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Deep Voiced Man: Previously, in the Sarah vs The Fan Fiction 'verse;
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"Well who let them get their hands on benzyl-diethyl-hydrazine? They're supposed to be smart over at JPL."
"..."
"What do you mean fourteen tons?"
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"When Gummy Bears Attack."
"You really rely a lot on that elfin charm of yours, don't you?"
Sarah smiled, just a little, while she slowly loosened one and then a second button on her blouse.
Then she faked a yawn and stretch to strain the remaining buttons. A lot. She checked surreptitiously that Chuck was watching. Of course he was, even if he'd turned a funny color.
She then lent forward on the Orange Orange counter way more than she needed to.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you are talking about, Chuck" she purred at the window. It seemed she found something about the sight of Lester's Eeyore themed bandaid across his nose fascinating.
Chuck couldn't help himself. He heard music, and angels were singing in the distance. His eyes were drawn as if magnetised by the soft, creamy visage of flesh and lace revealed before him... The power to his jaw muscles dissipated, and said jaw then slackened a bit.
He mumbled something, and then turned bright red.
"What did you just say?" she was now upright, her hands on her hips. Somehow the buttons had done themselves back up.
"Nothing" he tried to move floor tiles with his Converse's.
The gummy bear hit him mid forehead.
"What?" her hands were still on her hips, as if they'd never moved.
"Sarah, I'm so sorry. It just sort of... popped in there" he blurted.
"What!" her blonde hair swirling in wrathful vengeance.
"...If you want them, come ...and claim...them..." he stammered, his eyes wide trying to outstare the onrushing catastrophe.
The second gummy bear still got him, even though he ducked. He had a little red mark on his forehead now. Shaped just like a...
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Fourteen tons of rocket fuel occupies a respectable volume. Three trucks that looked awfully like milk tankers were a little hard to hide.
And Jeff wasn't a genius. He had his moments, for sure. The last one had been on a Thursday, in 1982. So parking the tankers on his mother's street was kind of obvious.
Chuck rode shotgun with Casey in the lead tanker, as they drove them back to JPL. Two other NSA agents drove the other tankers, followed by more agents in vans. Followed at a safe distance by one very nervous agent driving a shiny Crown Victoria.
"You know you have a little red mark, just there" Casey pointed at his forehead.
"I believe I do."
"... It looks kind of like a gummy..."
"Just drive. OK?" Chuck focused out the windshield.
Casey made a happy grunt
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"Chuck, wasn't it?"
"Hi, yeah. Dr..."
"Hofstadter. Call me Leonard, please. Look, thanks for keeping this quiet. They only just let me back around volatiles. After the whole North Korea, Kim thing..." he drifted to a contemplative silence "Um, so where your friend?"
"He's just..." Chuck started to point at the loading dock.
"No, I mean..."
"Oh, yeah well, she couldn't..."
"Ask him about the gummy bears" Casey's dulcet tones drifted across the loading dock.
"It's complicated" admitted Chuck.
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Casey dropped Chuck off at Castle. He gleefully suggested tactical gear might be an option. Sarah ignored the pair of them as they opened the freezer.
"Feels toasty in here, compared to out there" was Casey's cheerful observation, before they were allowed access to Castle. Casey reported to Beckman that the fuel had been returned, before returning to the Buy More, with a departing "Try not to let her kill you. I hate paper work."
After a little while, Chuck used his workstation to open a view of the Orange Orange. Sarah had already opened a view of him down in Castle and was standing with her arms folded. So the pair of them stared at each other, watching each other watch each other, without saying a word.
With a sigh, he started his search engine, and stared at it, without doing anything.
In the afternoon, Chuck tried a peace offering of buying her a cappuccino. She just stared at him for the longest time, before his nerve broke, and he fled for the cafe. When he came back, she still didn't say anything. He left her coffee and muffin on the counter and fled downstairs.
At closing time, he waited for her to lock up, and then followed her to her car. Casey was just getting to his, and offered Chuck "an arctic weight jacket for the ride home. Looks like it's still a bit nippy."
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They rode to her hotel in silence. She drove the Porsche hard. So conversation would have been difficult over the engine note. After parking, she didn't wait for him, so he had to run to catch the same elevator as her. He wasn't all that certain he wanted to ride the same cart as her, but then would she let him into the room if she got there first?
Another silent ride. When she opened the door to her room, she said her first word to him since the second gummy bear hit him with a precision second only to laser guided ordinance. "Inside!"
He stepped meekly through the door. He dropped his bag and turned to face her. He suddenly found himself with Sarah hungrily kissing him. The bed hit in the back of his knees, and they toppled still locked together.
"Chuck that was brilliant" Sarah said, once she'd run out of air.
"So we sold an 'agent angry with her asset' to everyone?" he grinned up at her from where she had him pinned.
"I haven't seen Casey that happy since he zeroed his .50 cal. And the General called up while you were returning the fuel. Why did they take the fuel, by the way?"
"Mythbusters."
"Bless you."
"No, it's a show. Something about a getting Jeff's old van..."
"Loretta" she supplied.
"...to fly off a ramp. And or set a land speed record. They were a little confused about that. OK, so how do you know Loretta?"
"CIA trade secret. You can torture me, I'll never tell."
"Really?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Mm hmmm" she nodded.
He grinned, and rolled her over, pinning her down. He lifted her blouse, exposing a perfect bellybutton.
"Chuuuuck" she warned him.
He traced slow circles around the navel with his tongue. His eyes glinting with not-so-secret pleasure, stared back up at her.
"You start this... Oh God... you'd better damn well finnishhhhh..." she arched her back as he moved the circle.
"Ready to talk now, agent?" he muffled into flesh.
"...Do your worst..."
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They ate dinner out of the pizza box, while lying on her bed.
"So, how's the search thingy going?" she asked after breaking off the string of cheese.
"I kind finished it the second day in Castle" he admitted with a sheepish grin.
"Chuuuck" she found a pillow to clobber him with "Why didn't you tell me?"
"During the day, we've got cameras, remember? And when we get back here, well there are all these distractions..." he leered at a pair of them. "Besides, if we tell them I've finished, I go back to Ellie, and my little bugged bedroom" he shrugged.
"So what have you been doing down there for the past week and a bit? Huh?" she emphasised with the pillow.
He grinned back at her "Well, some of it was fine tuning the program. And hacking a portal into the CIA and NSA's database. Scary shit in there. Tweak it here and there. Running tests on the fan fiction. Reading some fictions. Hey, I have to check the data, right?" he was able to parry the pillow this time "So, I've got the remaining five days under your care. I'm going to make the most of it."
"Oh, are you?"
"What? Tired of me so soon?"
"Nah, I was worried you might be getting tired of these" her eyes dipped to her bare chest, and back, with a twinkle "This afternoon, it looked like you weren't interested any more..."
"Never."
"If you want them, come and claim themmmm" but he already had.
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