for her what Ellie was for you, but not exactly because Ellie's your sister, and-"
"Got it," Chuck cut in. "Got it. Any advice?"
"Be cool, bro, be cool," Devon said. Devon gave Chuck a hug and he headed to pick up Sarah.
-ooooo-
"Come on up," Sarah said, parking her car at the hotel. "We need to talk." Chuck nodded, dejectedly. They got to her room, she shut the door, and spun him against the wall holding him there. "Want to tell me why you're so down in the dumps?"
"I screwed up the mission," Chuck said. Sarah looked at him, puzzled. "We didn't get the info, and I let you down."
"You let me down?" Sarah asked. "You turned 100 grand into 250 grand, you did everything you could to find out what was going on, and you flashed on Rashan Chen."
"And now you have to go," Chuck stopped talking, flapped his arms around, lost for words, while Sarah looked on, amused. "You know! After what all you went through today, you don't need this."
"No, what I don't need is for the guy I count on, to be upset at himself when he did absolutely nothing wrong," Sarah said softly. "And, I'm not going just yet. Kirk gave me an invitation, yes. But I'm thinking if the three of us stake it out tomorrow, with you looking over what we see… Maybe you'll flash, and if not, then I'll take it from there. Chuck, I'll be okay."
"I'm sure you will, physically, but emotionally?" he asked. She smiled at him, and slowly pressed herself up against him.
"That's why I have my baggage handler," Sarah said softly, and kissed him. It wasn't like the urgency of the bomb. It was urgent, but gentle, and needed. It wasn't as desperate as the bomb. But there was a desperation there, and a need. "Bed," she croaked. He gently pushed her away.
"You know, for someone who says we can't have anything, you keep attacking my face," Chuck said. An eyebrow went up. "I'll make you a deal. I'll stay here tonight, and do anything you want to do except that," he said pointing to the bed.
"What's wrong with that?" she asked.
"Because your mind has been messed with enough in the past few days," Chuck said honestly. "If you still feel the same way after this craziness is over, and it's not going to mess with your job, then I'm all for it."
"For the record, you're turning me down?" she asked, incredulous. She started to move toward him.
"NOPE!" he said, his hand up. "Here's the other part of the deal, and this is nonnegotiable." She gave him a look. "That," he said, "until we figure this out," and he did a circle with his finger of the two, "no more seduction tricks the CIA taught you. Whatever we do, whatever we screw up, we do or screw up because of us." She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down, kissing him again.
"You say screw one more time, I'm gonna pull out every trick I know, Bartowski," she purred into his ear, after she let go.
"See, you don't need 'em!" he choked out.
-ooooo-
"Nice catch, Bartowski," Casey said.
"Sometimes you've gotta take it nice and slow," Chuck replied. "You've gotta back off, let things simmer, see where they go. Then you go in for the kill. The results are better that way." Chuck turned to Casey, and saw the weird look on his face. Chuck turned to Sarah who was looking away, but he swore her neck was flushed. Chuck had flashed on the box, but they had waited and made sure where they had gone. There were boxes filled with aid to make the shipment look legit. They had watched the entire operation to figure out what was real and what was fake.
"Guess you really didn't want your girl to have to go snuggle up to Lon Kirk," Casey said. He winced internally. "Which is the right thing to do, because she's our partner and we don't want to put her at any unnecessary risk." Casey turned and left. Chuck turned to Sarah.
"What was that?" he asked. She was shaking her head.
"I'm not sure," she admitted.
"So, for professional curiosity, what would you have worn?" Chuck asked, trying not to gulp. Sarah gave him a confused look. "If you had to be on the yacht, I mean?" Chuck had stayed with Sarah all night, holding her while she slept. He'd begun to wonder if he wasn't the world's biggest idiot, but he had to make sure she was sure.
"I don't know, there's the choice of the bikini or the one piece," she said.
"Well, I guess it depends on him," Chuck said, looking straight ahead with the binoculars. "Some guys like more skin exposed, while others, like a bit of a hint and let their imagination do the rest."
"Some guys?" she asked with an amused look on her face. She leaned over by his ear. "Have you any thoughts on the subject?" Chuck shrugged.
"I mean, ah, I might ah," Chuck sputtered. "I don't know if that's the sort of thing I should talk about in mixed company."
"Oh, it's for research in case I have to know how to dress for my cover boyfriend," she said, her hand against the small of his back, trailing lightly up his spine. Chuck tried desperately not to arch his back against her fingers, as they slowly dragged their way up.
"So, we're back together?" he squeaked.
"Don't you think it's good for the cover?" she asked softly in his ear, her breath hot against him.
"Sure," he nearly barked out. She placed her hand around his neck and slowly turned him toward her.
"You turned me down last night, Chuck Bartowski. I'm not sure what to do about that," Sarah said.
"I did, because it was the right thing to do," he squeaked. She nodded. "Your eyes," he managed to get out. "They're my favorite thing about you. They look past all my nerdisms, they look past all my screw ups, and they see me, and frankly I think you like what you see. That's what was on that paper."
"You think I like what I see, huh?" she asked. He nodded. "I have to help Casey with the paperwork and the bust. I guess we'll have to talk about this some other time," she said, grinning.
"You're evil, woman," he said. She stepped right up to him, grabbed his head, and kissed him. When she broke the kiss, she stared into his eyes.
"You have no idea," she said, and walked off.
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