Don't own Chuck
Sarah had just finished talking with General Beckman informing her of their current situation and that Jill and Chuck had been found. Sarah reached for the door handle but found it locked then as she turned back looking at Chuck from the back windows she saw Chuck putting on body armor and holstering two tranq guns. She frantically tried the passenger side but it was locked too. Oh, Chuck not again remembering what had happened in Milan. Chuck sacrificing himself to save her by closing a door that trapped himself inside with five tugs, body guards for Sofia Stepanova. Sarah's love had set Casey's car in detention mode to keep her safe.
"I'm sorry," said Chuck as he placed his hand on her window. "I have to. I love you."
"No, Chuck, no!" Thinking quickly Sarah called Casey and put him on speaker as she search the dash for some hidden button. "John listen Chuck locked me in your stupid car and he's gone to take on the pact by himself. Is there any way you can let me out?"
"Sarah as much as I understand how you feel Chuck's right. I think you need to sit this one out."
"No John you don't, I need him to be okay. I love him John. I love him. And if you don't let me out of here I'm going to start shooting at anything and everything then I'll take a knife to your upholstery."
"You wouldn't." But he knew she would and for Chuck worse.
"John let me out." There was pause on the line.
"Turn on the radio and enter this code," Casey gave her the numerical password. "This is against my better judgment. Ah you got to be kidding me."
"What is it? Asked Sarah as the locks popped open on the car doors.
"Uncle Bernie's combination 10 25 1917 freaking Commie if he weren't dead I'd kill him."
"But Jill didn't you tell us he moved down under and bought a farm?" Sarah heard in the background.
"Well hello Uncle Bernie, Merry Christmas!"
"What did you find?"
"You wouldn't believe what Uncle Bernie left under the Christmas tree."
Sarah hung up with Casey then went to the trunk to retrieve extra ammo and another pistol. After she got what she could carry she made her way towards Chuck. Actually it was almost too easy to walk over as the Wolf and his men had all their attention on the Roberts' house. Being pregnant had its advantages especially walking around in a residential neighborhood if it weren't for her friends Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson and their Italian buddy Mr. Beretta no one would have given her a second look.
"What are you doing here," Chuck said when he saw her. "Casey, I should have known. I'm going to have to talk with him."
"No, leave him alone. You and I really are going to have to have a talk when this is done," then she kissed him. "But I do appreciate your concern Sweetie but I can take care of the two of us. I love you."
"Only you can make a firefight sexy. Well you're here and I can't do anything about it. Are you ready Love?"
"Of course what's the plan? I trust you."
"Just stay behind me and follow my play. Will you do that?" He knew better than ask but he had to.
As the Alpha began to engage the target Morgan opened the front door for Casey. He was standing in the hallway inside with a XM214 prototype, a five rotary-barreled machine gun designed by the boys at GE and up to 4,000 rounds of hell a minute. Casey annihilated Alpha and his whole team in one trigger squeeze.
Chuck and Sarah from the right side took Charlie team by surprised. Neither teams had a chance to open fire. Bravo team stunned by the sudden turn of tides began to engage Casey with the idea of breaching the house. Their assault was short lived but tenacious they wouldn't go down without a fight.
"John I've got incoming," screamed Morgan as he ducked behind a wall as glass flew through the room from the far window.
"Look out Morgan," yelled Jill as she returned fire. "I'm out," she screamed to Morgan as the slide locked back.
"Here take mine," he said as he threw her the gun Casey had entrusted him with complete with bullets. Jill fired until she ran out again by then Morgan had gone to Uncle Bernie's stash and came back with more weapons. He tossed her a M-4 in time to drop a beta coming in through the window.
"Morgan, go down in the basement and guard Skye for me please."
"But you and Casey need me here."
"Please, I have to know my daughter's safe." He turned and ran as bullets hit around him peppering the walls as glass from picture frames exploded all around. Looking back he saw Jill embracing her M-4 with a cold stare in her eyes and Casey smoking away on a cigar with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. He was sure there was a grunt in there somewhere but he couldn't hear over the gun fire.
Outside wasn't much better after their initial success in taking the Wolf's men by surprise the rest were proving to be more difficult to take out than first thought. Sarah and Chuck were firing from behind parked cars selecting their targets now with care not wanting to waste ammo.
"What's that," asked Chuck looking up. Sarah was pleased because for once she knew something he didn't.
"Say hello to Beckman's reinforcements." Black chutes opened up above as the 101st airborne descended. The General's troops were soon on the ground and what seemed certain doom then a draw was now turned into a stunning success.
It was then Chuck saw him. Wolf was trying to make his escape dashing towards one of the SUVs.
"Sarah cover me," yelled Chuck as he ran after Wolf. Chuck grabbed him and pulled him out of the vehicle. Facing each other in the middle of the street 'High Noon' and the fight was on. Both knew that neither would back down. Wolf threw a right and a left Chuck blocked both coming back with back fists. Wolf pulled a knife and slashed out at Chuck but he countered with double crescent kicks. The first one dislodged the blade and sent it flying out of his hand. The second land up beside Wolf's head taking him down to his knees and just under Chuck's heel spin. While he was down he pulled from his ankle holster a hidden pistol and raised to fire.
"Chuck look out," screamed Sarah and there was an explosion of gunfire. Blood trickled out of Wolf's mouth; his look went blank as he fell forward on the pavement with Sarah standing behind him holding her smoking Smith and Wesson. She ran to Chuck and threw her arms around him almost squeezing him tight.
"You scared me and I don't scare easily Mr. Bartowski. Kiss me."
"Yeuk, I think I'm going to get sick," said Casey as he puffed away on his cigar.
"What is it Casey?" asked Chuck.
"Your other girl flew the coop during the fighting."
"I've got only one and she's right here."
"Whatever, I've got Morgan in the house with the kid and Jill's parents. Someone needs to inform them that Jill ran and don't look at me. If you'd shoot her in the leg she wouldn't been able to run."
"I'll take that under consideration but it doesn't matter I know where she's going."
"Beckman's troops are rounding up the last of the cubs I got the guy they called Alpha and I see you got the Wolf. Not a bad days hunt."
"But there's another monster we need to take down before Skye is free."
"What did you do with the IG-88s? I didn't see anything go boom. Don't tell me I've been carrying around duds."
"I was going to use one on the Browning but you took care of it before I could. Crap I had them right here but I can't find them."
"Idiot, you lost two thermite charges?"
"Well I wouldn't say so much lost as misplaced."
"Hey Chuck look what I found," yelled Morgan. "I wanted to see what was going on and Skye said she wanted to make sure you were alright so I came out and found these lying next to the Big Guy's car.
"Morgan those are thermite grenades you've got in your hand so if I were you I'd be very careful on how I handled them."
"What these? Are you sure? They look harmless enough."
"Moron put those down carefully," screamed Casey.
"He's going to drop them, isn't he?" said Chuck to Sarah.
"Yeah, the Buy More all over again."
"Idiot, be careful," said Casey as he slowly approached Morgan. "Just hand them over."
"John I know you really care, but you really need to work on your communications skills. First you say put them down, now you want me to hand them to you. Which one is it? Can you please make up your mind?"
"Okay Grimes, just set then down, you idiot or we're going to have an Easter egg hunt and guess where I'm going to hide them?"
"Morgan listen to Casey just put them down on the ground and stepped back." For once Morgan listened and did what he was told and Casey ran up retrieving the explosives.
"Well that didn't go like I thought it would," said Chuck to Sarah. But as Chuck spoke Morgan saw a piece of paper stuck to the bottom of one of the grenades.
"Wait, Crap I need that," he said and he grabbed the piece of paper. It was like a chain of dominoes. Morgan yanked on the piece of paper. The grenade slipped from Casey's hand. He tried to grab it his fingers popped the pin out and it was activated.
"John, don't throw it," yelled Sarah. "There are too many people around." Chuck flashed on Casey's Car but he knew the Big Guy wasn't going to like it.
"Here in here quick," said Chuck as he opened Casey's car door. "It was design to protect the occupants from explosions."
"No! Not again."
"Come on John quick," said Sarah.
"I hate you all," he said as he tossed it inside. There was a muffled explosion and black smoke rolled out from above the windows and out from beneath. "Oh Grimes, you're dead meat."
"Now Casey it was an accident."
"The only accident was Grimes birth."
"Come on guys we need to get back to Castle. I'm working an all nighter and unfortunately this isn't over yet."
"How are we getting home you knuckleheads blew up our ride?"
"Casey we've got three Escalades. Pick one. Morgan go get Skye and Jill's parents we can't leave them here. The rest the clean-up crew can handle. They're probably getting tired of me by now. Sarah love stay close to me, please."
"I'll never leave you," and they kissed.
"Yeuk," said Casey, "Can we get it on the road?"
Finally they got everyone loaded and started the drive back to Castle with Casey behind the wheel and Morgan riding shotgun. Not the seat he wanted but Judy and Wally wanted to be with Skye while Chuck was naturally with Sarah.
"Do you want to tell me what's going on now?" whispered Sarah to Chuck.
"Jill's gone on a suicide mission. She knows the only way that Skye can be free is if Kowambe dies. Love I need your help and I know what I'm asking is hard but I can't let Skye grow up without a mother. Ellie and I did that and if I can help it Skye won't have to. Already she doesn't have a father."
"You mean your not-"
"You thought she was mine? No, I guess she could've but she's not. Jill gave birth in prison just before she escaped. That was one of the reasons she ran to take Skye from foster care. Federal penal codes state that if a mother delivers a baby in prison and doesn't have a guardian the child goes to social services. I don't think Jill was given that option at Supermax."
"Did Beckman know this?"
"I don't know. She should've but it really doesn't matter. I think that's part of the reason she didn't want you to tell me Jill was in town. She realized I'd do whatever it took to keep Skye safe. She probably does think that Skye is mine. If you add up the months it could have been possible but Jill was already pregnant when she and Leader made their incursion in Castle."
"They were looking for Bryce." Chuck leaned over close to Sarah and whispered something almost inaudible.
"How can you be sure? I mean, how do you know?"
"I just do and with civilians present I can't say anything else." Sarah pulled Chuck close to her and kissed him then took his hand and put it on her stomach.
"We missed you." He looked in her eyes and kissed her back.
"Hey, back there," said Casey looking at them in the rearview mirror. "Baby on the bus."
"But Skye's asleep," said Morgan looking back.
"I was talking about you."
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AT THE ZAMIBIAN CONSULATE
Dr. Kowambe was getting nervous waiting for a confirmation call that would free him from the dagger that was hanging over his head. The longer he waited the greater his impatience became snapping at staff over minor things. The only reason he could see why it was taking so long was that the Wolf had failed again.
"Intolerable," he yelled as a man servant brought him his afternoon tea.
"I'm sorry would you like something else?"
"What? No just leave it on my desk. How long have you been working here at the consulate?"
"Going on three years now."
"And where does your family live?" The poor man got nervous it was never good when Kowambe asked personal questions. The man replied and told that his family lived in the capital city. Then he asked if he could be excused.
"What's the rush? Do you have a mistress to get to?"
"No, of course not all my money I send home to support my family."
"I see so if something were to happen to you then it would be a problem for them," said Kowambe as he laid a pistol on his desk. The man started to sweat and began to stutter. Lucky for him Kowambe's phone rang. He looked at the screen caller unknown.
"Go away," Kowambe said to the man who had no intention of ever coming back and would be calling in sick until the Doctor left.
"Who is this" asked Kowambe. There was a long pause on the other side then a man spoke in a thick heavy accent. "One moment," he said then called in an assistant. "I want the call on my phone traced." Then he put the call on speaker and sat down behind his desk. "What can I do for you, Mister?"
"You can call me Yuri. I work for the Bratva and well we have mutual friends."
"I see Mr. Yuri and what is it that I can do for you?"
"Right now it's not what you can do for me but what we can do for you. Your man the dog or wolf whatever the canine failed and was killed this morning." There was a pause to let the information set in. My organization will as a good faith gesture correct the situation to your liking."
"You realize I can't talk about this on the phone."
"You take me for an idiot but I can see that's the type of operatives you employ."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"As I said we will give you a good will gesture and when you see you'll understand you can trust us."
"What is it that you want?"
"Now who's talking about things that should best be said in private? Keep an eye outside of your consulate. We'll be in touch." The line dropped.
"Doctor I'm sorry," said the assistant. "But the phone the man was using was untraceable."
"Very well," said Kowambe sitting behind his desk wringing his hands. "I want you to reach out to our contacts in the American government and find out if it is true that the Wolf got skinned."
"You aren't considering working with the Russian Bratva, are you? I hear their vicious and cruel."
"Fool and what am I. This might be what I've been looking for."
"And our friends, what will they say?"
"Our friends? When did I give you permission to use we? As far as the hydra people are concerned I'll go with the better deal." His assistant started to speak. "If I were you I'd take advantage of my generosity and keep silent. Now go get me the information I ask."
"Yes, sir right away." As the man left the Doctor picked up his cup and took a sip. "
"My, this is the best tasting cup of tea I've ever had," said Kowambe as he leaned back in his chair and swiveled over looking out at the view of LA from his window.
In a hotel across the street Jill was sitting in the window with a scope staring into the Minister of Heath's window. Next to her was a small note book where she was annotating times and destinations. Fulcrum had changed her from the cute co-ed to the ruthless assassin and she knew her trade. A few days of observation then she could make her strike after Skye and her family would be safe. Safety and happiness for Jill could be had for the twenty-two cents the price of a bullet, but since she had Uncle Bernie's they were free.
Jill picked up her phone and began to dial Chuck but then she stopped. She couldn't keep running to him every time she was in a jam or needed advice. He had his life now and she had to accept that it no longer included her. Besides you just couldn't dial up someone and say hey I'm going to murder a ruthless genocidal manic do you have any recommendations on how I should do it? Maybe far away with a sniper rifle and watch their head pop in the scope or up close and personal with a blade staring them in their eyes as the lights goes out. No this was what she needed to do and do by herself. As she was thinking about all this there was a knock at her door. She immediately grabbed her pistol.
"Who is it?"
"Open the door and don't think about running."
"Chuck?" Jill said a she went and opened it to find both Chuck and Sarah standing there.