Don't own Chuck

Chuck sat in Castle with Morgan decrypting the flash drive using an algorithm that he had written specifically for code cracking based on the peculiarly of language characteristics. However, what made the sequencing more difficult was that he didn't know if the target language was English or Russian so he had to run both languages which made his work tedious and sometimes self-cancelling.

"Chuck what am I doing wrong? There must be something I'm doing wrong how do you deal with Sarah."

"Listen little Buddy I'm kind of busy here."

"You're too busy to help your best friend who's dying here. Come on Chuck I need your help."

"Okay but remember you asked. First I don't deal with Sarah I just do. I put her first and then everything else just falls into place. It's that simple just like breathing."

"Okay then, I want to learn from you I told you what happened. What would you have done differently? What would you have done if it you were me and Sarah was Alex?"

"First I wouldn't have been in your situation," said Chuck as he checked the monitors watching the data flow glancing over at Morgan and saw he was visibly upset, "Morgan, would it hurt to watch an Audrey Hepburn movie every now and then? Besides I thought 'Roman Holidays' was your favorite sick say movie?"

"It is but this is about more than a movie. If I give in on this what will happen in the future when it's something more important then what do I do? I don't want to say anything but Sarah's got you wrapped around her finger."

"Morgan, what are you talking about? I don't always give in, if we disagree we talk it over then come up with a solution together. Morgan, the important word there is 'together'."

"How many times after these big discussions does she give in to you? I can tell you how often never."

"Just because I can't think of any doesn't mean anything. We come to the decision together and that's what matters. Morgan a relationship isn't about getting what you want at the expense of your partner. It's about two people loving each other and caring for each other. If you care you'll want your partner to be happy even if that means sometimes you're not. Besides Morgan we're talking about you and Alex not Sarah and me."

"What are you saying I should do just give in all the time?"

"Morgan talking like that just shows you're not ready to be having this conversation yet." Chuck wanted to say mature enough but why kick a man already down. "Hold up Morgan I'm in, the computer has finished," said Chuck as he flashed.

"What's it say," said Morgan looking at the monitor but the words were written in Russian. "What is it a new recipe for Borsch? I don't know how people can eat beets and then to make a cold soup with it as Casey would say 'yuck'.

"Morgan quiet! Crap, I know why Melville's in town," Chuck said as he tried to get Casey and Sarah on the comms but nothing.

"What's the matter?" asked Morgan.

"Their comms are being jammed. Morgan, I've got to get down to Waldron fast."

"Chuck you aren't? You know Sarah and your Mrs. B won't like it."

"Yes, Little Buddy it's time to break out the Nighthawk. And see I don't always give in."

"Chuck," Morgan said as he saluted him, "The man...the machine...the NightHawk." Morgan watched Chuck disappear into the night then he pulled out his phone and called Mary.

"Mrs. B. this is Morgan, Chuck asked me to call you and tell you there's a situation. … If you turn on your radio you'll be able to talk with him. He just left on the nighthawk. … I'm sure he's driving safe, no I can't lie Sarah and Casey are in trouble and he went to help them. … Mrs. B., Mrs. B." but Mary had hung up.

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Casey dragged Marcus' body back into Melville's room while Sarah covered Pierre. Then they took Melville down the elevator and through the lobby out into the parking lot towards Casey's Crown Vic. Pepe had radioed ahead to the men out front to be waiting. Rose activated a local jamming device from their van that blocked all communications so there would be no way to call for help.

"Okay boys I want them all dead," Rose told to her men. "Pierre can't be taken under any circumstances, does everyone understand?"

"Roger that Boss," said Pepe for the men.

Rose changed frequencies, "be ready up there I want Pierre dead and if you can take out the agents with him the better but Pierre can't leave up right."

"Roger that."

Sarah and Casey were about to clear the foyer when Casey stopped.

"What's the matter John?"

"This is a little too easy, don't you think? We went up nabbed him and now we just walk out like that. He had his bags packed and was ready to go."

"So if he was about to run. He recognized us the same way we recognized him but you're right there's something off."

"Well, we're not getting any answers here acting like a couple of nancys we need to get back to where we can all talk."

"I'm not going to say a word," said Pierre.

"That's what they all say," said Casey, "but in the end they all talk. I guess it's my persuasive personality. But please don't talk, I have some anger management issues I need to resolve."

"I'll call Chuck and tell him we're on our way back. Hey, I don't have reception."

"Me either," said Casey pulling out his phone and looking around the foyer other people were having the same problem.

"He's smirking," said Sarah. "He's a smirker, I hate smirkers."

They had just left the foyer and were out in the parking lot when Sarah notice the men coming towards them then she reached out for Casey to steady herself.

"What is it Sarah? Casey said as she put her hand on is shoulder. "Crap you just flashed." They both drew weapons and the men opened fire. Casey shoved Melville behind a car as a hail of bullets breezed by where he stood.

"Hey, kill them not me," he yelled.

"I guess they think you're a bit chatty and want to make sure you stay quiet."

"Casey, we can't stay here we're too exposed."

"I know but we can't go back into the hotel we'll never make it. The only thing we can do is to try to move between the cars and try to pick them off. You'd have a better chance if we separated. I'll keep Melville."

"I'm not leaving you."

"Think about Chuck and Sam just go that's an order."

"One I choose to ignore and I'm thinking about Chuck and Sam. How could I look them in the face knowing I abandoned you? No Uncle we're in this together." Casey grunted.

"Okay, then when I say move, we move. Move!" They kept down and ran behind two more vehicles through another volley of bullets.

"Shush," said Sarah as she bent down looking under the cars. She saw a set of feet from one of her pursuers and she shot once in the ankle then when he dropped another in the head. "One down," she said.

"Good, we need to save our ammo and only fire when we have a clear shot."

"Agreed," she said.

"So Pierre do you feel chatty yet? I could turn you over so you can experience a little friendly fire up close and personal," Casey said as he pretended to force Pierre up.

"Hold on, wait I'll tell you everything but first you've got to get me out of here."

"Nice flower," said Casey.

"If you had any culture you'd know this is a Boutonniere."

"A what?"

"A lapel flower," said Sarah, "did your boss give you that?"

"Yes, this rose was a token of esteem," he said but as he was talking there was the sound of a distant shot. Both Casey and Sarah knew what it was but it was too late to get Melville down. He slumped over dead.

"He said rose, didn't he?" said Sarah as she rolled him over she pulled it off his lapel and looked at it then flashed. A series of unsolved murders flashed in front of her all with the same flower found at the scene, Rosa Floribunda Iceberg. In each case an unknown contract killer code name: Iceberg was suspected. The rose was the perps trademark. Sarah told Casey what she saw. "You know what this means," she said as she held up the rose. "Melville was already marked for death before we got here."

"We are too if we can't get out of here. Try Chuck again." Sarah tried then shook her head. Things weren't looking good. They were low on ammo and running out of places to hide.

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Chuck was doing three hundred miles an hour as blew past a posted fifty-five sign. He had only one thing on his mind and that was Sarah. The documents that he read were secret communiques within the SVR that informed different directorates that their archives had been compromised. Former affiliated sister agencies were suspect and top of the list were former operatives that had infiltrated the FLQ specifically mention was Pierre Melville.

"Chuck, this is your mother speaker," radioed Mary.

"Evening Mom, I'm a little busy right now, but I'll need you to stand by fire controls soon."

"Yes, Charles but I have you on satellite and well you know you're driving awfully fast."

"How's Sam doing?" Chuck wanted to change the topic.

"She's fine Emma put her to sleep. Molly is sleeping in your bed we'll move her when you two get home. Right now Emma is sitting with me. She wants to know what's going on with her daughter," said Mary as Emma reached out for Mary's hand.

"I don't know. I can't raise her because something is jamming her comm signal. Use the satellite feed and give me a visual report?" There was a pause as Mary worked the controls typing in passwords and commands.

"Charles you need you need to hurry they're pinned down in the parking lot in front of the Waldron and it looks like a man they're with is down. Okay I see you."

"Mom, fifties activated feed me targets and positions. Let's light 'em up."

"You hear that," said Casey. "I'd know that motor anywhere."

"Yeah and I hate it when he does this." They got up only to have to dive back down as Chuck ripped through the lot strafing parked vehicles laying down cover fire. Car after car burst into flames under a hail of both armor piercing and explosive rounds.

"Chuck, Sarah and Casey are up ahead," said Mary.

"I got them," he said as he squealed into stop next to them and raise his visor, "I know I said nothing would happen, famous last words." He had just said when they heard the same sound they had heard before a distant gunshot. Chuck jerked back as they heard an audible thud from the impact. "Mom, I've got a sniper," he said after making a low moan.

"Roger, I'm using an IR scan. One second."

"Chuck!" yelled Sarah. Casey grabbed her to hold her down.

"Stay under cover! Mom anytime would be nice."

"Got it! This I'll teach you to shot at my son," said Mary as she raise the red toggle cover and threw the switch labelled fire. The Bike launched a missile that flew straight to the parking garage across the street followed by a blaze that engulfed an entire level.

"Retreat," yelled Rose in her radio. The assassins that were still alive beat feet and ran.

"Chuck, you're bleeding," said Sarah as she ran to help him off the bike and took off his helmet.

"It's nothing I threw on body armor before I left Castle. Here," said Chuck as he handed Sarah his ear piece. "Emma wants to talk to you."

"Mom, we're okay … Listen I can't talk I need to take care of Chuck." As she was talking with Emma there the sounds of sirens from fire engines and emergency response vehicles that were moving closer and closer to them.

"We need to get out of here," said Casey.

"Don't worry those are Beckman's people I had Morgan call her after I left."

"Let me look at nothing," said Sarah as she took off his vest and examined his wound. You're lucky the vest took most of the impact and caused the bullet to fragment. I can feel it so it should come out easy."

"Yeah, probably a .30-06 you're luck it wasn't a fifty caliber or we'd be looking for your arm to glue back on. How'd you know we needed help anyway?"

"I tried to call you to warn you about Melville that's when I discovered your comms where being jammed so I came."

"Couldn't you drive a car like normal people? You know how I feel about you on bikes, especially that bike," said Sarah then she caressed his face, "but thanks for coming."

"Always Love."

"Is someone injured?" asked a paramedic who came over with a med kit.

"Can you show me what you've got sterile in there?" Sarah said to the medic.

"Hey you're not thinking of removing the bullet here are you?"

"Don't you trust me," she said as she kissed him.

"Look at me," said Casey as me moved so Chuck couldn't see Sarah operate. "What did you mean by 'warn us about Melville'? What did you find out?"

"I decrypted the drive and on it were a series of internal communiques in the SVR that talk about a break in at one of their secure archives. Melville and the FLQ were prime suspects."

"The Front De Libération Du Québec," said Sarah, "now that's a group I haven't heard of in a while."

"You make terrorist groups sound so sexy," he said as he turned to kiss her.

"I can't yet," she said as she inserted twisters and pulled out a bullet fragment then she handed it to Casey who had an evidence bag open. "Okay now," she said as she kissed him. Let me dress your wound then let's go home."

"That might be a problem Molly's sleeping in our bed."

"No problem," said Casey as he handed Sarah the room card from the Waldron. "I'll take care of everything here and get the bike back to Castle. I'll even have the bearded buffoon drop off a car here for you and leave the keys at the front desk along with a change of clothes.

"I'm sorry Love," said Chuck, "your dress is ruined. I'll buy you a new one."

"Right now I need to flush out your wound and stitch you up."

"Do you have to use needles? You know how I feel about needles."

"Would you prefer duct tape?" said Sarah smiling but still concerned about Chuck. Every time he comes. Every time.

"You can use duct tape?"

"What? No silly, I was joking."

"I used it once in Honduras on a buddy of mine who took a round in the gut."

"And he lived, right?"

"No died of gangrene but he never had to get stitched up while he was alive."

"Thank you John I feel much better. Love can you do all this in the hotel room."

"Why, so no one can hear your girlish screams."

"Remind me why I saved your life?"

"You saved my life? I want you to know I had everyone just where I wanted them and would've taken the whole lot if you had-"

"You're welcome John," said Chuck as he got up to his feet and leaned against Sarah as they made their way back into the Waldron. "You need to call your mother when we get up to the room."

"I also need to put the manager out," she said as they got into the elevator. She explained what happened on the way up to their floor. Chuck was laughing when the doors opened.

"I don't remember this happening to Julia Roberts and I'm not sure if I like being compared to a prostitute."

"But Julia Roberts was so delightful."

Sarah got Chuck in the room then they unload the manager without opening Chuck's wound. She called her mother to tell her they wouldn't be home until the following morning and then only for a short time before they had to go out for the day. Then she strip off Chuck's shirt and removed the temporary bandage she had put before. Once she was finished she couldn't help but rub her hands over Chuck's scars. She knew everyone and most of them he had gotten protecting her.

"Thank you," she said.

"Thanks for what?"

"Thanks for saving me again," she said as she began kissing each of his scars.

"You would've done the same for me," he said as he brushed the hair from her neck and kissed her. "I don't know if I can do much with this shoulder the way it is."

"Just lay back and let me take care of you," she said as she sat on top him and kissed him then fumbled around searching for the light switch.

It was early the next morning they woke up. Chuck had been awake for a while when Sarah woke up to find Chuck laying there watching her.

"Morning Sweetie, how long have you been awake?"

"Just a little while."

"You should've woken me up."

"No that would have been a sin. I like watching you sleep you're so very beautiful," he said as he brush her hair back from her face and caressed it. "I'm so very luck have I told you that I love you."

"I might have heard that before but you can tell me again," she said as she cuddled closer.

"I love you. It's the first thing I think of when I wake and my last thought before I fall asleep."

"I love you too," she said as she leaned over and kissed him

"Oh," groaned Chuck as his shoulder reminded him about what had happened the night before.

"My poor baby," Sarah said, "I won't ask the stupid question."

"What? Does it hurt?" He started to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"I was thinking I ought to get a tee-shirt made, 'The Magnet'." Sarah laughed.

"But if you get one you need to get one for Morgan too." They both burst in laughter then Sarah rolled over and kissed Chuck then laid her head on his chest.

"You know I never imagined in my wildest dreams to be here right now with someone like you but you've taught me that it's good to be surprised sometimes. Everything I am and everything I have is because of you. Charles Irving Bartowski you've made me the happiest girl on earth and I want you to know that. I love you."

"You're perfect," said Chuck as they kissed there was a knock at the door. "Oh, who is it," yelled Chuck with a voice that said go away.

"Room service, I have a delivery for a Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski."

"One second," said Chuck as he went to the door in boxer shorts. The embarrassed bellboy handed him two garment bags with clothes. "I'm sorry but as you can see I don't have any money on me I'll have to catch you at check-out this morning. Thanks."

Sarah was rolling, laughing into her pillow so the poor man couldn't hear her then after Chuck closed the door they both laughed together.

"Come on lazy bones," said Sarah we need to get home and check on everyone before we go camping.