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.

The first part of this chapter is pretty much like it was from the original. The second half is totally new. It didn't happen at all in the original story. It was planned more for the sequel. The title of the chapter is probably pretty self explanatory, but this seems like the right place for it.

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The Wedding Night

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Casey quickly found a slot machine that gave him a clear view of the bar. He could see Laura standing a few yards away with her back seemingly turned to the bar.

Laura waited patiently until the Fulcrum agent was getting up from his seat. While his back was turned she quickly walked up behind him. When the agent turned to leave he ran smack into Laura. Laura pretended to fall backwards and grabbed the man's shirt to steady herself. The agent's arms instinctively went around Laura to keep her from falling. As their chests came together, Laura made sure that her blouse opened by the friction of his shirt afforded him a very clear view. An opportunity that she quickly noticed he was taking full advantage of. Putting on her most dazzling smile Laura finally spoke.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Laura cooed as she batted her eyes innocently. The look she got back from the Fulcrum agent instantly told her everything that she needed to know. She now had a date for the evening, or for as long as she wanted one anyway. "I'm so clumsy. Can I buy you a drink to make it up to you?"

Casey, who was watching the whole scene as a not-so-innocent bystander, just had to smile. He almost felt sorry for this poor Fulcrum agent. Men were simply defenseless against such a weapon… and she knew it. Casey was certainly used to being witness as a beautiful agent worked a mark. But he had to admit this was different. He had never seen anything close to Laura Carter before. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman in the world. His job was easy. All he had to do was sit there, enjoy the view, and wait while Agent Carter worked her magic. He just hoped he wouldn't run out of cash to feed the slot machine before Laura had the poor guy singing like a canary.

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As soon as the cab pulled away from the hotel Sarah sided into Chuck. "I understand that you want to meet him," she said in a pleading tone. "I guess it wouldn't be fair of me to deny you that. He's caused you a fair amount of pain. But sweetie, please don't start anything with him."

"Why not?" Chuck asked calmly. "I've been wanting to know how he knows what you can do with a tennis ball. And why he feels free to share his knowledge with every man he speaks too."

"Sweetie, please," Sarah said as she buried her face into Chuck's neck. "I know that I ask a lot of you but I'm asking you. Please don't start anything tonight. Will you please do that for me?"

"Sarah," Chuck said softly as he rubbed her arm. "What's really going on here? You're shaking. Why don't you want me to meet this man?"

"Honestly?" Sarah asked. As she pulled back to look into Chuck's eyes he could notice the tears she was trying to blink away.

"Of course," Chuck said. "You know that you can tell me anything. I know that you don't still have feelings for him."

"Of course not, silly," Sarah said as a smile quickly came to her face. "I can't stand him. You know that. The truth is that I'm embarrassed. That's why I don't want you to meet him. You're going to be asking yourself how I could have possibly married this guy."

"Why did you?"

"I don't know," Sarah said sadly as she looked to the floor. "That's why I'm embarrassed. But there is another reason."

"Okay," Chuck said. "Tell me."

"You're not going to like him," Sarah said softly. "I mean, duh, right? But trust me on this. You're really, really not going to like him. I would be disappointed in you if you did. And while Seth may be the worst agent on the planet, he is still an agent, has all of the training. So if you try and fight him…"

"I'll get my ass kicked," Chuck finished her uneasy statement. "That's what you're saying. You would never allow that to happen, right?"

"Of course not," Sarah said. "You know that. But I'm also trying to be sensitive. Do you really want me…"

Chuck just laughed at her uneasiness. "I'm not one of those macho guys you're used to being around," he said, still laughing. "I try and settle things with my wits instead of my fists. But if it does come to that…"

"I love watching you go bad-ass on someone in my defense."

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Casey could see Laura and the Fulcrum agent sitting at a table just off the bar. Laura was obviously laughing at something he said. As she laughed, Casey saw her hand casually come to rest on the agent's knee. As Laura leaned forward to casually embrace him, she motioned to Casey behind his back to come to her. Casey quickly cashed out his slot machine and cautiously began to walk towards them.

When Casey was about ten feet away, Laura pretended to notice him. "Jim, there you are," she said loudly as she got up to take Casey's hand and led him to the table. "Andy," she said in an excited voice. "I'd like you to meet my husband, Jim. Jim, this is my new friend Andy."

Casey had to work to keep from breaking down laughing at the look of disappointment in the agent's face. Instead he forced a smile on his own face. "Nice to meet you Andy," he said as he extended his hand warmly. "Has she been talking your ear off? She gets like that when she's drinking."

"I did not," Laura said with a pout as she put her hand on the agent's shoulder. "Tell him, Andy."

"No," the agent replied as he stood up to leave. "She's been great. But I have to get going. I'm running late for a meeting."

"Oh Andy," Laura said with another pout as she grabbed his hand. "Please don't rush off. We were having such a good time. Tell Jim the story about your blind date. That was a scream."

"I'm sorry," the agent replied hastily as he nodded to Casey. "I'm supposed to meet some other people and I'm late. It was really nice to meet you both."

At that, the agent made a hasty retreat. Casey waited until he was out of sight before he started laughing. He didn't have long to wait as the agent quickly moved to the exit without a backwards glance.

"That was just pain cruel," Casey said as he laughed. "I actually thought he was going to cry."

Laura leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder and joined his laughing. "He really thought he was on the fast path to getting lucky tonight," Laura said. "Didn't he?"

"What did you find out?" Casey asked while he was still laughing. "Other than the obvious, I mean."

"I don't think he knows anything about us," Laura said softly with a smile. "He has a major hard on for one of the cocktail waitresses here. But by the look on her face when she was leaving, I think he just took a major step backwards towards getting her on her back anytime soon."

"So," Casey said. "He had a bad night all the way around."

"Very bad," said Laura as she stood up. "Speaking of bad times, let's get going. Did Sarah take Chuck downtown? If so, I think we need to rescue Sarah from Chuck and Seth."

Casey thought about it for a while. "Let's give them a minute," he said as he motioned to the bartender for a drink. "Let's have a drink."

Casey could see the question in Laura's eyes as she hesitantly sat back down.

"Chuck's had a bad week," Casey explained. "And once you get past the wanting to kill him for being so annoying part, he's actually a pretty good kid. He deserves his shot at Seth. Don't you think?"

Laura's confused look turned into a soft smile. "You care for him," she said. "That's sweet."

"I don't care for him," Casey immediately protested. "That was all bullshit. Maybe I'm just looking for an excuse to spend some time with the most beautiful woman in the world."

Laura's smile turned into a grin. "That was sweet too," she said.

They sat there silently for a long while, just enjoying the scene and sipping their drink. Finally Laura turned to him. "Can I ask you a personal question?" she asked.

"Of course," Casey replied.

"The other day," Laura began. "You knew that I was coming and why, right?"

Casey nodded with a grin.

Laura thought back to her evening with Peter West. "So why did you spend so much energy making sure that I had a good time?" she asked. "Trust me on this. Most men in that situation would have used their advantage, made it a game to see how far I'd go in degrading myself."

Casey's grin broadened. "In case you haven't already figured it out, I'm not most men," he said. But then he got a bit more serious. "I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "I guess I liked you. You ladies are asked to make ridiculous personal sacrifices. Maybe I felt that you should get something out of it for once. And the honest truth is that I had a great time seeing you moan and knowing that it wasn't fake. Even when I knew you were just playing a mark and probably were my enemy, I could see something more. Maybe I was hoping for another chance."

Laura did a double take. John Casey certainly wasn't most men. She could see the surprise in his eyes when she leaned in and kissed him. He maybe was a little surprised by the intensity, but it only took a moment for him to fully participate.

"We need to remember this conversation," Laura whispered as soon as the hot, very wet kiss broke.

"Let's see if I can accommodate you."

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Chuck tentatively held out his hand to the man that Sarah had just introduced him to. Seth yawned for a long moment before he finally took Chuck's hand. "Finally," he said as a smile came to his face. "I get to meet the man who is fucking my wife."

Chuck could see Sarah visibly wince as she was standing behind Seth.

"Congratulations," Seth said warmly.

"Congratulations?" Chuck repeated in a confused tone.

"For bagging such a hottie," Seth said with a laugh as he turned to Sarah. "I mean, come on Chuck. Look at her. Tell me that you know of any man who wouldn't want to hit that. And we both know," Seth turned back to Chuck with a wink. "How very good she is. Right, Chuck?"

Chuck pushed down his natural reaction to be angry. The real pathetic thing was that Seth was actually trying to be friendly in the only way he knew how. Chuck looked past him to look at Sarah. He could see the pleading in her eyes. "Please," she mouthed silently to him.

Fortunately Chuck had actually found out everything he needed to know anyway. Now he understood why she was so embarrassed. Trying to control his anger best he could, he smiled at Sarah to reassure her as he turned to Seth and stuck out his hand. "It was nice to meet you," he said. Then he reached out his arm to Sarah who quickly sided into him. "I think we're done here," he said. "You were right about me really not liking him. Let's go. Suddenly I feel like taking a shower."

"Let's go get married."

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Chuck and Sarah weren't at the FBI offices for very long at all before Laura called and gave them the all clear. So they were in the cab on the way back to the hotel. Sarah was cuddled contentedly into his side as they approached the lights of the strip… and its associated perpetual traffic jam. "Thank you, sweetie," she whispered as she kissed his neck. "You were perfect."

But she was surprised by his response. "I was hardly perfect," he said. "In fact, I have a confession to make. I wouldn't feel right getting married tonight without admitting something to you."

Sarah heard the sadness in his voice and lifted her head in semi-alarm. "Okay," she said tentatively. "I'm listening."

"I think that you're the most beautiful woman in the world," Chuck began. "That's not hyperbole or me trying to butter you up. I honestly believe it. You just are."

Off Sarah's bemused look, he quickly continued. "No, that's not the confession," he said. "Look, Seth Roberts is a pig, no argument there. I'll bet there have been tons of pigs in your past, all trying to get you into bed. But the honest truth is I'm just as bad. When you walked into the Buy More that first day, I was looking into the eyes of this incredible babe. I was picturing you naked before you said your first word to me. And for the first few days all I could think about was how great it would be if I could ever get you in bed."

"You never tried anything," Sarah protested meekly.

"Just because I knew it wouldn't go well," Chuck replied. "But trust me. If you had given me any indication that I wouldn't be feeling your foot upside my head, it would have been different. Seth Roberts hasn't ever had a single though about you that I haven't also had. It's just that he is a lot more bold about expressing them. I'm just as big of a pig. And I'm ashamed about that. So I want to apologize. And I also want to make sure that you know that I love you. I love the person, not the sex object. You are simply amazing in every way that one can imagine. You deserve a husband who worships you, all of you. And that's what you're going to get. I'll prove that to you every single day for the rest of my life. I promise."

Sarah had to take a long moment to gather her composure. To her credit she realized that he wasn't kidding, even though his 'confession' sounded remarkably silly. "You're not a pig, sweetie," she said. "Please stop feeling guilty about it. You just proved it. Pigs never apologize for being pigs… almost by definition. You're apologizing for being a normal man. It's like apologizing for breathing. You've never treated me with anything but total respect, never once. In fact I keep trying to get you to treat me like a sex object sometimes just for fun and you won't do it. So I have a confession of my own."

Now it was Chuck's turn to display the bemused look.

"I underestimated you at first too," Sarah said. "That first day at the Buy More when you say that you were picturing me naked, falling in love was the farthest thing from my mind. I was standing there thinking how easy this assignment would be. I mean you were this bashful guy who worked in a fucking Buy More. It bordered on pathetic. I was going to devour you like a hungry lion would a wounded gazelle. But then I saw you help that little girl recreate her recital, and something just clicked. I knew in that instant that I couldn't drag you back to my hotel that night and fuck you into submission like I'd planned. Not only wouldn't it have worked, I didn't want to do that to you. I found that I wanted to get to know you. And once I did over the next few weeks I quickly found that you were the nicest, sweetest man in the world. And the guy I originally thought to be borderline pathetic turned out to be amazing, almost too good to be true. He was the bravest man I'd ever met, a true genius who could always make me laugh, the biggest hero I'd ever heard of, the only man I'd ever known who I wanted to grow old with, made be want to be a better person, one who I prayed that someday I'd be worthy of having his babies. Just like you, that's not hyperbole or me trying to butter you up. I honestly believe it. You just are. And you deserve a wife who worships you for what you are, one who wants you to be happy, and one who puts you ahead of everything else in her life. Chuck, that's what you're going to get. And I'm going to spend every day for the rest of my life proving that to you. That's my promise."

As soon as the long loving kiss broke, Chuck smiled. "Don't get me wrong," he said. "I'll admit that I enjoy the fact that you're the most beautiful woman in the world. I don't want to try and deny that."

Sarah shared his grin. "Duly noted," she said. "That's a good thing, right? For what it's worth, I think you're being incredibly sweet. Trust me. I think you're going to discover that I'm not above using the fact that you find me attractive. And I honestly enjoy that you're still a little bashful with me. I simply love seeing you blush. I'm going to enjoy the coming years thinking of new ways to make that happen."

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The newly pronounced Mrs. Sarah Bartowski sat with her now sister-in-law sharing a quiet moment. Well, as quiet as a clearly tipsy Ellie Bartowski could possibly be in a raucous Vegas club minutes after witnessing her only brother sharing lifelong vows with her best friend. So, come to think about it, it wasn't all that quiet.

The ceremony itself was pure Vegas, short and to the point. But that didn't matter. It was formality anyway. Sarah was glad it was short. Because now it was time for the celebration.

Devon and Casey had been dispatched to round up, well another round. Surprisingly they had hit it off and were well on the way to becoming buds. An odd couple no doubt. Perhaps the friendship was aided by the fact they discovered they shared a favorite drink, a particular label of single malt Scotch. It also probably didn't hurt that each had tipped back several double shots of said Scotch. Their current impromptu plot, which neither was trying all that hard to hide, was to get the groom as drunk as they were. They giggled like schoolgirls at the prospect that the wedding night might not be the once in a lifetime experience that Chuck and Sarah were hoping for. And as plots go, this one seemed to be off to a good start. But it was all in good fun. The new groom was dancing… with Laura if you can believe it.

Sarah reached over and grabbed her new sister's arm. "Thank you for coming," she said, shouting to be heard over the music. "I'm sorry about the short notice. I can't imagine what you had to go through to make it here in time. It meant a lot to both of us for you to be here."

Ellie technically was sitting at the table. But for all intents and purposes, she was dancing, keeping time with the music, her dark hair flying as she moved beautifully to the beat. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "Like I would miss this? As soon as you called, Devon called and covered for us at the hospital. It was only a three hour drive. You two are the most perfect for each other that I've ever heard of. It's a freaking fairy tale. It's so romantic that I could cry. Except that I'm too fucking happy to cry."

"Are you having a good time?" Sarah shouted with a laugh. The question was clearly rhetorical. She had never seen Ellie look this relaxed as she bounced to the beat, totally uninhibited. In fact she was downright sexy.

"I'm having a great time," Ellie shouted back after she had licked the salt from her hand and tipped back the shot of tequila that Casey had just handed her. She slammed the shot glass face down on the table defiantly with a silly grin. Somehow she forgot about the slice of lemon. It didn't seem to matter. "Tell me about this Laura. She's gorgeous. Is she as wild as Carina?"

Sarah laughed. "Not quite," she said. "Look at her. She's still mostly dressed. Carina wouldn't be. But she's close."

"Good," Ellie said. "I need to get her to tell me some stories of a spy in action. Something tells me that you have been holding out on me."

"No problem there," Sarah said as she continued to laugh. "She loves to talk about the details of her seduction missions. She might actually tell you more than you want to hear."

"Get her to tell you about last night."

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Normally when there was an opportunity to dance one would have a hard time dragging Sarah Walker, oops, Sarah Bartowski off the floor.

Not tonight.

She quickly discovered that she was on such a high that dancing actually wasn't as much fun as sitting there and just enjoying the feeling of being married to her soul mate. Okay, so technically she had been single for a grand total of about ten hours. But it simply wasn't the same.

Ellie had just dragged the groom onto the dance floor. Devon had dragged his new friend off to show him his newly invented sure fire way to win at Blackjack. Not that Casey needed much convincing. Wedding receptions were not high on his list of favorite activities anyway.

So that left her alone with Laura. It was normally hard to tell when she had been drinking. Like most spies, she could really hold her liquor. Tonight was a notable exception as she was starting to clearly slur her words. Sarah had naturally seen Laura pretty drunk more than a couple of times. So it was no surprise when she found herself wrapped in a bear hug.

"He doesn't love me," Laura sighed sadly.

"Seth?" Sarah asked. Seth Roberts was possibly the last thing that Sarah wanted to talk about, tonight especially. But Laura was her friend… and she clearly needed to talk.

Laura nodded with a sad smile. "He would have never stuck up for me like Chuck did for you with that Bryce Larkin guy."

Suddenly Sarah was interested. "Huh?" she asked.

"I really don't love him either," Laura sighed, seemingly oblivious to Sarah's curiosity. "Not like that anyway. Not like you and Chuck. I've never seen of anything like it. It's almost sickening."

"What happened with Bryce?" Sarah asked, this time a little more pointedly.

Laura's sad smile turned a tad sinister. "You were really with that obnoxious pretty boy?" she asked with a short giggle.

Sarah's face turned noticeably red. "He was a great partner," she protested. "You'd love working with him. The other stuff? That was a mistake. It was all I thought I could hope for at the time."

Laura took full note of the blush in her friend's face. "You were always lousy at picking men," she teased. "Something must have turned that around. What was it? What did Chuck do to get the mighty Agent Walker to fall for him?"

Sarah thought about the question for a while. "The sneaky bastard tricked me," she finally said in faux disgust. "He kept hanging in there, putting up with all the crap I was throwing at him, until I was finally forced to face the truth. He loved me… for me. I could trust him. It wasn't a smooth act to get me into bed. He was honestly the nicest man in the world. Trust me on something. I fought falling in love with him with every fiber. I made us both miserable for a long time. I just couldn't do it."

Laura's grin turned even more sinister. "What kind of crap did you throw at him?" she asked with a confident tone. "I think I can guess. It sounds like you like to fuck your partners. Tell me the truth. Have you ever fucked Casey?"

That was the very last thing that Sarah expected her to say. "What!" she exclaimed in horror, the thoughts of curiosity over what might have happened with Chuck and Bryce this morning totally driven from her brain. "No way in hell. Don't take this the wrong way. Casey is a good guy and everything, a lot better in person than his reputation… but eww."

"You're really missing out," Laura said, suddenly enjoying her sport. "To tell the truth I wasn't looking forward to it either. But I was more than pleasantly surprised. The man really knows what he's doing in bed. I would encourage you to give him a try." Then she turned to the dance floor where Chuck was smiling and waiving at them. The glow on her friend's face said everything. All she could do was be happy for her. "But I guess you're a one man woman now."

"I always was," Sarah said as she matched Chuck's smile and waived back.

"It just took me some time to find the man."

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