Casey flipped his phone open for the third time in the last five minutes. Damn, he cursed, realizing he still had no signal. He was driving down the highway, pushing 95. After exiting the parking lot, he was faced with nothing but darkness. The only thing visible was the highway in front of him and only as far as his headlights would illuminate. He had scanned the sky and headed east; in what he knew to be the way back to Vegas. And he was never wrong.

Casey glanced at his watch, judging by the time, he knew that the second phase of their infiltration into the auction was underway. He knew they hadn't received his message in time, if they had, Sarah and Chuck would have been able to triangulate his location using the tracking system embedded in his watch. But since he saw no choppers… well, he was just hoping he could get to them before they were burned… or worse, not only be exposed as Agents, but also be exposed as the Intersect.

Rounding a curve on the road, Casey was relieved to see the distant glow of the city lights. Just then, flashing red and blue lights reflected off his rear view mirrors. Casey grunted, perfect, pulling over to the side of the road.

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Sarah saw Chuck start to rise in panic. She held out her hand motioning for him to stay put once again.

"Calm down Chuck, he doesn't know anything." She whispered. After seeing Chuck nod and resume his position, she returned her attention to Pax.

Sarah was surprised to find him looking across the room… towards Chuck's direction.

Oh no! We've been made out!

Sarah whipped her head back towards Chuck, her pulse starting to rise in preparation for… well… chaos. But then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Malkova standing by the door a couple of feet from where Chuck was sitting. Sarah exhaled, realizing that Pax was not looking at Chuck, but at Malkova.

"Excuse me for a moment, my dear. Duty calls" Pax said in a rush.

Sarah watched as Pax walked towards Malkova, very glad that her patience was about to prove, as they say, not-for-naught. She remotely turned on the transmitter she had planted in his lapel and replaced the receiver in her ear.

When the receiver finally picked up the signal, Pax and Malkova were already in mid-conversation.

"...had a tail." Sarah heard Malkova say,

"Did you take care of it?"

"Yes... "

"Hmm..." Followed by a brief moment of silence.

"We cannot trust anyone... Especially your new friends..." Malkova said with a nod towards the lounge area.

"Enough!"

Sarah's heart started to pound once again.

Are thy talking about Chuck?

"…and the package?" Pax continued.

"Secured in the safe."

"Good... Good..." Pax said placing a hand on Malkova's shoulder. "Do not worry about our friend over there," he continued looking towards the direction of the lounge, "I shall handle this little situation personally."

That was all Sarah needed to hear. "Chuck! Move!" She said into her mic as she broke into a run towards Chuck.

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Chuck was too busy politely refusing the women's very generous offers of… giving… to hear what Sarah had said.

"Wha?" Chuck asked.

"I said I'll be your lady luck..." One of the women started to say, rubbing his inner thigh once again.

"Ahhhaha... Not you," Chuck said removing her hand and placing it on her lap. He saw the women pout, but they did not relent.

"Our cover has been compromised!" Chuck heard clearly after looking up to find Sarah making her way towards him. He looked over his shoulder to find Pax and Malkova looking his way. Chuck, realizing the gravity of the situation, made a move to get up.

The women pushed him back against the couch. "Where do you think you're going?" Chuck was just starting to panic, when he saw that Sarah was now right in front of him.

"Let him go. He's mine," Sarah said to the women.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!" Chuck heard Pete say with a laugh.

"We were here first. Find your own Joe!" The women replied, crowding Chuck even more.

Chuck looked towards Malkova and Pax, and instead saw Pax talking to two of his Mr. Clean type guys. He looked back at Sarah, and saw that she had seen them too.

Next thing Chuck knew, Sarah placed her knees on either side of him on the couch, straddling him and wedging the She-Dogs away.

"He IS my Joe," she said sternly, planting her lips on his.

Chuck didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but he felt the women get up and walk away, all the while shooting the pair evil glances. He also felt a little light headed.

"Well..." Chuck said clearing his throat, "That was effective..." He continued, not really sure of what he meant by it.

He made a move to help Sarah up; placing his hands on her hips, also intending to get up, but was met by her unmoving body.

"Too late! They're coming," Chuck heard her say into his ear, "Follow my instructions but maintain our cover so we don't alarm them."

Chuck watched as Sarah brought her body up while pulling out the two steel chopsticks from her hair. She shook out her curls, all the while smiling seductively at him.

Chuck was transfixed.

Sarah leaned back in to his ear with a giggle. "They're making their way here... There is a gun strapped on to my right inner thigh... I'm going to pull it out. Hold on to these. She continued handing him the chopsticks.

"Wha...?"

"Run when I say so and use the spiked ends to defend yourself if you have to," Sarah said as she watched the two men continue to make their way towards them.

Sarah looked at the panic-stricken Chuck, "It'll be okay. Well get out of this one."

Sarah made a show of seductively running her hand down from Chuck's neck to his chest... And down further south, writhing and giggling flirtatiously on his lap, while keeping her eyes on the two men. She felt Chuck tense up and from the corner of her eye, spied him following her hand with his eyes.

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Chuck watched, and felt, one of Sarah's hand travel down his chest, to his belt buckle. The other, on his neck, playfully tugging at his curls. He unconsciously tensed up, unsure of what she was about to do next. He was a little disappointed when she lifted her hand from him. But was once again captivated when it resumed its course, now on the inner hem of her dress.

He continued to watch as her fingers slowly lifted the hem of her already-too-short dress impossibly high, her fingers running up her inner thigh, revealing more skin than he could handle.

"Oh god," Chuck mumbled looking away. Not being able stop himself from reacting, he tried as best he could to shrink into the couch to minimize his body's contact from hers. He looked back down to find Sarah unclasping the holster of the gun. There, her hand hovered, ready to pull out the gun, but still maintaining their cover.

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Sarah knew what the scene portrayed to the observing eye. Her straddling Chuck, squirming and giggling, her hand reaching down between their bodies. And that's exactly what she wanted the two men to think as they lumbered towards them. Sarah looked down at Chuck's very uncomfortable face and mouthed "Not yet…"

She looked up under hooded eyelids, ready to give him the signal, but was surprised to find the men walking past them, one, flashing her a grin, the other, puckering his lips, and straight for…

Pete!