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.

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The Pig

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Chuck and Sarah celebrated their wedding by sleeping in until almost noon. Well, they stayed in bed until almost noon anyway. Then it was up for a brunch to say goodbye and see Ellie and Devon off back to work. Ellie was probably not going to have the most enjoyable shift in the E.R. that night. She was still pretty hung over from all the celebrating last night. Ellie and Laura spent most of the night together telling each other stories. That's as much as Sarah wanted to know.

The mission planning video conference at the FBI office had been short and sweet. Beckman was clearly trying her best to make nice with Sarah. And Sarah was just as clearly having no part of it. It was decided there would be no attempt to capture or kill any of the Elders tonight. The goal would be just to identify them so they could be dealt with individually later. Naturally that's where the intersect came in.

Beckman had gotten Chuck and Casey jobs with the catering company that was providing the food and beverages. That allowed Sarah to crack under her breath, "at least she's good for something." Sarah was clearly still not at all pleased with the General.

Sarah and Laura's assignment was simple, disgusting… but simple. They were to wander the various rooms making flirty conversation with as many men as possible and lead them past Chuck for a glass of champagne. But of course, far more important to tonight's objective, was for him to get a good look at their face. The girls could wear wires, but earpieces was deemed to be far too risky. Once Chuck had identified all six Elders, the mission was over. The Elders would be picked up by other teams over the next few days after they went back home. That way, nobody could put two and two together and tie anything to the team.

Casey would stay by Chuck for protection. At the first sign that anything was amiss, he was to get Chuck out of there, by any means necessary. Since the girls wouldn't be able to hear anything, once they saw that Chuck was gone, that was to be their cue that the mission had ended and to get out as gracefully… and as unmolested as possible.

Naturally Laura and Sarah were dressed to the nines. And just as naturally both were incredibly beautiful women. Reasonable men might honestly normally disagree over which was more beautiful… but not tonight. The new Sarah Bartowski was positively radiant, even Casey noticed. And if Peter West liked lots of cleavage, well tonight was going to be his lucky night, until Sarah killed him anyway. Both dresses displayed more than a little of each lady's more than ample assets. In fact if Laura made any sudden movement, she was going to come close to putting on an exhibition.

Chuck and Sarah were in a private room waiting for the time to leave for the party. Since this was their first full day of being married, it was natural to want to be affectionate. Sarah in particular wanted to make sure that Chuck knew how grateful and proud she was of him for allowing her to participate. And Sarah had a clear favorite way to express appreciation to Chuck. In fact they had just gotten down to the point of the serious necking which was Sarah's phase one when Casey's voice crackled over Chuck's earpiece.

"You do realize," Casey growled sarcastically. "Being a genius and all. That you are both wearing wires. I'm listening to every sound that you make. Are you really trying to make me nauseous before an important mission? That hardly seems prudent."

"Come on Casey," Chuck said with a smile as he acknowledged the growing smirk on Sarah's face. "Surely you've been subjected to more vigorous torture than this before."

Chuck currently was grateful that Sarah wasn't wearing an earpiece. At least she wouldn't be subjected to Casey's profanity filled response. Not that she hadn't heard it all before. But Casey could curse with the best of them. Laura wasn't far behind.

"Laura and I are leaving now," Casey finally ended his tirade. "Give us twenty minutes and then you can leave. That way we won't show up at the same time."

"Tell Sarah," Laura's voice interjected. "That as soon as I get there I'll find West and implement your post party plan."

"We have twenty minutes," Chuck said to Sarah as he looked at his watch. "Laura wants you to know that she is going to talk to Peter West as soon as she gets there. Oh, and Casey wants us to know that he doesn't appreciate our pillow talk."

"I'll see if I can be a little quieter," Sarah said with a grin as she kissed Chuck gently. Naturally, she had no intention of being quieter. In fact a little payback for his failed attempt to get Chuck drunk last night would clearly be in order. Devon would be dealt with later.

Quickly the intensity of the kissing increased until they were really going at it. It wasn't very long at all before Sarah could feel Chuck's hand slide into her top. That was all part of Sarah's appreciation plan, phase two as it were. "Are you looking for the wire?" she asked with a smile as her eyes sparkled. "It was a nice try but you're really not all that close. Trust me. You've stumbled upon the first place that this crowd would look. You should probably keep looking."

"Maybe," Chuck said with a grin of his own. "But that dress is just screaming for someone to put his hand inside. I figured I might as well get it over with. That way the other guys won't feel like trying for a first. Maybe I'm just trying to prove to you that I can be a pig."

Sarah ignored his barb. Unfortunately, he was probably right. With this crowd, the sight of her mostly bare chest would be too big of a temptation. She would have to stay alert to make sure it didn't happen. But there was no sense worrying her newlywed husband. She was an expert at avoiding unwanted men's hands. "You're not a pig, sweetie," she said softly with a grin after another long kiss broke. "You're just trying to build up my self esteem before an important mission. Thank you for that."

"Wow," said Chuck with a short laugh. "This getting married thing was genius. I really can't do anything wrong with you tonight, can I?"

"One thing that you could do," Sarah said. "Would be to put yourself in danger tonight. Our deal is still in full force. I expect you to follow Casey's orders on this mission just like you would mine. I also want to make myself perfectly clear. I love you more than I ever thought I was even capable of. But if you do any of those brave yet foolish things you're known for tonight your nice and sunny honeymoon is quickly going to become uncommonly cold and rainy."

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"Okay," Casey said as he drove Laura's limo to the party site. "Let's go over this one last time. Chuck will be behind the bar pouring champagne. You and Sarah will try and drag as many men over to him as possible. If Chuck flashes, he'll relay the information to me."

"What does a flash look like?" Laura said curiously.

"It's hard to describe," Casey said with a sarcastic laugh. "It's sort of like someone trying to hold in a sneeze."

"Will he be conspicuous?" Laura said. "Should I do something to distract the mark's attention?"

"No," Casey said calmly. "Bartowski has gotten pretty good at hiding his flashes. But remember, Chuck's safety is our top priority. At the first sign of trouble, I'm getting him out of there. If you see him missing, that means either we've aborted or we've identified all six Elders. Get out of there as safely as you can and we'll meet back up at headquarters."

"Sounds like a plan," Laura smiled at Casey through the rear view mirror. "Don't worry about me. I could do this in my sleep. Speaking of sleeping, how about tonight you and I don't get any? It's not fair that Sarah gets all of the rock hard type action. You and I still do have something of a mountain to climb."

Laura could see the blush in his face in the mirror, even in the dark car, especially given that Chuck was almost certainly listening. For once he hoped that Chuck and Sarah were going for it. Fortunately Sarah was making absolutely no effort to hide what she was doing. In fact she was describing appreciation plan phase three in rather vivid detail, clearly just to torture him. Even if she wasn't, the distinctive sound of the zipper being tugged open and the moans he was trying to keep quiet left little to imagination. Hopefully Sarah was suitably distracting her new husband. Otherwise Laura had just assured that he would surely be treated to an incessant night of his barbs. When the limo arrived at the ballroom, he pulled right up to the front door. He quickly got out of the car and walked to open the door for Laura, shooing away the valet with an intimidating look.

"Good luck," Casey whispered to Laura as he extended his hand to help her out of the car."

Laura kept her gaze directed at the ballroom entrance. Her lips never moved. But clearly through his earpiece Casey heard Laura's soft voice.

"I don't believe in luck."

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As soon as Laura entered the ballroom she went looking for Peter West. She found him talking to the hotel coordinator about some last minute details for the party. Laura waited patiently until his conversation was over and then walked up to him with her most dazzling smile.

"Laura," West said with a smile of his own as he saw her approach. He made to attempt to hide the face that he was checking her out. "I'm so happy that you could make it."

"Thank you for inviting me, sir," Laura said as she reached in to kiss West's cheek. "I know that you're busy but do you think I could have just a minute in private?"

West quickly led Laura to a small private room. "What can I do for you?" he asked as soon as the door was closed.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir," Laura said softly as she directed her most seductive smile his way. "But I just wanted to make sure that you know how eager I am to prove my value to you and the organization. I know that you have a thing for Sarah. And she's very pretty. I'm just hoping that you will give me a chance."

"You two are pretty competitive," West said with a grin. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes, sir. I hate that bitch."

"You are stunning in that dress," West said as he looked at Laura from head to toe.

"Thank you, sir," Laura said as she kept her smile. "I've been told that I'm not bad out of it as well. Last time our night ended far too early. I think I could make you very happy. Please give me a chance to prove it to you."

"Laura," West said with a smile as he opened the door to leave. "Of course you'll get a chance. How about tonight after the party I'll get a room at the Monte Carlo and you can meet me there just like last time. Say midnight?"

Laura didn't have to fight to keep the grin from her face. It suited the mood perfectly. She had made a conscious decision to stay away from Sarah and Beckman's feud. Sarah was her best friend, but Beckman had just done something very nice for her. But she had to admit, Beckman was right about something. Chuck had an uncanny ability to predict what this pig was going to do. "I'll be there," she said eagerly. "I'll see you then, sir. Thank you."

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Chuck and Sarah took separate cabs to the party location. Chuck had his cab pull around to the service entrance. As soon as he paid the driver, he walked towards the entrance. "I sure hope nobody actually asks me to make a drink," he said, more to himself than anybody.

"You're pouring glasses of Champagne, moron," came Casey's instant reply. "How hard could it be? A trained chimp could do it."

"Well," said Chuck with a fake yawn. "It's a skill. Like anything else."

Sarah entered the ballroom about ten minutes after Laura left the conversation with Peter West. She immediately went looking for him herself. She found him standing near the bar with what looked to be a gin and tonic. As Sarah approached she forced her most seductive smile on her face. She was very grateful that her brand new husband wasn't yet on duty to have to witness this. It was enough that he had to hear it.

"Sarah," West said as she walked up. "You look simply ravishing. You look good enough to eat."

Sarah fought the wave of nausea at his disgusting come-on, especially since Chuck was listening to every word. "Thank you, sir," she said as she forced the blush up her neck. "Do you think I could have a word in private?"

"Of course," West said with a smile as he led her to the very same room that he had just been in with Laura ten minutes ago. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, sir," Sarah began shyly as she nervously licked her lips. "I wanted to ask you for a favor."

"Ask away," West said with a smile.

"I think that you know how ambitious I am," Sarah said softly. "I think that you and I… well, we have sort of a connection. And I know this wasn't part of our deal but I was hoping that you could point out a couple of the Elders to me tonight. It would really give me a leg up in impressing them."

"Wow, Sarah," West said with a grin. "I don't know. Their identities are supposed to be secret. You're asking an awful lot of me."

"I know," Sarah said as she put the sexy pout on her face that men simply had no defense against. "But I would be so grateful. I'm sure that I could find a way to pay you back."

"Okay," said West as he wrapped his hands around Sarah's waist and kissed her. "You're far too pretty to say no to. I only know two of them for sure myself. Here is what I'll do. When I introduce you to an Elder, I'll tell them that you're very excited to be here. That will be your tip off."

"Thank you, sir."

"I'll have a room at the Monte Carlo after the party," West said as he lowered his hands to Sarah's hips suggestively. "Let's say midnight?"

"I'll see you then," Sarah said happily. "Get ready for a night you'll always remember."

"And Sarah," West said as he opened the door. "I'll have a special surprise waiting for you. I'm sure that you'll like it."

It really wasn't a surprise. In fact it was predictable, so predicable that it was Chuck's trap. As soon as West left the room, Sarah spoke knowing that Chuck would be able to hear her. "Now see, sweetie," she said softly with a sad smile.

"That's a pig."

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Chuck quickly found out that pouring champagne wasn't quite as easy as he had hoped. It really wasn't the pouring that was hard. It was getting the damn bottles open without shooting the cork across the room. More than once he caused his fellow tenders to scatter in terror. It was getting to be a long night. Sarah and Laura kept bringing man after man past him and he flashed on almost every one. It was a veritable treasure trove of Fulcrum scumbags. He had already identified five of the six Elders and countless other Fulcrum big shots. Not to mention that he had also identified about one hundred hands on his wife's ass.

"How can she stand there smiling?" Chuck asked Casey, knowing that he had no answer. "While all of these men are pawing her and making passes at her." All of which he could plainly hear over her wire. Chuck was getting a serious headache from all the flashing. He was tired of being on his feet. And he wanted to get Sarah out of there and continue their honeymoon. He was really looking forward to finding that last Elder so they could call it a night.

Chuck had heard Sarah get propositioned so many times in the past couple of hours that he was honestly beginning to tune it out. Sarah was sorta right. Even if she had been single and looking for action, none of them knew her. Trying to be smooth was exactly the wrong approach with Agent Walker. They were mostly pathetic. He was actually beginning to be more embarrassed for them than jealous of them. So it barely registered with him when he heard a voice ask Sarah if she would like to take a walk. Chuck quickly looked around the main room for her. He just caught a glimpse of her dress as she disappeared out of the room. He could still hear her breathing over the wire but there was no speaking.

Suddenly he heard Sarah's voice.

"What are you doing?" The alarm in her voice was evident.

The next sound was the unmistakable noise made when a handgun was racked.

"Well, hello, Agent Walker," a strange woman's voice said. "Just how stupid do you think that we are?"

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Sarah quickly assessed the situation. She stood in a small room totally surrounded by four men and the one woman. All of the men held handguns. There was simply no way to fight her way out of this. But maybe she could talk her way out.

"Have a seat, Agent Walker," the woman said harshly.

Sarah tried to make the smile relaxed and confused. "I don't know what you mean," she said as she sat down in the chair indicated. "My name is Sarah Anderson."

Sarah didn't see the slap coming so it registered with full force.

"You must really think that we're stupid?" asked the unknown woman who was obviously in charge. "Do you really think that anyone in the Washington intelligence community wouldn't recognize the famous Sarah Walker?" The questions were clearly rhetorical.

The men quickly handcuffed Sarah's hands behind her back and secured them to the back of the chair. They then quickly used plastic ties to fasten her ankles and thighs to the legs of the chair. When they were finished, Sarah was totally secured and basically helpless.

"Agent Walker," the woman said. "I'm going to ask you once nicely. What are you doing here?"

This wasn't going well at all. But there was no reason to admit anything. "I don't know what you mean," Sarah said softly as she forced tears into her eyes. "My name is Sarah Anderson."

"Wrong answer," the woman growled as she slapped Sarah again.

Sarah was able to see the blow coming, so she turned her face away from it best she could. That helped a little, but still it packed a wallop. "Wow," Sarah said as soon as she could shake the cobwebs away and the stars she was seeing for a long moment faded. "For a woman, you really throw a mean punch."

"I took a class," the woman said with a smirk as she slapped Sarah again. "I'm going to ask you one more time before I let the men take over. What are you doing here?"

Sarah really had nothing to say, so she simply looked forward and refused to answer. Just then the door flew open. Casey was roughly shoved into the room. Since his hands were cuffed behind his back he had no way to stop his momentum except crash into the wall solidly. Behind him was a tall Fulcrum agent holding his gun pointed directly at Casey's back.

"Ms. Bowles," the Fulcrum agent said as he addressed the woman who was clearly in charge. "I see that you have captured Agent Walker. Here is her partner. His name is John Casey. We actually were tipped off they were here and have been following them for the past few days. They have been trying to learn the identities of the Fulcrum Elders at the party tonight."

The men quickly secured Casey in the same way that Sarah was. Casey had a mouse that was beginning to form under his right eye.

Bowles had never seen the agent before. That probably wasn't all that unusual. She didn't know most of the agents based in Vegas. But for him to know her name was proof that he was fairly high on the Vegas totem pole. "Do they have backup?" she asked.

"No ma'am," the Fulcrum agent replied. "I don't know if you have heard of these two but they are quite famous, especially Walker. Her nickname is The Enforcer. She's clearly arrogant enough to think they could come in here without backup."

"What was their mission?" Bowles asked. "I mean, besides identifying the Elders. Have they identified any? What were they going to do with the information?"

"We're not sure yet, ma'am," the Fulcrum agent replied. "We don't think they know any Elder's identities. We need to question them. But there is no reason to take any chances. For right now, I fear for your safety. If I could make a suggestion, why don't you let your guards escort you back to your hotel and I'll take care of these two."

"How can you handle these two by yourself?" Bowles asked. "Should I leave a man or two to help you?"

"Don't worry ma'am," he replied confidently. "Your safety is the highest priority. I have other people on site. They are currently securing the perimeter. They'll be here in just a few minutes. And besides I have an advantage."

With that the Fulcrum agent took out a gas powered hypodermic gun and pointed it at Casey's neck. Casey tried to resist but he couldn't move out of the way. Several seconds after he was injected, he was unconscious.

"He'll be out for a few hours, ma'am," the Fulcrum agent said with a laugh. "We really don't need him but I like to be thorough. We'll keep him alive for a day or so just as a backup. Agent Walker here is going to tell us everything we want to know before her untimely death. I hope you don't mind if I have a little fun while she's talking."

Bowles was clearly impressed with the confidence of the agent. "What sort of fun?" she asked with a grin.

The Fulcrum agent walked over to where Sarah was secured and showed her his hypodermic gun. "I have a special mixture for you," he said with a leer as he slid his hand into her top. "You're actually very pretty. I'll bet I'm not the first man to tell you that. Your reputation is that you're incredibly finicky when it comes to men. Either that or you're just a teasing bitch. That means I'm really going to enjoy this."

"You sick sonofabithch!" Sarah screamed as she tried to move away from the Fulcrum agents hand inside her top but she was simply too secured to do much about it. When she was unable to break free, she tried to bite his arm but she couldn't get close enough for even that small gesture.

The agent turned to Bowles as he continued to roughly massage Sarah's breast. "You see, ma'am," he began. "This is a special drug. The CIA was always wildly successful in training their female agents to use seduction as a weapon. Men are simply helpless against such an attack. Some would call them little more than trained whores."

Bowles smiled. "I've heard that," she said.

"They were always looking for a way to make their male agents just as effective," the agent continued. "They were getting very frustrated. No matter how much seduction training they gave their agents, it simply didn't work nearly as effectively on women. So they looked for a drug that could possibly even the score. They commissioned research to develop one that would make women as receptive to sex as men are naturally. What they came up with is called Neuorpol. In fact it was effective beyond their wildest hopes. It turns a woman… well, into an on fire helpless plaything who would fuck a chimpanzee if it would only put out the fire between her legs."

Bowles laughed. "A drug like that would be worth a fortune on the black market," she said. "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"There were several problems that kept the CIA from deploying it in the field," he replied calmly. "Currently they only use it for rare interrogation or torture purposes. First, it has to be injected. That alone made it impractical as a seduction tool. But more important are the side effects. It's ridiculously addictive, a thousand times more addictive than heroin. The effects last for a few hours. When it wears off, the subject would do literally anything to get the next dose. After about twenty doses or so, the heart just can't take it and the subject dies… but she doesn't care."

The agent put his face directly in Sarah's. "You know damn well that everything I just said is true," he said arrogantly, clearly mocking her. "Are you ready to become a fuck toy while you're thinking up new and ever more interesting secrets to tell me to get your next dose?"

Sarah couldn't hide the nervous, worried expression. She looked past the agent to Bowles. "Please, ma'am," she asked anxiously. "There has to be another way. Please don't let him do this. There are some things that I could tell you. I'm appealing to you as a woman. Can't we work something out?"

Bowles just laughed at her. "I wish I could stay and watch this," she said. "Agent Sarah Walker begging to be fucked to death. That seems poetic justice to me. Unfortunately I have to get back tonight." She turned to the agent. "Are you sure that this is going to work?"

The agent took his hand out of Sarah's top, pressed the narcotic gun into Sarah's neck and pulled the trigger. The gun made its classic hissing sound. "I'm sure, ma'am," he replied confidently. "Let me show you something before you leave. I think you'll enjoy it."

After only a few seconds, Sarah's eyes were already closed and her head slumped, almost as if she were unconscious.

"The drug has already begun to take effect," the agent said with a smirk. He reached down, found the slit in Sarah's gown, and ran his hand slowly up her leg until it disappeared far up her dress.

At first Sarah tried to press her knees together as best she could to fight off his crude advance. But after struggling for only a moment or so she gave in, relaxed, and allowed his hand full access inside her panties. "You bastard," she whispered without opening her eyes as her breathing noticeably quickened. "You rotten bastard."

The agent turned to wink at Bowles as he continued his assault for a moment. "Tell me the truth, Agent Walker," he said calmly. "You seem to be enjoying this. Do you want me to stop?"

Sarah didn't respond for a long moment. And she still didn't open her eyes. But a single tear finally made its way down her cheek. Her single word answer, little more than a whisper, clearly signaled that the battle was now over and her surrender to the drug complete. She bit her lower lip as she now strained against her binds to grind herself into his fingers as best she could.

"No."

The Fulcrum Agent stood and turned to face Bowles. "See," he said. "She's already helpless. It will get far worse in a few minutes. She'll soon be begging me."

Bowles offered her hand. "Congratulations," she said. "This is brilliant."

"Thank you, ma'am," the agent replied, making no effort to let go of her hand. "I hope you don't think this is inappropriate. But I've always wanted to meet you. You're something of a hero of mine."

Bowles also made no attempt to reclaim her hand. "I don't think it's inappropriate at all," she said. "In fact, I think you're being wasted here in Vegas. How would you like to come to Washington and join my team? I know that Vegas is an exciting place to be stationed, but I think I can do wonders for your career. You're obviously on the fast path."

"Thank you, ma'am," he said, still holding her hand. "Vegas is nice. But I'd do almost anything to get a chance to work with you. I would greatly appreciate the opportunity. I won't let you down."

"I'm sure you won't," Bowles said. "You can come and meet me in Washington and brief me on what you found out from Agent Walker's… um… interrogation. Let's say three days. I'll make the arrangements tomorrow with Peter West. What's your name?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a grin. "I'll definitely see you in three days. I'm looking forward to it. My name is Agent Carmichael."

"Charles Carmichael."

"Not half as much as I am," Bowles said. Then she leaned forward and whispered something into his ear then stepped towards the door. "I'll see you in three days."

As soon as Bowles and her men left the room, Chuck knelt down beside Sarah and began to untie her.

"Who in the hell was that?" Casey asked as he waited for Chuck to get to him.

"That was Jennifer Bowles," Chuck said with a smile. "She was Laura's girlfriend the other night. She is a congresswoman from New Jersey. She is currently on the House Intelligence committee. That must be how she recognized Sarah. She is also the sixth Fulcrum Elder."

As soon as Chuck had Sarah free, she went to help him with Casey. In spite of the still tense situation, she couldn't keep the grin off her face. "Neuorpol?" she asked with a laugh. "Turns any woman into a helpless fuck toy? Really? Are we sure this isn't a fantasy suddenly coming to light? Now you're sounding more like Bryce."

"Wow, that one was a low blow," Chuck said with his own laugh. "You're going to pay for that, Mrs. Bartowski. You have to admit, it sounds like something that your CIA would invent. They seem a bit preoccupied with sex from where I'm standing. By the way, the single tear was a nice touch."

"You do understand that you're in serious trouble?" Sarah asked in mock anger. "I believe that I told you very plainly earlier that I did NOT want you to stop. You never listen to me on missions."

Chuck pulled Sarah in for a strong kiss. He was actually surprised that she allowed it given the circumstance. "I accomplished one thing," he said with his classic grin as soon as the kiss broke.

"I told you I could be a pig."

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