A/N Hello All

I have three more chapters until this is done, all should be up this week. I've got a couple of people asking me if this is going to be a series, and I didn't think it was that good personally. If people like it by the end and want me to continue then let me know.

Disclaimer:

Again I really own nothing, and this possibly funny piece of fluff makes me no money, and I honestly am not sure of who owns anyone, so please no sue me.

Percy, CP Scott and Virginia are mine, same with Dr Short. Rest are owned by others. Big scary others. Anybody got a Chuck doll to protect me?

So….Where in the World is Walker

Chapter 6

Virginia hung up the phone with Mr Bartowski and spent what seemed like forever observing the lone figure watching the waves hit the beach. She was holding what looked like an old sweatshirt close to her heart. Satellite images suggested that she has spent most of her time here lately. This spot held some sort of normality for her. Something considered very rare in the spy world. She hated intruding but looking at her watch, knew she could not wait any longer.

"Agent Walker"

Suddenly she is looking at the end of a Beretta. The agent was not paying attention to her gun this morning. Her safety was on and her clip was lying in the sand. For someone as well trained as she was, she really had to be hurting.

"I know you… Graham's assistant? Vicki?"

"Virginia actually. May I sit?"

Sarah lowered the gun and returned her gaze to the waves. On her left was a disposable phone either turned off or with a dead battery and an iphone with several throwing knives embedded, On her right was torn up writing paper and an empty bottle of tequila used as a parerweight. The sweatshirt that Sarah picked up again had STA something. Not hard to figure out whose that must have been.

"Oh crap, this is going to be harder than I thought". Taking her jacket off, she hides the modified iphone and the gun clip and sits down.

"Agent Walker – Sarah you are a hard person to get a hold of. I hope you don't mind the director was going to come, but I asked if I could be the one to find you. I think he was going to get a pack of beagles to search for you with with one of your Orange Orange uniforms."

"So much for opening with a joke. She's doing what she does best. Put on her agent face and become all business, except that she's failing. "

It was then that she remembered that the Beretta was not Sarah's normal sidepiece. That was the preferred weapon of another agent. "Ok let's see if a year changed anything."

"I'm sorry about Agent Larkin. I met him once in Australia. He was under a bit of medication at the time, but still too much of an attitude for me. I'm really not sure what you saw in him but then I'm a few years older than either of you and a 4 foot nothing brunette has very little on a 5 foot something blonde."

Sarah just continued watching the waves. When she spoke, it was so softly that Virginia almost missed it. "Brunettes seem to always get what they want. They get the normal life. Ellie, a brunette, has a wonderful normal guy, a great apartment, a stable if not demanding normal job, a wonderful, terrific sweet, warm, affectionate, caring super nerdy normal loveable brother, who in spite of himself is a selfless hero who just once I wish he would have stayed in the damn car…"

"Oh crap Larkin's death, Bartowski re-intersecting, running away from everyone, coming to the place she feels safest, acting totally against her training and personality. CRAP CRAP CRAP Vulcan, and the breaking point is close."

It all became clear what she had to do. Sarah needed to feel something that didn't overwhelm her– anything right now to get her head back into the game of life. Virginia read her profile and knew that Sarah's way of working through her emotions always seem to end with her beating the crap out of some sort of exercise equipment. There were heavy bags both at Castle and installed in her apartment, at the farm she used the simulation dummies, here... "This is going to hurt. I so liked this dress."

"Well what do you know, Graham was right after all. You really are not in love with were not in love with Bryce either. Tell me why was Beckman so determined to get the two dysfunctional agents together? Oh crap for that matter when are you going to realize that you are just using Chuck to get over whatever you call what you had with Bryce."

At that Sarah looked over to this woman with a look more shocked then she had felt since the bomb at the pier. That was one of Virginia gifts, reading people and hitting on their worse fears to get them to open up. She really really wished right now that the release was anything but using her as a punching bag./

"Give me a break girl, Graham was thousands of miles away and he still saw you were using the geek from the first date on day one. I think he got a chuckle about how 'broken up' you were about Larkin, and he nearly fell over laughing at the nerd herd looser behind the desk almost wetting himself when you asked him out. It became his daily soap opera "HOW THE BOWELS MOVED"

Sarah stared at the little lady and the more she looked, the more she saw red. She started making fists with her hand, wishing she remembered where her knives were. "10 no 12 ways I could kill her right now".

"Honestly I read a few mission reports. It jumps off the page and that is with major … sorry, Colonel Casey doing a really bad cover up job. If Graham were still alive what do you think he would be doing right now? Laugh or Cry that this match made by Monty Python? You wanted to know why he let you stay the first day; he thought that your report of the date would be the funny. He never expected someone would be stupid enough to have enough empty space in his head to remember all the images."

"How dare you come down here and insult the man of my dreams …. to give me a speech on how stupid that I'm being. What right do you have to come down here and tell me I am using the only man I have ever truly loved that I'm using him… the only man I have could ever give myself totally to…how messed up my life is….. HE IS NOT A LOOSER HES A NERD– A SMART NERD - HE CAN DO ANYTHING…."

Before she knew it Sarah lunged at the small woman.

Virginia rolled quickly and got up. "Thats much easier than it should have been. She's much closer to breaking than I thought." "Ok you want to play it that way. Lets get ready to rumble"

For over thirty minutes Sarah and Virginia went WWE on the beach.

Sarah being tired, upset and feeling the effects of the tequila, she lashed out more than really thinking about what she is doing.

Virginia knowing that she has been out of the field too long just played defence, however she constantly shouting thing like "What you hit like a geek", "you got to be kidding, you sure you know how to fight grown up style", "didn't I see that on a video game from the 80's"

Sarah however does her own war on works. "Get a life little lady" and "can't reach - need a ladder?".

Later both ladies will admit later that what they said were some of the lamest comments they have ever made in their lives.

What was not noticed by the combatants was not more than 100 feet away a team of half naked football players out for a training run were all stopped and was staring at the two as they tried to kill each other.

"Should we break it up?"

"Oh crap, no way, see that kick the blonde did, I wish I could kick a ball like that!"

"The brunette – how the heck did she duck that?

"Hey can we recruit her to be the hot team mom?"

"Think we could get the blonde to teach us how to tackle like that?"

"They must be acrobats?"
"Man, send a picture to the coach, get him to offer them trainer jobs – we can never have too many of those type of trainers."

A little further away, some other random people started doing what they do best - taking bets on who would win, and how long they could go, and who would get their clothes ripped off first.

Much to the disappointment of the onlookers about 45 minutes into the match a whole police tactical and assault team responded to a report of a riot at the beach.

Even the cops spent five minutes just looking and thinking "oh crap what have we gotten ourselves in to here". The first five attempts at talking, the agents totally ignored the cops. Finally deciding on a more active approach, attempted long range tasers and ended up only getting one of their own. The tactical chief at one point looked up towards Heaven asking not so silently "WHY ME" and then screamed "No guns everyone, No one is to raise a weapon" A heated discussion involving several critiques of the fighting technique and a lot of "no way I'm I stepping between them" the squad decided to run in full tactical gear back to back in-between the two when they saw an opening and formed a human wall between them. That stunned the agents so much that they starting laughing so hard they both collapsed in the sand. Not what the cops expected, but they could live with it.

As they were led into the paddy wagon. Clapping, shouts of marriage proposals and drink offers were heard from all sides. Business cards and phone numbers were being thrown at them like a ticker tape parade. Shouts of CALL ME!, especially from the football team were heard.

The police called in another wagon for the gamblers thinking this the fight might be linked to an illegal gambling operation that the FBI were currently investigation.

The police had decided to take the ladies to the hospital, judging from the ripped clothing and what the tactical chief hoped was not a pair of their ripped underwear. He also hoped they might get a doctor there to give them some mediation to keep them calm before taking them to be booked, just in case they got excited again. After what they saw when they arrived, no one on the team wanted to fight either of these two even with full gear. As a matter of fact it was suggested by more than a few members that they be recruited into the unit.

The cops were more surprised when they arrived at the hospital and the ladies walked out of the wagon, leaving their newly applied handcuffs sitting in the bench… and they were still chuckling.

Hawk was blissfully unaware of any of this until the end of the conversation he was having with Mr. Bartowski a text message came on his I phone.

"OH CRAP" and had a link to the whole fight, the football players (and their comments), the police, with a close up of them scratching their head and wondering what to do, and the gambling on you tube – courtesy of one of the football players trainers who was taping the workout for the coach using his cell phone.

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Curious tidbits –

Later that day, the football players showed up at the police station and sitting peacefully on the front steps held up signs saying "Free the Fighting Beach Babes" That made the front page of the next days local papers. Included in the article was an interview with the coach who offered both ladies a job with the team.

Unfortunately it was not a very busy news day and even though it didn't make it to the national news networks, an helicopter traffic reporter was side tracked and caught footage soon after the police arrived to the fight not only did it make a live feed during a 90 second news break in the morning, but also clips were on the noon, supper and late local news shows.

But John something or other on a national late night comedy show made references and drew similarities of the Fighting Beach Babes, the Police Tactical Chorus line and Congress debates all week.

The trainer who took the football footage came out with a series of Fighting fitness videos for team coaches using cheerleaders and retired soon after the 100 million videos sold.

In the gambling group that got arrested, three drug dealers who were at the wrong place and time were picked up after a 13 month manhunt two states over. All three were being hunted by a DEA agent that goes by the name Carina. Later when she heard the story from Casey, she complained to Sarah for taking all her fun away every time they ran into each other.

The public tried for years, but they never found out who the two people were fighting.

Best guess and the one that got the most twitters was a fight between Paris something or other and her latest Best Friend winner on some reality TV show. Paris never denied it wasn't her.

And finally it also got rated as # 44 of the top 100 videos on you tube for 2009.

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