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Chuck faced a long table with Casey and Neil on either side of him. On the table was every gun he could ever imagine that existed.

"This is a normal agent's arsenal Chuck." Neil said lighting a cigarette with a stainless steel Zippo lighter.

"Can you not do that?"

"Sorry princess you want to go up against Neil Flynn and his smoking habit you better be holding a gun in your hand." Casey said. Neil laughed and dropped his smoke. He ground it with his foot.

"Kid's right, should cut back."

"Kid honestly? I'm like the same age as all of you. Maybe older then Nicole and Nora!"

"Let's pay attention here Chuck. I want you to identify me the Beretta Rx4 Storm bolt-action rifle." Chuck nodded. He closed his eyes and went blank. He'd trained himself to be able to use the Intersect to search through the wide database. He approached the Beretta and held it up for Neil to see.

"Good. Now do you know how to use it?"

"I've never seen a man who doesn't have previous military experience use a gun so well." Neil said as he placed the last gun Chuck used on the table. Chuck smiled.

"Lots and lots of Call of Duty 4."

"Ha." Neil and Casey laughed.

"Good shots in the training exercise to extract him. You saw right?"

"Oh yeah. Rage and adrenaline. Particularly after you and Sarah were shot. Heart Chuck. That's what its all about. Heart. Get a shotgun we got some close range to practice on."

Days had passed. Chuck had moved from Weapons to Sense Training with Ryan to training with the Deveraux's seeing as Sarah was still looking for Roan. Chuck was grunting holding the barbell. Vincent stood over him holding the bar just in case.

"Come on Chuck! One more you can do it!"

"AAARRGH!" Chuck roared pushing harder and pushed up. He dropped the bar onto the hooks. He sat up clutching his arms.

"That was great Chuck. Moving up from 40 to 120 in a week is a great accomplishment." Chuck nodded as he was doing the breathing exercise Stephanie taught him.

"Chuck. You ready for some stamina workouts." Stephanie called. She was indicating a bike.

"Yeah." He picked up a water bottle and chugged its contents. He pulled his shirt back on and sat on the bike. Locking his feet in place, placing his hands on the bars.

"Ass up Chuck this isn't a bike ride." Stephanie said mounting the other bike. Chuck sighed and nodded.

"Ok Chuck. Bikes are programmed. We're running away from an Oldsmobile today. You'll get an electric shock anytime you slow down enough for the car to ram into you." This was the CIA training technique train them to be able to outrun a car on a bicycle. Chuck nodded.

"Go!" Chuck started to pedal. He kept up a fast steady pace for fifteen minutes before his speed started to fall. His hands got a shock.

"Ah!" he fell onto his seat.

"AH!" he leaped back up and pedaled harder. Half-an-hour later did Stephanie finally stop. Chuck fell off his bike.

"Maybe we're pushing him too hard?" Stephanie asked.

"No. I'm fine. You guys only have so much to work with." Chuck gasped.

"If you say so, Chuck. Go do your crunches. I want fifty." Chuck looked up in agony and nodded.

Sarah only returned the next week with Roan Montgomery in tow. Chuck had spent all his time working out.

"Hello Charles."

"Roan. Good to see you." Chuck said shaking his hand.

"I'm sorry the Montgomery didn't work. Other factors were not counted. Such as Bryce Larkin."

"Its ok. You ready to teach me how to make Jessica Alba want me?"

"Are you ready to learn?"

"Firstly Chuck we must talk about. Attire. I understand you have taken to wearing suits. I approve. But we have to talk designer. Who were you last wearing?"

"K-Mart."

"We have a lot of work to do. What, Charles, are the only four approved designers to wear on a seduction track?"

"Um. Armani?"

"Good."

"Prada."

"Good."

"Versace."

"Good."

"Hugo Boss."

"Wrong! This is not a circuit of a Hollywood Night Club, Chuck. This is seduction. Gucci, Charles, Gucci." Four suits hung on models. All tailored to fit Chuck.

Chuck fixed the cuffs on his Versace suit.

"Very good. We will have to talk about grooming. The hair is starting to make funny animal shapes. The sideburns are good we'll keep those. Now then Charles the team has very kindly agreed to stage a high-class bar in there. You are to work your way up to Agent Walker. The four women in there Charles have very…different personalities and I will teach you how to get them all. Earwig in?"

"Yep."

"Yes, Charles, Yes."

"Right. Roan just-."

"Go." Chuck breathed in and walked through the door and was shocked for a minute. They had actually built a bar. He saw the entire team there. Sarah was by the bar alone.

"Remember Chuck. Every eye must be on you."

"How?" Chuck said to his watch.

"As you can see Vincent is playing Host. He will reject you from entry. As will many in the coming years. Be commanding." Roan said.

"Excuse me sir. Members only." Vince said blocking his path with a smile.

"Excuse me sir! But do you know who I am?" Chuck said in a loud voice which made the others look at him.

"Too boastful Chuck." Roan said into his earwig.

"Rewind folks." Roan's voice called over a speaker.

"Excuse me sir. Members only." Chuck cocked his head slightly and fixed him with a steely gaze.

"Charles Carmichael. Check your list Mr. Deveraux." Chuck said in a soft but commanding voice which caught the attention of some of the others.

"We have no record of you sir, I'm sorry."

"Chuck now is where you bribe." Chuck nodded at Vincent thoughtfully and reached into his pocket.

"My good fellow. I'm sure if you checked again. You'd find me." Chuck said shaking his hand. Vincent nodded.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Carmichael please come in." Vincent said pocketing the CIA money and walking away. Many were eying him with speculative glasses. He walked down the room. He snapped his finger walking past a random guy he didn't know dressed in a uniform. The man was upright and followed Chuck on his walk to a private booth.

'Yes, sir?"

"Dry martini. Two olives." Chuck said settling down and folding his legs.

"Right away." the man vanished.

"Very good Charles. Very good indeed." Roan said.

"Now what?" Chuck asked softly.

"Locate the four women."

"Sarah's at the bar with Roland." Sarah looked into her glass when she heard, she liked that he noticed her first. Of course he would. She knew how he felt about her.

"Good."

"Nora is with Josh by the palm plant."

"Indeed."

"Nicole is alone at a booth. Stephanie is serving I think."

"Very good Chuck. What do you notice?"

"Well I'm supposed to work on Sarah right? But she's with Roland?"

"Indeed. Many a time will you have to coerce a woman away from her current man. For now we'll focus on Stephanie."

"Whoa. No. Vince will kill me." Vince laughed. Everyone was ear wigged.

"Let's focus Charles. When your drink comes I want you to wait till Stephanie is close enough and you shall summon her." Casey came with his drink.

"Your martini sir."

"Thank you John." Casey sneered and walked away .A few minutes passed and Stephanie walked past.

"Excuse me."

"Yes, sir?"

"Pause everybody." Roan called.

"What?" Chuck asked.

"How will you handle this?"

"Um. Miss I feel your establishment has very poor service."

"And why is that sir?" Stephanie asked.

"Well, you haven't come to check on me yet. I feel that the beautiful woman of the bar should visit her patrons every so often."

"Brilliant Charles. Carry on."

"Well what can I do to help you sir?"

"How about joining me for a drink?"

"I'm sorry sir I'm on the job."

"Oh. I'm sure your boss won't mind. I just paid him a very fine amount to even let me in this club. Barkeep. Get her what she likes."

"Very good Charles. Never taking No for an answer." Stephanie sat hesitantly.

"Now then. What's your name?"

"Stephanie."

"Charles Carmichael. I'm sorry I can't she's married!" everyone laughed.

"Chuck you have to seduce a lot of married people."

"Ain't right."

"Don't worry Chuck. Its not like this is going anywhere." Vincent said.

"Fine. What now Roan?"

"Charm her."

"Oh gee thanks. How?"

"Let's see she's a working class girl. She may want luxuries and she may hate those who have it. Stephanie will portray both. Now guess which one she is first."

"I own the penthouse at the Grand Mirage. Perhaps you'd like to come see it."

"Uh. No thanks."

"Well how about a walk along the pier followed by dinner at the dingiest diner in town with a reputation for almost homicidally greasy burgers."

"Good save Chuck." Chuck looked surprised. that was maybe the lamest line he'd ever come up with. Maybe if someone was writing this scenario they should actually come up with a good save. but this wasn't a piece of fiction. this was life.

Chuck had gotten Stephanie to agree to come up to his room, a room key from Nicole, found out Nora and Josh were posing as friends and got her to wink at him with a promise of seeing soon.

"Charles you are doing amazingly well. But now we face the hardest challenge. Sarah and Roland are a couple. You have to show how he is inferior to you."

"Are you kidding me? Have you seen Roland in a fight?" Roland laughed.

"Just do as I say Charles." Chuck leaned on his elbow on Sarah's side of the bar.

"Barkeep refill."

"Coming up." Chuck turned to Sarah.

"Well Hello." It was very difficult for Sarah to glance at him the way she did.

"Hi." She turned away.

"Charles Carmichael and you are."

"In a relationship."

"With me."

"Well no harm in introducing ourselves is there? Here's my card." Chuck placed his new business card on the table.

"Can we just pretend that says Carmichael." Chuck whispered.

"Chairman of Zenith Software? You're not the Charles Carmichael? The guy who own the Grand Mirage too?" Sarah said pretending her interest had only just been caught.

"That would be I. and you are?"

"Sarah Walker." Sarah said holding her hand. He took her hand and kissed it.

"Pleasure Ms. Walker."

"Roland Gomez."

"Uh huh." Sarah and Chuck weren't breaking eye-contact.

"And what do you do Mr. Gomez?" Chuck said still holding Sarah's hand.

"I'm a personal trainer."

"Ah helping depressed housewives try and regain their youth. Very rewarding." Roland grimaced as Sarah gave a small giggle.

"Teasing him. Charles that's good." Roan said.

"Well we're not all born with a silver spoon." Roland said defensively.

"Oh I'm far from a silver spoon. I was an orphan at 14."

"Went to Chino Hills and got a scholarship to Stanford. Graduated with honors in Computer Engineering." Sarah recited.

"I see my Wikipedia page precedes me." Chuck said with a smile.

"Indeed." Sarah laughed.

"Personal Training must pay well huh Roland? Being a member of this club?" Chuck said looking around.

"Um. My brother's…the host." He said softly.

"That's ok. I bribed your brother to let me in." Chuck said in a stage whisper.

"Your martini sir." Casey said.

"Thank you John." Casey sneered again and walked away.

"And what of you Ms. Walker what do you do?"

"I'm in Communications."

"Ah. Cell phones. Fun." Chuck said turning away.

"No! I'm a Vice-President of Communications at a Conglomerate."

"I see. Costco Advertising Consultant?"

"I-uh! No!"

"If you ever feel like moving up in the world. Here's my number." Chuck wrote his number and address on the back of the card and downed his drink. He walked out. Roan pulled him back in.

"I think he passed."

"Hell yeah!" the others called.

"We worked on the kiss before but I didn't get the right feeling. Passion was there. But we need-."

"Whoa, whoa. Passion?"

"Yes Charles. Passion. I want raw emotion. Kiss her again." Chuck rubbed his face and turned to look at Sarah who scratched her nose then looked expectantly at him. He rolled his eyes and had her in his arms in a moment and kissed her in another. They pulled away staring at each other.

"Hmm. Again." Roan said.

"Oh c-." Chuck began to protest. Sarah held the back of his head.

"Its training Chuck." He sighed and took her face and kissed her again.

"Too soft Chuck. Not as much emotion as before. Again. "

"Look! Its in my report the feelings I have for Sarah! Isn't this provoking those feelings?"

"Charles you'll have to overcome feelings."

"Its ok Chuck."

"For who?"

It had taken four hours before Roan was finally satisfied with how Chuck kissed Sarah. Chuck lay restless in his bed that night. He pursed his lips and winced slightly. He felt them. They ached slightly. He would have been ecstatic about that if maybe he and Sarah were an actual couple. How could they do it? Just share intimacy with randoms? Chuck shook his head and got up. Pulling on pajama bottoms and scratching the back of his head, he made his way downstairs. He heard a shuffle. Newly trained instincts kicking into gear he walked to an end table in between Vince and Stephanie's room and Nicole's room. Opening the drawer he took our a Kahr 9mm. he loaded the ammo in and clipped the silencer on. Keeping the gun trained on the ground and safety off he proceeded downstairs in the cautionary way he'd learnt. He silently moved down the stairs. Checking the entrance hall he moved to the sitting room and living room. Clearing them both he entered the dining room. He saw the kitchen light on and a shadow move across the tiles. Clearing the dining room he proceeded in. he saw a blonde in a nightgown at the stove. Chuck's cold foot made a sound on the tile as he stepped on. Sarah turned in a swift motion raising her own gun. Chuck held his hands up his gun hanging off his index finger.

"Oh hey Chuck." Sarah said putting the gun on the countertop.

"Hey."

"What's with the gun?"

"Heard something move. Turned out to be a beautiful blonde in a nightgown….cooking?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"Neither." Chuck said putting the safety on his gun back. taking the ammo out and leaving the gun and ammo on the island in the middle of the kitchen. He approached her.

"What are you cooking?"

"The Sarah Walker special. An omelet."

"Wow. I haven't had one of those since…"

"The Suburb Mission." Sarah said with a smile. Chuck grinned too.

"I made extra. Pull up a chair Agent Bartowski."

They sat silently picking at their food.

"Chuck. You know this doesn't have to be awkward."

"Its not awkward." Chuck said slowly.

"Look. Like you said I know you're crazy about me."

"Mm."

"I-." She cut off as a wild-haired Casey in his Dennis the Menace's father pajama's came in.

"Walker. Bartowski."

"Casey." Sarah said picking up her plate and walking to sink.

"Casey." Chuck said silently cursing him.

"I wasn't interrupting was I?" Chuck and Sarah glanced at each other.

"No.-"

"Not at all-."

"Nuh-uh-."

"We were just heading to bed." Sarah said.

"Separate beds I hope." Casey said in an undertone. Chuck threw his fork at him.

"What were you going to say before Casey showed up?"

"Nothing. Good night Chuck." Sarah entered her bedroom and leaned against the door breathing out.

"I'm crazy about you too." She whispered. Chuck stood outside her door for a while before Casey came up behind him holding a burrito and a glass of scotch.

"Your bedroom's down the hall Bartowski."

"Casey will you keep the stupid one liners to yourself." Chuck said taking the scotch glass from his hand and downing it walking away leaving it on the side table. Casey growled.

"Now that we're good with the kissing. Let's talk about love-making Chuck." Chuck who was sipping coffee choked and fell off his chair. The mug fell on him and sizzled Sarah let her head fall into her hands.

"Hot coffee." Chuck winced. He pulled himself up his shirt sticking to his chest.

"Roan. No. this-too far!"

"Its not like I'm watching Chuck. You and Agent Walker-."

"NO!" Roan rubbed his eyes.

"Chuck you will be forced sometimes to sleep with women on a mission."

"You know. Its not like I'm a virgin. But I will not. I have more respect for the art of sex than you do Roan. And I believe it shouldn't be done just for testing purposes." Roan rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Charles when you and Agent Walker finally do sleep together-." Both coughed loudly and obviously.

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