Sleepingwiththeenemy8

Still Sarah's POV

Carina whoops a gleeful greeting and hugs me. I have no idea why she's so damned happy but she is.

"Sarah, isn't it great that he's alive and safe? Y'know I almost shot him in Laredo but then I saw his face in the dim light and I just…froze. Good thing for him, right?"

"He's awake if you want to rehash old times. He said he was 'sorry about Laredo' and that he didn't know you smoked. I guess that bad habit saved your life, Carina."

"He's awake? I'll be right back. Mmm, is he still in restraints?" She grinned and did her best hooker imitation as she walked out of the kitchen. A minute later I heard her laughter. Some things never change.

"He's had a hard time of it, Sarah. You need to lower your expectations a bit. I've got some vids for us to review but I don't want Carina around. She'll just ride you unmercifully and that won't help anyone now, will it?"

If he's looking for an answer or some witty response, I disappoint him and walk over to the coffee pot and pour a cup for me and one for Chuck.

"Coffee's a no-no for our boy, Sarah, at least until the docs finish their evaluation. I'll drink it. Been up since 5am with the General and then Carina."

"What? No handcuffs this time?" I'm in a bitchy mood and apologize for taking it out on my partner.

"Sorry. That was a shitty thing to say. When's Ellie coming?" I know he's with Ellie and I couldn't be happier. I wonder how Chuck will handle it?

"Not sure. She knows he's alive and that's enough for right now. I just wonder how he's going to handle me in her life instead of Devon. May be one change too many for him to handle. What do you think, Sarah?"

"I think that as long as you two are happy together then that's all that counts. So, how does it feel to be back in harness again, Major Casey?"

"Not sure how I feel about it if you want the truth. I was tempted to let you shoot Dr. Pesich and that's not at all like 'the me' when I was an agent. I don't think my 'feelings' are a match for the job any more. Once Chuck's out of the woods, I'm back on the retired list. How about you? Any career changes planned?"

"If we can get him straightened out, yeah, I have a major career change. I'm going to reassign myself as Mrs. Sarah Bartowski and the CIA can kiss my ethnic ass."

"And if we can't 'straighten' him out?"

"Then I'll be satisfied with being his Guardian Angel. Being with him is more important than anything else, John. I used to live for the job but now I'm going to live for Chuck."

"It's about time! Ellie and I will be behind you, 100%!"

Meanwhile, in Chuck's 'quarters'

"Well, well, look what we have here! You can't run from me now, Mr. Bartowski!" She shoots him a hot look and then breaks out in unrestrained laughter. It takes her less than a second to pounce on him and hug him.

"I was so tore up when Sarah called and said you'd been killed, Chuck. I've never, ever heard her cry so hard for anyone, ever! You need to be nice to her, Chuck. She's having such a hard time dealing with all this. Promise me that you'll at least try and be civil to her? Please? You know how she feels about you. She was so torn up that she couldn't function and they sent her to the Farm as an instructor – the Great Sarah Walker teaching idiots how to behave. She loved you more than anything in the world, even the damned job, Chuck!"

"Carina, what the hell are you talking about? She disappeared on a mission in Portland that we never should have been on except that she pushed and pushed and got Casey to task us. Bryce got killed and I got shot in the head and lost 5 wonderful years of memories with my wife."

He didn't mention the miscarriage. It would have been 'unprofessional' to drag personal issues into the conversation.

"Five years? Chuck, what the hell is the date?"

"I'm not sure. I think it's August 18th, why?"

"August 18th of what year, Chuckles?" She used her pet name for him to lessen his anxiety and suspicion both of which were suddenly oozing out of him.

"Jesus, Carina, you been sampling the evidence or something? It's 2013, of course."

"Chuck, it's…not. Answer a simple question for me. When did we meet and how?"

"I – I – I don't…I can't…Oh, God, Jill…Jill…help me, Jill!" He started mumbling and Carina lay beside him and held his head between her hands and started talking quietly, just like she used to talk to the horses brought in from the open range on her father's horse ranch in Montana.

"Chuck, baby, it's OK. Everything is OK. I know you're scared and confused but we're your friends. We love you and care about you. None of us would ever hurt you, Chuck. Sarah loves you with all her heart and Chuck," she had to keep his attention, "listen to my voice…I love you, Chuck, just not like Sar – Chuck? Chuck? What's wrong?"

She jumped from the bed and called for Casey and Sarah who came running.

"He was panicked over the date and I asked him where and when we first met and he started calling for 'Jill' and I talked quietly to him and calmed him down like I used to do with broncs on the ranch but when I told him how we all loved him and would never hurt him, he went…away. It's like he's in some kind of trance or something."

"Or something. Casey, pull up the vids of the conditioning sessions. I think we've found a trigger."

It was 1AM and they were again on a conference call with the General, only this time they had something concrete and beneficial to report.

"Allow me to recap, agents. Mr. Bartowski is currently lying in another room awaiting some kind of instruction or action? And it was all prompted by a phrase commonly used between lovers? Incredible. Agent Hansen, my congratulations. You've saved us considerable time in dealing with that Bitch's programming. I take it that you've all seen the video records of the conditioning sessions and…"

"Yes, General, we've watched a few days' worth from before he was 'awakened' about day 60 or so and introduced into his new existence. Most of it was…sexual in nature but the earlier vids and several of those following minor 'leaks' of memory on Chuck's part gave us a real insight into what was done to him."

"General, he has these telemetry sensors throughout his body. Given the situation, perhaps Dr. Pesich could give us some information regarding range and necessity? We don't want Fulcrum coming round to take him again." Sarah wanted those damned things out of her man immediately.

"Dr. Pesich was killed by poison within 4 hours of arriving at Moab. You'll have to review all the files for your answers. The doctors can advise you but I agree, we certainly don't want Fulcrum trying to take him back."

"General, how in the world could a Fulcrum operative get into Moab and out again? Maybe this 'safe house' isn't so safe after all?"

"You're surrounded by 14,000 armed soldiers, Agent Hansen. I hardly think you're at risk of…"

The power died and the phone and video connection were cut and flash bangs were thrown through the windows. Armed commandos rushed into the house shooting the agents and on-call physician with trank darts.

FT Hood, Texas
Safe House
1:15AM

Chuck stepped over the bodies of the three commandos and walked into the kitchen and drank a glass of water from the tap. He took in the scene and reached decisions based on his instincts and conditioning.

He picked up Carina and gently placed her on the couch, straightening her clothing and lightly brushing her lips with his. He left the General where he was, draped across the kitchen counter. He found one of his 'doctors' lying on the floor of a bedroom and left him there.

He picked up the blonde agent, threw her over his shoulder and left the safe house by the rear door. He stayed in the shadows until he reached the parked and idling van. Chuck dropped the blonde and jerked open the door and dragged the commando out and then broke his neck.

He pushed Walker into the van's front passenger seat and went back to the not-so-safe house and picked up a bag of her clothes and some articles from the kitchen, the agents and dead commandos and 'his' room and returned to the van.

Chuck was getting into the van when some part of his conditioning kicked in. Cursing a blue streak and glancing at Jill's watch, he drove to the front of the house and brought out the General and Carina Hansen and as much of their stuff as possible.

He needed to keep his team intact. How could he have forgotten so simple a fact?

Motel 6
Sonora, Texas
5:00AM

He paid cash for the two rooms and explained that 'the A/C is busted in the van so we drive at night' and the clerk nodded sagely. It frequently got above 100F in August and he knew how hot the highway got during the day.

Chuck picked Sarah up like a sleeping baby and laid her on one of the two double beds and went out and brought in their 'luggage' and several utility bags he'd found in the back of the van. He took inventory and smiled. They had more than enough cash and he had several handguns, 3 M16A2s, trank pistols and several changes of clothing for Sarah and Carina.

He laid Casey on one bed and Carina on the other and left them a note and the room key to the other room, unlocking the connecting door between the rooms.

Back in his own room, he stripped Walker and found her stash of throwing knives and put them under the pillow on her bed. He smelled himself and almost gagged. Being tranked and conditioned and then dragged around Mexico and central Texas required more than his deodorant could handle.

He didn't know how long she'd be out and he didn't want to walk out of the bathroom and face an extraction team. He hadn't thought about Casey and Hansen and again cursed himself for not thinking ahead.

He simply took her with him and would bathe her as well. It sounded simple except that a tranked adult tended to be totally jointless and she kept slipping down in the tub. Chuck just grimaced and slipped in behind her and soaped first her front and then was trying to turn her over so that she was lying facing him to do her back when she woke up.

If he expected screaming, punching and an escape attempt he was disappointed. All she did was sigh and lean back against him and place both his hands over her breasts and whisper "Wash, please."

Unlike porn stars and those busty women in romance novels, Sarah was never much on 'nipple stimulation' finding more than a brief acknowledgement of their existence annoying but this was different. He wasn't being overtly sexual, just thorough, and each time the pad of his finger and thumb brushed over her, she'd twitch and sigh and sort of wiggle her butt against him.

"Agent Walker, please don't do that. It's very distracting." The way he whispered in her ear was distracting and it seemed like the brush of his lips against her ear went right to her center.

Jill's conditioning had done nothing to thwart Nature and between touching her and her wiggling, he soon sported a raging erection, the length of which lay against the folds of her pussy. She wiggled back and forth and was delighted with his ragged breath in her ear. If she just slipped down on his lap a bit she could maneuver him into her and then they'd finally consummate their feelings physically.

"Stop it! Sit still. Now that you're fully awake, there are some things we need to discuss and rules to be set and I don't need to be in the tub with you to keep you from drowning." He stood up and blushed as he almost slapped her in the cheek with 'something' when he twisted to get out of the tub.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and went in to the sleeping area and stripped off the blanket and sheets off the one double bed and quickly figured out how the restraints attached. Chuck was sitting on the edge of the bed in boxers when Sarah came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"What's this? You're going to put me in restraints? I give you my word I won't leave you or try and contact Casey." Sarah hated to be restrained in any way. It was one of the reasons she wasn't considered a 'cuddler'.

"No, Agent Walker, they're for me. We don't know what might trigger a dangerous response and until we do, this seems the best bet for both of us to get some sleep. It's the way it has to be. If you want to contact the General or Carina Hansen, use the connecting door. I unlocked it from their side when I put them to bed."

"Why didn't we stay at the safe house, Chuck? We could have stayed together and moved on to the next safe area. Beckman's going to have a cow when she can't contact your team."

He snorted and turned away from her when she dropped the towel and started going through her bag for sleepwear. "Safe house my ass…"

"OK, so it wasn't all that safe but Beckman's going to think…"

"I remember a 'safe' doctor from Fulcrum's list and we're going there to have these damned telemetry sensors removed. You're along for security. If she tries anything, I expect you guys to take the appropriate action. Now, please put me in restraint. I set a wake-up call for 4pm. I need clothes and I'm sure you and the others have needs. We'll get what we need and be on the road by dark."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"Chuck, I don't like surprises, you know that. I like my life nice and predictable. And baby, my life is going to be so predictable once we get all this crap behind us."

"Yeah, you can go back to whomever you're banging for the greater good and I'll just fade away. No harm, no foul."

She slapped him as hard as she'd ever slapped anyone. She wasn't a 'slapper' and she wondered why she hadn't just floored him with a roundhouse kick to the head or something.

'It's because you had a human reaction, not an agent one. And you don't want to hurt him. He's been hurt enough.'

"I'm sorry I slapped you, Chuck, but that was so mean and unfair. I've been sent up to the Farm as an instructor. They don't trust me emotionally anymore. That's where I was when I got the damned note and started all this."

"What's 'all this', Agent Walker?"

"Damn it, quit calling me 'Agent Walker'. You used to call me Sarah and that's the only name I'll answer to from now on. 'All this' is the rescue of an asset kidnapped by Fulcrum. We thought you were dead, Chuck, assassinated by Fulcrum but they took you from me instead. We got to you as quickly as we could, baby, but we were always one step behind them until Laredo."

"Yeah, Carina Hansen saves the day. I'll bet she loves the attention." He sat on the bed and pointed to the restraints.

"I can't do it myself. You'll have to do it. Make sure the waist is fairly tight – and the ankles also. The wrist straps are already set right. Once the waist strap is secured, you'll be safe until you release me."

"Um, what about the bathroom? Do you need…"

"Nope. Planned ahead. I won't bite you, Agent Walker. The restraints, please. It's how it has to be."

"Tell me if they're too tight or uncomfortable. I don't ever want me to be the cause of any pain. You've had enough pain. No more, Chuck."

"They have to be tight, I don't want to risk hurting anyone. I killed those men back at Beckman's safe house and I don't feel a thing. She's programmed me to be an unfeeling monster. All those people…"

"Shhh. You protected your teammates. You did what was necessary. You're still Chuck Bartowski, nerd extraordinaire and the man I want to grow old with. I'll prove it to you somehow. You're still my Chuck and I'm still your Sarah. Nothing will ever change that."

She took the waist belt and cinched it tight and attached it to the main strap and then put the leather cuffs on each of his wrists and secured them to the waist strap. She straddled him and tightened them until he nodded and then she slid down his legs and repeated the process with each ankle.

"OK. Too tight?"

"No. Just throw the sheet over me and then get some sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow, er, today."

"Are you cold, baby?"

"Um, no, just…modest, I guess."

Sarah's mind played dirty tricks on her. She flashed on the video of Chuck fucking the whore Roberts and from the sounds she was making and the look on her face, she wasn't faking her pleasure or ultimate satisfaction. Chuck had shown little need for modesty then.

That's because he thought he was with his wife, dim bulb.

She picked the sheet off the floor and draped it over him and then slipped in bed beside him and curled up against him.

"Chuck, I know the trigger phrase. The thing is, Chuck Bartowski, I really L-O-V-E you and I'm never going to let them take you from me, not ever. If Fulcrum comes, we'll kill them. If the Agency tries to take you, we'll run, baby."

She waited a few heartbeats and then asked the question that had been nagging at her since his recovery.

"Chuck, do you remember anything about us? I mean, about before you were taken?"

"No, only what you and Carina have told me. I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you something different since it's so important to you but I won't lie to you. All I remember is what I've been told and most of that…Ok, almost all of it was pounded into me through the conditioning. I'm sorry."

"Then we'll just have to make new memories together."

Sometime during the 'night' she'd migrated from beside him to almost on top of him. The A/C unit kept the room fairly cool and she'd sought out his body warmth like a lizard on a rock in the sun.

"Um, Agent Walker…ah, Sarah, wake up. We need to get moving. And you seem to have…Sarah, you're…you're naked!"

"Got hot during the night, er, day. Now I'm cold so I sought out my big warm teddy bear. God, how I dreamed of waking up like this so many times…" She could hear Carina muttering as she tried to wake up. She didn't have much time to enjoy this before they were invaded.

She slithered up his torso leaving a trail of wet kisses on his sweaty body until she reached his mouth and then she plundered it with a hot and wet kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth. She sensed rather than felt him grow erect against her and she redoubled the intensity of her attack.

"Chuck, baby, I want you so bad it's killing me. Tonight, tonight, baby, just you and me and no damned restraints…unless you're into kinky stuff?" She looked at him and smiled. She thought he wanted this, too. His smile was so dear that she felt her heart melt in her chest.

Sarah slid her hands down and pulled on his boxers but then the connecting door flew open and Carina flounced in announcing she was going to take a shower but stopped when she saw what she was interrupting.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry…shit…sorry, Chuck. I'm going to use the shower. Need a cold one now. Sorry…sorry."

Chuck started to laugh but Sarah looked close to tears.

"Hey, it was probably a good thing she interrupted us. We're just not ready for this, Sarah, if you'll just admit the truth."

"I'm going to kill her and then I'm going to kill you but only after I have my fill of you. I've waited 18 months and when we finally get around to…oh, shit."

"Um, I really got to use the can, Sarah."