A/N
This is not going well. I have made a lot of revisions but I am still not happy with where it is going. However what is below is what I think is the best of the worst.
I will try to get all this out this week, but so far I've blown all the other deadlines I've tried to set.
Usual disclaimers apply. See previous chapters but to sum it up I own nothing. and no betas.
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Complications, Complications, Complications.
After watching Casey screams his name. Chuck closed his window and watched him in the courtyard fuming before leaving almost at a run.
He called Sarah on the way to the shower, then once coming out of the shower. After he got dressed he tried again as he jumped into the front seat of the SUV and again on route. Chuck looking at the time, took the long way to the golf course, right by Sarah's apartment and breathed a sigh of relief the he noticed her stuff still there. Untouched actually, since he was last there.
Twenty minutes later, three phone calls and five text messages he was at the door of the clubhouse. Being barred entry by someone that reminded him of Mr. Magoo with nasal drip.
"(SNIFF) I'm sorry sir but the club rules are very specific, there are no jeans allowed to be worn, and certainly not whatever those things are on your feet. Jackets must be worn inside the clubhouse. (SNIFF) Now if you wish the change rooms are over to the left and if you wish you I can take a message to whoever you are here to meet…."
"Look I am sorry but I really need to speak to Mr Scott. CP Scott. He told me to meet him here."
"I'm sorry Sir (SNIFF), there is no club member with that name here. Perhaps you mean the Eastlinks Golf course, you would fit their dress code."
Fumbling around Chuck realizes that he forgot his iphone in the SUV and turns around and knocks into the guy behind him.
Navy poster, medical instruments, throwing knives, coffee beans, comic cons, genetic experiments, trench coats, strawberries.
Chuck instantly takes a couple of steps back. This flash as unexpected as it was, nearly causes him to fall backwards into Mr. Magoo. "OH CRAP"
"You should be more careful Chuck, I can see how Casey get frustrated. You really seem to leap then look."
"Wooo I thought -- one hurt. Oh oh oh … What the…. You're an agent and your… and your…." Speaking so fast that Hawk thought for sure he was going to pass out due to hypoxia.
Holding up his hand, Hawk smiled. "Calm down. Remember: deep breaths. Let's go somewhere where we can talk. A new coffee shop just opened today in the office building across from the as the Buy more. Shall we? Sorry I'm not a hand shaker - you drive."
"I can see why Graham liked this guy. Not that he would ever admit it to anybody Disarming yes - geeky to the extreme. . Definitely not CIA material at first glance. But then again neither was I."
"Right you nearly died – three, no four times from contact poison from a handshake, and almost a dozen from kisses and twice from ….ohhh."
Chuck must have turned about four shades of red instantly. The Director could not help but smile and blurt out "Son, tell me it has not been that long that you forgot what it is called?"
"Ahhhh I really really think we should call Sarah and bring her into this – I mean after all this involves her in some strange and twisted way - Not Not that type of twisted I'm talking about is.… although she is flexible enough ….. I I I I mean she I mean she would want to know you are in town and I really feel more comfortable is she was here for these discussions right from the beginning."
Director Scott could not help but laugh. The look in the man's eyes when he mentions the love of his life, the worry about her and her feelings and anything inappropriate. "I'll be damned, Graham you old dog you pegged this headache from day one. Oh Crap; I'm going to have to hear I told you so every day in Hell from you now."
"Easy son, if you know that much about me, you know I am not known for killing anybody. And I have no plan on killing you or any of your family. Not in the middle of a snooty private golf course in LA wearing my favourite trench coat. I stand out a little don't you think."
Chuck goes from bright red to ashen grey again in less time than Bill Gates makes a buck.
"Oops insert foot here apparently, now Virginia has gone to gather …. Sorry I'm lousily with names. Suzie isn't it."
Chuck snickers in spite of himself. "Sarah and your file states you have a photographic memory, you just use that trick to put people off guard."
"Yeah I like this kid a lot" "Let's keep that one to ourselves ok."
"Now where did you park that SUV? I hope you like red. I was told once its Sarah's favourite colour?"
"Really, I hardly see here wear it"
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The new director of the CIA went to the counter to grab his third coffee and looked back at Chuck with that same amusing look that drove Beckman nuts. He just dropped what he suspected was the biggest bomb on Chuck's life since the day Bryce sent him the intersect.
Chuck's cold cup of coffee sitting off to the side. In front of him were three envelopes.
The Director was a little too blunt for Chuck's liking. Sarah had to make the decision without any contact with him, but when she did it would be immediate and there was no discussion and Chuck may never hear from her again. The director felt Chuck deserved to know what those choices were. He had earned that right.
The first one was a copy of Sarah's resignation form, with her name left blank. "Sorry Chuck, it is one of the hardest secrets for an agent to share with anyone. It can put an agent totally at another person's mercy. It is drummed in from day one at the farm that you never give up who you really are." If she went that route, then it specified that she can have no contact with Chuck for the time he was the intersect, If she did Chuck would be placed in a bunker immediately for the life of the intersect and she would be in jail for the same amount of time. She would be given a security job overseas and not allowed to return to the US. Chuck could never leave the US. This could be forever.
In the second one was a promotion and a transfer. She would oversee Operation Zodiac and would be constantly traveling between one of the 12 bases worldwide. Chuck would get daily reports from the bases that Sarah put together. This project is expected to last 15 years. Chuck would me moved to a secure location in DC, but not a bunker. When complete, and assuming Sarah and Chuck were still alive and had feelings for each other, they would be allowed to disappear in a friendly country, probably Australia by what the director said. No family or friends contact will be allowed starting tonight and Chuck would still be given reports that he would need to look over and report on. Sarah would be semi-retired and he had no idea what that meant. How do you semi-retire from the CIA?
The last choice, Sarah will be transferred and become a field trainer for recruits. She would be based at the Farm and also work in the field. One thing was made that clear was that he and Sarah might have a relationship so long as it did not interfere with her duties. This might be for life however and could go years without them ever seeing each other. If something happened to one of them, the other would never know.
Chuck would be trained as an analyst. Again Chuck would be moved to DC and Ellie and Devon would be moved there as well, given new identities. Casey will probably be put in charge of security; however that was an NSA decision.
Any way he looked at it Sarah was gone, and he was being given absolutely no choice on how to live his life.
The look on Chuck's face was all that Hawk needed to see. He knew that look. He had it himself a few times when missions went bad. It was the look of loosing the love of your life and not caring about what happen to his, since there was no life without the other.
Just then, the Director's iphone received a text message. "Oh Crap?" then after excusing himself he watched, what looked to Chuck to be a video on YouTube. After a couple of seconds he is laughing so hard he had to sit down again.
In spite what was just put before him, he was just too curious. "What is so funny?"
After a few clicks, Hawk sent a link to Chuck's iphone and then made a phone call and went up for a fresh coffee.
Ten minutes later Chuck eyes are bugging out of his head, and his stuttering spell seemed to return. Hawk was wondering if the whole breathing and stuttering issue was common with Bartowski. There are treatments for that. Nothing in his record before – Effect of the new intersect I wonder? Have to make him an appointment to get some tests run.
"Chuck. Earth to Chuck? Is your brother in law working today?"
"ummm yeah, so is my sister actually... Please please tell me that is NOT Sarah fighting that kid?"
"First of all that kid is Virginia, and never, ever let her hear you refer to her as a kid if you value your family jewels" Chuck's eyes go even wider, entering panic mode.
"Two, yes I am pretty sure that is Sarah, and three, call the good Captain and ask him to please make sure that your sister avoids seeing Sarah and four, ever see Men in Black?"
"ER – Oh crap Ellie"
He took a deep breath and looked at the defeated and panicked man in front of him. He knew he shouldn't do this: "Oh crap, what the frak"
"Chuck - You have seen MIB right?"
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Devin just walked into the change room to shower and get ready to do a 10 mile run before supper when the cell went off and it was Chuck's wearing a worm suit came on the screen.
"Hey Bro, what's going on?"
"Wow ok, she should be in the ER now."
"Got it - keep Ellie away from Sarah"
"I don't know Sarah. Got it"
"Dude that is not awesome"
"Whoa Bro – this person is not dangerous evil blow up the world type is she. Ellie's not in danger is she?"
"Awesome! Can, will and shall do bro. Just one thing I don't understand - Who is Scott?"
"Totally Awesome!"
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On route to what they thought was jail, Virginia and Sarah take off their handcuffs in the small cramped and very smelly paddy wagon. After a few minutes of silence, Virginia asked "Ok so you love Chuck, then why are you hiding from him?"
Sarah looks towards the floor. Another long pause "He wants one life, and makes you want that too, then without so much as… and then..."
"Sarah, let me ask you the question, did you discuss Beckman's offer with him. No I thought not. You have a lot to think about, but running away is never the answer to a family problem, it just makes it worse."
"She is trying so hard to keep it together". You really are not good with relationships are you?"
Sarah just continues to look at the floor.
"Communication in any relationship is important, and it is a skill that some have, some don't, and that some can learn. You have to know yourself before you can communicate that to him however."
"Hey Looks like we're here, now come on, lets head out and face the music, maybe we can get the cops to dance again!"
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When the tactical squad arrived at the ER, they opened up the door and the two combatants walked out. The small one waved, blew kisses at the cops and asked if they did encores. The cops were more than a little embarrassed.
Using four sets of handcuffs to secure the ladies hands and feet to the bed. The chief thought "They would have to be Houdini to escape now". At the hospital's request they pulled the curtains hiding them from public view. The chief then placed six guards on outside of each.
Now that she was alone and had time to herself Sarah realized that she just attacked Graham's personal assistant. If she was lucky the new director would placed her in a bunker until she died of natural causes, possibly under a shrinks meds and half hearted attempt to get her to admit that she hated her mother. Best case she would be fired and told that she would be 'taken care of' if she ever came close to her Chuck again. The agency has a zero tolerance policy about agents attacking the civilian staff, especially one that had her type of clearance. What the hell was she doing there anyways?
In the last couple of weeks, she had gone from hopeful to a regular life with the man she loved and coming to grips on leaving the CIA, to being back full force into the life that was she now knows was – is – was slowly killing her, now to no life since she will never even get the chance to say goodbye to her Chuck.
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A/N Hi All
Ok, I tried to go some clean up in this chapter, to help fill in some gaps.
I will try to finish this in two more chapters. Please let me know what you think. I have some time off this week and hope to spend it finishing this off. I've been asked if I was going to do another, and I am rewriting the last chapter to make it more open. If people want to see this continue, then let me know.
So review, PM and give me your thoughts.