The choices we make

by mssupertigz

The jist of the story is Chuck and Sarah Casey too are team up but General Meriweather has other plans. As the team tries to justify his actions, they are given their final answer that doesn't sit well with any of them especially Sarah. Will the team get back to their glory days or will their final decision be their last?

3. Chapter 3

Another chapter on the adventures of what comes out of my head. Thanks goes out to all who are still sticking around and reading this. I don't own Chuck. Please review I would like to hear from you….enjoy.

It is shorter in length than what I am use to writing but it had to stop where it did….IT JUST HAD TOO!

Chapter 3 New Life

I lit a fire with the love you left behind, And it burned wild and crept up the mountainside. I followed your ashes into outer space I can't look out the window, I can't look at this place,
I can't look at the stars, They make me wonder where you are…. (Grace Potter and The Nocturnals 'Stars')

The turquoise '58 Ford Fairlane pulled up to Rosa's Canteen and Laundry Mat. Sarah stood outside gazing upon what was to be and what she'd left behind. Alfie a middle age man carried in her bags. Alfie had been with Rosa for 47 years but failed to do one thing and that was make an honest woman out of her. But Alfie reminded Sarah that a piece of paper wasn't going to change anything. 'The woman is all woman even after 45 years. Our children and grandchildren prove that.' Sarah smiled as she followed Alfie into the Canteen. Rosa had just walked back to the counter with a tray of dishes when she looked up to see Sarah standing in the door way. Rosa screamed in excitement then wiped her hands on her apron and ran towards Sarah. They embraced as old friends would and looked at each other with equal amounts of embraces. Alfie walked towards his wife and gave her a kiss then sat down in his chair as Rosa escorted Sarah to the counter.

"So happy to see you Sarah?"

"Me too it has been a long time? I want to thank you for picking me up."

"Our pleasure, we were surprised by your call." As Rosa busied herself behind the counter.

Sarah didn't want to get into too much detail but she knew that if she didn't say something soon Rosa wouldn't let it go.

"Yeah, I just needed a new scene."

Rosa looked at her, she could tell that there was more to this story just by looking at her face but she didn't want to pry. 'When Sarah was ready to talk she would'. Rosa thought as she slid a plate of salsa, chips and some fruit her way.

"Something to tie you over till supper. Plus you're just in time for the afternoon siesta. So finish up here and I'll take you to your room. I saved your old room for you. Everything is the same as it was when you left it."

"Can I take this with me?"

"Of course dear." Rosa motioned for Alfie to help Sarah take her food upstairs. They walked up the narrow stairwell adjacent to the back of the Canteen. The stairs followed the decrepit old building that desperately needed a new paint job. But to Sarah this was home. Sarah reached her door that was to the left of the stairs. Rosa opened the doors. She had opened the windows and the French doors overlooking the street after she had heard from Sarah in Miami. Sarah put her sunglasses down and the one bag she still had with her down on the table. Alfie put the tray down then walked over and gave Sarah a kiss on the cheek. "Rosa's so glad your home. We will go and let you rest. Come down when you're ready."

Sarah gave Alfie a hug and walked them to the door. "Sweetheart take your time."

"I will and thanks Rosa."

Sarah walked over to the table and grabbed a hand full of grapes and walked back out towards the balcony. The mid day's sun was upon the small town. Businesses were shutting their doors and the streets were becoming vacant. Sarah finished her grapes and walked back in. She sat down by the tray and curled herself up on the chair. She looked at the room and her bags and wondered if she'd made the right move. Her room was scarce compared to LA standards but it had a canopy bed with an off white sheer drapes hanging over the edges. A lone dresser stood in the corner and near the small apartment style kitchen, there stood a small square table with its four chairs and the balcony housed one of those French bistro tables and two chairs. A hammock had been unhooked but Sarah figured that Aflie would set it up for her if she asked. The bathroom had an open roof shower outside the main bathroom with your standard toilet and sink. It's piece of resistance was a crawl tub which Sarah loved to have long warm baths after a long day in the sun. This was home, but someone was missing from it.

BUNKER

'The worst night ever', Chuck declared; a far cry from the night before. Chuck was still in his pajamas. He felt that wearing boxers would probably cause some issues. So he opted on his robot pair that Morgan had given him. He grabbed some breakfast even though the clock read 2:30 pm. He found out that the kitchen would be restocked every day. It reminded him of those kitchenettes you find in hotels lobbies. He wanted to know if they would be providing suppers and such. 'I guess I'll have to wait and find out.' He sat down in his new/old living room and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels but found no channels that carried news, or local television. He found the space channel, HGTV, several music channels, cartoon channel, movies, classic television shows. He wondered why local stations would be omitted, Its 'not like he cared for the local programming but the fact that it was not included made him a little suspicious.

Chuck finished his cereal and was heading back to kitchen, when he heard a little voice. Chuck stopped and looked around and saw no one. He assumed that he must've been hearing things so he continued on walking. "Excuse me ."

Chuck knew then that he wasn't hearing things, unless the voices in his head decided to be polite and call him by his given name. Chuck looked around then saw a face on a screen. The little man introduced himself as Stanley Wilheim Jefferson Fitzroy II, Will for short he stated. He was a nerdy little fella who wore glasses and a three piece suit. Chuck thought to himself who wears three piece suits these days but whatever floats your boat. Chuck put the bowl down and stared at this little guy on this big screen.

"It's finally nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you. You're kind of famous around here; you, Agent Walker and Major Casey. I have read all your reports, I was quite taken back when I heard that they were going to shut down your division and have you move here to work with us?"

Chuck was curious to what Will for short was talking about. It was obvious that he knew nothing of the Intersect so he asked him a few questions.

"So Will for short what is it you do here?"

"Oh man coming from you wow? I am the eyes and ears to these halls." Will chuckles but Chuck doesn't see the humor in it. "Sorry I am here to be at your beckon call. I will order stuff for you, get meals for you, update your music selection, have your clothes washed and dry cleaned. You name it I'll do it."

"Ok can I have a paper?"

Will quickly diverts his eyes off the screen. Chuck knew then that Will wasn't alone. Will waited then returned his eyes back to Chuck. "Sorry Mr. Bartowski, but if there is something else you need. I would gladly help you."

Chuck decided not to rock the boat yet. "So is Major Casey coming back today?"

Will flipped the pages on his clip board, then looked up. "Yes he is expected to arrive within the hour. Would you like me to alert you when he arrives? And would you like to order your supper meal now?"

"Sure on both accounts. What's on the menu today?"

"Whatever you want?"

Chuck thought to himself. He wanted to see if Will was all that he cracked up to be. So Chuck recalled if he was still in the DC area, there had to be a variety of restaurants and choices. And if he wasn't in the area, how far would Will go to get what he wanted? So Chuck decided to have a little fun. "Ok Will you got a pen?"

Will quickly grabbed a pen and waited for his instructions.

"I would like 2 of each – XXL loaded burger, fat salad, fries, chocolate shake, rootbeer all from Fat Burger. A 12 pack of Miller, all dressed potatoes chips, package of strawberry licorice, a few Oh Henry's, carton of cigars, word searches the ones that you add the letters and maybe a few that you circle as well."

Chuck watched as Will hurried his way through the list. Chuck asked him to repeat the list. Once the list was repeated Will took a breath and Chuck laughed to himself.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, where are the cameras? I mean will I have some eyes on me while I pee, have a shower?"

Will again looked at the mystery person. "Mr. Bartowski."

"Chuck my name is Chuck."

"Sorry Chuck. The cameras are here for your safety but to be respectful they are not installed in the shower room or bath room, or your room for that matter."

"Thank you."

"I will get on this list a.s.a.p."

"Thanks."

"No thank you."

Will signed off and Chuck went back to put his dish in the sink. He knew that DC didn't have any Fat Burger restaurants yet so Chuck wanted to see what Will would do. Chuck headed to his room and grabbed his toiletries and headed for a shower. Chuck was still not 100% convinced that the rooms that Will said weren't in the spot light, didn't mean that they weren't bugged. He would ask Casey to check it out when he arrived.

HOURS LATER

The elevator opened as Casey walked in. Chuck was glad that it was a familiar face. Chuck and Casey sat down as they picked up where they left off.

"So how was the first night?"

"Awful, it's not Burbank."

"Sorry man. I don't know what to say and I can relate somewhat. I know what it's like to be in a bunker but I had a job to do. You, well we're not sure what you're going to do."

"Tell me about it. I turned the TV on and there is no local television or channels and when I asked for a newspaper, Will who seems to become my new friend had to converse with someone before he could give me an answer. And on top of it I don't know where I am? Casey where is this bunker?"

Casey didn't know what to tell him because he didn't know the answer. "Chuck I don't know either. Remember after we arrived and drove into a hanger. After that my sense of direction was gone." Casey whispering. "I do know is that you're still in the DC area that I can say for sure. But how deep down can't say?"

Chuck was a little relieved.

"But I think you should know. They come and pick me up and as soon as I arrive I am searched then scanned. Then I am escorted down a long hallway, like I said probably to disorient me but it's been the same route both times. So that tells me that I had to walk at least a city block one way then backtracked a few till I got to the elevator. The floors coming down here go at an alarming speed. So that's what I do know."

"Well it will be interesting to see how this place ticks. Chuck leans in and whispers. "I asked them if I was on camera at all times. They said that there are no cameras in the bathroom, shower and my bedroom but I'm not 100% convinced on the bug thing. So I was wondering if you'd check it out for me."

"Sure let's go." Chuck got up as if he was showing Casey around. Casey made small talk till he got to the bedroom. While Chuck leaned up against the wall looking into his room he continued talking. Casey scanned the walls and lights and Chuck's bed. Casey had spent many a day searching and planting bugs so Chuck trusted him. Chuck remembered finding bugs in the most awkward and unique spots. Casey got up and gave a thumbs up. But there was camera outside his room though. Chuck then took Casey to the washroom. Casey stating that he had to go before supper got there. Chuck waited outside and looked at the solarium. He watched the fish and wondered if they would trade lives as theirs seems to be a little freer than his. Meanwhile Casey looked in drains, faucets, hinges, vents and ceiling panels; they came up clean.

Casey came out and nodded. Chuck heard the elevator and headed back to the main area, where the little nerdy man dropped off Chuck's items. Will didn't stay, he quickly stepped back into the secured room and closed the door. Casey walked up to the bags and helped Chuck unpack them.

As Casey pulled the items out. "Not sure what you had in mind Bartowski?"

"Oh the items. Will said that he could get whatever I wanted so I asked for a few items. I wanted to see if what he said was truth."

Chuck pulled out all the items and at the bottom of the one bag was a DC comic of Superman. With a sticky note: 'You can never go without a superman comic, and I saw that you didn't have this one.'

Chuck tried not to be affected by this gesture but he took it as it was worth, just a gesture and nothing else. Chuck and Casey enjoyed their meal and a few beers. Casey looked up and saw his driver standing by the elevator. Chuck hated this time. It was not that Chuck and Casey were closed but it was the fact that Casey was all that he had left. The other 1/3 had disappeared.

LA HAVANA

Sarah had shower and changed and unpacked some of her bags. She was going to head down stairs as the noise coming from the Canteen spurred on her curiosity but the last bag she hadn't unpacked yet preventing that. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a book that Chuck had given her. Sarah remembered that when Chuck found out that she had not read this book Chuck was shocked, but there were a lot of firsts with Sarah and Chuck. Sarah looking at the front cover, Of MICE AND MEN A tale of brotherhood, dreams, and hope, a bittersweet tale of two men, traveling together, in the midst of the Great Depression. George and Lennie travel together finding work as ranch hands and trying to avoid trouble. Unfortunately, trouble always seems to find them, and this time there seems to be no escaping the trouble.

'If Chuck recommended it shouldn't be that bad'. Sarah put the book down and turned off the lights and headed down the stairs. She sat in the corner with Alfie and watched the crowds come and go. The place was like she remembered, always busy and full of life so she wasn't surprised by it now. She sat and watched the culture much different from the life she had in LA and much different than the life she led as a spy, but like the life she wanted to have with Chuck. Sarah took a drink from her water glass and wondered if these feelings she was feeling would go away. She put the drink down and tried to enjoy her meal.

BUNKER – A month or so later

Chuck finally succumbed to sleep which gave the team a chance to set their plan into motion. They had waited a long month to do this and time was running out. They had loosened their purse strings you could say and Chuck was able to get his music and other items such as pictures, books and his lap top and some video games. Chuck tried to log onto the internet but they claimed that the servers were down so logging onto the internet wasn't possible at this time. Chuck took it all in stride. But they like Chuck decided to be cautious just in case. They decided to work on him as he slept.

Chuck finally sleeping gave the team the access they needed in so many different ways that they couldn't get if he was awake. Alexis White and Thomas Henry stood behind the glass wall in a small cubicle within the secured room scanning Chuck's vitals. She moved over to a set of scanners that she hoped would be able to scan Chuck's brain. She pressed enter and watched as the scanner come down from the dropped ceiling of the bunker in Chuck's room. At first glance the scanner just performed a standard scan of his brain waves. After a few scans she had seen enough and wanted more so she switched and moved onto a modified version of a CT Scan (Computed Tomography). She was able to produce images or slices of Chuck's brain zoning to specific areas that she needed to focus on. She hoped that these cross-sectional images would be answer to the questions that they had.

The next morning the team observed Chuck but he had not shown any symptoms. This continued for the next few weeks. And each day after each test they observed to see if changes were evident. Chuck looked at the clock. Casey was going to come by for a visit as usual. Chuck got ready as the doors opened. Casey smiled and greeted Chuck. Casey saw that Chuck had not shaved and looked like he had been rung through the ringer. Casey had brought pizza and some beers and they sat down. Chuck was surprised that Casey was so chatty. But I guess he had a lot to say.

"So Chuck did we forget to shave this morning?"

"Shave?"

"Yeah you look a little more hairier than you did a few weeks ago."

"Why weeks ago I just saw you a few days ago?"

Casey looked at Chuck. "Chuck I haven't been here. I told you that I had to go back to LA to close up Castle and check on the apartments. You wished me luck and asked me to say hi to the old place?"

"Funny Casey, you and I were playing cards right over there." As, Chuck pointed to the table where they sat. "RIGHT THERE!"

"Chuck, yeah we did but that was weeks ago. I haven't been here since."

Chuck sat back. He knew that Casey wouldn't lie to him. So what was going on?

Chuck sat back as Casey looked him over. Chuck's eyes were blood shot and he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. Casey asked him if he noticed any difference.

"No, I don't think so?"

"So why did you think that it has only been a few days?"

"Don't know? It just feels like it."

"Well something's not right. Plus with the amount of facial hair it's definitely been more than a few days."

Casey was now more than curious he was concerned.

General Beckman's Office

Casey quickly closed the door and sat down at Beckman's desk. It was late so Casey knew that it was a good time to pay her a visit. He had just left Chuck and needed to share his findings.

"So you think that Chuck was drugged?"

"Don't know? I mean he has lost two weeks, literally lost two weeks. He was adamant that I was there just two days ago, but I told him that I had to go to LA to close up Castle."

"So where does he think the last two weeks have gone?"

Casey shook his head.

"Have you found anything that would make you think that something was going on in the bunker?"

"Well Chuck asked me a few weeks ago to check out his room and such after they claimed that he wasn't being watched in all the rooms. I checked for bugs, found none. He also said that he thought that this Will guy was being told what to say and do. Chuck said that when he was talking to him he often adverted his eyes to someone standing close to him."

"Have you seen anyone else come and go when your there?"

"No, it the same soldiers everytime and the same guys who meet me at the gate. I can go as far as the roads leads me then I am transported by car, windows are tinted. I enter the same hanger as we did the first day then I go through this maze where I end up at the elevator to head down."

Beckman looking worried and very concerned. "We need to get some visuals of the bunker. There has to be some blueprints or something on file. If their doing something to Chuck that could explain why they wanted him so fast. Meriweather must be up to something but what?"

"But what can we do? They have Chuck locked up. I am searched everytime I go."

Beckman sat back and folded her hands in front of her. "Casey I think I have an idea."

NEXT MORNING

Beckman paid Chuck a visit unannounced that made the eyes in the secure room nervous. She wasn't expected to visit but for Chuck he was forever grateful. Beckman brought him some old Popular Mechanic magazines and a World Record Book. She had switched some of the contexts of the actual record book with some notes she had prepared for him. She knew that in time Chuck would figure out what she wanted him to do. She just hoped that he would get rid of the evidence once he was done.

Chuck showed Beckman around. Chuck placed the stash on his bed. He knew that her visit was brief and he wasn't sure how to ask her but it had been over a month.

"Sorry Chuck I don't know where she is?"

"Really?"

"Chuck she is good at her job, she can hide quite nicely."

It wasn't what Chuck wanted to hear. He hoped that she would be in contact with at least one of them, if not him.

Beckman gave Chuck a hug and headed to the door. She didn't want to over stay her visit but she hoped that the next time she'd have some news.

Beckman turned around. "I'm going to see if you can get outside for a bit, its always nice to get some fresh air once in awhile." Beckman looked up at the cameras then at Chuck. She wanted to make sure that the all-seeing eyes saw her expression.

SECURED ROOM

Meriweather huffed, he disliked that woman and her spontaneous visit wasn't what he wanted or needed. And by the looks of things she could be back. Thomas Henry and Alexis White watched as well as Beckman left the bunker and headed out of the hanger. As they watched Meriweather watch Beckman, he knew how she operated and he knew that she was up to something but what? As Beckman's ride drove out of the bunker down the grid road to junction she tried to get a visual but the windows were tinted and the button to bring down the window were disarmed. So Beckman sat backing hoping that Chuck would know what to do.

La Havana

The sun was as usual hot and sticky, even for first thing in the morning. Sarah stood in her room separating her whites from her darks. She grabbed a sun dress as she did every morning since she arrived and put it on. She never really wore dresses unless it was for a mission. And most time they were very elegant and expensive. This time her cotton blend sun dress was just what she needed. As she placed it over her head it felt a little snug than it did a few weeks ago. Though it still fit she didn't feel very comfortable in it. She grabbed another one and it fit just fine. Must be too much of Rosa's good cooking, not use to eating like that'.

Sarah tossed the one dress then grabbed her clothes and some laundry detergent and headed down the back stairs, grabbing Chuck's book to read. She walked in and the place was empty. She started her first load and sat down on the chair. She started reading. She wasn't a reader but she had a lot of time on her hands now and when she stopped being busy only one person was one her mind. She ran her fingers up and down the books spine and fanned the pages back and forth. She held the book up to her nose hoping to get a sense of Chuck. She wondered when he last read this book. She knew that last time he held it. It was the night after they were on the mission in search of La Ciudad and Chuck had to learn to tango. Sarah smiled as she started to read:

"For a moment the place was lifeless, and then two men emerged

from the path and came into the opening by the green pool.

They had walked in single file down the path, and even in the open

one stayed behind the other. Both were dressed in denim trousers and

in denim coats with brass buttons. Both wore black, shapeless hats and

both carried tight blanket rolls slung over their shoulders. The first

man was small and quick, dark of face, with restless eyes and sharp,

strong features. Every part of him was defined: small, strong hands,

slender arms, a thin and bony nose. Behind him walked his opposite,

a huge man, shapeless of face, with large, pale eyes, and wide,

sloping shoulders; and he walked heavily, dragging his feet a

little, the way a bear drags his paws. His arms did not swing at his

sides, but hung loosely.

The first man stopped short in the clearing, and the follower nearly

ran over him. He took off his hat and wiped the sweat-band with his

forefinger and snapped the moisture off. His huge companion dropped

his blankets and flung himself down and drank from the surface of

the green pool; drank with long gulps, snorting into the water like

a horse. The small man stepped nervously beside him.

"Lennie!" he said sharply. "Lennie, for God' sakes don't drink so

much." Lennie continued to snort into the pool. The small man leaned

over and shook him by the shoulder. "Lennie. You gonna be sick like

you was last night."

Lennie dipped his whole head under, hat and all, and then he sat

up on the bank and his hat dripped down on his blue coat and ran

down his back. "That's good," he said. "You drink some, George. You

take a good big drink." He smiled happily.

George unslung his bindle and dropped it gently on the bank. "I

ain't sure it's good water," he said. "Looks kinda scummy."

Lennie dabbled his big paw in the water and wiggled his fingers so

the water arose in little splashes; rings widened across the pool to

the other side and came back again. Lennie watched them go. "Look,

George. Look what I done."

George knelt beside the pool and drank from his hand with quick

scoops. "Tastes all right," he admitted. "Don't really seem to be

running, though. You never oughta drink water when it ain't running,

Lennie," he said hopelessly. "You'd drink out of a gutter if you was

thirsty." He threw a scoop of water into his face and rubbed it

about with his hand, under his chin and around the back of his neck.

Then he replaced his hat, pushed himself back from the river, drew

up his knees and embraced them. Lennie, who had been watching,

imitated George exactly. He pushed himself back, drew up his knees,

embraced them, looked over to George to see whether he had it just

right. He pulled his hat down a little more over his eyes, the way

George's hat was…."

Sarah flipped the book over and got up as her wash cycle had finished. She opened the machine and pulled out her clothes shaking them and laying them in the clothes basket. She would hang them up later and let the warm sea air dry them. She grabbed another load, as she tossed in the next load she noticed Chuck's blue shirt. She set the load aside and grabbed the shirt and brought it to her face. His scent was still lingering on it. She placed her arms in the sleeves and wrapped herself up.

THE BUNKER

Chuck walked back to his 7x12 home away from home as he had done for several weeks. Chuck preferred his small area much to the desire of Meriweather who spent a lot of time and money furnishing the bunker to accommodate Chuck. 'His words I want to make you as comfortable as we can.' Chuck laughed to himself but his thoughts were quickly reverted back to Sarah. He grabbed his laptop and as he did the day before that and the day before that.

Meriweather watched as much as he could from the camera in the hall. He needed to know if the scans were making a difference. He needed to work fast as his phone buzzed for the umpteenth time and Alexis and Thomas got back to work, Alexis configured the last scan and pulled up the files to a large screen where Thomas crossed referenced the data with the files Meriweather 'borrowed' from the DNI. He hoped that Orion had left a map to where he could find the answers.

"What are we looking for?"

Meriweather stared at the files and looked at the brain scans. "It has to be here!"

"If you told us what we are looking for then I can narrow down the search."

"Alexis."

Alexis looked at Meriweather then back to the screen, "We have scanned Bartowski for several days and all we have is this, but if you…"

"I have a lot riding on this and Marcello Benetio isn't going to wait much longer. He needs that data and Bartowski is the only one who can give it to us. So keep looking for anything that can be helpful?

"Like what?"

"Thomas, remember Orion."

"Yeah, what about him?"

"I think that he hid some data within the intersect that is needed for a joint adventure and Benetio will pay a hefty amount for the retrieval of that data. So think like Orion."

Thomas and Alexis continued looking at their findings as Meriweather picked up the phone.

"Mr. Benetio." As he walked further into an office within the secure room and closed the door.

Chuck sat on his bed and stared at the pile of stuff that Beckman had dropped off. He opened the first book; Popular Mechanics, as he flipped pages back and forth to engage his interests till he came across a single piece of paper that slid out. Chuck put the book down and sat up a bit more and unfolded the paper.

THE BAT CAVE ISN'T WHAT IT SEEMS THE JOKER IS JUST THAT – SECRETS ARE EASILY FOUND IN THE WALLS… "The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules. And tonight, you're going to break your one rule." Robin: "I'm surprised at you, Batman! Many battles have been won before electricity and telephone were ever invented!" Batman: "Gosh, Robin. You may be right!"

Chuck read the paper over again. 'Beckman either you're coming out as a fan of Batman or your trying to tell me something.'

Just then Chuck heard someone coming. He folded the paper up and slid it in his pocket. Chuck looked up to see Meriweather standing outside his room.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure." Chuck placed the books behind his back.

Meriweather stood looking at Chuck.

"Just came by to see how you have been. It's been over a month since you arrived and we haven't had the time to talk. So how are you fairing?"

Chuck wanted to be honest but decided not to. Instead, he'd rather play into Meriweather's hands hoping that he would spill some info on why he was there.

"Doing fine, it's a lot different than from the stories we heard about this bunker. Those stories scared the geeheebies out of me. And the lengths you went to make it so homey."

Chuck watched Meriweather's facial expressions. He wasn't convinced. So Chuck continued to lay it on thick.

"So what is it I can do for you?"

Meriweather quickly changed his expression. "Well I am glad that you asked. We don't want you to lose your skills as the host of the intersect, we are concerned with your well being so we were wondering if you would help us with some research we are doing. I know that Bryce Larkin sent you the intersect but for National Security we need to know if the files are still safe. We also know that only Agent Walker, Major Casey, General Beckman and Langston's team are the only ones who know that the intersect exist. Is that right?"

Chuck listening to every word that was coming out of Meriweather's mouth. "Yes, I believe so."

"You think?"

"Well I know who knows but that doesn't mean that the rest are as quiet on the issue. You for example, how am I to know that you haven't spilled the beans." Chuck watched as Meriweather's face didn't twitch. Chuck knew that at that point he was up to something.

"Chuck you don't need to worry about your secret. It's safe here and we plan to keep it that way."

'We plan…..I wonder how long this list is and who's involved….' Chuck thought to himself.

Chuck agreed to Meriweather's request. As Chuck put it - take one for the team. The quicker he did what he was told the quicker he could get out and look for Sarah. She had to have a good reason to leave like she did, it just bug him that he didn't know where she was, but who was constantly in his thoughts.

La Havana

A chill ran through her body, one that she hadn't felt in a long time. One she knew wasn't the result of it being cold outside. She rolled up Chuck's sleeves and went about hanging up her clothes from the wash. She got as far as a few dresses when Rosa walked in. Sarah greeted her with a nod and continued with the clothes. Rosa had brought up some food and a pitcher of lemonade. Rosa poured two glasses and sat down. Sarah joined her. She knew that Rosa was there for more than a hospitality trip. Sarah took a sip. She knew that she could trust Rosa. Rosa had been her surrogate mom for many years while her dad and she were on the run. And she knew that it was time to spill the beans.

Sarah sat down. "So what was the reason this time?" Rosa was never a woman to hold her tongue. She said it like she saw it and this was no time to beat around the bush. "Was it a guy? Your job?"

Sarah tried to draw out the response as long as she could but gave in. "Both."

Rosa watched as Sarah's face wasn't as bright anymore. Rosa placed her hand on Sarah's hand and gave it a little squeeze. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes and no, still wondering if I had made right decision. I just left."

"Does this guy know how you feel about him?"

"Don't really know, I mean I cared about him, care about him and he cares about me but there were so many reasons why it wouldn't have worked and just as many reasons why it could have."

"So where is this guy?"

"Don't know."

"And work, you said that it was work?"

"Yeah work was the reason why it wouldn't work."

"Was he your boss?"

Sarah chuckled and turned to Rosa. "No, let's just say that our job relied on both of us taking care of eachother."

Sarah nursed the sandwich and poured another glass for both her and Rosa.

The next morning Sarah had slept in which concerned Rosa. Alfie told her that she probably needed the sleep and not to bother her. But Rosa was concerned based on their conversation the day before. Rosa undid her apron and placed it on the counter and grabbed the tray of breakfast and headed towards the door. "Rosa! You leave that poor girl alone. You have no idea what you'll find once you get up there. She might have a guest? "

Rosa walks out the door and yells back. "Highly unlikely."

Alfie shakes his head and turns back to reading his paper.

Chuck rolls over as Sarah tries to find some fresh air. Chuck unhinges his hold on her as she rearranges herself under the covers. Chuck sits up partially as Sarah catches her breath and fixes her hair. For whatever reason, she feels that she has to look good in Chuck's eyes. Chuck could care less. The warm ocean breeze cools her off and the fresh air recharges a one spent Sarah. Sarah leans back as Chuck wraps his strong arms around Sarah's shoulders. Sarah covers up placing the cotton sheets just under her armpits. Chuck sneaks a peek which he is quickly shot down. "Excuse me Mr. Bartowski I think that you have seen enough." "Never can get enough of you and you know that." Sarah smiled as Chuck held her tighter and kisses the top of her head. She places her hand in his, she knows that Chuck loves her and she loves him. Sarah leans away to look up at Chuck. His deep brown eyes are soft but darker after their love making which Sarah is learning to love. She basks in the view as Chuck leans in and lowers her back down onto the bed. "Ready for more?"

Just then the alarm blares loudly in the room. Sarah rolls over and grabs her knife. A spy, always armed and dangerous. Sarah rolls onto her back and flings the knife at the clock on the dresser. Hitting it dead on, as Rosa walks in with the tray. Rosa screams which startles Sarah even more out of her sleep. Sarah gets up and sees Rosa, the tray, the knife and gets up and pulls the knife out the clock. "Sorry I'll get you a new one."

"No, that's ok. Maybe Alfie was right. Who needs clocks anyways in paradise?"

Sarah walks by the tray and instantly the smells hit her like a ton of bricks. She looks at the tray again then Rosa and covers her mouth and runs into the bathroom. Rosa doesn't know what to think, she smells the tray of eggs and bacon, wondering what the fuss is about. She knows it can't be her food. Rosa waits as Sarah cleans up in the bathroom and walks back in and sits down. She can't stomach the food but grabs the glass of grapefruit juice and takes a sip. Rosa stands up to see if she felt warm, maybe it was a flu bug, she had to make sure that it wasn't her cooking. Rosa returned to her seat. "Feel better."

"It should be me asking you that and not the other way around. Checking my forehead is what you do if someone is sick and I'm not sick. I feel fine." Moments later Sarah runs back to the bathroom.

Rosa follows and waits outside the door. When things quieted down Rosa knocked on the door. Sarah opened it and walked out and went to lay down.

"Sarah?"

Tears filled her eyes. "Don't ask me."

"Ok you rest and I'll make an appointment to see a doctor ok?"

Sarah nodded as Rosa covered her up.