This is not an original story. It was written during the middle of season 2. The original story assumed a sequel that never happened. So there will be some brand new content in this rewrite and several new chapters at the end.

Okay, I'm back from vacation. So you can start expecting replies to your reviews again. We had a great time. We had a 3 bedroom suite on the 16th floor of a Myrtle Beach front hotel. The view was amazing. Even better, both of my kids, their spouses, and all 3 of my grandkids were there for the week. So now I'm back to work to rest up a little.

All of the scenes of this chapter were in the original in some form. But they were spread out in a couple of different chapters. We're getting fairly close to the big twist that wasn't in the original and will have your jaw on the floor. My wonderful beta, Lucky47, (who just strong armed me into doubling her salary) was wondering why I changed the rating… until she read the twist. If anybody says they saw it coming, I'll call you a liar to your face, lol.

I realized that when I changed the rating, fewer people would read the story. It simply doesn't show up in the default list. I guess I'm surprised by how many fewer. But it can't be helped. There was no way to tell the story I wanted to tell and keep it T. You'll see why soon.

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The Tease

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Sarah rolled over to give her big strong man a kiss. Well, it actually ended up being more like five kisses. Then she snuggled back into her typical comfortable position in the nook between his head and shoulder. "Let's blow off this assignment," she sighed. "I can't deal with talking to that pig tonight. I feel so wonderful."

"Really?" Chuck asked hopefully.

"No, not really," Sarah groaned. "I'm sorry that I teased you. I have to go. But I just want to lay here with you. I could stay like this forever I think."

"Actually," Chuck said with a short laugh. "I'm getting kinda hungry. Why don't we get this over with so we can have a nice dinner?"

"Sweetie," Sarah said with a sigh as she reluctantly got off the bed and went over to the computer. "I'm afraid that it's going to have to be room service."

Thoughts of dinner or being hungry would have to wait for a second. Chuck was too mesmerized watching Sarah sitting there at the computer. "I have to tell you something. I feel like I'm in one of Jeff's dreams," he finally said. "His naked women are always on the other side of the computer screen. But in his dreams…"

"I'm in such a good mood," Sarah said in mock disgust. "Please don't put images in my head of Jeff's dreams."

"Yeah," Chuck agreed in a teasing tone. "It's pretty scary. I wonder how many times he's pictured this scene in that twisted mind. It has to be in the hundreds."

Sarah picked up a pad of paper that was lying on the desk and playfully threw it at him. "You're really asking for it," she said.

After he rather nimbly dodged the paper aimed at his head, Chuck walked over to look over her shoulder. "Can't we go out and have a nice dinner?" he asked. "The risk seems minimal."

Sarah didn't answer his question. She was too involved with Beckman's email. Her eyes lit up as she read the transcript. "Good news, sweetie," she said with a grin.

Chuck was a very fast reader. He had already finished reading the transcript over her shoulder. "How is this good news?" he asked disgustedly. "It sounds like they are planning an evil-fest dinner… with you as the main course."

That got her laughing. "No," she was finally able to get out. "Well, maybe. But this is a get out of jail free card for tonight. Laura will kill him if he touches me. And, trust me, she would do it." Then she paused for a moment deep in thought. "Oh my God, Chuck," she suddenly exclaimed. "Can I tease him? Make him think that I'm ready to pay off? It would be so much fun. But I won't do it if it bothers you at all."

"But what if he just lies to her?" Chuck asked with a wince. "And then tells you to go for it. He doesn't sound that trustworthy to me."

"No, sweetie," Sarah said as she hugged Chuck excitedly. "She would find out. And he knows it. He would never risk that. There is an old saying. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. If he did try, I'll come up with some excuse to get out of it and find some way to let Laura know that he tried to double cross her. Trust me. That would not go well for him."

"It seems mean," Chuck said haltingly. "Cruel even."

Sarah kissed him – hard. "I understand that you might be the sweetest guy in the world," she said. "But don't tell me that you're seriously feeling sorry for Seth Roberts. Of course it's mean. That's the whole point. I can't shoot this bastard, not yet anyway. But I'm going to be able to throw myself at him and he won't be able to do a fucking thing about it except order pay per view porn after I'm gone. It will drive him crazy. It's going to be so much fun. It's a female spy's revenge. But, Chuck, only if you're okay with it. Please don't tell me that you are if you aren't. This isn't that important to make you uncomfortable in any way. It's so not worth that."

"I'd like to propose a deal," Chuck said. "You get to go have your fun. But then we go out to a nice dinner and walk around the strip for the night."

Sarah's eyes sparkled. "We'd have to stay clear of Seth's hotel," she warned. "As long as we're negotiating, would there maybe possibly be some dancing involved?"

"You drive a hard bargain," Chuck said with a grin. "Didn't you get enough dancing last night?"

"You know me," Sarah said with a laugh. "I could go dancing every single night. Maybe I can sweeten the pot a little. Since I won't be paying off to Seth, when we get back I'll pay off to you." Then she quickly back pedaled. "I'm sorry," she said. "I know that negotiating over sex makes you uncomfortable. Can we forget I said that?"

"I'm afraid not," Chuck said with his own grin. "The image is now permanently burned into my brain. Look, that's one of my behaviors that has to change. I've been too uptight. Sex has been your way of saying 'I love you' without using words. I understand that now. I've made you feel bad about it. I'm pretty embarrassed. I'm sorry. You so have a deal."

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"You're not going dressed like that, are you?" Chuck asked as Sarah headed towards the door.

Sarah felt like teasing him a little. Yes, the barely there bright red dress and ever brighter red lipstick was quite a bit over the top. But after all teasing was tonight's theme. "What is wrong with the way I'm dressed?" she asked in mock indignation.

"Don't get me wrong," Chuck quickly backpedaled. "You're absolutely gorgeous. It's just – you look like a… a…"

"A pro," Sarah finished for him with a giggle.

"Yes," Chuck said sheepishly. "I'm sorry I said that. Please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you," Sarah said with a laugh. "That's what I was going for. This is Vegas. You're supposed to look like a hooker. I don't want to stick out, do I?"

"Trust me," Chuck said with a sigh. "You're not going to be blending in."

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Sarah said with a smile as she grabbed Chuck's hand. "I wasn't going to dress like this but I want to have a little fun with Seth." Then she noticed the look on his face. "Not that kind of fun, silly," she added quickly. "I just want to rub it in a little on Seth, that's all. I want him in physical pain."

"Yeah," said Chuck softly, more under his breath than anything. "I'll bet he's looking forward to some rubbing."

That got Sarah laughing. "Don't worry sweetie," she said. "The only thing he'll be rubbing tonight is himself… after I've gone."

"Careful with the disgusting images," Chuck said as he joined in the laugh. "I still have plenty of Jeff stories in my back pocket. When will you be back?"

"I'm not going to be long," Sarah said. "He'll want me out of there as fast as he can. I'll get back as soon as possible, maybe an hour."

"Can I go down to the casino?" Chuck asked hopefully.

"Sweetie," Sarah said sadly. "Please don't. I'd feel a lot better if you stayed in the room while I'm gone. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to treat you like a baby. But we are on a mission. Fulcrum is known to be in the area. If Casey was here, it'd be different. Will you promise me?"

"Okay," Chuck said with a pout.

"I'm sorry, Chuck," Sarah said as she kissed him goodbye. "I know that I'm being a little over-protective. I'm so proud of the way you're handling this. I promise that I'll make it up to you when I get back. I love you."

"I know," Chuck said softly. "I love you too. Good luck."

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Sarah smiled slyly as she sat in the cab. Normally she would have made the twenty minute walk down the strip to the Monte Carlo. But walking through the casino on her way, she quickly came to the conclusion that Chuck was right. Even in a city famous for scantily clad beautiful ladies, she was standing out. Even for someone who was used to turning heads, the stares were becoming pretty obvious.

When she got to the front desk at the Monte Carlo, she asked for any messages for Sarah Anderson. The clerk apologized and said that there weren't any. Sarah shook her head sadly as she asked the clerk if there were any messages for Sarah Walker.

"Yes, Miss Walker," the clerk said with a smile as he handed her an envelope containing a room number and a key.

Sarah could only laugh in frustration. "Seth is the worst spy I've ever heard of," she said to herself as she rode up in the elevator.

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"Okay, Walker," Sarah said to herself in the hallway outside of Seth's room as she tried to keep from laughing. "Now it's your turn. Time for some payback."

As Sarah knocked on the door she put on her most dazzling smile. As soon as Seth opened the door she stepped into the room. "Have you completed your assignment?" she asked in anticipation.

Seth's eyes were so bugged out from checking her out that it almost looked like a cartoon. "Here," he finally choked out as he handed Sarah a packet. "This is the information on your Fulcrum meeting tomorrow that you asked me to set up. The meeting is at ten. I'll talk to you tomorrow afterwards."

"What name did you use?" Sarah asked pointedly. "You left the message downstairs for Sarah Walker. You can't use that name. Are you trying to get me killed?"

The red in Seth's face was pretty noticeable. "I'm sorry," he said. "I told him that your name was Sarah Anderson like you asked. I wasn't thinking when I left the note at the desk."

That immediately changed Sarah's mood. "You did it," she said with an excited tone as she took the envelope from him. "You know what this means. We have a deal. You are now owed ten very good times. I can't wait to show you how much I've improved. Do you want it standing here? Or do you want to go over and sit on the bed like we used to?"

"I'm sorry, Sarah," Seth said with a grumble as he reluctantly turned his head away from her. "But I can't do this right now. I have a meeting."

Sarah looked at Seth. The tent in his pants told her that her revenge was going well. It was time to nail the coffin shut. "But, baby," she said. "I'm here. I'm all ready for you. I've been waiting for this all day."

"Sorry," Seth sighed. "Like I said, I have a meeting."

"How long will your meeting last?" Sarah said seductively as she sat on the bed. "Maybe I can just wait for you here in bed. Would you like that?"

"I don't think so," Seth said with a sigh. "I don't know how long I'm going to be. I may not even be back tonight."

"Please, baby," Sarah said pleadingly. "Surely you have time for a quickie. I remember what you used to like. I bet you still like it."

"Sorry, Sarah," Seth said with a groan as he tried to look away. "I'm late already."

"But Seth," Sarah cried. "What am I supposed to do tonight? I've been thinking about being with you in bed all day. You can't leave me like this."

If Seth was saying words at this point, Sarah couldn't make them out. It only sounded like a low groan.

"But Seth," Sarah cried as he grabbed her arm and practically dragged her to the door. "Please, I need you."

As soon as Seth closed the door Sarah walked to the elevator. Somehow she managed to keep a straight face until she was safely inside. But as soon as the elevator doors closed she lost control. She was laughing so hard that she had to lean against the walls of the elevator to keep from falling. As she wiped the tears from her eyes, she whispered to herself.

"I think that's the most fun I've ever had."

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It was one of the best nights in Chuck's life. Although he had been to Vegas many times before, this was the first time that he could actually afford it. Since they were staying at Caesar's Palace and were both starving, they decided to eat at the Japanese Steakhouse. Sarah was in one the best moods that Chuck had ever seen her in as they played with the cook while he prepared their meal. Chuck kept her in stitches as he pretended to let the waitress teach him to use chopsticks.

After the meal was finally over, they leisurely walked down the strip. Even though Chuck hadn't asked her to change, she knew that he wasn't comfortable with her looking so much like a hooker. So she changed into slacks and a casual blouse. But even dressed more conservatively, Sarah Walker was still turning heads. Naturally, she was used to that. Even Chuck was becoming somewhat immune to the other men's stares. But it seemed worse tonight. Maybe in Vegas men felt more empowered to gawk at the ass of a beautiful woman. And she was obviously the most beautiful woman around, in a city known for beautiful woman. Judging from the heads turning, everybody else thought so as well. And it was clear that she was making a point. Every time they would walk somewhere she would immediately grab his hand. Her kisses were short pecks. She clearly was being respectful. But they were also frequent enough to send the clear message that she was lovesick. It felt so great to walk down the strip swinging their arms like teenagers.

Chuck could tell that she looked a little wistful when they passed the Forum shops. "Sarah," he said softly. "It's okay if you want to shop for a while. Maybe it wasn't part of our deal. But I really don't mind."

"Thanks, sweetie," Sarah said with a sigh. "That's really nice of you. But if we walk into those shops, we're probably going to spend the rest of the night in there… and a lot of money. I'm having too much fun being here with you. This is your night."

They quickly developed something of a routine. They would walk into a hotel, check out whatever attraction there was, find an interesting slot machine to play for a few minutes and have a drink. Then they would move on arm in arm to the next hotel and repeat the pattern. They did all the tourist things. They rode in the Gondola at the Venetian. Supposedly it was tradition to kiss under the bridge. Of course they were kissing for pretty much the entire ride, but that included under the bridge. They went to the top of the Eiffel Tower at the Paris and kissed there. They watched the Volcano erupt at the Mirage and, well, you do the math. By the time they watched the Fountains at Bellagio, they were both pretty relaxed. The intensity of the kissing had steadily increased to the point where it was clearly now into making out territory. So Chuck proposed they go into the club and dance for a while.

Chuck was pretty sure that Sarah would want to dance the night away. After all that was her thing. But they hadn't been there only about an hour when Sarah pulled Chuck off the floor. Apparently there was something tonight that she wanted to do more than dancing. "I've had the best time tonight," she said softly as she rested her head against Chuck's chest. "Thank you, and not just for tonight, not just for supporting me with Seth, for being my rock, the guy I can count on."

"You don't have to thank me," replied Chuck with a goofy smile. "I'm having the best time too."

"You said earlier that sex was my way of telling you that I love you," Sarah said as her smile turned mischievous. "That was exactly right. Thank you for understanding. So I'm about to tell you how much I love you in a way that you're not likely to forget. There is still a key component to our deal waiting for us up in our room. If you think that I'm letting you off the hook on that one, think again. A deal is a deal."

Chuck's smile turned into a grin.

"Like you think I want off the hook on that one?"

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As Chuck was trying to open the door to their room, Sarah was purposely trying to distract him. She was kissing his neck and reminding him of their deal… in somewhat vivid detail. If her objective was to arouse him, and it probably was, it was working perfectly. So much so that when he finally fumbled with the key enough and got the door opened, he grabbed her and kissed her hard, not that she was trying to resist in any way. Still locked in their kiss they stumbled into the dark room. Suddenly Chuck could feel Sarah tense as if something was amiss.

"Don't try it, Walker," said a voice from inside the dark room followed by the unmistakable sound of a handgun being racked. "Even you aren't that fast."

When the light came on they were looking at Laura Carter. Her Glock was pointed directly at Sarah. Sarah could feel the tenseness in Chuck's body as he obviously flashed on her.

"Nobody has to get hurt here," Laura said. "Let's all stay calm and move slowly. Put your hands on your head."

Both Chuck and Sarah quickly complied.

Laura turned to Chuck. "Take the gun out of her waist and slowly put it on the table," she ordered calmly.

Chuck very slowly reached around Sarah's back and took out the gun from the spot where she always kept it. Sarah kept her hands on her head. Chuck carefully set the gun on the table.

"Okay," Laura said as she indicated the bed. "Have a seat." As soon as they had complied and Laura was confident they posed no further threat, she smiled. "Well, Sarah," she said in a mocking voice. "Do I get to fuck this one too? One thing has changed. You sure as hell have a lot more boyfriends now, don't you?"

"We need to talk."

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