Disclaimer: Still don't own Chuck, but if I did, oh boy, the fun I would have, haha.

A/N: Okay, so I'm continuing the saga of the "Adorable Psycho" once again, and this time, it's a multi-parter. I hadn't intended for it to be that at first, but this story just kept growing! I really think this is the best of the bunch, so far, but I'll leave that for you to decide. This will probably be two or three chapters when it's all said and done with, I'm thinking. Now, some folks have voiced a bit of apprehension about Sarah behaving in such a sociopathic fashion. To those people I say: sorry! That's just the story I want to tell with this Sarah. She's a lot of fun to write, and she's just so loveable, even if she is terrifying, haha. Now, this part doesn't have quite as many laughs, I think, but this has always been about dark comedy anyway, so it is what it is, I suppose. Thank you as always to the great MXPW for some key input, helping me sort out my many scatter-brained ideas, and for the encouragement to write this. If you like it, why not drop him a line and say thanks. If you don't like it, I assure you, it's all my fault. By the way, in case you missed it, this is the exact same A/N from the first chapter. Yeah, I got lazy, so sue me, haha. I really hope you enjoy the story, and I look forward to your feedback. Thanks!

Adorable Psycho's Letter of the Law

Part II: The Great Cover Up

Cast in order of appearance

Sarah Walker --- Yvonne Strahovski
Female Doctor --- Christine Lahti
Devon Woodcomb --- Ryan McPartlin
Dr. Todd --- Robert Maschio
Incapacitated body 1 --- Kate Beckinsale
Incapacitated body 2 --- Megan Fox

West Side Medical Center
Los Angeles, California
November, 2010

Sarah walked through the halls of the hospital with purpose. The more she thought about it, the more she thought that this crazy idea of hers just might work.

Bursting through the doors to the doctors' lounge, she began to search out her target.

"Hey, this is for doctors only!" some lady doctor said indignantly. Sarah only briefly acknowledged her with a wave of her hand before continuing her scan.

Then she saw him sitting on the couch, engrossed in some apparent break-time reading. "Devon, I need to speak to you in private," Sarah said.

"Sarah?" Devon asked nervously, looking up from the newspaper he'd previously been engaged in. "What's wrong?"

"We really need to do this in private," Sarah insisted.

"Way to go Devon!" piped one of the other male doctors in the room. "A little nookie on the side. And a hot one too!"

Devon and Sarah both turned a wicked glare towards the man, quieting him immediately.

Once they were in the hall, Sarah turned to Devon. "I really hate that guy," she said flatly.

"Yeah," Devon drawled. "Todd is – well, Todd."

Sarah seemed to accept that explanation, as they continued to walk towards the front entrance.

"Where are we going?" Devon asked. "What's going on? Is there something wrong with Chuck?" He was clearly getting nervous.

"There's nothing wrong with Chuck," Sarah assured him, not breaking stride. "There's just something I need your help with," she explained.

"Wait, is this something," Devon paused, looking around him before leaning down to whisper in Sarah's ear. "Is this something spy related?"

Sarah thought about her answer for a moment. On one hand, she could lie and say it was spy related, and it would save her from any questions Devon might have. On the other, well, there was no real advantage to telling him that it had nothing to do with her covert life, and she just decided to beat the shit out of two random women. No, the spy thing was definitely the way to go. And it wasn't a complete lie. She was a spy, and she was defending her rights of ownership over Chuck, who was a spy. So it was related to two people who happened to be spies.

"Yes," she said simply. Then added: "I need help with a couple of – potential threats."

"Sarah, I don't know," Devon said nervously. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd be glad to help and everything, but I don't know if I can really handle all the ass kicking, and shooting, and stuff that you guys do."

Sarah smiled to herself. "Don't worry. I'm pretty sure you can help me with this," she said as they walked through the sliding glass doors.

Sarah grabbed two stretchers to pull behind her as they made their way to her car. When they got there, she threw open the door, revealing her trophies.

"Whoa, not awesome, Sarah," Devon said, surveying the two brunette women who lay bloody and unconscious in Sarah's car. "What the hell happened to these two?"

"I happened to them," Sarah said with a scowl on her face.

"Huh," Devon said. "Doesn't look like it was much of a fight. You don't have a scratch on you." Then looking at Sarah, "Except for that," he said, pointing to Sarah's eye.

Sarah leaned down to look in the passenger's side mirror. Sure enough, there was a large mark around her left eye. Shit! That was certainly going to leave a nasty shiner. Well, a little extra makeup never killed anyone. "Bitch got in a lucky punch," Sarah said dangerously.

"And you're never going to get the blood out of your upholstery," Devon said.

"Yeah, that thought had occurred to me. Listen, can you help me or not?" she asked impatiently.

"Well, I guess. What do you need me to do?"

"Keep them alive," Sarah said simply.

"That's it?" Devon asked, surprise clear in his expression.

"Yep, that's it," Sarah said. "Oh, and don't tell Chuck anything about this. You know how he always gets sand in his vagina about people dying and stuff."

"You want me to keep a secret from Chuck?" Devon asked indignantly.

"No, Devon. I need you to keep this a secret from Chuck. Your country needs you to keep this a secret from Chuck." Okay, that part was just ridiculous, but maybe Devon would buy it. He could be kind of thick sometimes.

"So, who are they?" Devon asked seemingly unfazed by Sarah's request, as he began to haul the first woman out of the car to place her on a stretcher.

"Devon," Sarah said warningly.

"Right, right, I get it. Top secret or whatever."

"Just know that I need them alive, for," dammit, think of something, Sarah, "possible further questioning." Lame.

"Right," Devon said skeptically. She should have known he wouldn't buy it. "Sarah, these women aren't spies at all, are they?"

"Of course they're spies," Sarah whispered defensively.

"Oh, sure they are. This probably has nothing to do with your agreement with Chuck. Isn't it article three that deals with killing people?" Devon asked snidely.

"How do you know about that?" Sarah demanded. "Did Chuck tell you?"

"No," Devon said. "Chuck didn't tell me."

"Then who?!" Sarah asked, her voice now sounding very dangerous.

Devon lost the apparent confidence he'd had just a moment before when he saw the murderous look on Sarah's face. "Um, it was John!" he blurted out.

"I'm going to kill Casey," Sarah grumbled. "Listen, fine, that's exactly what this is about. I already reached my limit for the week, and I can't let them die, because Chuck will be all pissed off, and our anniversary is Wednesday. You understand, right?"

"I don't know, Sarah. I don't think it's a good idea to keep this from Chuck," he answered uncomfortably.

"Huh, well, how about I put it this way: You keep this a secret from Chuck, or Ellie might somehow find out about that little 'incident' with Agent Garcia," Sarah said with an evil grin.

"I just did what Chuck told me to do! He told me I had to sell it. And it was just a kiss!" Devon whined.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure Ellie wouldn't see it that way. Especially if she got the video surveillance of that magical night, and had to watch it out of context."

"So I'm stuck being an accessory to murder then?" Devon asked defeated.

"Tell ya what, you help me with this, and I give you the photos, the video, and the audio of that night, and we call it even. Deal?" Sarah asked.

"Do I have a choice?" Devon asked still very dejected.

"You always have a choice, Devon. I mean, if you want your marriage to not fail, then your choices are limited, but that said…" Sarah let her voice trail off, knowing she had Devon right where she wanted him.

"Fine, I'll do it," Devon said unenthusiastically, loading the second woman onto a stretcher. "So what's the cover?"

Sarah thought about it for a moment, and as a plan began to formulate in her head, a smile started to form on her face. "Please take good care of my sisters, Joan and Penelope Walker, doc. I'll be sure to call to check on them later."

A/N: Okay, this chapter was a bit shorter, but it sets up the final chapter, when everything comes to pass. Sarah has covered up her sin, but will it stay hidden? And if so, for how long? Will she make it to her anniversary? Lot of questions to be answered in the next installment. I really hope you enjoyed it, and please review. You guys are awesome. Peace.