THE PLAN:
Chuck woke up to the greatest sight in his life. Sarah was curled up to his side and her hair was tussled. Her face was free of makeup, and the top four buttons of his shirt had come open during the night providing Chuck with an un-obscured view of two perfectly sculpted breasts. Chuck didn't know how much time he had spent looking at Sarah's chest, but when he looked up her eyes were open. "See something you like Chuck?" she asked with a sexy little smirk.
"Um… I, um… I wasn't. But I. I'm just going to roll over and die now." He said with a pained look on his face before rolling over and burying his face in his pillow.
Sarah laughed and rolled over with him. "Come on Chuck. I'm sorry I embarrassed you. It's okay to look you know." She whispered.
"But I didn't mean to. I mean I just looked down and they were there, and they were looking back at me, and we kind of got into a staring match, and I think they won." He rambled.
Sarah let out a giggle and pushed him off the bed. "Come on Chuck. It's Christmas, lets go open presents." She said as she pushed him out of his room, but instead of turning right to head to the living room she turned left and pushed him into the closet. She grabbed his hand and put it inside her shirt. "Time to open presents, starting with this one." She said before she smashed her mouth to his. She broke the kiss gasping. "After we open presents I'm going to say I need something from my hotel room. We can have two hours together before we need to get back for the party tonight. I want you Chuck. I was so close to attacking you that night in the courtyard after that mission with Bryce in the train station. You have no idea. If I could have any one moment to redo in my life it would be that one. I should have gone first. I should have told you then." She all but growled out as she ran her hand down his abs before plunging it into his boxers and taking him firmly in hand. "I need you Chuck. I have for a long time now. I've spent nights awake thinking about this. I have to have it now." She said before she attacked his mouth again.
Chuck pulled back and looked at her. She was panting, her chest and neck were red and her lips were puffy from the kissing. But it was her eyes that almost put him over the edge. They were on fire with lust. The power those eyes had over him was huge. They had kept him calm during gun fights, gave him confidence before a mission, gave him hope for their future together when they were alone, and made him feel like crap when he screwed up. But never have they held more power over him then at that moment. And it was because he knew she was so keyed up, that she had given into her need for him that she let all of her guards down. It was at this very moment that he was meeting her for the first time. He knew that he, Chuck Bartowski, held total power over her, Sarah Walker.
Sarah Walker the girl, not the Agent, Seductress, Assassin, or Spy. Chuck Knew what he had to do. He took two really big breaths, and while saying sorry to his little head, he took hold of her forearms and held her out at arms length. "Sarah. Look at me. Look into my eyes and take a deep breath. There you go. Come back to me. I need you to be coherent when I say this." Chuck said as he ran his hands up and down her arms. He kept at it until he saw the lust drain from her eyes to be replaced with confusion. "Sarah, I love you. I have from the moment I laid eyes on you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And now that I know what you were going to say that night I wish I would have let you talk first too. The truth is that I was listening to very bad advice from a very unreliable source. I can see that now, but the reality of our situation is still the same as it was last night. Yes we can have two hours today or we can have the rest of our lives next week. I'm close, Sarah. Very close. I know most of what we need to do to have that, but I need information. I need access to Castle. I need Casey to go along with this, I need you to give me some spy training. And most of all I need you to trust me. I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you trust me as much as I trust you. I need the strength, and power I get from your eyes. From your words. I need it to get us the things we want. We are very close to having it all. I just need you to keep it all together for just a little longer. Can you do that for me? If you can I can make you a few promises of my own." He said looking her in the eyes.
She didn't know what it was about the situation they where in that had her more confused. She was still on edge sexually. She had never felt this hot in her life. And his will power to hold her off even though she could see and feel how much he wanted the same thing was doing something to her body that she couldn't even begin to explain. It was like the very primal core of her was in heat for him. His will power, and his confident words touched something deep in her. He had never been more sexy in his life then he was right now. Then there was the fact that he turned her down. He turned Her down? No one turned her down. Not princes, or presidents, or trained Agents. No she was Sarah Walker god damn it! She was The Demon of Columbia. The Goddess of the French Riviera. The leader of the CAT squad. The God damn Enforcer, for fuck sake. But then what he said registered. The rest of their lives? Did he just purpose? Then the world around her started getting smaller. She felt Chuck pull her to his chest and rubbed her back.
"Chuck?" She asked in a wispier.
"Yes?" he asked back as he pulled her back a little to look at her again.
"Did you just purpose?" She asked barely audibly.
"Yes I guess I just did. Um… I don't have a ring or anything right now, but Sarah Walker. Will you marry me?" He asked with a shy smile.
"No Chuck. You don't know me. You don't know me at all. You have no idea who I am. What I've done. I'm a liar, and a killer Chuck. You don't know what I've done." She said in a panicked voice.
"Sarah I know what you did. I know that you've killed people before. I know you're an agent. I know what that means now. I've been working with you for how long? You don't think I know what you had to do? Sarah, come on I thought you had a little faith in me. Casey once told me you were the best of the best. You don't think I know what being the best means?" Chuck asked with a sad smile on his face.
"You have no idea. You think you do but you have no clue at all." She said with a sad look on her face as a lone tear made it's way down her cheek.
"Okay. Then tell me." He said with the confidence from before back in his voice.
Sarah looked in his eyes and saw that same will power again. And like last time it was doing things to her on an animalistic level. But if he wanted to meet her. The killer, the seductress, the spy. Then she was going to show him who she was. "Okay, you think you know. You think you can live with it then I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you my authorization code. That will let you flash on my file. If after that you still want me then we can continue with this conversation. Until then I will say no, and I always will." she said trying not to sob.
"Okay. I don't know what you think I'm going to see that's going to make me not want to be with you but okay. Give it to me." Chuck said as he flexed his neck and rolled his shoulders. He knew she was the best agent in the CIA. He also knew she had ten years of training and missions. This flash was going to suck. He took a big breath and nodded.
"Charlie Alfa Tango 119653..." But she stopped when Chuck held up his hand.
"Wait, before I do this I need something." Chuck said before he kissed her. It was a kiss they had experienced before. That time they stood in front of what they thought was a bomb and just like last time Sarah thought it was that last kiss they were ever going to have. But Chuck knew differently. "Okay hit me!" Chuck said once they broke the kiss.
"3" She said and watched as his eyes rolled back in his head. After a few seconds she started to panic a little, he was still flashing. She reached out and grabbed his hand. "Chuck?" she asked softly. But the flash kept going. Sarah stood there for what felt like a lifetime, but was only a minute. Then Chuck eyes rolled forwards and he fell into her. "Chuck, are you okay?" she asked rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah, just give me a minute to get my thoughts together. I knew this was going to be a big flash, but wow. You have been a very busy girl haven't you?" he said trying to get his brain working again. It was one thing to say you're the best CIA agent in the world, and it's another thing to go over their file. She was recruited at the age of eighteen. And she spent the next two years blitzing through the four year training program at the Farm. He read notes written by her instructors. Notes saying things like: She takes to knife fighting like she was born with a knife in her hand. Her accuracy with a handgun at 80 feet is better then most of the other trainees at 18 feet. Agent walker can charm the pants off a seasoned agent but she doesn't need to, because her eyes and smile can have a man spilling his secrets before he even realized it. And it was the last comment that gave him hope. And he was right. Of the 157, yes that number was right he checked it twice. She had only had to use actual sex just three times, and one of those times were with Bryce because they were being watched. The other two were the head of an IRA cell, and he meet his end before he even got the chance to enjoy it. The poison worked fast but not as fast as a drink Irishman. Chuck had to laugh at that one because she had written a lengthy complaint about it in her report. The other time was a international arms dealer and she wouldn't have been in that situation if not for a over step made by a C.A.T. Squad member named Amy. Chuck was going to have to look into this Amy. It looked like an innocent overstep, but Chuck was kind of an expert on messing up a mission so something didn't smell right to him. But aside from that nothing else.
He figured out thought his flash that Sarah was an absolute artist at playing men. She got what she needed with out having to go all the way. No if he was going to be freaked out by anything in the file it would be her record in the interrogation room. He knew they taught you some pretty horrible things at the Farm but it seamed like Sarah really played attention in that class. The images were hard to see but after hearing the horrible things these demons had done he felt no remorse for them. He was sure that if he was facing the same situation and had the same training, he himself could do the same thing.
And on the subject of demons, he learned that was one of her aliases. The Demon of Columbia. And for a very good reason she spent four months posing as a coffee exec. and killing members of all of the cartels until they started a three year gang war so bloody it almost wiped out all of the drug infrastructure in South America. It wasn't until the heads of the cartels had a peace meeting that they realized Sarah started the war. That was the day the Demon of Columbia was born.
That lead him to her kill total. The number was high, even by Casey standards. But he understood that she was given the very worst missions the CIA had to offer, and with those missions it was hard not to kill anyone. With that frame of reference the number wasn't that bad. But still, 248 people was still a lot. But like with her interrogation stats they were all very bad people. Traitors, killers, drug dealers, dictators, and terrorists. Really as far as he was concerned it was 248 scumbags that weren't around to hurt anyone else. The only thing that unnerved him was how she was able to maintain her sanity. He saw in her file her lack of trust in therapy. Had she ever talked to anyone about the things she had done? To Carina? To Bryce? To some other friend? He hoped so because if not, she needed to. No one should have to live with that.
The last thing he saw in her file that he didn't like was the lack of any life outside of missions. He might not have a detailed account of her off time but he could do the math. If a mission in Italy ends on the tenth of May and her next one starts on the fifteenth of May in Chile. That only gave her five days to travel back to D.C. write up her report and catch the next flight out. And that happened a lot more often then not. By his calculation she had been on 157 missions in the last eight years and had maybe half that number in days off. The sad part is he knew that was not what happened to other agents. They would get time off after each mission. Time they used to detox the adrenalin out of their systems, but not his Sarah. She was too good, she was needed too much. There was always another bad guy. Another cartel. Another terrorist cell. A non-stop adrenalin rush that lasted eight years.
He thought it was funny, she told him all of this to dissuade him from wanting to marry her. But to tell the truth it had the exacts opposite result. He never wanted her more. He wanted to be the home she was missing. He wanted to be her down time. He wanted to be her Adrenalin detoxifier. But more then that he wanted to worship her like she deserved. In his opinion she had been taken advantage of by the government. She was used and used, and they planed to keep using her until there was nothing left. And he'd be damned if they thought they could do that to his Sarah!
His Sarah? He didn't know where that came from but he liked it. He liked it a lot, and he was going to make that thought true. There was no way in the world he was going to let her get away. None. Not because he wanted to own her. In fact it was the very opposite of that. It was because she deserved to be loved. She deserved to be taken care of.
He looked up at her and saw a resigned look in her ice blue eyes. He reached out and took her arms in his hands he let his hands slide up her shoulders to her neck and on to her cheeks. "I do not now, nor have I ever, deserved you. I have known that simple fact for quite a while now, but when you're faced with just how awesome Sarah Walker really is? Well lets just say I really know now how far you're marrying down." He said as he pulled her in for a soft kiss.
"But What about all of the things I've done?" she asked softly.
"What things? Are you talking about the 157 perfect missions you completed in just under eight years? Or are you talking about how you blitzed the Farm in two years, a record still to this day? Or are we talking about the fact that you were assigned to the President's foreign protection detail while still taking sixteen missions for the CIA? Come on Sarah what things are you talking about?" Chuck asked while brushing the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs.
"All of the people I've killed…" was as far as she got before Chuck stopped her.
"No. Not people! Lives I will give you, but they stopped being people when they did the horrible things they did." he said making sure to maintain eye contact with her.
"But Chuck it's so many pe… um lives. Chuck I'm ashamed of the fact that it's so many I lost count. Do you even know how many?" She asked.
"Do you want me to say yes and we can call it all good or do you want to know the number?" Chuck asked still holding her eyes pined with his. She needed to see he wasn't effected at all about any of this.
"Number." She said softly. Before closing her eyes.
"No you will look at me." He said softly, but firmly. He waited for her eyes to open. "248. 248 very evil, very bad demons. Scum of the earth." he said firmly but it didn't stop the sobs from coming out of her. "It's okay Sarah. I'm right here. Let me help you." he said as he pulled her close and held onto her as tightly as he could with out breaking her. "Sarah, Marry me. Let me take care of you. Let me be there for you the next time you have to put down the next scumbag. I want to be there Sarah. All you have to do is let me." he said softly as he rubbed her back in soft slow circles.
"Yes." she said softly.
"Yes what?" he asked.
"Yes, I will marry you Chuck. Please be all of those things you said. I want them. I need you to be the one good thing that I've done in my life…" But that's all she got out before he kissed her. It wasn't hard, or soft. It wasn't needy, or fast. It wasn't even light, or sweat. It was all of those things and more. It was a promise. They both knew it.
"I will and more but you have nothing to be absolved of. Nothing. The CIA has much to answer for as far as I'm concerned. 157 missions with no vacation? Not going to happen again. Not on my watch. Now more then ever I know we need this plan to work. Now lets go get dressed and have a day of family, friends, and more love then you can handle. But do you think you can get me into castle with out us being on camera. If we can do it today I can get the answers I need and we can get Casey in on it tonight. I don't like keeping him in the dark and I know for this to work we need him." Chuck said out loud as he gestured with his hands for her to look at something.
She turned around and saw what Chuck saw. Sitting on the back wall of the closet was a bug. Sarah knew it wasn't there last night. She also knew it was one of Casey's, it matched all of the other bugs in the house. But it also meant that he heard every thing they just said. She looked back at Chuck and saw both fear and determination in his eyes. "Let's go Chuck. We have a big day ahead of us." she said.
They took turns in the shower and got dressed in mission black under Sarah's orders. As they left out the front door they saw Casey standing by the fountain. "Morning John. Did you need anything?" Sarah said as she casually reached for her gun in the back of her pants.
"Not right now, but I think we might have something to talk about later. I just thought you might need this." he said handing over a small communication blackout device. "It only has an hour long charge, but it should be enough time." he said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Chuck looked at the blackout device, and then looked back to Casey. "If there was ever one thing I could count on in this world, it was that you would do anything for your team, Casey. I just want you to know that the same thing can be expected from me, and Sarah. I want you to know that before we walk away from here. I want to make sure you know that I would do anything John, anything. So I want you to make a list of things you want. Be it gear, or hardware, or a shiny new Crown Vic. Because if this all works out we are going to get what ever we want, and I think that can include requesting a French agent be seconded to the team. When we get back I hope to sit down with you and Sarah and come up with a way to get the things on your list John, because we have a list of our own, and I want all of it." Chuck said before holding out his hand to Casey.
Casey shook his hand and to Chuck's surprise pulled him into a one armed man hug. "I know. You might not have started out as an agent but you're getting damn close Chuck. Damn close." Casey said before pushing Chuck in the direction of Sarah's Porsche. Sarah looked Casey in the eyes before taking three big steps and pulling Casey into a big hug.
"Thank you John." She said as she buried she head in his chest.
"I don't know an exact number but I can tell you it's in the mid three hundreds. I tried to stop counting, but I know deep down, I know the number. I think you have the right idea Sarah. Absolution for people like us only comes form people like him. Innocent, but understanding. Now if you will excuse me I have a list to write. Because I know one thing about that kid out there, when he has that look on his face things get done. The last time he had that look he came up with a plan to rescue my hot headed partner from getting shot over her con man father." Casey said as he pushed her the same way he did Chuck. And Sarah smiled the same way Chuck did. Because they both knew that was the way Casey said he loved them. She walked to her car and let Chuck in.
"So what do you need in Castle?" she asked as she pulled into the light traffic of Christmas day.
"Information, Sarah. I need Information. The more I can get the more power we hold in the coming days."
"Oh and don't forget we need chocolate and orange fro-yo for the party tonight, or Elli will kill us." She said as an after thought. The fear in her voice made both of them laugh so hard Sarah had to pull over. "I've been on the most dangerous mission the CIA could throw at me and yet I think I'm more afraid of disappointing your sister." Sarah said in between laughs.
"She's your sister too you know?" Chuck said with a smile.
"I don't know about that Chuck. How is she going to react to the truth about me?" She asked as she pulled back into traffic.
"What truth? That you love me? That you love her so much you remember her fro-yo speech word for word?" Chuck asked with a big smile.
"I know what you're doing and I think it's sweet, but you know what I'm talking about. How will she react to me being an agent?" She said without looking at Chuck.
"Well I don't know because I don't think I'm going to survive to see her reaction to you being an agent, you know because she's going to kill me after I tell her I'm an agent. So if she still has some energy after she rains fire and brimstone down on me she might yell at you?" He said with a shrug.
Sarah didn't think it was all that funny though. "Come on Chuck, I'm being serious here." she said as they pulled up to the Orange-Orange.
"The sad part about it is, I'm being serious too, and remember you said you would protect me from bad guys, that includes my sister. Ellie can be a little scary when she gets mad, and me having a dangerous job will surly piss her off. So when I tell her I'm a spy, and she comes at me, trying to kill me. You can stop her with some supper secret kung-fu and tell her you're an agent as well. You know what? That might just work. You fought terrible, huge, bad guys before you should be able to survive a cat fight with Ellie, right?" Chuck asked as Sarah turned on the blackout device.
"I don't know Chuck." Sarah said with a laugh, finally getting in on the joke. She knew what he was trying tell her. She was a badass spy right? How bad could it be? "Maybe we can tell her over the phone?" she said as she stood behind Chuck while he worked at the computer.
"That might work. Then again it might make it worse. She would have to find us and then beat on us and I think the whole finding us might add to the ass whooping." Chuck said as he pulled up all of the files for the intersect he shifted through them for a minute until he flashed. Man did he flash. For over three minutes Chucks eyes rolled back and his head lolled back and forth. After the flash ended he fell back into Sarah's arms. She helped him into the chair and he went right back to the computer.
"Chuck are you okay? That was a huge flash. What was it?" she asked.
"It's what I've been requesting but keep getting denied. It's the instruction manual for the intersect. I know how it works now. But more importantly I know how to make one, I know the coding. The requirements, the power output to not fry the brain when you upload it. Hell Sarah with enough money I could build one right now. The thing is I don't have to. Fulcrum is building one as we speak. The problem is they keep frying peoples brains. I flashed on a dead Fulcrum agent just last week in the information packet. Now I need just a few more things then we can go talk to Casey." Chuck said before he started searching through government databases. He had eight searches open at once and Sarah had no idea what he was looking at or for. Ten minutes later the computer beeped and Chuck started typing out something on a black window. He was at it for another ten minutes and Sarah had no clue what he was typing but the speed his fingers were moving across the keyboard was staggering. She was not the greatest at typing but she was no slouch. But the amount of information flowing out of his hands was insane. Finally he stopped typing. "Okay I'm going to run this and see if I'm right about this, but I think I am. Sarah I need you to go get the medical kit and take it into the other room. If this doesn't work I'm going to go into shock and I'm going to need you to hit me with the adrenaline to get me going again." Chuck said without looking away from the computer.
"WHAT?! Are You Crazy Chuck?!"
"Sarah it's the only way to test this. I need to do this for us. And in order to test this I need you to be on standby to revive me. Now I'm 95 percent sure this is going to work. But if it doesn't then you're the only one around that can keep me alive. Listen Sarah, remember when I asked you to trust me? Well this is the part where you need to do just that. I need you to trust me. Please." he said without looking at her. He knew if he looked in her eyes as she told him not to do this he would cave in, but he knew that this had to be done. He needed to test his theory. From a computer engineering standpoint what he was about to do made sense, but he knew nothing about the brain and for all he knew this could really mess him up. He didn't want her to stop him because the longer he waited to run the test the more his confidence dwindled. If she didn't go now he was sure he wouldn't have it in him to push the button. He felt her hand on his shoulder and he knew it was now or never. "Please Sarah, if we are ever going to have a future together then I have to do this now. Please go. I love you. I need you to go." He said as his hand started to shake.
"Okay Chuck, but if you die on me I will never forgive you! Do you understand me? If you die I will never forgive you! I have always trusted your judgment, I'm trusting it again right now, but don't you dare die on me!" she said in a voice stressed with tears and Chuck's chest hurt at the sound of it. He knew that this was going to be a major turning point in their lives. He had to know. He had to do this.
"Sarah I love you. Now go in the other room and wait for my call, if you don't here anything in five minutes get in here as fast as you can. I love so much, but this is for all of us. Now go!" He yelled not being able to stop himself from breaking emotionally. He heard her foot steeps on the concrete floor and waited for them to stop. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm his shaking hands. He thought about what he told her and had to admit to himself that he lied to her. If this didn't work then he wouldn't go into shock like he told her. No he would die, and he didn't know what it felt like to have your brain overload and explode but he was sure it would hurt. "Good bye Sarah. I love you." he said softly to himself before he hit the enter key.
A series of images flashed on the screen for the next two minutes and Chuck was in excruciating pain but he refused to scream. He knew if he screamed she would come running in here and see the screen and get hurt and there was no way he was going to let that happen to her. So he did the only thing he could do. He bit the inside of his cheek and gripped the arm rests of the chair until he heard the metal scream under the stress. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more pain the images stopped. And he slumped forwards in the chair. "Sarah!." Was all he could gasp out before he collapsed forwards out of the chair. A part of his brain, the only part that wasn't hurting found it funny that whenever he messed with the Intersect he always ended up on the floor. His brain provided a few jokes about the difference between the Intersect and tequila but he was in too much pain to get the punch lines. All he knew was that an angle was hovering above him and he knew he had made it to haven.
Sarah didn't know what to do with her self. The last two minutes had been the worst two minutes of her life. Her Chuck was in the other room messing around with his brain and here she was, standing in the other room holding a medical bag. She looked back at her watch and noticed that it had only been thirty seconds since the last time she looked at it. that's when she heard it. It was the faint sound of his voice. She ran around the corner to see him laying on the floor. "Chuck! Talk to me Chuck what's wrong? Where dose it hurt? What do you need?" she asked as she picked up his head and put it on her lap.
"Hey pretty lady. You look like an angle." He mumbled out through the pain.
"Chuck tell me what to do." She said with tears streaming down her face as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Exactly what you're doing now is fine. And some aspirin if you got some?" He asked with a smile. He didn't feel like smiling right, but he saw how scared she looked and he knew he need to show her he was okay.
She pulled out bottle of aspirins and grabbed the bottle of water from off the table next to her. "Here Chuck. Take these." she said as she put the two pills in his mouth and helped him drink the water.
"How long do we have left on the blackout?" he groaned out.
"A little over twenty minutes. But if we need more time I can get another device from off the shelf. Don't worry about that, just relax." she said softy.
"We can't, it will look suspicious if we're here too long. We have to move. Help me up. We need to keep moving." He said as he sat up. He took the bottle from her and drained the rest before he had her pull him into the chair. "Now give me one of your knives?" He said holding out his hand. She looked like she was going to say no so he held out his hand higher and gave her a pleading look.
"Okay, but be careful it's very sharp." she said as she handed it over to him handle first. He took it in his hand and looked at it, he flashed and the pain was blinding. He let out a low moan. "Chuck are you sure you're okay?" she asked with a worried look on her face.
"Yes. Now take anther knife and throw it at that sign over on the wall please." he asked and in the blink of an eye a knife was sticking out of the middle of the three by five inch sign on the wall twenty feet from them. "Good, now would you say that was an easy throw?" he asked.
"For me? Yes. For another agent? No. Why?" She asked.
"Could you do it sitting in this chair?" He asked.
"Maybe? But it would be much harder. It would limit my range of mobility. Why Chuck? What's with all the questions?" she asked.
"And what are the chances of me hitting that sign from here? Go ahead, you can say it. Not a chance in hell right?" he said and she just blushed. "Don't worry, up until ten minutes ago you'd be right. But not now." Chuck said before flinging the knife and sticking it a hairs breath away from her knife. When he looked at it he started to laugh hysterically.
"Chuck? How… um How did you just? But I mean?" She looked at him like he had grown two heads.
"Well Sarah. If knife throwing is a skill that can be learned. And all learning is remembering. And the Intersect codes information into the brain. Then why not store skills instead of just information?" he asked with a shrug.
"So you're saying that you Intersected knife throwing into your brain?" She asked. She knew it was a dumb question to ask, she had just seen the evidence herself. But the fact of the matter is that until just now she didn't think it could work like that and well she needed to here him say the words.
"In a manor of speaking yes." Chuck said with a huge smile. "I also downloaded basic fighting skills, Shooting skills, Spanish, Japanese, French, and a patch that should help me flash faster, and more accurately." he pulled a NSA bulletproof flash drive out of the computer. "And now I know it works I can tweak it so it doesn't hurt as much next time. The upload speed is still too fast. It overloads my brain and gives me a massive headache, but now I know what the problem is and I can fix it. But the real pain in the butt is processing power. With this program and an intersect mainframe I can be superman. But I don't know if it will work for someone else. Help me out of here we have to get to Casey's place and I don't want to be here if the blackout dies out on us. Come on, your going to have to help me weekend at Bernie's style." he said holding up his right arm. She slung it over her shoulder and lifted him out of his chair. She half drug, half carried him out of castle and into the yogurt shop. "I knew you could carry me out of there, you have freakishly strong arms." he said.
"Freakishly? Really?" She asked with a pout. As she picked up two big tubs of frozen yogurt and walked over to him.
"Did I say that out loud?" he asked with his most charming smile. When she just gave him a dirty look in return he knew he was in trouble. "Let me off the hook because my head is still all scrambled?" He tried, but that just got her more mad. "I love you?" he tried and she couldn't hold it in any longer, she laughed.
"Come on lover boy lets get you home." She said as she helped him off the bench and into her car.
"You know it's not nice to mess with an injured person right?" he pouted looking out his window and not at her.
"Come on Chuck, you're the one who said freakishly. Just for future reference women don't like to be called freakish." she said with a big smile.
"Okay, but in my defense I really didn't mean to say that out loud." he said with a smile of his own.
"oh, so you were thinking it?" she asked
"No, yes. Maybe?" he finished with a laugh.
"What else do you think about me in that head of yours?" she asked.
"Well I think your Sexy and cool. I think you're Sarah Walker total badass. But most importantly you're a woman without equal. No one can reach your level of Awesome. Not even the captain. But most of all you're my Sarah. The woman that I love and want to spend the rest of my life with." he said with a sincerity that she was not expecting. She pulled into the parking lot and shut her car off before she grabbed his neck and kissed him. It was the same kiss they shared in the closet. It was the promise kiss as Sarah liked to call it.
"I love you too Chuck." she said before she gave him another promise kiss. "Come on Casey's waiting for us." She got out of the car and was about to help Chuck but he surprised her by standing up by himself.
"The aspirin is kicking in, and my headache is almost gone." he said as he rolled his neck and heard a few pops. "oh yeah, that feels so much better." he said.
"Good. I don't like to see you in pain. You make these really sad eyes that are hard to look at." she said as she got the buckets of frozen yogurt out of her trunk.
"Lets go talk to Casey. I want to see what he put down on his list." Chuck as he took one of the buckets from her.
"Hey, how comes I don't get a list?" she asked with a pout.
"You get a list but we need Casey's help and lets face it he's doesn't have the incentive of getting married and living happily ever after that we do. The big guy will have to be paid off so to speak. Plus if I know Casey like I think I do then I think some of the things he wants are going to be things that we want." he said before knocking on Casey's door.
Casey opened the door a few seconds later and ushered them in. "So did you two get what you needed. I must admit I'm very curious as to what you needed." Casey said as he motioned them to sit on the couch.
"In a second big guy. Do you have a place to shoot in here?" Chuck asked.
It was a testament to how curious Casey was that he didn't ask questions he just hit a button on a remote and a picture of Sodom Husain dropped down into the fireplace.
"Honey. Can I barrow your gun and a silencer please." Chuck asked holding out his hands. When Sarah reached into her purse and handed him the two items he requested Casey shot out of his seat.
"What's going on here. Walker are you crazy. Chuck be very careful with that!" Casey said as he advanced on Chuck with his hands out, but he was stopped by Sarah.
"Hold on Casey you need to see this. I saw it and I still don't believe it." She said.
"It's okay big guy I got this." he said before dropping the mag and clearing the chamber like an old pro. Casey was so stunned that he sat down on the other side of Sarah. "Now you know me Casey. What's the chances of me hitting Sodom over there from where I'm sitting?" Chuck asked as he screwed the silencer onto the front of the gun.
"Not a chance in hell." he said in mild shock. Not only was Chuck not shooting himself, he was handling the gun with the proper safety and care.
"And you would be right, but tell me Casey how did you become such a good shot?" Chuck asked as he checked the sights on the gun.
"I practiced, Chuck. Is that what this is? Did you practice shooting?" Casey asked.
"Nope this is the first time I've ever really handled a real gun before." Chuck said before he slammed the mag back into the gun and chambered a round. "I have to say that even though I don't really like guns I have always liked that sound." He said with a small smile. Spinning around in his seat he put a bullet right in between Sodom's eye's before tossing the gun into the air, standing up, catching the gun, and repeating his first shot left handed. He then clicked the safety back on and handed the gun back to Sarah. "Honey I'm no expert but I think your sights are off a little to the left." he said before retaking his seat.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Casey asked staring at Chuck in shock.
"Shooting is a skill you learn, the intersect stores memories. So I downloaded the skill into the Intersect in my head." Chuck said with a shrug.
"What?" Casey asked looking more confused then before.
"He figured out how to download skills into his brain. He shoots just like you can, he throws knives like I can. He has basic hand to hand combat skills, and he speaks three languages. Spanish, French, and Japanese." She said looking at Casey.
"Okay." Casey said with a scary smirk.
"Okay? That's all you're going to say is okay?" She asked him like he was crazy.
"What do you want me to say? I told you he had that look on his face didn't I? Say what you want about him but if he's got a plan then we come out on top." Casey said.
"And boy do I have a plan. It's dangerous, risky, and treasonous. And that's just Casey's part of the plan. Sarah's part is even more dangerous, risky, and very treasonous. But I have the biggest part to play. My part is scary, dangerous, hugely risky, and so treasonous that I'm not even sure I can do it. But if we pull this off it's going to earn us so much clout that we can pretty much do what ever the hell we want. Go anywhere, do anything, with an unlimited line of credit, and a pick of the best agents in the world to recruit to the team. Casey what's the biggest threat to this country?" Chuck asked with a huge smirk.
"Fulcrum?" Casey half asked, half declared.
"I plan to take down a good portion of those ass hats before this is all over, no who's next on the list?" Chuck asked.
"Volkoff Industries. They supply weapons to most of the worlds terrorist groups." Casey said.
"Okay that's who we'll go after once we round up the rest of the riffraff left behind of Fulcrum. What do you need to take them down Casey? Agents? Pick any ten agents in the world. You need guns? We'll be so heavily armed we wont be able to move. You want a tank? Consider it yours. You were a team leader before Casey, how much red tape did you have to wade through just to go on missions you were assigned to? What if you could pick were we go next? Iran? North Korea? Columbia? You once told me it was every agents dream to be deep cover, and fighting the good fight. What if I can get you anywhere in the world? Casey, how would you like to walk into a cave in Afghanistan and walk out with Osama?" Chuck asked with such conviction that he was making Sarah hot again. If he didn't know better he would think Casey was a little hot right now too.
"What do I have to do?" Was all Casey asked.
"Well you don't have to do much. Like I said, you just have to play for our team while you convince General Beckman that you still work for her. No, I'm going to do most the heavy lifting this time." Chuck said with a sad smile.
"Chuck what am I going to do?" Sarah asked.
"You are going to use your contacts on the secret service to get a meeting with the President. Then your going to convince him that funding and supplying this dream team is in his best interest." Chuck said with a shrug.
"Chuck, what are you going to do?" She asked him. When he smiled that sad smile she knew she was not going to like his answer.
"Well, Sarah, I'm going to join Fulcrum, steal there Intersect, become a supper spy, then take out the whole operation from the top down." Chuck said.
"How the hell are you going to do that Bartowski?" Casey asked.
"I'm not, agent Charles Carmichael is going to." He said with a laugh. "Have either of you read my file? It reads like yours Sarah. If you take away everything you know about me. Put Chuck out of your mind for a second. Put the girly screams, and the awkward nerd moments out of your head. Think about what the file says. Agent Charles Carmichael has, since he was activated last year, taken down an arms dealer, an assassin, and numerous Fulcrum agents. He has flipped China's top spy. He flew a helicopter. Disabled two bombs. And he works with two of the worlds best spies. Agent Carmichael is a super spy. Now we all know what really happened on those missions, but Fulcrum doesn't. To them I'm just like you two. Now if I was to say on tape that I'm tired of the CIA. Then run from here and get caught by Casey. Taken to an underground bunker, and meet a Fulcrum agent. What would they give me? What if I have a degree in computer engineering? What if I said I could fix they're Intersect? How fast do you think I could get a meeting with Fulcrum Command? Then I'm going to sell out Bryce Larkin. I'm going to tell them he's in Rome. But I'm going to wait two weeks at the earliest to do that. He'll be out of there by then. But it will cement my cover. Then I'm going to use their Intersect to upload every skill I can think of. After that I'll sabotage it, and get out of there. Think about it. What kind of damage could I do with the Intersect? I could flash on names, accounts, files, and locations. We will know everything! Then we can just round them up. By the time I'm gone I hope you guys can gather a force to run down the information. Once we hit them on the west coast, we can use the things we learn form interrogations to move in on the east coast. After that we will have so much power we can have everything we want. We'll have the presidents ear." Chuck said with a laugh.
Casey looked at Chuck for a minute before he smiled. "If you told me this last week I would have laughed it off. But I'll make you a deal. If after I test your skills. And I find you're up to this, than I'm all in with you. I'm damn proud of you Chuck. You had a plan, you took the initiative, and you acquired the skills needed to pull it off." Casey said with a nod.
"Sarah. You've been very quite. Do you have anything to add, or say?" Chuck asked.
"All I can say is wow. I'm with Casey on this one. I just want you to know that I'm going to be testing you very hard. I will not let you do this if I think you're not up to it. This is not a mission like your used to Chuck. We will not be there to back you up. You will be on your own, behind enemy lines, and asked to do things you will not feel comfortable doing. I want you to go over all of my mission files. I want you to re-flash on them. Casey. Give him your code number. I want you to flash on his file too. We have a combined thirty pulse years in the field. I want you to study them." She said looking him in the eyes.
"I will. I will come back to you, Sarah. I will. But we need this. We need this win to cement our future." Chuck words had a core of steal and Sarah once again looked at him in a new light.