THE BAD INTERSECT:

Over the next seven days the team prepared for the mission. The first day Sarah and Casey put him through a vigorous sparing match to test his hand to hand skills. He ended up doing very good but Casey did have a point.

"The problem is you have all this skill but almost no muscle mass. You can throw punches all day but if we don't build you up a bit you have almost no power behind them. It doesn't mater if you can punch someone if you cant put them down." Chuck could see the logic behind that and later asked the Captain for some exercises he could do with out work out gear that would bulk him up.

The next day Casey took him to the range and had him fire a huge range of guns. From Glocks and Sigs to M4s and Aks. With each of them he hit the target with an accuracy that freaked them both out. At the end of the day Casey laid out all of the hand guns he brought with him on the table. "This is an important moment in every spy's training Chuck. It's a Rite of passage. I hold very few rituals sacred Chuck, but this is one of then. All of these guns are clean. They have never been out in the field before. They have yet to spill a drop of blood. I want you to look them all over. Take them back to the range if you want, hold them whatever you want, but when we walk out of here you will have a gun. And it will taste blood. This is a rite of passage that we all go through. NSA, CIA, MI-6, everyone." Casey said with a gravity that reminded Chuck of church. He knew that this was serious.

"Can I ask you a few questions?" Chuck asked in the same tone of voice.

"Yes." Was all Casey said but Chuck saw the approval on his face. Chuck knew it was because he was treating this whole thing with the same level of respect Casey had.

"Is this going to be my gun for life. Can I change later?" Chuck asked.

"It depends on the agent. I have over the years but that had a lot to do with practicality. I used to carry a Browning high power. But they're getting a little hard to come by these days so I changed. You see as agents, we constantly lose our guns, or we leave them in foreign counties, or some bad guy takes them. So the gun you pick today is not the gun your going to use for the rest of your life. It's more of a symbol. This is your gun. You may have noticed Walker uses a nickel plated Smith and Wesson. And I use the Sig 229 elite. That is my gun just like the gun you pick today is your gun. We'll stock ten of them in castle. Along with a few at the Buy More and a few around your house. A good agent is never more then thirty feet form their gun." Casey said.

"Casey the gun I pick today. Do I ever have to use it?" Chuck asked as he ran his hands over the guns on the table.

"What do you mean Chuck?" Casey asked in a tone that told Chuck he was close to saying something that would tarnish the ritual.

"What I mean is do I have to take this gun on a mission or can I frame it or something? It seams to me that this weapon should be treated with a little bit more respect then to be taken on a mission and left in some third world country. If this gun is a symbol then it should be treated as such. If there is going to be ten copies in castle then I can take this gun and put it away. Put it somewhere safe." Chuck said as he picked up a berretta px4 and ran his thumb over the slide.

"Thank god that's what you meant. I thought you were saying you didn't plan on using a gun all together." Casey said.

"No, I've been in this business long enough to know that we deal with some very bad people. People that shoot at you. If I want to live in this world then I have to learn to shoot back. No I've made my peace with the fact that I'm going to have to shoot someone at some point. I know that I'm not looking forward to it. Nor am I looking forward to how Sarah will react to it. But I've made my peace with it. It's not like I'm going out and shooting innocents. These people are evil, scumbags. That's not to say I wont puke my guts up the first time I do it." Chuck said with a small smile and he was surprised to see it returned by Casey.

"I know what you mean. The first time is always the hardest. I know I tossed my cookies the first time I did it." Casey said with a sad smile. Was he sad for himself, or for Chuck? Chuck would never know because he knew that was one question that would not be welcomed here. "To go back to your previous question. Again everyone is different. I know some people take their first piece on their first mission with them. Sort of like a second rite of passage. Other people keep their first gun locked away and get buried with it. Everyone is different." Casey said.

Chuck put the colt .45 commander he was looking at down and picked up a USP compact. "Do you mind if I ask what you did with your first gun?" Chuck asked as he dropped the mag from the USP and racked the action a few times before he set it back down.

"No, it's okay to ask. I still have mine. Sure I've taken it out on missions before but I always bring it back. I used it to shoot your buddy Bryce Larkin as a matter of fact." Casey said with a small ironic laugh.

But Chuck didn't laugh. He knew that moment belonged to Casey. It was his and not Chuck's. It was not a part of this rite. It was just an old spy telling war stories. Nothing more, noting less. But it did get him thinking about what kind of war stories he would tell one day. Would he be standing on the other side this table one day? Would he be looking at a young agent as he stared overwhelmed at a table full of guns? Would he tell him about the first time he killed someone? Would he laugh about shooting someone. Would the young agent understand that he was not supposed to laugh with his mentor?

That's when he saw it. Sig 229. Black frame and chrome slide. Chuck picked it up and saw the look of pride on Casey's face. He ejected the mag and racked the slide. It was crisp. Solid. It was a lot like Casey in that way. He walked over to the rang and methodically inserted fifteen rounds into the mag and slammed it home. Even fully loaded the gun was still light in his hands. The grip fit good in his long skinny fingers. Chuck chambered a round and looked down the sights. There was a paper target down range that he didn't remember pitting there. Then he remember Casey putting it there before he laid out the guns. Another job for the mentor. Because he was so occupied with the guns he forgot to set up a target. Did he know it would happen that way? Chuck was sure Casey did. Did Casey forget to set up a target during his rite of passage? Did his mentor do this for him? Chuck took aim but the target was to blurry. Why was it blurry? A tear escaped form his eye, and Chuck had to put the gun down.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay son. Just breath. It happens sometimes. It happened to me too. It just means you understand the meaning behind this. It's not about the gun. It's about the person who taught to how to use it. I didn't think it would happen today because I didn't teach you. You taught yourself. But I want you to know how proud of you I am right now son. So damn proud. When we first started this team I didn't think you would last a week in the field. But you proved me wrong. Then I didn't think you would last a year with out cracking under the pressure, and again you proved me wrong. But there was one thing I knew, we were never going to be standing here. And Son you proved me wrong again. Some people chose this life, like me. Some people get chosen for this life, like Walker. But I have never seen a man be thrown into this life. Then not only thrive in it but make the choice too." Chuck heard the heaviness in Casey's voice but he did not turn around. He knew this was another part of the rite. This was the mentor laying it out for the rooky. That's when he knew it was okay to let the tears out. Because it was all a part of the rite.

"Casey. I would… be honored to carry this gun. As a symbol of the agent I want to be. And of the man who not only taught me how to use it over the past year and half. He taught me respect for this life. For the sacrifices it requires, and deduction it takes. I am proud to carry it. Very proud." Chuck said in a voice thick by tears.

"Do you respect the fact that you hold the power to take a life in your hands?" Casey asked.

"I do." the words came out of his mouth with out even thinking about them.

"Do you swear to never use that power to take an innocent life?" Casey asked

"I do."

"Do understand that if you take an innocent life you will die by that power?" Casey asked with a hard edge to his voice.

"I do."

"Do you understand the need to train young agents about the power they will one day weald?" Casey asked.

"I do."

"Do you swear to continue this ritual. This rite of passage?" Casey asked with a smile on voice.

"I do." And Chuck did. He knew that Casey did too. He understood the smile on his voice. He himself had already been thinking about the day he would be standing on the other side of the table.

"Do you understand the meaning of the ritual, and of spilling your own blood on this weapon?" Casey asked. "It's okay if you don't understand. You can tell me." Casey added.

"I do understand the ritual, but do I bleed on the weapon to show that I am prepared to spill my own blood in service?" Chuck asked.

"Partially. It has to do with the power to take an innocent life. We spill our blood, the blood of an innocent, on the weapon as a symbol of the last innocent blood this weapon will ever see. May your blood be the only innocent blood this weapon ever touches. Do you understand?" Casey asked as he held out a small knife to Chuck.

Chuck took the knife and pricked a small hole in the pad of his thumb and ran it over the slide of his new gun. "I do." Chuck said holding out his gun for Casey to see.

"Very good Son. Very good. Now safety that weapon and put it away. We have to clean up the range before Walker gets here and shares some of her lady feelings." Casey said placing both of his hands on Chuck's shoulders before taking them away.

Chuck spent the next hour wiping down the huge table of guns and putting them away. As they were finishing up Sarah came into the range. She walked up to Casey and held out her hand. Casey took it and shook it with out a word. She then approached Chuck. "So what did you pick?" She asked with a sad smile.

Chuck pulled his gun from his waist band at his back. And ejected the mag and racked the slide before handing it to her. "Sig 229. Black frame, and chrome slide." He said without taking his eyes off the gun. She ran her fingers over the slide touching the blood stain before handing it back to him.

"A good choice. I'm proud of you Chuck, you picked Casey's gun. You understand the point of the rite. I remember every one of them. But nothing is as powerful as your own. I still remember my own. It was at Langley. My instructor was this old agent named Raymond. He taught me how to hold my first gun. I remember crying so hard I could barley say the words. A lot of people talk about graduating from the Farm, but in my opinion after the rite you are an agent. Was it powerful for you Chuck?" She asked with an encouraging smile.

"Yes, very. I never really knew how much I looked up to Casey until I picked up that gun. It just clicked into place for me at that moment. I tried to shot it down range and I couldn't see through the tears in my eyes. I just want you to know I tried your gun but didn't feel right for me. I want you to know I in no way ment to pick Casey's gun over your's." Chuck said.

"Chuck. I know. It's okay. I understand. I know it has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with the fact that Casey is a positive male figure in your life. Of the two of use you can't go wrong. We are both highly decorated agents, and Casey is the best partner I've ever had. There is one thing about Casey that I want you to absolutely mold your self on. And that's reliability. I have never worked with someone that said they were going to be there to back you up and always turned up where you needed him. That reliability is something I can depend on and I want you to be an agent with that kind of reliability." she said as she pulled him into a hug.

"Sarah, how do you keep your gun form falling down your pants?" Chuch asked.

"Did you drop your gun Chuck?" she asked with a smirk.

"No I have not! I would never drop my gun!" Chuck said with a lot of indignation. Most of it fake, but he was struck by the fact that some of it was not fake. He would never disrespect his gun by dropping it. "I just don't want to drop it and I can feel it moving around back there." Chuck said.

Sarah instantly knew she messed up. The rite had been very emotional for him, it was not a good idea to mess with that. "Do you want to carry it in your back like I do, or do you want to carry up front like Casey?" she asked him as she adjusted his belt.

"In the back I think. I am way to accident prone to have it anywhere near my junk." Chuck said.

"Well rule number one for carrying at the back. Always ware a long shirt. Second constantly readjust. I check my gun about twenty times a day. You don't have to pull it out. Just touch it to fix the placement. And lastly if you have a pair of slacks that are really too big for you, or something flimsy like jogging pants all you have to do is sew in a little loop the size of your gun slide in your pants and it will keep it from falling in." she said as she copped a feel of his butt as she put his gun away.

Two days later Chuck and Sarah spent most of the day meeting seedy contacts in back allies. They also hopped a flight to Phoenix Arizona to go to a bank. Well Sarah went into the bank and Chuck stayed outside. She came back a few minutes later with a duffle bag full of money. "Sarah, I know we need money, but I don't think it's right to use your money. It's not right that you're footing the bill for this." Chuck said looking out the window of the plane on the way back home.

"Chuck, you know how much I make. You know how many missions I've been on. You also know I don't have a home. I live out of hotel rooms paid for by the CIA. Do you even know how much I have sitting in banks just like that one. Chuck you said it yourself. We are going be married soon. What's mine is yours and what's your is mine." she said softly.

"Yeah, but what do I really have to give you? I'm broke. I live with my sister. I drive a Nerd Herder. I'm not cool. I'm not a badass. I'm nobody." He said without looking at her.

"Hey! You don't get to say things like that about the man I love!" She said as she grabed his shoulder and spun him around in his seat. She took hold of his head and kissed him so hard he almost blacked out. "You don't say that ever. You give me something way more important then money, or a car or any of those stupid things you mentioned. Chuck you give me a home. Not a physical place, but an emotional place. A place I can be just Sarah. Not agent Walker. Chuck you have no idea how much that means to me. I would empty all of my accounts for that. I love you Chuck. And I know you love me. Is it really that big of a deal that I have some money saved up?" She asked as she buried her head into his chest and hugged him close.

"I guess, its just that I know your marrying down, and I know that I don't have much if anything to give you." Chuck said softy.

"I know that's what you think, but it's so not true." She said with a sigh as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Yeah, but lets face it. No one thinks we're together. Look around people look shocked that a woman like you would even be looking at a guy like me, let alone sitting like we are. The only scenario they can come up with is, I'm rich. I have to be to be sitting with a woman that looks like you. And the sad fact that you're rich too. I don't know? I feel stupid about it but I just…?" Chuck didn't know what to say.

"I think I understand. You don't get it do you?" she asked with a smirk.

"Get what?" he asked.

"I have watched the video feed of the nerd herd desk. I've seen the women come in every day and flirt with you. And you flirt right back. And the thing you don't understand is that you're cute. Your charming and cute and funny. You're a lot like I was a long time ago. I didn't always look like this. You saw what I looked like in high school. I was a mess. At least you're cute. With a hair cut, some new clothes and with a little training you could be just like me. But You're not, you're my Chuck." She said softly.

"What did you say?" Chuck said as he sat up fast in his seat.

"You're my Chuck?" She asked confused.

"No, before that. You said with a hair cut, new clothes, and some training I could be you. Sarah you're a genius!" he said as he pulled out a small note book and started writing things down.

"Chuck, what are you talking about?" She asked trying to look over his shoulder to see what he was writing.

"I've been going at this all wrong. All wrong. I don't need to be John Casey, I need to be Sarah Walker. I am looking at this from the wrong way. Crap! Crap!. I should have thought of this." He mumbled with out looking away from what he was writing down.

"Chuck, you're starting to scar me now. What are you talking about?" She asked pulling his face around to look at her.

"I want you to be dead honest with me Sarah." Chuck said spinning in his seat to look her in the eye.

"Okay Chuck." She said.

"How much training would it take to make me your equal?" Chuck asked.

"What are you talking about Chuck?" She asked.

"You said a hair cut, new clothes, and some training I could be you. How much training. How much training would it take to make me your equal. Okay so not your equal. But what about say Bryce. How much work would it take to make me as charming, and debonair as him. How much time?" He asked with a far away look in his eyes.

"I don't know? It took me two months to learn all the seduction tricks I know, and another month to learn how to dress. Why Chuck? Why do you want to know?" She asked confused.

"I've been going at this the wrong way. Sarah what's the first thing they are going to try to do to get me back to work? Casey said they would assign me a new handler. What do you think her mission is going to be? Sarah. What if I could get a Fulcrum handler? You said I'm charming, but do you think I could do what you do? String her along until she helps me get to Fulcrum. What if I could flip her? It would give me an inside man. Back up if things went bad." He said still looking deep in thought.

"I don't know Chuck? Could you do that? I mean. Your cute, and sweet. You're a good person Chuck. Could you string a woman along? Use her like that? Remember what I told you about doing things that you felt uncomfortable? This would be more then that. Could you do that? I don't know? I can make you look like an agent. I can make you look the part very easy. But I don't think you can Seduce a trained agent. I'm sorry Chuck." She said with a sad smile.

"It's okay. I understand Sarah. It was just a thought." He said before looping his arm around her back and pulling her into him, his smile shifted and he sat up taller in his seat. "I know I'm not good at this stuff. But I just wanted to find a way to get out of this alive. I want to get back to you. I want to make this work so we can be together." he said softly as he kissed her. They were soft kisses. Just barley a brush of his lips on her cheek and neck. "I love you Sarah. I want to be with you. I want to worship you. I didn't want to go to your hotel room the other day because two hours is not enough time. It's not even close. I plan on spending at lest an hour kissing every inch of your amazing body. Then I'm going to worship you with my tongue until you can't take it any more. You told me you had a year of pent up sexual frustration. I plan on making it up to you. I think I owe you at lest 100." Chuck wisped in a tone he knew worked her up.

"100?" She asked in a flushed whisper.

"Two for every night we should have been together since that night we wish we could take back. At lest two. And it's something I can start working on as soon as you want. It would be my absolute pleasure to worship you Sarah. In fact why don't I start right now?" He whispered as before he ran the tip of his tongue up her neck and placed a kiss on her jaw line under her ear.

Sarah moaned with need before standing up and pulling Chuck with her. "Bathroom now!" she growled.

"Okay." Chuck said smirking. Taking her hand, he lead her to the bathroom. Once they were in, and the door locked Chuck grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard. He let his other hand slide up her shirt and under her bra. She moaned into his mouth when his hand made contact with her left breast. He pushed her into the sink and lifted her up to sit on the counter. He pulled away from her and she made a sad little moan with the back of her throat. "Lift your arms." Chuck commanded and she felt a heat run through her body. He pulled her shirt over her head and put it on the coat hook. He then went back to kissing her. He trailed his hands down her neck and unhooked her bra. He slowly slipped it off her shoulder as he kissed down her neck and over her collarbone. He kept moving down her chest until he got to the valley between her breasts. He looked up into her eyes before he took her right nipple between his lips and sucked hard as he brushed the little nub with his rough tongue.

"Oh Chuck!" She moaned out grabbing two fistfuls of his hair and shoving his face closer to her chest.

But Chuck pulled back and crossed to her left nipple. As he sucked he grazed it with he teeth and she shuddered, he ran his right hand up her bare leg and up her skirt stopping just before he reached her panties. He brushed his hand over her thigh a few times. "Chuck please, I need you." she said letting go of his head to reach for his belt. but he stopped her hand.

"No." he said before dropping to he knees and lifting her skirt. "This is not about me. I owe you so much. I want to pay off me debt, and I want to taste you Sarah. I have for the longest time." he said between planting kisses up her right leg. "I bet you taste sweet." he said smirking as he lifted her skirt. "I want to find out." he said as he scooped his right hand under her ass and lifted her off the counter as he pulled her black panties down with his left. He looked down and his smile became wolfish. "I've thought about this day for a long time now. I want to know what you look like when you cum Sarah." he said before running his tongue up her thigh and over her sex. She let out a gasp and clinched her abs. she reached out and took his hair in her hands again and pushed his head lower. He ran his tongue over her lips and parted them with his nose. She had to stuff her hand in her mouth to stop the scream from escaping. He found her pink pearl and kissed it softly before running his tongue over it. She shook and locked her thighs around his head. He ran his tongue over her clit two more times before grazing it with his teeth. That sent her over the edge. Even with her hand covering her mouth the scream still came out a little bit. As she was coming down Chuck took her clit between his lips and sucked as hard as he could and put her over the edge again. This time her whole body jerked causing her thighs to flex. He counted to ten before inserting a finger and sucked again. This time she came so hard she blacked out for a split second. "Chuck, please. I need you inside me now!" she moaned.

"No. I refuse to let our first time be in this bathroom." he said as he kissed the inside of her thigh. "You taste better then I dreamed. I can stay down her all day." He said.

"No more. Please. I'm too sensitive." She sobbed out as she pushed his head away.

"But I want to do it again. You look so hot when you cum." he said with a wolfish smile. Before his starting planting kisses on her inside thighs. "Please let me make you cum again?" he asked in a deep primal whisper. That made her sex quiver.

"God. No. I can't." she said shaking.

"But I want to taste you again." he growled. Before he blew on her red raw sex, causing her body to shiver. He bit the inside of her thigh and rubbed his thumb over her pearl making her gasp. "Please?" he asked before he fluttered his tongue over her pearl setting her off again. This time she did black out. When she came to Chuck was pulling her shirt over her head. When he saw her eyes open he leaned in and whispered. "96 left. I hope you let me pay off some more of my debt very soon." before he kissed her neck.

"OH MY GOD! Where did you learn to do that?" She panted as she let him help her stand up. Her legs felt like Jello. Her abs were still clinched and her sex was still throbbing. "I never came so hard in my life." She said with a note of awe in her voice.

"When your not cool, or good looking like me, you have to try harder to find a girl, and then you have to work hard to keep her. I did a lot of research. Books, magazines, the internet?" He said with a shrug as he helped her straighten out her clothes.

"Jill left you for Bryce and you could do all of that?" She asked him in shock.

"I guess?" He said with an embarrassed shrug Carmichael gave him the thumbs up and Chuck smiled.

"What the hell was she thinking? In fact I may never let you out of the bedroom from now on." She said in awe.

"I can do a lot more then that. I've studied very hard. I like being a good lover. I'm sorry if I got a little out of control back there. It's been a while since I practiced. I'm a bit rusty. I promise to do better next time." Chuck said as the blush crept up his neck.

"Chuck if you do any better I might die. I've never blacked out like that. It was incredible." she said as he helped her to her seat.

"I know so much more then that. What I did in there was nothing. If I had more time I could have made it last longer, but this is the first time I did that on an airplane and I was scared someone was going to hear us, or walk in. I can do better." He said with a shy smile.

"Marry me now! I want that every night." She said panting. He knew more? What kind of sex God was he. She couldn't wait to see what he was like in bed for real. Wow it was going to be good. He was better then any agent she had ever been with. He was even better then Carina. And she was sure no one was as good as her, but God was she wrong. Chuck was the best lover she had ever been with and they still hadn't even had sex yet.

"Okay. But did I make my point? Did I prove to you that I could seduce the Fulcrum agent?" He asked. Then it hit her. She didn't know how to feel at that moment. He had worked her over like some mark and she didn't even know it. She was mad. No she was furious. No way in hell did Chuck, sweet, innocent, Chuck work her over like a mark. Her professional pride refused to admit it.

"You just worked me like a mark?" She asked in a deadly cold tone.

"Yes and no. I really wanted to do that. I have for a long time now. But yes I did work you I guess. I guess the question is: is what I just did, getting you hot and then get you off, really count as working you over? I mean the only thing I got out of the deal was to confirm two things. One, you look absolutely breath taking when cum. And two, I think I'm addicted to the taste of you." He whispered in her ear.

Sarah shivered. Where was this coming form? Was he hiding this all along? Then she saw it. He was nervous. He was twitching, and fiddling with his hands. She knew what was going on. Chuck was embarrassed by his sexual side. He was good at it, but unlike other guys he didn't like to brag. He was still her Chuck, but this was a side he kept quit about. She bet he was doing all this to prove his point. She had to admit. Even if the confidence was fake. It was still very sexy. He could do it to her. But he knew her. He knew she liked it when he was confident. Could he seduce a random woman? Did she really want to know? She looked at his cute, shy smile and decided she did want to see if he had what it took. "Okay Chuck, seducing me is one thing. We both know I want you, but can you seduce a random girl?" she asked.

"I don't know? Until I meet you I was moping over Jill, and the two relationships I've had since were all initiated by them." Chuck said with a shrug.

"Okay. Lets see what you got." she said as she spun around in her seat to look at the other people on the plane. "You see that woman five rows back?" she asked pointing out a stunning redhead in her mid forties reading a small paper back book. "I want you to get her number." she said with a smirk.

"Okay?" Chuck said as he stood up and re-tucked his shirt in. He pulled his tie up and slipped his suit jacket on. He also let Carmichael out. Getting Sarah hot was one thing. Walking up to a random woman was another thing all together, He walked up the isle. As he approached her he looked at the book in her hands. It looked like one of those crappy vampire novels. So she was a sucker for romance. She was drinking red wine. So she was relaxed. That's when he saw it. She was wearing an Eiffel tower pin. With a confident smile Chuck walked past her and bumped her arm. "Oh, I'm sorry I bump into you. They make these planes so small don't they? Hi I'm Charles Carmichael. " he said with his most charming smile as he held out his hand.

"Yes they do. Vivian Redfield." she said as she took his hand.

"That's a very beautiful name, to match the very beautiful woman. I like your pin Vivian. Have you been to the Eiffel tower before?" he asked.

"No but it's always been a dream of mine." she said with a shy smile.

"Mine too, there's just something so romantic about Paris. It's like the city was made for falling in love. I always dreamed of falling in love in a little outdoor café in Paris. Under the rose colored lights we would catch each others eye as we sipped our red wine. It would be love at first sight. I even learned French, just in case that's all she spoke. One day I'll go. But then again love at first sight can happen anywhere. Tell me Vivian, are you single?" he asked with a charming smile, still holding her hand.

"Yes, I am." she said with a blush.

"Tell me Vivian, do you believe in love at first sight?" he asked softly.

"Yes." she said breathily.

"I was never total sure I believed in it, until now. Are you going to be in Burbank for awhile?" He asked.

"Sadly no. I'm only going to be there for the night. I fly out the next morning." She said with a sad look on her face.

"Two ships passing in the night. Destined for different ports. I hope you find romance someday Vivian." Chuck said in French, and Vivian blushed. Chuck turned around and took two steps before she called out his name when he turned around she was holding out a business card.

"If you ever want some company in that café under the rose colored lights give me a call." She said in French.

"Until next time." Chuck said before walking back to his seat, and handing the card to a misty eyed Sarah. "Did I pass?" He asked.

"Yes. You did. Was any of that true?" she asked with a sad smile.

"Some of it. How did you know?" he asked.

"Your shirt pocket." she said and Chuck pulled out a bug. "Okay lets start your after action report. How did you know any of that would work?" she asked.

"I saw the book and the wine, so I knew she was looking for romance. Then I saw the pin and I knew my in was Paris." Chuck said with a shrug.

"How do you feel? Any remorse? Any excitement?" she asked.

"A little remorse I think. I know agents aren't supposed to feel that way, but she wasn't really a mark. She was just a lonely woman looking for romance. I think I would feel differently if it was a mark." Chuck said.

"Good. I was afraid for a second that you were replaced by a pod person. You did good Chuck but I see some areas that can use improvements. Lets start with your approach." she said. They spent the rest of the flight talking about seduction.

The next day Chuck walked out of his room not dressed for work. Ellie was sitting by the table and noticed.

"Chuck are you taking the day off work?" she asked.

"Yeah actually I'm taking a trip with Sarah up the coast to Napa Valley. I'm taking your advice sis. We're going to see if we can work through the complications in our relationship." He said with a shrug.

"Chuck, that's great!" she said as she jumped up and hugged him.

"I have to tell you something Ellie. I might come back engaged. I know she's the one for me and I want to spend the rest of my life with her." Chuck said with a soft smile.

"OH MY GOD! Chuck that's wonderful. I'm so proud of you Sweetie. You picked a winner. I'm so happy." she said holding him close.

"One more thing before I forget. This is for you and Devon. It's from me and Sarah." he said handing her a big gift wrapped box. "Open it at the hospital when you're both together like at lunch time." he said. He hugged her again. "I love you sis. So much. I'm going to miss you." he said.

"It's just for a few days. And when you get back we'll throw a big party." she said pulling back from him. She looked him over before she adjusted his shirt collar. "Aces, Charles, Your Aces." She said with a teary smile. "Your all grown up now. A big boy. I wish mom and dad were here. To see you. To see us." she said wiping her face.

"So do I El, so do I. I'll see you as soon as I can. I love you." he said before he picked up a small duffle bag. And walked outside. Casey was there.

"Did you leave the watch and the cell phone?" he asked.

"Yes. I left them under my bed." Chuck said.

"Good, do you have your gun?" he asked.

"Yes. But I was wondering if you could hold this for me." Chuck said pulling out his first gun from his bag and handing it over to Casey. "I know you'll keep it safe for me. I didn't want to leave it in the house incase the NSA tossed the place and took it." He said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it safe." Casey said.

"I'll see you in a week John. Until then. Good luck." Chuck said shaking Casey's hand, again like last time Casey pulled him in to a hug.

"Remember. If at any time this thing goes south. Call my number and I will be there with a full assault team. And take care of Walker." Casey said before he pushed Chuck towards the gate.

"I love you too big guy." Chuck said without looking back. He walked outside the gate to see Sarah waiting for him standing next to a 1970 black mustang Boss 429. she tossed him the keys. "Marry Christmas." she said and Chuck's smile almost split his face.

At lunch Ellie pulled Devon away into his empty office. "What's up babe? You look super excited." he asked as he sat down in his chair.

"Chuck and Sarah are headed up to Napa to work out there issues and get engaged!" she said super excited.

"That's Awesome babe! Good for them! What's in the big box?" He asked pointing at the gift.

"Chuck gave it to me, he said it was from him and Sarah." she said as she pulled the ribbon off and opened the top. Inside was a pile of clothes and a DVD that said play me in private first! So she handed it to Devon and he popped it in to his computer. When the video started it was of Chuck sitting on a green arm chair. "Ellie and Devon. If you are seeing this it means I've left for the mission and I need you to listen to everything I say and follow my instructions to the letter. El, for the past year and a half I've been working with Sarah and Casey on a joint CIA NSA taskforce. El I'm a spy. So are John and Sarah. I know you think this is a joke, but I'm being dead serious. The reason I'm telling you this now is because I'm going undercover to infiltrate a group named Fulcrum. I may not make it out of this alive. The mission I'm going on is not just dangerous for us, but it could be dangerous for you two as well. That's why I need you to do something for me. I need you two to take a vacation. I need you to leave as soon as this video ends and not come back until you get a phone call. Inside the box you will find these items: two sets of clothing one for each of you, two, ten thousand dollar bricks of money, two new sets of id's, two plane tickets to the Cayman islands, and a cell phone. I want you to put on the clothes, and take the rest of the stuff in the box with you, leave everything else behind. I want you to get into a cab and go straight to the airport. Your flight leaves at six. That should give you enough time to check in and board. When you get there we booked you into a resort. The brochure is in the box. I want you to take this DVD and smash it. Then take the broken pieces and toss then in two separate trash cans.

Hopefully the mission wont take too long. Use this time as sort of a pre-wedding honeymoon. Have fun. Soak up the sun. Devon I want you to keep her safe. If you run into trouble I want you to hit speed dial one on the cell phone. That will get you in touch with Casey, but I'm asking you to not use the phone unless you think it's a life or death situation. When the mission is over Casey will call you. On that phone. You are to turn it on every day at 6 PM for five minutes. If you don't get a call, shut it off again. The battery should last a long time but if it dose run out buy a replacement battery. The phone is a popular track phone model they sell it at most convenience stores." Chuck paused and looked off camera for a moment. When he looked back at the camera he had a sad little smile on his face. "Ellie. I love you. I will see you when this mission is over. But if I don't make it I want you to know how much you mean to me. Growing up you were my sister, my mother, and my father. Without you I would be nothing. I love you El. More then life it self. That's why I need you to do this for me. I can't concentrate on this mission unless I know you two are safe and being distracted is what get's you killed in my line of work. I know I just laid a huge guilt trip on you but it's the truth. I'll see you later Awesome, and Ellie. This message will self destruct in five seconds. 5...4...3...Just kidding! I always wanted to say that!" he then made a cut hand gesture and the screen went dead as he laughed.

"Babe what are we going to do? Chuck's in trouble. We need to help him…" Devon said as he paced his small office.

"We are going to do nothing! Now strip. We have to change and catch a flight." Ellie said as she shucked her scrubs.

"What!? You're just going along with this?" He asked.

"Yes Devon! Now strip! You heard Chuck. If he knows we're safe he has a better chance of making it back to us." She said as she pulled on the pair of jeans and white dress shirt before pulling out a fitted gray blazer. "Sarah must have picked this stuff out because it's really nice and it fits." she said running her hands over the soft wool of the blazer. She pulled out the finishing touches. A pair of comfortable black heels and a nice black purse. When she turned around Devon had stripped to his boxers.

"Toss me the clothes babe?" he asked. She handed him the pair of jeans, a blue button up shirt, and black leather motorcycle jacket. When she handed him a pair of black low top chucks they both let out a sad laugh. "So Chuck picked these out." he said taking the leather wallet with his new id's. "So this says I'm Devon Smith from now on." He said holding up the new drivers license.

"And I'm OOOH! I'm Eleanor Smith! Were married!" She said with a big smile.

"Chuck did say to treat this like a honeymoon. How dose the Cayman Islands sound to you Mrs. Smith?" He asked holding out his hand.

"Perfect. Mr. Smith." She said as they took the DVD and the two bricks of cash and tossed them in her purse with the cell phone and the brochure before they left.

Later that afternoon Casey checked in with Beckman. "General we have a big problem. The asset and agent Walker are AWAL. His watch and phone were under his bed, and Agent Walkers phone was sitting in her car parked outside of her hotel." He said.

"What?! Do we have any leads?" Beckman asked

"Well Ma'am I went back over the video feeds and I found this conversation." He said before playing the recording from this morning between Chuck and his sister.

"So they are going to Napa. I want you in charge of finding then. Report to Castle and coordinate the NSA strike team! I want them found!" She said.

"We might have an even bigger problem. I kept going back over the tapes and found this conversation between Walker and the asset. This took place outside his apartment last night after one of there cover dates," he said before playing a recording of them standing by the fountain.

Chuck was standing by the fountain with his shoulders slumped and a sad look on his face. "What's wrong Chuck? You look down." She asked him while rubbing neck.

"I'm tired Sarah. Tired of working two jobs for minimum wage. Tired of putting my life on the line for a General that treats me like a object and not a human being. But I'm totally tired of pretending that I'm not in love with you when that's the only thing in my life worth anything to me anymore." He said with a look of rage on his face.

"Chuck there's nothing we can do. This is our job. You know that." She said trying to calm him down.

"So your okay with the fact that the CIA treats us like crap." He asked spinning around to face her.

"Us Chuck?" She asked with surprise.

"Sarah, if the general ordered you to go have sex with a terrorist scumbag you would have to right?" he asked.

"Chuck you know I have to follow orders, its what I do, it's what all agents do Chuck. It doesn't mean that I want to. In fact I hate that kind of assignment. But Chuck it's not like I can say no. I'm a spy Chuck, it's the only thing I know." she said with tears falling down her cheeks.

"But what if you could pick your own assignment? What if we could control our own missions. What if we could be together, for real. No covers, no repercussions just you and me?" He asked holding her close.

"What are you talking about Chuck?"

"I'm talking about joining Fulcrum." He said with a sad look on his face.

"Chuck that's treason! You can't do that! Why would you even think about it?" She yelled in shock.

"Because if I keep working for the CIA I'm going to end up dead and my sister wont even know why. Because I want to be treated with respect, and not like a piece of military hardware. But most of all I want to be with you Sarah, and you know this is the only way that we can be together. Sarah I love you and I know you love me too." He said as she folded into his arms before sharing a heated kiss.

"You know how much I love you. But there is another way. We could run Chuck! We can just run away and never look back. We can change our names and move to a place that's always sunny. We can sit on the beach all day and be free to make love all night." She said before pulling him in for another desperate kiss.

"Where would we go? You once told me that there was no where I could run that you couldn't find me." He asked.

"Yes but that was just you. This is us Chuck. We could do it." She said with a smile.

"Okay but I would still like to talk to someone in fulcrum. I think they could protect us." he said before they kissed one last time.

"Major I'm assigning you ten agents and a strike team. I'm putting sanctions on both Walker and Bartowski. I want them dead or alive!" She yelled.

"If I can make a suggestion?" He asked. "Put the sanction on Carmichael instead of Bartowski. That way we can keep his cover. I think this is all Walkers fault Ma'am. Let me capture him and give him a new handler. I think with the right motivation. He could be operational again. The work we did in the past year and a half, the results we got are too good just to shut this team down. I think once we separate the two, and appoint him a new girlfriend, one that has less qualms about keeping him happy we can get back to doing good work." Casey said.

"That just might work. Okay Major we will try it your way first. Find them. You are dismissed." she said before she killed the signal.

Casey pulled out a Ziploc bag full of cheap cell phones and grabbed the one labeled 1 and hit the speed dial 1. Sarah picked up after the second ring. "Are we on?" was all she asked.

Casey could hear the nervousness in her voice. "Yes, we're on. She bought it just like he said she would. I tell you, when that kid has a plan. Tell him he did good. The fake lead will keep the NSA busy for a few days." Casey said with pride.

"I think it's sweat how much you love him." She said with a smirk.

Casey grunted and hung up. He then tossed the phone in the trash before going into the bag and pulling out phone 2. He clipped it to his belt and pulled out a cigar.

Sarah was laughing in the car. "What's so funny?" Asked Chuck as they drove passed the welcome to Las Vegas sign.

"I was messing with Casey. He said he was proud of you, so I told him it was sweat how much he loves you." She said as she tossed the phone out the window.

"Can I assume by your giddiness that everything is going good?" He asked with a smile.

"Yes. The General bought the story of us running away together. Casey is staring the search in Napa. Good thinking by the way. With that fake lead Casey can keep them off our backs for a few days." She said hugging his arm.

"So we have a few days before he needs to come after us, what should we do?" Chuck asked with a wolfish smile.

"I don't know but seeing as we're in the party capital of the world why not stay a few days?" she asked with a sexy smile of her own.