A/N: Just a heads up we are going to skip ahead in time a little bit so this is slightly over two weeks after Chapter 4. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 5

Chuck vs. the Killer Pimp

Chuck was literally a Heinz Ketchup bottle, brimming with anticipation standing at the furthest point of LAX that he could without a ticket. Double checking that his placard was indeed right side up and her gardenias secure he took another deep breath hoping that would calm his nerves. He did second guess himself about being too obvious, but after two weeks apart he was going a little stir crazy; despite easily being the strangest two weeks of his life.

It all started with he and Sarah on the couch just after they had finished reconnecting. They were lazily kissing one another, hands caressing the other's body when they heard the door fly open and a voice cry out, "Chuck we're ho…my gawd."

A deeper tone called out, "Ell it's ok, it's not like we haven't…Ow! Ok…Chuck, be back in thirty." A slight pause and a little softer, "Way to go, bro." The door closed and the couple released the breath they had been holding since the door opened.

"Your sister and her boyfriend's first sight of me is my bare ass."

"There are a number of things that could be worse." At Sarah's nonplussed look Chuck continued, "First I could have chosen to do my Ace Ventura impression to introduce you." This time Sarah offers up a look of having no clue what Chuck is talking about so he demonstrates and they find themselves holding each other, their bodies spasming in laughter.

"Do I need a mint Chuck?" Sarah asked coyly.

"I uhh… choose to ignore the question because you are looking at me way too innocently… Second, I kind of hope they fixated on your unparalleled posterior as it hopefully meant they did not see what was visible next to it from my body." Sarah gave a sympathetic cringe, while Chuck continued, "And considering my general luck I'm pretty sure my sister and her boyfriend got a gander at my John Thomas and after they closed the door I doubt they were saying hooray for my one-eyed trouser snake."

"Well I will say 'hooray' if it needs to be said, but I am pretty sure I did say a couple of 'Oh God's' in dealing with your… Where does John Thomas come from?"

"Need to know Agent. Sorry, I've wanted to say that… Does that get said a lot? I'm rambling, but just being able to utilize the brilliance of Monty Python is its own reward. Third… Scratch that I want to keep my thoughts on Winnie the Pooh pure… he is stuffed with fluff."

"And a silly old bear." Sarah gave a quick kiss to Chuck before slapping his chest, "Just so you know I will now check every room for a Sharpie before I get naked or crawl into a hole with you ever."

All Chuck had heard from that was her getting naked with him again. They had to rush off as Sarah was mortified about truly meeting Ellie after that initial encounter and dealing with the potential prostitute angle. She grabbed her clothes and Chuck's computer, packed her bag, and began the explanation of her plan as they walked through the courtyard and continued it over their phones when she got into her Porsche and he into his Nerd Herder. After she dropped off the Porsche to a storage facility Chuck drove her to the air field where the CIA Director's jet was waiting.

"Why are you waiting for them to leave the plane?"

"I can't risk their being a double agent amongst the crew, so I will get in and fly it back to DC."

"You can fly?!" Chuck said in awe.

Sarah couldn't hold back from beaming as she attempted to shrug off the blush, "Yes I can. Things should go fairly smoothly, but if they don't I will try to contact you. It may be over a month, but I hope only a few weeks before I can head back here."

"If it is short?"

"It is either really good or really bad, but that can arguably go hand in hand with this being the best or worst decision I've ever made." Sarah aggressively kissed Chuck before he could overthink that statement, "Looking back though; I haven't even asked if any of this is what you want or if you think you need to do this solely to keep you and your family safe. You don't. I can just walk, or fly away. Do you trust me?" Sarah pulled back with a hopeful smile.

"Considering we've only known each other for… Yes I trust you and while it is ludicrous that we have this complete connection in such a short time… to not pursue this seems unequivocally wrong. Have a safe flight. Should I leave now?"

Sarah paused for a moment before nodding her head, "We aren't on camera here, but we crossed a few to get to here when they replay them it should be timed to allow for the story of merely dropping my cover persona off. You have the card so if the police contact you just give them the card and only state you dropped me off and call the number." A pout came over her face, "I am going to miss you."

"Me too," Chuck said as he turned to head back to the Herder, "Just to add to the situation you should know I love you."

Agent Walker melted away, but the skill set remained as she took two strides and straddled Chuck as she wrapped herself around Chuck peppering him with kisses. Her whole life had convinced her that she would never hear those words said to her in the way Chuck just had. She opened her mouth to reciprocate and "Thank you" came out. Wide eyed she buried her face into Chuck's shoulder and sobbed, "I'm a horrible person."

Chuck rubbed circles on her back and stated, "You're not, you are the best person I know." Sarah shook her head at that.

"Chuck, you don't know all of the things I've done and…"

"Sarah, I'm not perfect either, but our past doesn't have to control us unless we let it. How about this. Why don't we share one secret and see how each of us feels after that?"

Sarah felt uneasy, but nodded her head scared to open her mouth to go first, but hoping Chuck would tell a small secret. Those hopes were completely dashed when Chuck declared, "My hacker name is the Piranha."

Sarah's mouth hung open as that name was legendary, second only to Orion as far as anonymous internet entities went in the espionage faction. There were no warrants out that she was aware of, but nearly every agency in the US and a few in Europe would give a lot to have him brought in for questioning. Chuck realized this and the longer the silence he did start to feel a little uneasy. Sarah quickly gave him a playful kiss and shook her head, "No the problem is I was expecting something small and not the biggest secret in the world… ass." She added before kissing him again. "Ok, the time is close for me to go so… screw it. Look at me Chuck." Sarah proceeded to tell the tale of her previous assignment and although she was petrified while sharing it. Both the relief on sharing this burden and his asking if he can help track down Ryker before mouthing 'I love you too' and heading back to the car to leave gave her the knowledge that Chuck may not be perfect, but he was the perfect man for her.

As Chuck anxiously looked at his watch he saw there was still another twenty minutes before her flight was due. The time table she had estimated was amazingly accurate. The second day after she left he received his compensation for his computer and it was sweet; beyond anything on the market, next gen processor that was nitrogen cooled with a biometric lock. The operating system on it claimed to be Demova proof, but he did not want to risk it and thanks to the lock Morgan wouldn't get the chance to either. More importantly it also contained both a coded message from Sarah and the key, called a Cardan grille, to unlocking it posing as the cardboard insert protecting the disk drive.

The next day he was called and given the option of being dragged into an interrogation in handcuffs or meeting with some people from the NSA at 9 am the next morning in the Federal Building to get the code to initially unlock the computer. He chose the latter and walked into the office at 8:55 to a Lilliputian, scowling, red-headed General named Beckman completing the set standing next to her was cyborg John Casey including the limited edition block of granite chin. However it did look like someone had given him a black eye which he tried to poorly conceal with some type of make-up. He chose to utilize the advice his high school drama teacher shared, 'if you cannot look a person in the eye and you are looking down focus on the forehead, if you are looking up focus on the cheekbones. If you're on the same level, change the angle.'

Thankfully most of their questions were benign, banal, or both. The three keys Sarah had pointed out to successfully navigate through this was to be especially deferential to them, be honest about your feelings on how Bryce treated him as that will put them ill at ease and get you out quicker, and to Chuck's strenuous objection often refer to Sarah as a prostitute rather than an agent. The last part caused both hardened NSA agents to guffaw and the cyborg even articulated his joints to slap his knee while the General offered Chuck a glass of her scotch. Initially perturbed by his rejection Chuck quickly explained he had to drive and didn't want to face LA traffic with a buzz, no matter how delightful it may be. The chin of granite moved in an appreciative gesture and growled out something in a low tone and then the word pancakes. The General soon nodded her assent and handed Chuck some obligatory documents to not tell anybody the contents of this discussion, blah, blah, blah. She then informed him that they will contact him back in about a year's time to check up on him, but if he is to see or encounter anything suspicious he was given a number to contact.

This brought a smile to Chuck's face even while almost being knocked down by an over exuberant octogenarian couple reuniting; it was touching up to the point when their tongues intertwined. He brought himself back to his happy place as Sarah had said the longer the time period the less of a threat you appear to be and if they said six months he had done an excellent job. Even if they said a quicker time frame it should be attributed more to the importance of the technology and not a lack of belief in the story. They gave him the code and he followed Sarah's instructions and not try to disable their tracking code and attempted to return to civilian life, but he felt more aware.

Two days later that awareness came into play as he and Morgan would swear number six from Battlestar Galactica showed up with literally and figuratively a screw loose. The screw on her phone took a moment to fix, the one in her head… After some incredibly awkward flirting that even Morgan said was about as subtle as a ball ping hammer to the scrotum. She confirmed the diagnosis by glaring daggers at a little girl whose father messed up recording her recital. The multiple throat slitting gestures during her performance merely reconfirmed that she was certifiable.

A few days later a far too perky blonde named Amy appeared at Morgan and his preferred lunch-out place when they hadn't brown-bagged it, the Weinerlicious. For some unknown reason the rest of the Buymorians flocked to Subway and since Lou's Deli was still a month away the options to make lunch a true break were quite limited. Chuck shook his head pushing the thoughts aside saving the story of the blonde and how the Buy More almost lost all their Nerd Herders in less than a half hour. He did not want to be caught in his thoughts and potentially miss Sarah.

Staring at and through the mass of humanity moving through the terminal, Chuck's mind soon drifted to the messages that Sarah had sent. Before leaving she had wanted to keep their communication at a minimum, but after finding a clandestine message board he and Tron Lover Lover conversed every day, sometimes more than once. It amazed him how much getting a message from her brightened his mood and the one last night announcing her return flight apparently made him squeal enough that Devon thought Ellie was in his room.

Since they had shifted to the board using the grille didn't make sense anymore and instead used the book he had placed in her bag, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy as the key for the book cipher. He had put it in her bag before he knew she was flying the plane instead of reclining; waiting potentially for her next mission to come in some self-incendiary fashion. Although it was different from his parents leaving; neither had promised they were coming back, his mom said she had to go away for a little while and his dad simply left. In this case although he trusted her in wanting to come back he had an inkling in her line of work she rarely got what she wanted and he wanted to make damn sure that there was something of his she can look at to reminder her that these days had happened and someone was anxiously waiting for her to return.

Chuck returned to the present just long enough to catch a glimpse of blonde hair in Sarah's style bobbing every few moments above the sea of humanity approaching. He put the flowers in the hand holding the placard and wiped it against his trousers before switching the items and wiping his other hand. He placed the placard on top of his head and the gardenias behind his back. The crowds parted enough to catch a better view and although there were similarities and the female approaching looked attractive, but she was not Sarah. Another quick parting of the crowd confirmed that as the woman approaching could easily be a model, but still didn't hold a candle to Sarah. That thought got him thinking about Sarah being a model; whether it be high fashion, swimsuits, or lingerie she would be absolutely stunning. Of course once his mind focused on Sarah in lingerie it stayed there.

The woman's face was partially covered by the sunglasses, but turned to look at the sign and the goofy look on the person holding it. She strode confidently to him with a smirk on her face that grew as she casually looked to his waist. She stopped in front of him, clicked a photo from her phone, smirked, sent it, and casually cleared her throat, "Are you authorized to carry that?" She purred as her head tilted down.

Chuck was snapped out of his haze as he heard the click, but then seeing the woman in front of him confused him and once he realized what she meant he quickly lowered the placard to cover his… state of mind at the time. The woman took this as an invitation to close the distance and was soon pressed up against the placard.

"As much as it must take to conceal that, I'm sure it is far more fun to unveil it." She looked down at the placard, reading it and placed her pointer finger on Chuck's tie lightly going up and down a few times before adding, "I'm staying at the Ritz-Carlton and I don't have anything to do for the next twenty-four hours. Chuckles, I think you are the only thing that won't make me bored being back in LA."

"Uh… uh, Chuckles?"

"Name badge says Chuck, but from what I see, I'd say you can be a lot of fun. Whaddaya say?" She asked seductively with a wink.

Chuck's mouth opened, but while no words came out his head shook decisively. The woman tilted her head, looked back down, looked back up at Chuck, then looked back down again before speaking, "Now, although I am loathe to sharing, I find myself curious as to who this Sarah is, but I can guarantee…" She stopped momentarily as she went to Chuck's side and bent him down to whisper into his ear, "I can have your body humming faster than she ever could. I'm willing to let you bring this Sarah, and she can watch, or if I assume correctly she can join in. I mean unless you just dropped the blue pill, or that is your natural state, you seemed awfully glad to see me, and you don't know me… but you do know what I want." She playfully bit his ear lobe and gave it a little tug before releasing it and standing in front of Chuck once more. This time she had both her hands splayed on his chest.

Chuck gulped and felt incredibly embarrassed wondering how easily he could pass as the Red Tornado right about now. Both his upbringing by Ellie and having his hands full kept him from stopping this woman's display. He gulped again and tried to take in as much oxygen before responding and carefully let out the breath. "Miss… as… uh… flattered as I am and I cannot imagine how anybody could possibly turn away somebody as attractive as you clearly are. I could never do that to Sarah. About my uh… I'm sorry, but I was thinking of her."

The woman's face held a soft look for a moment which became skeptical at his last statement.

"I will concede that when I first saw your hair, my hopes were that you were Sarah, but when you came closer I could tell that you weren't her. Although I came to the conclusion that you could be a model; that got me thinking that Sarah could be a model and my thoughts were of her modeling… certain things." Chuck stopped, swallowed, and forced himself to look upon the woman who had stopped rubbing his chest wondering if he was going to be slapped.

"Certain things, huh?" The woman snarked and seeing Chuck's blush and nodding head she gave in, "Ok, I believe you." She gave a wistful look before stepping to his side once again and without prompting Chuck leaned towards her.

"I hate to give Blondie credit. You're right I'm not used to being turned down, but for her I'm reasonably happy. I feel obliged to tell you if you hurt her bad things will happen to you, but this isn't going to be easy for either of you. So be good to her and don't give up on her." She kissed his cheek and whispered again, "Wait here for another twenty minutes and good job on the gardenias." She stayed at his side for a moment before stepping in front of him again with a playful grin she saucily states as she sashays away, "Just let me know Chuckles when Sarah will let you out to play." She finished with a laugh as Chuck turned and watched her text somebody before walking away purposefully.

As the blood returned to the other parts of Chuck's body his brain pieced together what had just happened. He did begin to feel a little anger at being tested by Sarah, but drawing some conclusions about the 'other' woman he felt pretty sure the flirtation was her idea and not from Sarah. He waited the twenty minutes which became thirty and Sarah still had not shown up. At thirty-five minutes the panic that started at twenty minutes and one second became encompassing. He dropped the placard and in a half walk/half run he went through the areas of the airport he was able to.

Another ten minutes had him back in front of his car. He took a deep breath and wondered if his life would be normal again. He closed his eyes thinking about it, but his worry for Sarah completely overrode that thought. The tears that began to form in the back of his eyes made him realize that his range upon normal had changed, but it only worked as long as she was there. He took another deep breath as he opened the door and tried to quickly formulate what he would do if she wasn't waiting outside of the airport. He took another shaky breath as he heard something in the back as he turned he stopped when he saw the pair of blue eyes.

"Hi Chuck."

A/N: The story with Amy and the potential decimation of the Nerd Herd will be told after the next chapter if there is interest; it ran really long and took the focus completely off what I wanted it on. The next chapter will finish the story, although conceivably it could be the launch of different stories. As always thanks to those who read this and a larger one to those who review.