A/N: I got nice reviews. So I wrote a second chapter. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Chuck does not belong to me.
My lips taste like sugar-free mint ice cream and whiskey. I never thought it would be a good combination. It is, though. I run my tongue over them whenever Chuck and Shaw aren't looking.
I concentrate on strapping myself into the harness. I almost laugh when I see Chuck's face as he peers down into the elevator shaft we will soon drop into. I've felt like laughing out loud ever since Chuck and I kissed.
"You okay, Chuck?" Shaw is all business. As he looks over at me and Chuck, something flickers in his dark eyes. I think he sees that something is different between the two of us. His eyes narrow a little as he tries to figure out what it is.
Chuck stumbles nervously. "What me? Yeah, totally ready to go…" He continues to ramble on.
I try to keep the idiot grin of my face. He's just so…cute sometimes. I wish I could go hug him.
"Alright." I sense the weight of Shaw's eyes on me and my small smile fades. "The Director has his own private elevator. You two are going to rappel down to it and when the director leaves grab him. I'll pull you back up." His eyes are heavy and I look quickly away, afraid I'll see something ugly in their depths.
"Cool." Chuck seems to sense it to. He leans towards me. He's taller than me. I like that I have to look up to meet his eyes.
"Do you think me knows about us?" He murmurs quietly. I shush him, knowing that now isn't the time or the place. I want to laugh out loud again, though.
He said "us." We're an "us" now.
"I'm just saying…" He mumbles, leaning back a little. I can still smell mint ice cream.
"Okay, ready?" Shaw strides up in all his Superman-ish glory. I lick my lips again, resentful. "Don't worry about the warehouse or Beckman, Chuck." He pauses and I notice that he isn't looking at me. "I trust you completely."
Chuck and I are standing at gunpoint. I want to panic. For once, I want to be the one who freaks out.
"Sorry, Chuck." I say, trying to keep the calm façade I, once again, have on. Being with Chuck made everything seem more intense. My life in danger, that was fine. But Chuck? I couldn't handle that.
Everything about being with Chuck, being near him, amps up my emotions to a ridiculous degree. I couldn't function like a spy, like I was suppose to, when he was in danger. I just wanted to shoot the dumb bastard who had come anywhere near my Chuck.
I only have a second before I hear gunshots. Shaw. I breathe a tiny sigh of relief. I really have no idea what I would have done next.
In he comes, holding that gun like he was born with it. His eyes are full of hatred, pain, rage. I want to get away from him as fast as I possibly can. As much as he might say it, the emotions that I see flickering those eyes are far from under control.
"Daniel," The Director's voice was thin and reedy. Scared. "Still upset about your wife?"
I flinch inwardly, knowing that all the pain in his eyes is mostly my fault. Chuck glances over at me for a split second. I'm afraid I'll see disgust or even disapproval in those beautiful eyes. The only thing there is concern. Concern that this might be upsetting me. I want to laugh then go and kiss him.
I don't. I watch as Shaw advances on the director.
"You should really learn to get over that or take it out on Agent Walker here. She pulled the trigger." The Director doesn't take his eyes off of Shaw. Shaw doesn't take his eyes of The Director.
I don't move. I stand there, frozen. My mind is on that Paris street. I can feel the gun in my hand. It's heavy. The night is cold. I raise the gun in slow motion, I'm moving through molasses. I can't do this, I won't do this. But I do.
"Go." I'm back in the elevator. And Shaw still has his gun pointed firmly at The Director. "Take the service elevator to the fifth floor then the north stairwell. I'll get the cipher. I'll meet you back at Castle."
"Shaw, we're not gonna leave you here." I try to reassure him. I'm his partner, after all. If there's anything I learned from John Casey, it's that you never leave your partner.
He doesn't look at me. "Sarah, go. Please." His voice is low, controlled. It scares me.
I leave. Chuck follows. We aren't ten steps from the door when I hear the shot. Shaw's an excellent shot. He wouldn't have missed. I turn and glance at the door.
"Did he…?" Chuck stops. I can see apprehension in his eyes.
I nod. We both know why he did it.
"You know, I think you're right." He says as we continue down the hallway. "I think we should probably wait to tell him about us."
In spite if all that happened in the last few minutes, I want to laugh. My lips still taste like whiskey and ice cream.
And Chuck said "us" again.
A/N: More nice reviews and I guarantee that I'll post a third chapter.