"Chuck vs the Aussie"
AN1: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I am again sorry for the delay... just check last post date and well do I ever suck. I have been very busy and writers block has been a pain. But it is funny… I always knew I loved the show because I really identify with the characters – not just Chuck, but also Sarah and Casey in many ways. Well, I have recently come to terms with underachieving in my own 'Buymore hell' at work. Good skill building, but beyond that my work life kinda is destroying the rest of my life with the long hours I put in. I honestly feel like one of my favorite quotes from Sheldon on the Big Bang Theory: "I have Masters degree (and 2 PhD's), I should not have to do this!" But alas I do (have to work) so I will continue to do my best to find my muse… and time to write. Thanks to esardi for checking to make sure I was still alive and guests Fan Reader and Obleebah and all the reviewers who I am so thankful enjoy this story for pushing me to write. This will be completed rather soon and I have a few short stories planned – one that I think will be a fun mystery story. Anyway… this is the next installment and hopefully this delivers and is worth the wait. And yes, I finally end the Shaw arc – I promise… so enjoy! I was going to try something different here – this chapter was originally going to be essentially fliclet's that set up the Shaw fall and then chronicle Chuck and Sarah's days in London. But it would have been too much so I am going to allude to the touristy stuff Chuck and Sarah do and if there is a demand once the story is done I may do oneshots to fill in the days as little drabbles. Keep an eye on the dates as this chapter is a time compression chapter as we move to the end of the Games and this stories finale. And I hope the end of the chapter makes you smile… no more teasing from me, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimers – I don't own Chuck or the Olympics (additional disclaimers in AN2).
Italics will always denote character thoughts and once again keep an eye on the time shifts and dates.
And thank you to everyone who has provided feedback – you have no idea how much I appreciate it! I always PM reviewers… though they may be late from time to time (my bad). I will never beg for reviews, but feedback is so useful and now more than ever are reviews appreciated - the time that is spent reviewing really lifts a writer's spirit. So to those who review thank you so much and to those who read thank you and I hope you continue to enjoy this story.
Chapter 18: Just Desserts
New Scotland Yard
London, United Kingdom
August 5, 2012
06:30hrs BST
Inspector Angel fast walks down the halls of the "Met" (New Scotland Yard) with his trusty brunette clerk hot on his heels. Angel's face is intense and exudes concentration as he turns smoothly and crisply opens the grey door of the conference room to his left. He swiftly enters the command center in his uniform and instantly attracts the attention of his team. The men pause momentarily as they dress into their body armor and organize their gear before instantly and smartly snapping to attention in the presence of their commanding officer, much to Angel's satisfaction.
Angel smirks briefly before schooling his expression as he looks on at the Specialist Firearms Command (CO19) of the Met, the SWAT equivalent in London. "Back at it lads! Get your gear, we have a high priority target to capture. And thank you for making your way from your home at Leman Street Station (CO19's home base).
The specialized CO19 squad quickly rallies its gear and finishes dressing in their armor over their blue tactical clothes. The men grab their gear bags after strapping most of their gear to their vests or on thigh and ankle holsters as they pick up their H&K G36 assault rifles and assemble in front of Angel and his staff.
Angel briefly whispers to his clerk and seconds later she moves to the wall and the room dims as a projector hums to life and an image flashes upon the screen.
Angel clears his throat, "Men, this is the suspect we are after – Daniel Shaw, a British National and a London resident. He is an Olympic swimmer that just finished competing in the Games…"
"Poorly! The wanker!" one of the CO19 officers called out to the mirth of the group as laughter echoed in the room.
Angel smirks again, "Too right! Now, we interrogated a local man named Justin Sullivan after capturing him in addition to Bryce Larkin of Ireland and Jill Roberts of America. These interrogations were the result of attempts and attacks on the American swimmer Charles 'Chuck' Bartowski of the United States and Sarah Walker of Australia."
The images of the suspects were on the screen and as soon as Angel mentions Sarah and Chuck their images replace the criminals on the screen. Instantly the men chatter and whistles are heard.
Angel calls out, "Yes, yes she is very fetching! Sarah Walker is currently in a relationship with Mr. Bartowski, which you would know if you watch the news… or don't live under a rock."
The men laugh heartily as one man calls out what the men are thinking, "LUCKY BASTARD!"
Angel laughs with the group and says, "Yes he is a lucky bugger eh!" He then turns to his clerk who has an unimpressed expression on her face as she clicks to an image of Shaw once more. Angel quickly regains his composure and begins again, "Okay, back on track boys! We have discovered that Shaw orchestrated two attacks on Walker and Bartowski including a potential assignation attempt, so head in the game!"
The men instantly snap back to attention and listen intently. Angel then continues, "From our interrogations of Sullivan we have discovered that Shaw is himself a pawn in a previously unknown organization called the Ring that is operating illegally in the United Kingdom. We have observed criminal activity, including gambling and organized crime, but had no evidence it was linked to a single group. We were wrong; it appears the Ring is in fact a powerful crime syndicate. Their interests are global and driven by money. The whole Bartowski business is likely connected to gambling, but there may be more to it… I normally would expect a personal vendetta, but right now the why is less important. We have to capture Shaw in order to gain further intelligence on the Ring and halt their activities. Shaw's capture will be a huge blow, so no mistakes!"
Angel pauses and a young officer in full tactical gear raises his hand. Angel nods and says to the man, "Yes?"
The CO19 officer asks plainly, "Sir, you mentioned that our target (Shaw) was initially after a Yank, are the Americans going to be involved in the takedown?"
Angel nods while sighing, "Excellent questions… the Americans have been involved. A Colonel Casey is a coach for the Americans and happens to have a past that made him the best man to coordinate Bartowski and Walker's security. He also 'broke' Sullivan in the interrogation. If I had my way he and the Americans would be supporting you boys, but the higher ups disagree… damn politics," Angel spits the last as if it left a bad taste in his mouth as the men in the room shake their heads.
Another man clarifies, "So no Americans of friendly teams to be aware of?"
Angel nods, "No, you will be the sole team apprehending Shaw." Inspector Angel then looks around the room, "Any questions?"
After no one speaks Angel continues, "Okay, let us go over the capture plan once more. I want this to be locked down, no mistakes!"
As Inspector Angel meticulously lays out the plan including team locations, rally points, intelligence on Shaw and his movements and the exact take down spot. Meanwhile, across town in an abandoned warehouse near the Olympic Village a very large man grins around his unlit cigar as he listens to every word of the briefing.
From outside of the warehouse an Agent in a crisp black suit, tie and sunglasses approaches the hulking man. The Agent then addresses his leader, "Sir! Alpha team is ready and awaiting your orders."
The hulking man turns and smirks, "Carry on Lieutenant. Sorry about the monkey suit, but we don't want to make this look like a military operation." Casey chuckles to himself and thinks mirthfully, hell the CIA might even catch the blame… that would be… outstanding.
The man salutes crisply before saying confidently, "No worries Sir. And Colonel… good to see you back in the saddle." The Agent's stone faced expression breaks into a teasing smirk as he says this.
Colonel Casey smirks and holds back a chuckle, "Couldn't let you have all the fun Smith."
Agent Smith smirks before hollering out, "OORAH!"
Casey nods, "OORAH! Get some!"
Colonel Casey turns his attention back to the audio feed of Inspector Angel's briefing and almost feels bad for bugging Angel and New Scotland Yard… almost.
Casey pauses thoughtfully as his intercepts all of Angel's and the Brit's intelligence and apprehension plan of the target, Daniel Shaw.
As Angel finishes his briefing, Casey smiles and turns to his men, half of whom are dressed in black suits and sunglasses, while the other half are dressed like Casey in full tactical gear with a black balaclava to hide their identities. Casey thinks to himself as he smirks, Sorry Angel, you are a good man, but this bastard is mine! You don't fuck with the USA or my boys!
From the abandoned warehouse that is acting as the NSA ops center, Casey bellows to his team, "We got the Intel boys! Mount up! We got a limey to bag!"
His men yell in unison, "Yes Sir!" As they mobilize with military precision. Agent Smith, who has been designated by Casey as the 'face of the operation,' much to the Lieutenants amusement bumps fists with one of the men as the teams jump four a piece into the seven mirror black Audi Q7 SUV's.
Casey smirks critically at the German SUV's and thinks, Damn I miss the Vic… oh well… these CIA specials will have to do. Yep this is going to be fun.
Casey then bellows, "Alright, Move Out!"
Office Building at an Unknown Location
London, United Kingdom
August 5, 2012
07:55 hrs BST
Meanwhile….
"Ah, Vincent. Thank you for joining me."
Vincent nods his bald head with a stone faced expression emanating from his blank expressionless face. He responds evenly, professionally and without emotion, "My pleasure Director."
The Director of the Ring smirks cockily, "Vincent, we are going to need your services to… clean up a problem."
"Of course, what is my target?"
The Director smiles at the consummate professional in front of him, "Vincent, your target is a loose end, Daniel Shaw. He is a colossal pain in my ass and he has failed me for the last time. Do what you do best."
"Yes Sir." Vincent replies simply.
The Director then has a thoughtful expression flash upon his face as he thinks for a moment. He then replies to Vincent, "Shaw is how you say… a visible target, he is an Olympian, and so a subtle approach will be needed. In fact, I will call him and set it up so you are able to cleanly deal with the problem.
Vincent only nods as the Director pulls his circular phone from his pocket as the green LED screen glows eerily as he dials Shaw's mobile. The Director then puts the phone on speaker as it rings, while Vincent stands at attention with his arms behind his back.
From the other end of the line a respond comes, "Shaw here."
"Ah Daniel, how good of you to take my call."
There is a pause on the other end of the line before Shaw responds with an ever so slight nervous edge, "Yes Director."
The Director's face darkens, "You have failed us Shaw and you know the consequences, but…"
Before the Director can calm Shaw and get him to lower his guard so Vincent can do what he does best, Shaw interrupts, "I know your plans Director and I have an insurance policy."
Vincent's eyebrow rises as the Director seethes. The Director angrily says, "That will not be necessary. We have decided that your status in London and abroad as an athlete and minor celebrity make you valuable to us."
Shaw laughs dryly, "Do you take me for a fool? I know you and know how you and the elders deal with loose ends. You are NOT DISAPEARRING ME!"
The Director, beginning to lose his composure and patience asks, "Why, pray tell would I do that to a valuable employee?" The Director's voice states in his eerie British accent in an innocent tone.
Shaw yells back, "SAVE IT! I have amassed evidence on the Ring and all of your operations. If I am detained or killed I will be unable to prevent this information from being automatically sent the authorities, including MI-5, MPS, and to the Americans for good measure!"
The Director grips the phone tightly in his rage filled grasp as he bites back a curse, "That will be wholly unnecessary Daniel."
"HA! I know better. Now, you and the Ring have… how should I put it… incentive to keep me alive, happy and out of the hands of the authorities."
The bitterness in the Director's voice cuts through as he says, "You are threatening the Ring!" He yells into the phone in a rage.
"Yes," Shaw replies smugly.
"You insolent WORM!" The Director yells back.
"Ah, Ah Director. You will hurt my feelings. Now, for my curiosity, why was Bartowski a target?"
"I don't have to explain our plans to you!"
"Director, why risk so much because of this single Yank?"
The Director in a fit of rage yells out without thinking, "Money! And we were going to put the Americans in their place!" The Director continues in a fit of anger, "We have had people watching the American team and quickly learned that for some odd reason Bartowski is the glue of that team. Everyone likes him and the fool doesn't even realize his charm and the potential power he could have. With him gone, the whole team would be in disarray and without the mental edge and they would all falter after the fall of their good friend. We would have done our duty taking down the Americans and embarrassing them, while becoming rich, but you failed us!"
Shaw shakes his head and looks at his phone, "So that's it? It was all about pride? Hubris, I see." Shaw then thinks, "Hell, it probably would have worked… Bartowski seems to have an effect on people, but alas his fall was not meant to be."
The Director grits his teeth, while Shaw smirks once more enjoying the power over his former boss. Shaw then speaks, "Well, thank you for the illuminating conversation and I will be sure to be in touch." Shaw then hangs up on the Director.
The Director screams in frustration and throws his phone, which shatters upon the wall. He turns and calls loudly, "VINCENT!"
"Yes Sir." Vincent replies calmly.
"I want you to investigate Shaw's threat and take him down as painfully as possible! Do you understand?!"
Vincent smiles evilly through hollow eyes, "Yes sir." He then disappears into the shadows leaving the Director alone.
As the Director smoothes his grossly expensive Italian suit, the wheels of fate moved as the Ring, the London Police and the NSA closed in on Daniel Shaw.
Sarah's Apartment at the Athlete's Village (3 Days later)
London, United Kingdom
August 8, 2012
09:00hrs BST
Sarah had awoken with a huge smile on her face after another wonderful, restful night's sleep following another wonderful day with Chuck. From bed Sarah lets out a contented sigh as she thinks of the past three days since their events had ended.
Sarah pulls the sheets over her head as she giggles as she thinks of the great days she has had. Of course Carina had dragged Zondra out partying and had tried to get Chuck and her into the spirit, but as of yet the young couple had resisted.
On the 5th (of August) Chuck and Sarah had braved the media blitz and had gone to see the Aussie and American teams compete in water polo and women's basketball. Once again they joked, laughed and attracted the mass attention of legions of fans as they enjoyed watching others compete. As Sarah thinks of snuggling with Chuck courtside and… well pool side she feels a warm feeling suffuse her entire being. She inhales deeply in contentment as she remembers the next day.
Following a day in the media eye, Chuck and Sarah had decided that the following two days were the perfect time to play tourist around London. The first day they went to many historic sites including the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, St Paul's Cathedral, Westminster Abby, and Windsor Castle. It was a long day as the couple dodged fans and the media as they explored the grand city of London.
The following day the nerd in both Chuck and Sarah came out as both explored the museums of London, mainly the Natural History Museum, the British Museum, Tate Modern and of course because they are both musically inclined they attended the British Music experience. The days were long and packed but both simply loved exploring the city despite the long hours.
Sarah smiles as she thinks of their long walks in Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly Circus and through Hyde Park. Sarah had quickly decided that spending time with Chuck was the best part of her day.
As Sarah sits in her own world thinking over the action packed fun of the last few days she finally decides to rise and get herself some much needed coffee and food before beginning her day. She briefly pauses suddenly deep in thought, I wonder what we are doing today… hum… Chuck usually plans out the day with me. Come to think of it he was being a little secretive… I wonder.
Sarah pushes the thought from her mind as she makes a simple breakfast of toast and coffee before sitting at her coffee table with a copy of the Times as she enjoys her meal.
As she reads the paper she sees a story about Daniel Shaw, but before she can really explore the news story there is a knock at the door. Sarah abandons the paper and throws on a robe before answering the door. Her face nearly splits in two when she sees Chuck standing with a huge smile on his face.
"Hey Sarah!"
Sarah smiles even brighter, "Chuck!"
Chuck then pulls a beautiful bouquet of flowers, gardenias to be specific. Sarah's breath instantly catches as she stares at the flowers reverently. In a soft voice, almost inaudible she emotionally says, "Oh Chuck… they are beautiful…"
Sarah motions Chuck to enter and he excitedly does after handing her the flower arrangement.
Sarah then finds her voice, "Gardenias… my favorite…" A huge smile takes over her rather shocked and emotional visage after the simple, yet perfect gift from Chuck.
He smiles his special smile and says, "I am glad you like them… I kinda had a couple spies help me figure out your favorite flower."
Sarah smirks, "Who was it? Zondra, Carina, Mom?"
Chuck smiles again, "I will never tell!"
Sarah's smirk becomes a little predatory and Chuck's smile falls to a nervous expression as Sarah touches him softly before pulling him into a searing kiss. When the kiss breaks Sarah simply asks, "So… who told you Chuck?"
Chuck's face is overcome with a wide, frozen smile and he cannot hold up against her seduction as he dreamily says, "All of the above…"
Sarah chuckles, "Well I had better thank Zondra, Carina and Mom then."
Chuck shakes his head clearing the fog of Sarah Walker before saying mirthfully with a pout, "That is not fair you know!"
Sarah puts on an innocent look, "What, whatever do you mean," as she bats her eyes innocently at him eliciting a groan from him.
"That! That is not fair and you are killing me woman!"
Sarah internally begins to worry at that statement. Sarah is many things, but good at relationships is not one of them. After her terrible experience in university she has not opened her heart and now with Chuck, despite her desires otherwise she has been unable to express herself physically… or full verbally as the couple had yet to reach the I love you monument of their relationship. Sure both were head over heels for one another, but fear overshadowed their happiness. Sarah's current fear has to do with the potential that the lack of intercourse could be frustrating Chuck. Before she could get too deep in thought Chuck once again saved her from darker thoughts.
"It is a good thing you are so cute, so I put up with you using your evil powers on me."
Sarah smiles back at Chuck and kisses him again. "Thank you Chuck… I love these."
Sarah's last statement was not playful; rather it was intense and heartfelt. Chuck, misinterpreting the intensity makes a joke, "Wow, you really like the flowers! It's like no one has ever given you flowers before."
Sarah instantly blushes and looks down and away from Chuck.
"Sarah? You Okay?"
She breathes deeply before softly saying, "I'm fine."
Chuck looks troubled, "But I said… and then you… what's wrong?'
Sarah smiles softly before touching Chuck's cheek gently, "Nothing… it's just no one has ever given me flowers…"
Chuck pauses in thought, "Wait… never? I am so sorry… well it is about time that a beautiful girl got her favorite flowers."
Sarah smiles brightly, "So what is the plan for the day?"
Chuck smiles back, "It is a secret, go get ready!"
Sarah laughs, "Fine, but it better be good!"
As Sarah enters the bathroom to shower Chuck smiles and softly says to himself, "It should be perfect…"
Westfield London Shopping Center
London, United Kingdom
August 8, 2012
11:00hrs BST
As the hackney cab stops in front of the behemoth of glass and cement, Chuck pays the driver and quickly jumps out and opens the cab door for Sarah. Sarah meanwhile is frozen and awestruck by not only the building, one of the largest shopping centers in Europe, but mainly due to the thoughtfulness of Chuck.
"Chuck… this is a shopping center… are you teasing me?"
Chuck laughs heartily before gently grasping her wrist before pulling her from her seat in the cab onto the sidewalk. He charmingly answers, "I would never tease you like that. What? I can't take a beautiful girl to shop?"
Sarah smiles widely, "You really are something else you know that."
Chuck blushes, "Just a nerd Sarah, just a nerd…"
Sarah grasps his hand tightly and smiles. After sharing a look Sarah's excitement wins out, "Okay then let's go shop!" She then begins dragging Chuck into the large shopping center of over 270 stores. As Chuck is being dragged along, literally he thinks, I may be in over my head… look at that smile… so worth it!
Sarah pulls Chuck from store to store to store as she looks at and models clothes and accessories for Chuck. She then decides to find Chuck some new cloths and he becomes, slightly reluctantly her sexy and nerdy model. They both laugh and joke as they enjoy touring the massive facility.
Eventually Sarah brought Chuck into an HMV store, which is a movie, music and video game store. Chuck's face lit up as they look around at all the cool entertainment options as they shopped.
Suddenly an odd man in a grey vest and slacks approaches the pair. Without warning he impolitely interrupts their conversation, "Mr. Bartowski, Miss Walker! May name is Emmitt Milbarge and I am the manager, well assistant manager of this establishment."
Chuck looks at the man uncertainly and thinks to himself, He looks like he belongs in a BuyMore… this is going to be a pain…
"Hello… Emmitt is it… nice to meet you…"
Sarah instantly noting Chuck's discomfort steps in, "Emmitt is it, we were just leaving, but you have a very nice store…"
As Sarah pulls Chuck to leave, Emmitt blocks their way. "Chuck, Sarah… I have a proposition for you. We need a boost in sales here to beat our competing stores. So I was thinking you two could give HMV a nice endorsement here in store. We could make it worth your while."
Chuck and Sarah share a look before laughing, "You're kidding right?" Sarah says through her chuckles.
Emmitt has an angry look grow on his face, "We can certainly make you both wealthy, we can all win!"
Chuck then steps in front of Sarah as he addresses Emmitt, "Look, we are bound by Rule 40 of the Olympics so we are not allowed to do any endorsements and if we do we will lose our medals. Sorry, but not a chance we risk everything for a few bucks. Thanks though…"
Chuck grasps Sarah's and and the pair share a smile before leaving the store and a very angry Emmitt Milbarge. Emmitt yells, "You're wasting a great opportunity and you will regret it!"
As they walk away they chuckle at the sad little man as they make their way together through the halls of the shopping center to the main atrium. The atrium has a massive glass roof made up of triangular pieces of glass and metal, held up by large white, tree looking supports that branch out and hold up the curved ceiling.
Finally Chuck calls a timeout as the pair stops at the food court for a quick meal. After the meal is finished Sarah prepares to drag Chuck off for more shopping fun when Chuck says with a smile, "I have another surprise."
Sarah blinks, "Really, more than shopping?"
Chuck begins to speak, "Well…"
But is interrupted by a woman's yell, "Hey blondie!'
Sarah's head snaps and she sees Zondra and Carina approaching with smirks on their faces. She then sees Ellie and Devon, Emma, Morgan and Alex approaching the couple.
Sarah is confused for a moment, but smiles brightly, enjoying seeing her Mom and friends, but also wishing for more time alone with Chuck. She pushes that aside and smiles, "Hey everyone! What are you doing here?"
Carina smirks, "You're coming with us Sarah, we have a mission. Say bye to Chucky, you will see him later."
Sarah looks with a surprised expression at Chuck who simply shrug's as Awesome and Morgan grab him and drag him off, while the girls pull Sarah off.
Chuck and Sarah wave before they disappear from each other's view. Finally Sarah halts the group, "Okay what is going on?"
Emma answers this, "It is a surprise Sarah, but we need to find you a dress."
Suddenly from behind a familiar voice echo's, "And I know just the place." The group turns and sees the smiling face of Mary Bartowski. The girls smile and drag Sarah off.
Later…
Sarah and the girls made their way quickly to the Village section of the Westfield shopping center, which was where all of the upscale stores like Dior, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and many others were located.
Sarah instantly protests, "no, I can't afford this… it would just be torture to find something I love that I can never have." Sarah looks a little ashamed at her statement and Mary is the one to respond with a laugh.
Sarah looks confused at Mary. Mary then says, "You really are humble dear, I really like that, but you are not buying… I am."
All the girls smile, already knowing Mary's choice to pay for the groups shopping spree. Sarah's face blanks in shock before she finally says, "I appreciate the offer, but I can't take your money… it is too much."
Mary laughs again to Sarah's surprise, "Oh Sarah that is why you deserve to be treated. If I thought you would jump at the offer I wouldn't have made it. And I am not taking no for an answer. I have my credit card and we have celebrating to do after all your kids' performances at the Games. Come on, I have a dress in mind, but let's shop a little first!'
With that the girls pulled Sarah along to the various upscale and grossly expensive shops.
Meanwhile…
Chuck, Devon and Morgan use a different route, but find themselves in the Village section of the shopping center. Chuck is still nervous and turns to his friends, "This is crazy right?"
Devon chuckles, "No bro, this is awesome!"
Morgan adds, "Chuck, this idea of yours is brilliant and as soon as you told Ellie and as soon as Ellie told your Mom this was guaranteed! Now, our orders are to make sure you are presentable tonight… so, let's find you a tux!"
Devon slaps Chuck's back and then the boys pull Chuck into Burberry in search of a tailored tuxedo for tonight.
As they search the store Chuck asks nervously, "You think Sarah will enjoy the show tonight? I mean it is a special performance and with a black tie dress code for this special performance… is this too much?"
"Never," both Morgan and Devon say as they look for a tux as a stylist comes over to help.
The stylist asks, "Can I help you gentlemen?"
Devon replies, "Yes sir, we need a tailor to prepare a suit for our buddy Chuck here."
"Excellent, let me grab Pierre… wait you two look familiar… Chuck, as in Chuck Bartowski the Olympian!"
Chuck's shoulders slump, "Crap…"
Later…
Sarah is standing in a beautiful dress on a pedestal in front of a large mirror surrounded by a stylist, Mary, Emma, Ellie, Carina, Zondra and Alex. All of whom have awestruck expressions on their faces.
Sarah asks shyly, "Well?"
Ellie answers for the group, "Perfect."
Meanwhile…
Chuck stands a little awkwardly and nervously on the pedestal in Burberry in his expensive black tuxedo as Morgan, Devon, the stylist and the tailor look on.
Chuck asks simply, "So… what do you think?"
Devon replies, "Awesome!"
Morgan smiles, "Dude, you look like James Bond!"
Suddenly there is a shutter sound from a camera phone and the three friends look at the stylist who is looking away innocently. The stylist then says, "What?"
Chuck shakes his head, "Great… well at least we haven't been mobbed yet."
As soon as he says that Devon and Morgan cringe, "Dude, you never say that because as soon as you do…"
Suddenly Chuck, Morgan and Devon look around the store and instantly realize they have been recognized… well Chuck has.
Devon whispers through the side of his mouth, "Dude, get changed, me and Morgan will pay with your card… we may have to run for it." Chuck simply gulps and nods before disappearing in the changing room.
Then over the shopping speakers there is a shrill voice of Emmitt Mibarge announces, "Attention shoppers, I am here to inform you that Olympians Chuck Bartowski and Sarah Walker are currently in the shopping center. Make them feel welcome."
Chuck looks at Morgan and Devon as he exits the change room just in time to hear the announcement as Devon grabs Chuck's tux in its protective bag.
The friends then run out of the store and see the crowds of people looking for the star athletes. They all curse, "Crap!"
They run and are actually chased by the rabid fans. Meanwhile the ladies are in the same boat having paid for Sarah's dress and clothes for the other ladies before having to run for the exits. Luckily the two groups ran into one another and together made their escape out the doors of the shopping center and onto the street where they flagged down a number of cabs.
Once inside Chuck and Sarah share a look and break out laughing. Sarah speaks with mirth in her voice, "Well that was interesting."
Chuck laughs, "Yeah, really exiting - a shopping date and a chase!"
They both laugh again as they make their way back to their Olympic apartments before the final phase of the evening begins.
Sarah's Apartment at the Athletes Village
London, United Kingdom
August 8, 2012
18:50hrs BST
After a quick dinner Chuck and Sarah retired to their respective apartments to change. Sarah was still unaware of the plan and why she needed such a perfect dress for the evening, but for tonight she embraced the excitement of the surprise and got ready for what awaited her.
Meanwhile, Chuck had gotten ready and into his perfectly tailored black Burberry tuxedo. As he put on his Team USA Olympic Omega Seamaster watch, he looks at himself in the mirror and can't help hoping Sarah likes the tux. He then quickly exits his apartment and moves to Sarah's building and up the stairs to her door. He nervously pauses and runs his hand through his slightly styled, yet still curly hair before knocking on the door.
As the door swings open both Chuck and Sarah's breath catches as they see one another in their elegant and expensive clothing.
Chuck's mouth drops open as he looks upon Sarah's ethereal form. Sarah is wearing a deep blue strapless Versace gown with just the slightest sheen to the elegant satin fabric. The dress is form fitting and falls to Sarah's ankles and high heel adorned feet. The dress has an elegant sash across the waist, while her hair flows in soft curls to her shoulders, while her makeup is soft and elegant to match her stunning dress.
As Chuck stares blankly in awe at Sarah, Sarah is looking with wide eyes at Chuck. He looks spectacular in his perfectly tailored tux that tapers perfectly to his waist accentuating his broad, strong shoulders. He wears a classic black bow tie against his black tux and crisp white tuxedo shirt.
Chuck finds his words, "So… Beautiful…"
Sarah blushes and says honestly, "You look very dapper Chuck… so where are we going?"
Chuck smiles, "You will see," as he offers her his arm. She gladly interlocks their arms as he guides her to an awaiting black BMW 7 series and their driver for the evening.
Sarah says surprised, "Wow Chuck this is amazing."
Chuck smiles, "The best is yet to come."
And with that they got into the back of the BMW and the driver took off to their destination.
BBC Proms at the Royal Albert Hall
London, United Kingdom
August 8, 2012
19:30hrs BST
The black BMW 7 series pulls in front of the Royal Albert Hall and Chuck exits the car and opens Sarah's door and extends his hand to help Sarah from her seat. As soon as Sarah exits the car she gasps as she looked from the street to their destination. Shrouded in light Sarah stood in awe at the large circular brick building with its domed roof and square Greco-Roman styled entry way. Up a set of white stone stairs stood a large white marble statute in front of the circular building. The building is a perfect circle with three rings of brick; the middle ring being arched windows surrounded my stone and brick. Above that is a brick all the way to the top of the outer ring is stone that is beautifully carved with images that demonstrate the triumph of science and technology. Above the main outer circle is a smaller circle that has a massive glass dome that forms the roof of the large cylinder structure.
Sarah looks at Chuck in awe, "Chuck… this is the Royal Albert Hall, isn't it?"
Chuck smiles and begins escorting her up the stairs, "Yes, we are here to take in a special performance of the BBC Proms."
Sarah smiles excitedly before her brow creases, "But Chuck, there isn't a dress code… so why the special clothes?" She asks while lovingly touching her perfect dress.
"Well, besides you deserving something nice, it is a special black tie event, so we will not look out of place…" Chuck pauses and then smiles, "Well I will blend in, you on the other hand will cause several heart attacks."
Sarah smirks and playfully slaps his arm, "Aren't you the charmer."
Chuck smiles back at her as they make their way into the music hall for the classical music performance. As Chuck and Sarah make their way to their private seats with a perfect view of the orchestra and conductor Sarah finally had to ask. Like an eager child Sarah asks while nearly bouncing with excitement, who is performing and what are they performing?"
Chuck smiles and chuckles, "Eager I see! Okay, so there are three pieces performed by the BBC Symphony Orchestra. First is Shubert's Symphony no. 8 in B minor. Next is Dubugnon's Battlefield Concerto. And finally we hear Richard Strauss' Ein Heldenleben. I hope you like it…"
Sarah smiles widely at Chuck and pulls him into a deep and passionate kiss. After breaking the kiss and hearing coughs from surrounding patrons, unimpressed by the PDA, Sarah looks Chuck deep in the eyes and says, "This is perfect Chuck, thank you."
Chuck smiles back while regaining his normal breathing, "Anything for you Sarah."
Sarah looks deeply at him desperately wanting to tell him her deepest secrets and to tell him the depth of her true feelings. She tries to usher the courage to speak but can't. She is about to gain the courage to tell Chuck how much this means to her and that she lov… when her thoughts are interrupted by the diming of the lights.
Chuck eagerly turns to her, "It's starting!"
Sarah smiles as the announcements are made and soon the music begins to echo. She thinks before becoming lost in the beauty of the sound, I will tell him… someday…
Later…
The performance was outstanding and as Chuck and Sarah made their way to the exit they were not paying attention as they were lost in an exited conversation about the music. Sarah once more marveled at how intensely Chuck threw himself into classical music, simply because it was a passion of hers.
As they exit the building the two are unprepared for the throng of paparazzi and media that await them. Unbeknownst to them the press had caught wind of the couples day, starting with the shopping trip, and the picture taken of Chuck in his tux, and culminating in learning that Chuck had purchased tickets to the Proms. As a result, the media had meticulously staked out the Royal Albert Hall waiting for the perfect shot.
Chuck and Sarah were shocked and the media ate up the pair in their dazzling attire. Chuck and Sarah were becoming simply overwhelmed by the attention they were now having to live with. However, Sarah for once decided that this day was too perfect to allow the press to ruin. She turns to Chuck, "Hey, this day is perfect and if we just have fun and a good attitude we really don't have to worry about these vultures. Let's sign some autographs and take some pictures with fans and have some fun. Then we can go home… I mean back to the Athletes Village." Sarah blushes slightly as she corrects herself.
Chuck beams a smile and flurries of pictures are taken of him and his lovely date. He responds, "That is a perfect idea Sarah!" He extends his arm cordially and says rather debonairly, "Shale we my lady?"
Sarah has to bite down the heat she feels from Chuck's stunning appearance and confident and honestly sexy words. She smiles once she regains her composure, "Lead the way!"
Later…
Chuck and Sarah sit comfortably in the back seat of the BMW 7 series with their hands interlinked as their fingers danced against one another.
Sarah finally speaks up, "I wanted to thank you again Chuck… this was an amazing night."
"Chuck smiles happily, "I am so happy you enjoyed it. It was really lucky there is such an amazing opportunity here in London to enjoy the music you love. Despite being more of a computer nerd, I have to say you have definitely turned me onto this great music, so thank you Sarah."
Sarah looks intently at Chuck looking for deception. But as usually she finds nothing but honesty and kindness from him. She smiles widely at him before she moves closer and rests her head upon his strong shoulder.
Chuck sighs and smiles and chuckles to himself. Sarah looks up from her position resting on his shoulder into his eyes and asks, "What is it?"
Chuck smiles down at her, "Oh nothing… I was just thinking how lucky I am. And honestly, I think of the time here with you, my family and friends and then I think of all the craziness with Bryce and Jill and I honestly can only feel sorry for them."
Sarah nods and smiles up and him, "I'm just glad they failed… I don't know what I would have done if…" Sarah can't finish that thought and Chuck instantly pulls her tight and shushes her.
"Sarah, everything is fine… besides you would protect me with your badass ninja powers, right?"
Sarah giggles and smiles, "Right!"
Chuck smiles back, "And in the end I have great people in my life, which is more than I can say the villains like Larkin or even Shaw have in their lives."
Sarah's head perks ups, "You know I was reading the paper and I saw Shaw's name, the bastard…"
Chuck asks curiously, "What was the story about?"
"Not sure, you came in and I had far better things to do and then think about him." Sarah says definitively.
Chuck smiles, "Agreed… I wonder what ever happened to him… oh well."
Sarah smiles, "Yep, oh well."
Chuck and Sarah ended the night with a pleasant walk in a local park before heading back to the Athletes Village where they bid one another a good night not caring about anyone or anything. Despite Sarah's intense feelings for Chuck, this night was like all those before as she was simply unable to get over her fears and take the relationship to the next level and for now both Chuck and Sarah went to bed alone… and wanting.
Outside Shaw's London Flat (3 days earlier)
London, United Kingdom
August 5, 2012
09:00hrs BST
At points surrounding the block in front of Shaw's London flat stood CO19 squad members of the Metropolitan Police force, ready to apprehend the Ring Agent. Angel was on point directly in front of Shaw's Flat. Tactically it was a perfect ambush position, Shaw's home's main entrance exited onto a narrow street with a large building along the road across the street. This meant that one would have to move up or down the street over 40 to 50 yards to meet an intersecting street. As a result there was no easy egress point for Shaw and as such the police could set up and surround the area rather effectively and create a choke point from which Shaw would be unable to escape.
Angel raises his arm and speaks clearly into his radio, "Alright lads, keep it tight and make sure you are prepared in case this goes sideways. We want to take him alive and use surprise and overwhelming force to avoid a shootout. But if resists and there is no other way, put him down, clear?"
The radio squawked and multiple teams checked in:
Clear
Rodger
Clear sir.
Angel smiles before continuing, "Alright boys, I have eyes on target. He is making is way down in the lift. ETA 1 minute, prepare the assault."
Angel watches intensely as he breathes raggedly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Alright, he is on the street making his way to his car - MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!"
In seconds police cars with sirens blaring come up both sides of the street, while hidden CO19 officers emerge from inside Shaw's building and from various alleyways in order to trap the rather shocked Shaw.
Shaw yells, "The Hell is the meaning of this!"
However, the closest officer only points his G36 in Shaw's face, while three of his counterparts roughly grab Shaw by the shoulders. Shaw resists and the officers expertly kick the back of his knees causing his legs to buckle and his already damaged knees to crash painfully to the hard sidewalk. Shaw is then manhandled to the ground with a CO19 officer placing a knee on the back of his neck, while another officer zip ties Shaw's arms behind his back.
Shaw is swearing and yelling at the officers, "You bastards! Don't you know who I am! I will have your badges for this."
Shaw hears a voice, "Not bloody likely!"
Shaw is roughly dragged to his feet where he is brought face to face with Inspector Angel. Angel scowls at Shaw. Angel then speaks, "Daniel Shaw, you under arrest for conspiracy, assault and attempted murder. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you say may be given in evidence."
Shaw spits back, "You will regret this!"
Angel scowls once more, "I doubt that, take him away!"
Meanwhile…
Vincent stands perched on the roof of the building across from Shaw's flat and sees the CO19 takedown of Shaw. Vincent looks down as the police toss Shaw into the back of a silver BMW police car.
Vincent curses and pulls out his phone, "Director we have a problem."
The police team quickly secures the area and then begins to move down the narrow street in order deposit the criminal they had just detained. Inspector Angel sits in the front seat and was honestly goading Shaw as they made the trip back to the Met lockup.
Suddenly over the radio the lead car called out, "Sir, we have a black SUV approaching the convoy at high speed! Suggest we turn at the next street… Esterbrook and head to Regency."
Angel curses, "Do it!"
As the lead car is about to make the turn when all hell breaks loose as the Audi Q7 directly in front of the convoy cuts hard and skids blocking the forward path as two black Audi Q7's appear to the left, two to the right and two behind the convoy completely blocking the four-way intersection and trapping the police convoy.
Angel radios, "Disembark your vehicles, but be cautious and stay behind as much cover as you can muster, MOVE!"
The CO19 men disembark and crouch into cover behind their car doors as they train their G36's on the seven black Audi's that surround them. At the same moment from the Audi's, men in suits and full tactical gear spilled from the seven Audi SUV's and surrounded the police training their own M4A1's, MP5's and G36's on the surrounded and outgunned police.
Casey, in full tactical gear and wearing a balaclava to hide his identity strokes his gun and fights the urge to open up on the police, they were the good guys after all, but Casey was itching for some gunplay.
With significant theatrics the door to one of the Audi's opens slowly and a man in a black suit, tie and glasses emerges and walks straight towards the police. He speaks evenly, "Stand down Inspector, we do not want to harm your men."
Agent Smith walks straight up to Inspector Angel, whose men keep weapons trained on the man. Angel uses a brief hand signal to calm the men aiming at the Agent and then turns to the suited man in front of him. Angel angrily spits out, "Who the hell are you! Who are you with?!"
The man takes of his glasses and allows Angel to see his eyes, "I am Agent Smith and who I am with is not important."
Angel spits, "Who the hell are you CIA?"
Smith bites back a chuckle as his face remains stoic, "Not important," he looks past Angel and speaks to his me, "I need all you me to the rear of that vehicle."
Angle's 2IC angrily shouts, "You don't have jurisdiction here, we are the Police for god's sakes!"
Agent Smith smirks, "We're not here so when we open up on you with automatic fire, this will have never have happened. We believe you are transporting a terrorist and we want him. Stand down."
Angel is tempted to fight it out but a quick look around and he knows; only death awaits him and his men in a fight. He bites down the bile and shouts over his shoulder to his me, "Relinquish your weapons boys."
"But SIR!" One of his men calls out.
Angel then yells, "Drop it now!"
His men comply and step out of their cover as the suited Agents and Agents in full tactical gear move in and kick away the weapons while two go to the BMW and grab the restrained Shaw.
As Shaw is pulled towards one of the Audi Q7's Shaw can't help but gloat to Angel, "I guess I win."
Angel holds back the urge to pull out his service weapon and shoot the bastard Shaw. Instead Angel coldly says, "You'll get what's coming to you Shaw!"
Shaw smirks, "Yeah? We'll see." Shaw is then thrown into the back seat of a Q7 and the Agents quickly move back to their SUV's.
Agent Smith smiles at Angel, "On behalf of my men and a grateful nation we thank you." Smith turns and begins to walk away before stopping and saying over his shoulder, "Oh and Inspector."
"Yes," Angel replies curiously.
Smith smiles, "I wouldn't worry about Shaw getting the last laugh… as you said, he will certainly get what's coming to him where he is going."
Angel does not know why, but he can only smile at that and in general at the brazen nature of this assault. No questions his is pissed off to a level that he could not imagine, but still he can appreciate a perfect ambush and extraction… and well knowing Shaw was likely to suffer helped.
Agent Smith jumps into the front seat of the Audi Q7 with Shaw in the back and orders his men off. All seven SUV's burn rubber as they take off down the street, quickly disappearing from sight, never to be seen again.
Inside Smith's SUV Shaw smiles widely, "Thanks lads! I see the Ring is truly concerned about my safety, I am touched. Get me out of these ties will you?"
Smith turns to Shaw and smiles before looking to Shaw's right and speaking to the large man in full tactical gear and a balaclava, "Colonel, would you like the honor?"
"Hell yes," the man gruffly says as he pulls off his mask and looks at Shaw with a violent glint in his eye. Shaw sees the look and pales and becomes whiter as John Casey says angrily, "Bad move messing with the USA bub."
Shaw tries to speak, but Casey pulls out a gun and pulls the trigger. Shaw's eyes go wide before he collapses. Casey safeties the weapon and hands it to Smith before saying, "Damn that was almost unsatisfying."
Agent Smith chuckles, "Oh well."
Casey smirks, "LT to our ride. Our bird awaits."
Yes SIR!"
Unknown Location: CIA/NSA Black Site
Somewhere in Poland
August 5, 2012
20:00hrs BST
Shaw shakes slowly back to consciousness and groggily looks around the dark room disoriented and confused, I-I was shot…but I'm not dead…
In the dark room there is only a single light bulb that sways ominously on its string above Shaw's head, casting shadows eerily across the cold, stone room. Shaw struggles, but is chained and tied to the hard, unforgiving metal chair upon which he sits. Shaw yells out, "What is this? Where am I?! Let me go!"
Shaw looks around the room and sees a man in the darkness sitting in a chair. Suddenly another man moves into the light and begins speaking to Daniel. "Shaw, welcome."
Shaw nervously asks, "Who are you?"
The man approaches and Shaw sees the man is dressed in a black suit and tie. The suited man speaks, "My name is Agent Johnson."
Shaw yells out, "The hell is this! I am a British national and I have rights! You had better set me free and if I am feeling generous you won't end up dead or in jail for this!" Shaw is smug and arrogant in his ravings and Johnson can only laugh as a gruff, yet amused grunt is heard from the silent man sitting in the chair in the shadows.
Agent Johnson smiles deviously, "I should clarify. I am with U.S. intelligence, which specifically does not matter. What does is that I am not really here after we tranqed and extracted you. So you are not really here because you no longer exist, unless we want you too. As a result, you have no rights, not here."
The Agent smiles as Shaw visibly pales. Shaw finds the words, "Where am I?"
"I think you know."
Shaw gulps and his mind races, "Guantanamo Bay"
Johnson smiles amusedly, "Good guess, but no. We decided one of our secret black sites in Poland was good enough for you, but it's all classified so I can't go any further."
Shaw breathers heavily, just short of a panic attack, "But I'm not a terrorist!"
Agent Johnson turns to the man in the shadows and says, "He's all yours Colonel, enjoy."
Cigar smoke billows from the shadows and dances around the darkness as it plays off the dim light in the room. The Colonel takes another deep pull from the cigar as he rises and the embers of the cigar glow deathly red in the darkness, exposing some of the hulking man's features in the darkness.
The Colonel calmly states, "Shaw."
Daniel, now completely terrified asks nearly cowering, "Who-who are you?"
The Colonel finally comes into the light and Shaw pales as he recognizes the man.
Casey smirks and says, "John Casey USMC, black opts and NSA Agent. But now-a-days I spend some time coaching swimming for the USA."
Shaw pathetically asks, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Casey smirks again before his face becomes blank, cold and deadly, "You screwed with the USA!"
Shaw confusedly stumbles, "What?"
Casey huffs, "Bartowski! I don't even really like him, but he grows on you. Damn kid made me and America proud and… damn lady feelings. He is an American and he proudly represented us at the Games and you tried to take him out. That is not acceptable. At least that jackass Larkin had a moderately clever plan, and we will deal with him later… he will how you say not have fun in prison. But you!" Casey says while pointing angrily at Shaw. "You had no clever plan, you used others to try and complete the task in an unimaginative and pathetic way in order to harm an American. It makes my blood boil. So when I learned the police were going to take you I decided that I could more effectively extract the information from you before giving you some… special treatment."
Shaw rambles, "I will tell you everything about the Ring if you promise to let me go."
Casey smiles and gives Shaw the tiniest bit of hope. Casey then laughs and Shaw's face drops in horror. The Colonel then says, "I know you will tell me everything." Casey then pulls up a rolling steel table next to Shaw and to Shaw's horror he sees blades of all sorts, chemicals, torches and tourniquet tubing.
Casey begins his interrogation and within hours he has broken Shaw's spirit and has learned everything about the Ring, including Shaw's fail safe.
Casey laughs as Shaw cries pathetically. Casey smirks, "Not a single blow thrown, just a pure psych interrogation. God I missed this, crushing an enemies spirit without using physical pain! It's a nice challenge."
Shaw looks up through tears sniffling, "So you will let me go?"
Casey smiles, "Now that I have what I need to take down your former organization… no. Welcome to hell Shaw. If you were going to survive this would be a lesson, don't fuck with Uncle Sam!"
Shaw breaks down and cries as Casey rises and begins to organize his torture. Casey looks at Shaw and says, "Usually we only inflict pain to reach a goal. I am making an exception for you… we will see how long you last. I'm thinking a solid beating. Then I will take that pathetic excuse for genitalia you have. Then I was thinking blow torch. If you last that long I will think fingers and toes followed by limb removal will be next, a little messy but a crowd pleaser. I will judge your reaction, if you earn my respect as I enjoy myself I might, might give you a clean death. Otherwise… well hungry dogs are always an option."
Casey smirks as he throws a hard punch to Shaw's face causing Shaw's head to snap back and his nose to break with a sickening crack.
Shaw screams as Casey begins his work.
AN2: I bet a bunch of you caught the movie reference, yes I am a sucker for that… but honestly it was a great scene! I hope you enjoy this and I am again sorry I have been so late and sporadic in my updates. I am hoping for more time and honestly looking for a better job. Until that comes I will continue to do my best and rest assured this will be completed, you have my word despite how much work this is.
And thus endeth Shaw! YAY! This is the first time I dealt with Shaw and I would love to hear what you think! Hopefully not to rushed and I wanted to leave a little for all your evil imaginations!
Disclaimer 2 – Don't own anything related to NBC, or Westfield Shopping Center, Burberry, Versace, HMV or anything really.