A/N: Hello there...how you doin? Having fun? Not Yet? Well let's keep our fingers crossed and hope I can change that...if only for a few moments. Here's some more of that story that a few of you expressed an interest in seeing more of. I actually have another chapter almost ready so if this one generates enough interest, I might get another update for you all before the end of the weekend. Yes...you caught me...fishing for compliments...I should have known that I couldn't fool you guys...I'm sorry...I won't try that again...you can punish me by leaving a review...a nice review is the best form of punishment!...what's that?...dammit...you caught me again...boy is my face red...go ahead and punish me...you know how...the nice reviews just make me cry...
Enough of the frivolity. Hope you like this. Let me know if you'ld like to see more.
Hey...I just remembered...I don't own Chuck or anyone in NBC's Chuckverse. And, having checked my bank account I can definitely say that I'm not making any money from this experience!
Sarah Vs. The Strong Swimmer - Chapter 2
Sarah was sitting in a small, sterile smelling exam room, waiting for the doctor to finally find the time to talk to her. The shapeless, paper gown
she was wearing only served to remind her that Dr. Trevor Hale kept his office just a few degrees warmer than would be required to hang meat. Glancing around at the four walls, she once again fought the urge to study the anatomy diagrams…again. Just as she was about to get up and look through the drawers that were underneath the only counter in the room, she heard someone begin opening the door. Wearing his obviously well practiced smile and carrying his usual clipboard, her doctor of close to six years stepped into the room.
"Good afternoon, Agent Walker. It's been a while…how've you been? Anything I need to know about?" he asked, glancing up from the paperwork in his hand.
"I know it hasn't been five years but I figured that since I was in town for a briefing and to get re-certified as an instructor for several weapons and martial arts courses, I'd use the time to get my birth control implant replaced."
"That shouldn't be a problem, Agent Walker. Anything else that I should be aware of before I send my assistant in to remove the implant and draw some blood so we can update your records?"
"Well…I'm about two weeks late…"
"Say no more. The blood work will tell us if there is anything that needs to be looked into. I make sure the receptionist sets up another appointment for you. It'll take forty-eight hours to get all of the results back, when you come back in we'll take care of your new implant, until then…have fun with all of your 're-certs', just try not to break anything…either something of yours …or something belonging to anyone else."
"Ok doc…see you in two days."
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Sarah had been very busy for the two days that her doctor had said he needed to get her test results back. She had re-qualified in everything that needed to be brought up to date. She had also talked to Chuck every night because he insisted on calling and wishing her pleasant dreams before she went to bed. And last night the dreams had been very pleasant indeed. The cold shower she had taken this morning only served to remind her how much she really missed him…which was much more that she had ever missed anyone.
Arriving at the doctor's office right on time, she was sent back to the same exam room she had been in just two days prior. Dr Hale appeared in less than five minutes which surprised her quite a bit. She couldn't remember having such a short wait…for any doctor…ever. The surprise must have shown on her face because the doctor chuckled.
"Sorry that I didn't keep you waiting…sometimes I just like to see the look of shock on a patients face when they aren't kept waiting. I see it worked on you."
"It sure did! Well doc, how did the tests all turn out? Anything I need to worry about?"
"Well…nothing out of the norm… for someone in your condition."
"What condition?" Sarah asked as a huge sinking feeling suddenly appeared from nowhere.
"Well, let's just say that you don't have to worry about the implant right away."
"And why is that?" she asked, afraid that she already knew the answer.
"Because, Agent Walker, you're pregnant…I'd say maybe three or four weeks."
Sarah was dumbstruck and struggled to catch her breath. After a few moments she realized that the doctor was still speaking and tried to catch up.
"…and I'd be happy to have the receptionist schedule an appointment for the procedure, as early as tomorrow if you wish."
"Procedure?"
Well, yes…or I can write you a prescription for the CIA's new, extra strength, 'morning after' pill."
Sarah Walker is shaken and tries to make sure that her doctor doesn't notice. After telling him that she'd get back to him about the appointment, she got to her feet, shook his hand and left the office. She failed to see her doctor making notes on the paperwork attached to his clipboard
"Have a good day Agent Walker. Just give us a call when you decide how you want to handle this."
'Handle this' she asked herself, wondering why the question had seemed so impersonal. 'I need some air…maybe a walk will clear my head' she told herself as she left the doctor's office.
Several hours later she found herself sitting at a small café, slowly sipping form a bottle of water. The ringing of her phone snapped her back to reality and she realized that she was late for her briefing with her boss and General Beckman. By the time she made it to the general's office, she was almost twenty minutes late and it was easy to see that her tardiness wasn't appreciated. Taking a seat in front of the general's desk, she tried to regain her composure as the general activated the video link that would allow the Director of the CIA, her boss, to join the briefing.
"Glad you could make it" Langstrom Graham said, obviously upset.
"Yes, thanks so much for your prompt arrival" general Diane Beckman added, plainly in the same mood as her boss. "Let's get this started…what is your opinion of the asset's job performance, so far? Is he adjusting to the fieldwork? How is your cover working out? Any problems there that we should know about? Do you have any suggestions for making this easier for all concerned?"
'Where do I start and how much do they know?' Sarah asked herself. "Well, ma'am…sir, I believe that Chu…the asset has a tremendous amount of potential. In order to better tap into that, he needs training…both physical and mental. With the proper training, which I believe Agent Casey and I could provide, I think that the asset could be a large benefit in our fight with Fulcrum."
"Alright, Agent Walker, get together with Agent Casey and set up a training program. Let us know the details and we'll add or change anything that we see that need to be corrected." Director Graham said.
"What about your cover, Agent Walker?" the general asked. "Are there any problems we should know about?"
"No ma'am…everything is fine." She said as wondered how much her bosses actually knew. "It might be time, however, for the asset and I to consider moving in together. It would make surveillance easier… and also it would also make the training program seem more natural. The asset doesn't really exercise much now, but if we move in together, his sudden desire to 'get in shape' would be easier to work within the cover."
"That sounds solid." The director said, adding "go ahead with the plan and keep me up to date." Before cutting the video link.
Thinking that the meeting was finished, Sarah began to get up, intending to leave.
"Just a minute, Agent Walker" the general said in a voice that clearly indicated that the meeting wasn't over. Sitting back down, Sarah waited to hear what else the general had to add. "When are you planning to schedule the procedure" she asked, looking up from the paperwork that had suddenly appeared in her hand.
"I'm sorry…what was that general?"
"The pregnancy…when are you planning to terminate it?"
"I'm sorry General…I haven't decided if I'm going to terminate it. I need to speak to the father first."
"Agent Walker…Sarah…I know that Agent Larkin is not the father. That being said, I hope that you haven't become involved with your asset. Sex as a control method, while not encouraged, is sometimes used. The problem with that method is that it can lead to an agent being compromised. Have you compromised yourself with your asset?"
"Ma'am…I'm in control of the situation! After I speak with the 'donor', I'll inform you of my decision concerning the termination procedure" Sarah said with as much professionalism as she could manage.
"Very well, Agent Walker. I'll be waiting to hear your decision. I agree with the director about the asset and your plans…go ahead and implement them. Dismissed"
"Yes ma'am" she said as she got up and left the office as quickly as she could without appearing to be running.
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Sarah spent the entire flight back to Burbank trying to decide how and what she would tell Chuck. He deserved to know about the pregnancy but how much would his opinion really matter in her decision making. She realizes that three months ago she wouldn't have had any doubts about terminating the pregnancy and that Chuck, somehow or other, had come to mean so much to her that she was actually considering keeping this child... his child. 'What the hell has happened to you?' she asked herself, repeatedly. And each time the answer was simple...Chuck!
After landing at LAX and collecting her luggage, Sarah made her way to short term parking to retrieve her beloved Porsche. As she reached to unlock the door, a stray thought almost made her knees buckle. 'I wonder if they make baby seats for a Porsche...and where would Chuck sit?'she caught herself wondering before banishing the thought. 'Get a grip Walker, you haven't even told him yet...you don't know how he'll react...you don't know if he would even want a kid...with you' and that was the thought that scared her the most...would he want her? 'Only one way to find out, put up or shut up' she told herself as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Chuck's number.
"Hey Chuck, I just got back in...yes, I've missed you too. How would you like to go out on a date tonight?...no it's not a cover date...yes , I know that a real date is the opposite of a cover date and that's what I mean...of course I'm a very forward modern woman, that's why I not only asked you out...I'm also going to pick you up. Be ready at seven...I'm going to take you to dinner and then I thought we might go for a walk on the beach...yes I know that sounds romantic, that's why they call it a date...and Chuck?...ther's some things I have to talk to you about...no, not a bunker you big goofball...these are things that I think you'll like. Yes, I'll see you at seven." she finished the call, silently adding, 'I really do hope you like them!'
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Chuck finished the phone call and put his pkone back into his pocket. Sarah was back and she had asked him out on a real date. The huge smile on his face would blinded any mere mortal who happened to see it so he toned it down so no one could possibly see how happy he was and try to bring him down. Looking around to make sure that his smile went unobserved, he noticed that he was the only 'nerd' at the Nerd Merd desk. Further extending his observations, he saw only green-shirts on the sales floor. Checking the off-site work sheet he discovered that Anna was the only nerd who shouldn't be on counter duty. Worry began to nibble at Chuck's calm. Jeff and Lester were missing and after checking the stores video surviellance system and finding no sign of the gruesome twosome, the worry began to take even bigger bites. He was sure that he'd seen them just a short time ago but knew that they could cause trouble faster than a five year old on a sugar rush, something he had learned from bitter experience. Scanning the store again, he caught sight of Casey and signaled him over.
"What is it , Bartowski?"
"We could be in for a lot of trouble!"
"What, did you flash on something?"
"No...Jeff and Lester are missing and un-supervised!"
"Shit...did you check the surviellance cameras?"
"Checked the cameras...no luck. They're not on an install...no herder is checked out..." Chuck rambled on before ...
"BARTOWSKI...MY OFFICE...NOW!" Big Mike said over the in store system.
Chuck looked at Casey and then turned and headed towards the office. 'What have those two idiots done this time?' Chuck asked himself as he opened Big Mike's office door. Surprised that Jeff and/or Lester were not present, he looked at Mike and after closing the door,sat down when he was directed to do so.
"Shit" Casey grunted as he watched the door close. He was about to pull up the bugs in the office when he noticed a potential customer eyeing a 'Beast Master' grill and got ready to head over to what he hoped would be his seventh grill sale this month. 'How bad can it be? It's Bartowski' he said to himself. Just as he was about to leave the counter he noticed Jeff and Lester come slinking out of the back.
"Well, I guess Chuck's gonna get what's coming to him!" Lester said with a smirk and a toss of his bangs.
"Yeah..." Jeff added before losing the thought and going to his default appearence...confused.
Deciding not to damage the idiots, Casey simply grunted and walked away. 'It can't be too bad...after all, the moron does practically run the place' he said to himself as he prepared to make some un-suspecting customer the new owner of the world's best grill.
"Yeah, Big Mike...you wanted to see me?"
"Sit down Bartowski. I just got a ten minute ass chewing from corporate. It seems that someone, using your account and your password, sent a company wide e-mail that proclaimed..."CHUCK IS GOD!". Attached to the email was a virus that just crashed BuyMore's entire system. I tried to explain that you would never do something like this but those fat cats at corporate don't give a shit about my opinion.I'm really sorry to say this Chuck but...you're fired!"