Chapter 3- Sometimes you don't have the time to eject
He had kissed her! She couldn't believe the nerve Chuck had. He had just come waltzing back into her life and kissed her. It took her a moment to react, but when she realized it was Chuck and not one of her numerous lovers she disengaged herself and slapped him, hard. The slap was harder than she thought as it had knocked him out cold. In hindsight it wasn't really a slap, but a punch/slap hybrid.
Unfortunately the kiss did have one very unfortunate side effect. It made her realize what she had been doing for the past few months. With the number of guys she'd screwed in the past few months she imagined that her next agency physical would have her testing positive for at least one STI.
Even that news would have been bearable if Chuck's return had meant nothing, but the real problem was when she laid eyes on Chuck everything she'd been telling herself for the past couple of months—that she didn't like Chuck and that she had loved Bryce—was all laid bare as a deception. She still had feelings for him, but at least he didn't really know that she'd screwed half of Burbank.
She hoped to finish up with Gilles and try and rekindle things with Chuck shortly the next time she saw the Intersect.
They had the intelligence they needed on Gilles so she wasted no time in dumping him, via text message. She rushed back to her hotel room and prepared to meet Chuck. She showered, dressed in his favorite outfit, and put on make-up in record time.
Her Porsche rocketed towards Chuck's apartment; she ignored stop signs, red lights, and traffic. His return had caused a chain reaction in her, she knew that he had been the real reason for her funk, but she couldn't blame him for leaving. He hadn't any choice in the matter and the original reason for her anger at him had been long forgotten.
She bounded up through the Morgan door searching him out. When she found his apartment empty she decided to try Casey's, perhaps they were sparring or had a briefing. As she exited the front door of Chuck's apartment she saw the door to Casey's apartment open as well.
"Chuck!" She called happily. "I'm happy I found you.
His eyes rose to meet hers. He knew. She realized that Casey had told Chuck what she had done. He said nothing.
"I'm sorry Chuck, I—I didn't mean it." She felt her world crashing down around her. Everything had gone from a nice world without Chuck to hating Chuck to lo—caring about Chuck to now where everything was one giant clusterfuck and that had all happened so quickly.
"I know you didn't Sarah. Its ok, we'll break up and you won't have to pretend to be happy to see more or anything. I'll talk to Beckman and see about getting you reassigned." He disappeared into his room through the Morgan door.
She ran after him, "Don't you dare Walker." She was stopped in her tracks by Casey who stood in his doorway.
"Case—"
"No Walker. That kid steadfastly refused to go to seduction school or do anything that he thought might be cheating on your relationship while he was away. Meanwhile you were busy here making a name for yourself as the whore of Burbank and now you have the unmitigated audacity to try and rekindle your old flame?" he advanced on her, his tirade not over. "Bartowski there loved you and how did you treat him for that? You treated him like a toy and I'll admit you even had me fooled. I thought you might have fallen for him, but I guess he was just an ego trip for you. See how tightly you could get him wound around your finger. I might not approve of emotions, but you don't mess with an innocent civilian like that!
That kid trusted you and sacrificed his civilian life for what? You and his country, but turns out only one of those deserved his sacrifice. He'll get you reassigned, because he said he would, so I don't ever want to see around Bartowski again. Got it? No need to play your cover game of loving girlfriend, you can go around the world and find some other city to spend time in, because I'm not sure there's a single man in Burbank that you haven't fucked, sucked, and screwed!"
Chuck stuck his head out the window. "Agent Walker please report to Langley immediately. You've been reassigned." He retreated back into his room and shut the window.
She moved after him, but Casey roughly grabbed her wrist. "Bartowski deserves some who will treat him and herself with respect; he doesn't deserve someone who treats him like he's nothing and herself like a walking cunt. Dammit Walker you were the best partner I've ever had, but now I have to consider Chuck a—a friend."
She turned to leave, she'd screwed up and now she had to pay the price.
"I already picked out your replacement, he'll love her I made sure of it."
When he said it she realized that he'd known what she'd been doing all along. She knew that he'd probably been watching her, to make sure she didn't snap, that he'd seen what she done and been disgusted. He'd even tried to help her in his own way, his look of absolute disgust was the warning sign. In hindsight he'd probably gotten fed up with her nightly activities and tried to make her aware of it in his own way.
Casey wouldn't shake her and talk about her feelings, but his simple sign of disapproval was his own subtle way of saying "Walker is this really the life you want to lead?" She had just been too caught up with herself to care. She returned to her Porsche, defeated, Casey was right Chuck deserved someone better.
