A/N: Again, I'm thrilled and completely grateful for the awesome amount of reviews. I'm keeping my end of the bargain, and hopefully, it's to your liking. HUGE THANKS TO LongLiveChuck for being the most amazing co author and inspiration! This story will maintain a fun, lighthearted atmosphere for the most part. I think it's important to maintain the idea that Chuck and Sarah are different than the show. They are more confident, outgoing, and hopefully fun loving. That's the only way this story could work. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, I read and reply to each and every one!

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Chapter Three: A Change of Plans

Chuck's eyes opened with a flutter, immediately shutting as a sharp ray of light sliced the window like a knife. He covered his eyes, yawning as he turned over and got to his feet, running a hand through his hair.

With a sudden jolt of realization, he remembered where he was and who was with him. Wheeling around, he couldn't help the sigh and feeling of relief that washed over him when he saw Sarah Walker on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

"Well, good morning." She smirked. "About damn time, too."

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed….not like they had a choice anyway." He remarked with a cocky grin.

Sarah rolled her eyes, knowing he was right.

"So." Chuck grinned, sitting beside her. "How did the amazing Sarah Walker sleep?"

"I'd imagine it hurt like a bitch, considering the asshole Carmichael chained her up like a dog and all." She retorted, though there was a good amount of playful teasing in her tone.

Chuck laughed, standing up. "I suppose that wasn't fair. But, I alerted General Beckman of my progress. She knew I was better than you." He teased, knowing that Sarah could be much better.

"Better?" Sarah snorted indignantly. "My ass."

"Now that you mention it…..yes." Chuck smiled, leaning against the wall.

"You've had your fun." Sarah sighed. "Un-cuff me, Carmichael."

"I told you, it's Chuck. Carmichael is professional."

"That's the last thing you are." Sarah remarked, smirking at her obvious burn.

Chuck laughed. "Not helping your cuff situation."

Sarah agreed mentally, leaning back more. "Okay….but seriously. Let me go."

"You'll run away." Chuck replied surely, glancing over the room service menu.

Chuck's cell phone ring blared through the room, as he walked over to pick it up. It was some upbeat song Sarah had never heard before….not that she really listened to music anyway.

"Carmichael, Secure. Good morning, General." Chuck picked up, his playful tone gone.

A pause.

"Yes, Agent Walker is in my custody." He answered affirmatively, Sarah rolling her eyes.

Another pause.

"WHAT?" Chuck's eyeballs almost fell out of his head. Sarah's curiosity peaked. This could go both ways. "TWO WEEKS?"

A short pause.

"No, no general, I wasn't yelling….I was …thrilled." He grumbled an apology. Sarah smirked. He was like her lap dog.

"Yes ma'am." He hung up sourly, setting his phone down.

"So, let me guess…..this little….game of ours will continue for two more weeks….until they grab hold of the intersect?"

"Exactly…" he sighed, smoothing back his hair. "It's carriers are on the move, and apparently, neither of the damn agencies can pinpoint where."

"Why two weeks then?"

"It's just an estimate of how much time the entire search and retrieval process will take….could be longer…." He grimaced.

Sarah nodded, taking a breath. "Let me go."

"What? Walker, that's crazy."

"No, it's not. We decided to make this interesting, and we have two weeks to see how this plays out." She spoke truthfully, from what Chuck could see.

"How do I know you won't run the minute I set you free?"

"Sarah Walker doesn't back down from a challenge." She grinned. "No guns, no tranqs, no running away….long term, anyway." She smirked. "Let's see who the real agent is."

"By your set of rules, what I've done here is completely legal."

"Yes, but if the cleaning comes in, they'll think you've kidnapped me for a sex slave." She replied wryly, causing him to laugh.

"Alright….Fine. If you can act civilized…..we can make this interesting." He smirked, leaving the room.

"Where are you going?" Sarah's eyes widened when he took off his shirt, revealing a hard, muscular chest. She felt a long heat swirl it's way through her body as her cheeks turned red, eyes averting him. She never got this way around men.

"Shower." He replied, shutting the door. "I'll free you when I'm out."

Sarah closed her eyes, leaning against the bed frame. She wasn't going to run away, or come out and fight him. That was a coward's way out. She was going to make this torturously slow and fun. And she had the perfect idea.

-0-

Sarah's heart raced as she felt his hard abs through his shirt, as he leaned against her, working to free her with the key to her cuffs. He smelled like soap, and he was clean shaven. Sarah Walker wanted nothing more than to reach up and inhale his scent….among many other things. She bit on her lip, stretching her arm as he removed the tight cuffs.

"Thank you." She grinned, rising. She stretched in front of him, t-shirt rising to reveal her tan, gorgeously toned body. She heard his breath catch, smirking. "I'll be in the shower."

"And I'll see where I can run out and get you some normal clothes, and not mission gear." He replied, nervously. He left the room with his essentials, leaving Sarah and the shower. Stepping inside, she found that the hotel supplied everything she needed. She decided to let the hot water sink in a little as she lengthened her shower, happy to get off any grime and sweat from the mission.

She had barely seen almost half an hour pass as she stepped out, wrapping a towel around her chest down. Her long blonde hair was loosely hanging on her shoulders. Hearing a knock on the door, she smirked. Opening up, she saw Chuck with a bag in his hand.

"Surprisingly, the store had only-uh…..um…...really…..big….wow…." he stuttered as he watched her.

Sarah smirked. If this was him with her towel on…

"Hey Chuck…." Her voice was velvety smooth and seductive, her eyes finding his.

"Hey…." She had him. She decided to have a little fun with it. Taking a step closer, so that she was almost touching him, she whispered. "It'd be a shame if my towel….dropped….."

Chuck blinked hard, entranced by her. "Um…no, yeah…..no…..maybe?"

Sarah laughed lightly. "I'm seducing you, Chuck…." Her voice had a raw quality; one that couldn't be faked.

"I know….it's working." He replied with a grin.

Sarah rolled her eyes. He was acting. "Dammit, Chuck."

"Nice try agent Walker, but that one had been pulled on me countless times….although I'll hand it to you…..You're the only one I actually wanted back." He handed her the bag and left, shutting the door behind him.

Sarah was someone stunned, blush rushing furiously through her again. Half of her filled with jealousy, while half was reeling at the compliment. This man was an enigma.

-0-

Chuck had guessed Sarah's sizes correctly. He'd bought her two sets of shirts, one a tank top, and some jeans, both fitting snugly. She had to hand it to him….his fashion sense was right on.

She stepped out into the room, finding him twirling one of her knives aimlessly.

"How do you use things?" Chuck questioned, smiling as he saw her step out of the room.

"Throw them." She replied in a smart ass tone.

Chuck rolled his eyes. "How? There's got to be a super secret method."

"If I told you…." She began, smirking. "It wouldn't be a secret, would it?"

Chuck hurled one of his knives at her. She caught it gracefully, smiling. "Maybe if you threw it right, it might have done some damage."

"Well, I- SARAH!" He glanced down at the knife embedded in the chair, right between his open legs.

Smirking, she leaned down to murmur in his ear. "Oops."

Chuck removed the knife, tossing it on the table. "Now I see why they call you the wildcard."

Sarah rolled her eyes then. "Certainly not because I play Uno."

"You know what that is? I'm impressed." Chuck teased.

"Believe it or not, I was a kid once too."

Chuck smiled. "Ah, so the sense of humor survives."

"Don't worry." Sarah smirked. "There's plenty more where that came from."

Something told Chuck he'd find out soon enough anyway.

"So, if I'm stuck with you for the next two weeks….what the hell are we going to do?" Sarah asked, taking a seat on the chair across from his.

"We can go to my home in Burbank, if you promise to behave, and keep off my family."

"Firstly, I'm not a dog, no worries there. Secondly, I'm an agent, Chuck. Not an escaped serial killer."

"Fair enough." Chuck decided, knowing she was no threat to Ellie or the others. "So this is your plan? Come quietly for the next two weeks?"

"I told you….running away is boring." Sarah shrugged. "Besides, we've got nearly two weeks to spare. We can have some fun, and towards the end, I'll bring you to Graham."

"You've got that last part backwards." Chuck smirked.

"No, I don't."

"Who says I'll go to Graham with you without a fight?" Chuck challenged wryly.

Sarah smirked devilishly. "Oh, I don't expect you too." She twirled her knife sharply, sheathing it. Sure, she was going home with Chuck. But she had hell coming his way, and apparently, so did he.

And so, Burbank bound, the two agents began their game of cat and mouse.

A/N: Not my best chapter, but it is a much needed filler! I promise Charah and action should pick up from here! Okay, so this will set the scene for the story. Sarah agrees to spend the time at Chuck's, but their acts of sabotage will continue for two weeks, until one of them must finally succumb to the other and lose. Who wins? That's the question. While it's slightly unrealistic, it's supposed to be fun, and hopefully you all think it is? Let me know what you thought! (Some authors don't care for guest reviews, but ANY review is great to me). Hope you all have a wonderful week (until I update next, anyway), and I look forward to reading your thoughts and opinions!

-TheGibsonPlayer