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Chapter Two: Miscommunication

Chuck grinned as he stepped out of his NSA jet, breathing in the hot air that blew by. Los Angeles was his home, and he thought of no place he'd rather be.

He turned on his phone, discovering a few missed calls from his sister. He couldn't wait to see her and Awesome, and congratulate them on their recent engagement. He hadn't told Ellie he was coming home, and decided she'd be happier with a surprise visit.

He pulled his small suitcase behind him, stepping out to one of the nearby cabs waiting. He handed his suitcase to the friendly driver, taking a seat beside him.

"Where to?" The man smiled. Chuck noticed he was probably in his sixties, with a nice elderly tone.

Chuck gave him the address happily, glancing out at the familiar buildings.

"You live here?" The man smiled.

"Yes sir." Chuck replied. "My whole life."

"I'll tell ya…" the man began. "Los Angeles may have it's ups and downs, but there's simply no better place to get the work done." He chuckled, Chuck's mind not entirely focused on his ramblings.

The drive was shorter than Chuck expected. He tipped the driver and retrieved his bag, making his way past Ellie's familiar fountain in the courtyard, working his way to the entrance.

He unlocked the door with his key, quietly pushing it open. He spotted Ellie in the kitchen, talking on the phone, facing the sink. Grinning, he quietly closed the door and snuck behind her, arms going around her in a loving hug.

"Ahh!" Ellie shrieked, dropping the phone and wheeling around. "Oh my god! Chuck!" she squealed, eager to see her brother.

Chuck grinned, hugging her tightly. Then, he immediately took a sharp step to the right, dodging the fist that came flying to his shoulder.

"You scared the hell out of me!"

"Sorry El." He smiled sheepishly. "Just wanted to make an entrance."

"You're engaged!" he grinned, glancing at her now raised finger. "Man, that's amazing. Awesome…ah, Devon is great." He laughed.

"I know…..It's like a fairytale Chuck!" Ellie suddenly remembered. "What are you doing back?" she asked with a grin, picking up the phone. "Not that I don't want you to stay forever." She added kindly.

"Business brought me here." He smiled, sitting on the counter.

"Ah, I knew an early vacation was too good to be true."

"Well, I'm on a somewhat….fun mission." He smirked.

Ellie raised a brow. "Let me guess….you're stopping the next big tyrannical dictator?"

Chuck laughed. "Did that yesterday."

Ellie smiled. "I would actually believe that."

"El…" Chuck sighed. "As much as I'd like to tell you…..it's classified."

Ellie gave him a wistful smile. "Go unpack. Dinner's in three, and I'm surprisingly making your favorite!"

"Oh god, I miss being home." Chuck grinned.

-0-

Chuck prepped well, and he was currently en route to "assist" Agent Sarah Walker with her drug cartel mission, and then retrieve her. What he was going to do with her? That was to be decided.

He approached the old abandoned warehouse, hearing the shouts and gunfire. He smirked. Walker was already on the job. Loading his gun, he took a breath, and entered.

-0-

Sarah heard shouts, cries, and groans as she burst through the building. Shooting left and right, she was a perfect shot as she took out each of Javier's men, advancing on him, who was shouting orders at the back of the room.

She aimed at one man, ready to pull the trigger. Suddenly he fell dead to the floor.

"What the hell?" Sarah mused as she advanced to the next man, finding the same situation occur there. Her mind suddenly flashed. Carmichael was here!

Javier stood, trying not to cower in the golden goddesses' presence.

Sarah had her gun aimed for his head, approaching him slowly and cautiously, eyes on him only. "Drop the gun." She commanded, seeing the pistol in his shaky hand. He moved suddenly and sharply, as if all the cowering had been an act.

He lunged for her, knife in his other hand. He leaned and fell right over at her feet, blood welling from his back.

"Nice shot Carmichael." She called with a smirk. "Could've handled it myself though."

She heard a warm, velvet smooth voice behind her. "I'm sure you could have." He scoffed.

Whipping around, she froze, much like he did. He wasn't a big burly bastard like she'd expected. He was…..perfect.

He was tall, with the most mesmerizing chocolate eyes she'd ever seen in her life. He was wearing a suit, which made him look slick, a smoking pistol in his hand to complete the look.

Sarah took a sharp breath, smirking. Lifting her sunglasses, she revealed the most gorgeous blues Chuck had ever seen, coupled with her gorgeous gear clad body and beautiful golden hair. Chuck found himself short of air within that second.

"Well, ah….your reputation precedes you, Agent Walker." He smiled, showing his perfect pearly whites.

"Well, Carmichael." She replied, studying him. She immediately gathered that he was a smooth talker, and that he was highly skilled with a gun. He was strong, so hand to hand combat had to be somewhat ranged. He had a damn nice body too. "I could say the same about you."

Chuck nodded, eyes meeting hers in a moment of odd passion. He felt dizzy.

"But." Sarah's voice cut his thoughts. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't put a bullet between your eyes right now."

"Treason?" he quipped, completely relaxed.

"Why not a tranq, then?" Sarah challenged. As if the two were mirrors of each other, they broke out their tranq guns, each aiming at the other's neck.

"I love a challenge." Chuck grinned.

The two began, circling each other viciously. Sarah hesitated for a moment. Chuck noticed.

"You know what?" Chuck smirked, dropping his gun. "I'll be a gentleman."

Sarah was not about to back down from a challenge. "You're challenging the CIA's very best at hand to hand combat?" It was a clear warning.

"Sounds about right." Chuck grinned, taking off his jacket and lying it on a chair.

The two went at it, Sarah starting. Chuck had to admit: she was damn good. He blocked most of her kicks at the beginning, but she sped it up intensely. Chuck threw two punches, which she dodged gracefully.

The odd thing was: both agents found themselves oddly turned on.

The two got closer and closer, fighting for dominance in a beautifully choreographed battle of the sexes. Sarah grabbed Chuck's arm, pulling him closer. Chuck slid behind her, whispering in her ear. "You fight beautifully, Agent Walker." His breath made shivers run down her entire body.

Suddenly, she felt cold, hard metal tighten around her wrists. She rolled her eyes. Point one: Carmichael.

She was handcuffed.

Chuck smiled, continuing to whisper in her ear. "Sorry." He apologized, pushing her gently towards his jacket. He draped it over her shoulders so that no one would see the cuffs.

"How kind, you knew I was cold." Sarah snapped.

"A guy just knows these things." He quipped with a smile.

Sarah gave him a wry smile. He wanted to make a game out of this? He'd get one.

"So, where are we going?" Sarah finally asked, as she was escorted and secured in the back of his car, a lotus.

He ignored her question, having fun.

"Like my car?" he smirked.

"I'm a Porsche girl." She retorted, sitting back with a huff. This sucked big time. She blamed it on his god damn chocolate eyes.

Chuck drove and drove. They were on the freeway for at least two hours, Sarah nearly falling asleep. She'd kill Graham when she got the chance. This was insanity.

"So, Beckman sent you?" She asked, watching the street fly by out the window.

Chuck laughed. "Yeah. She's a lot better than Graham. Come work for us." He teased.

Sarah's eyes narrowed. "Graham's going to get the promotion. He'd do more good for the country anyway."

"Says his 'Wildcard enforcer'" Chuck quipped playfully.

Sarah blushed, cheeks turning rosy. 'Oh my god, how the hell does he know?'

Chuck read her blush like a book. "Don't worry Walker; your secret is safe with me."

-0-

"A hotel?" Sarah glanced distastefully at the small hotel they parked at. This was a disaster. "That's your plan?"

"Mhmm….yeah, pretty much." Chuck opened the door for her. Sarah was to smart to attempt to get away. He'd robbed her of all her weapons….except for her….hidden….knives. They were inaccessible to her anyway.

He approached the lady at the front, who smiled kindly. He made sure his jacket was draped over her shoulders, hiding the cuffs from view.

"Hey." He smiled in a friendly manner. Sarah glanced away, deciding to play it safe. He had the upper hand….for now.

The lady watched them with a smile, handing them the keys after he'd checked in.

"Pardon me….but you two make a beautiful couple." She smiled more.

Chuck smiled, knowing Sarah would skin him alive for this later. He put his arms around her waist from behind as she leaned back against him, startled.

"I just don't know what I'd do without you baby." He was laughing himself to death, keeping a straight face on the outside.

The lady at the counter smiled.

Sarah resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "It's almost like I'm…..chained with love." She chose her words carefully, glancing up in a faux loving manner at him. Though for some reason, she didn't push away. She couldn't tear her eyes from his. For a moment, they remained like that, watching each other.

Sarah cleared her throat. "Let's go."

-0-

"You're really cuffing me to the bed?" Sarah was in shock.

Chuck grinned. "I'll take the floor, don't worry."

"Oh sure, baby." Sarah replied sarcastically. "Thanks, Carmichael."

"My friends call me Chuck."

"I'm sure they do." She retorted.

"Don't be mad because I got you first." He laughed triumphantly, setting his pillow on the floor.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Chuck sat up, coming over to her.

Sarah eyed him. "What are you doing?" she asked, eyebrow raised.

"You want to sleep in that?"

"You're not touching me." She defended.

Chuck rolled his eyes. "I'll close my eyes. But you need help." He retrieved a t shirt from his suitcase, and Ellie's sleep shorts.

"You carry around girl shorts?" Sarah teased.

"No, I was just confident that I'd beat you, so I came prepared." He retorted with a kind smile. "I'll close my eyes."

"You better." She replied, struggling to get out of her gear. True to his word, Chuck turned, allowing her to somehow slip on a t shirt and the shorts.

"You can look." She grinned amusedly.

"One more thing and I apologize in advance for this one…." Chuck had an apologetic look on his face.

"What, I-"Sarah sucked in a breath when his hand slid up her thigh. She was about to call him a long string of profanities when he retrieved her knife sheath.

"Oh…." Sarah mumbled, heart racing. She was shocked when she felt some sort of disappointment course through her.

"Um….yeah. Goodnight." Chuck said hastily, putting the knives beside him, along with all her other valuable belongings.

Sarah just turned on her side, pissed. Tomorrow would be a different story.

A/N: Okay, so there you have it. Light hearted, fun, and hopefully it's enjoyable to read? Please let me know! Once again thanks for reading and reviewing, enjoy your weekend!