GETTING COUGHT: Chuck and Sarah where dead asleep when she heard a ringing. Her head popped off the pillow and her body ached as she stood up and walked over to her purse. They had so much sex last night she lost count of how many times they did. She knew she got off twice as many times as they went at it last night and her abs felt like she just did PT in boot camp again. She picked up her purse and found the source of the ringing. It was a weak up to a call from Casey on the next burner phone. "Yeah." she mumbled out.
"Walker or is it Mrs. Carmichael now? You two got married last night. That was not part of the plan. But at least I know where to look for you. I'm on my way with twenty agents we're about two hours out. You have to say your goodbyes now. I want you out of Nevada by the time I get there Walker you here me?" He said.
"Yes John. And for the record when this is all over I want you to walk me down the isle when we get married under our real names." Sarah said.
"I will. Tell lover boy to get a move on too. He needs to start heading towards Texas." Casey said.
"Okay John. I'll talk to you later." She said before he hung up, snapped the flip phone in half, and tossed the pieces in the trash can by the bed.
Chuck's head popped up when Sarah got off the bed. "Leaving so soon Mrs. Carmichael?" He asked with a charming smile.
"I'm afraid so Mr. Carmichael. Casey is two hours out and I have to get going." She said as she gathered clothes from her bag.
"Well that sucks Mrs. Carmichael. But if you have to go I must insist on washing your back for you in the shower. It's the husbandly thing to do." Chuck said with a huge smile.
"Well if you insist I have to let you. I think I remember taking a vow along those lines last night." She said holding up her left hand an proudly showing of her small platinum wedding ring.
A half hour later Sarah was getting dressed as Chuck laid on the bed in a bath robe watching her. "You know I don't think I'm going to ever get over just how beautiful you really are. How the hell did I trick you in to loving me?" He asked with a small smile.
"It happened somewhere between free styling Vicky Vale and helping a little girl get over stage freight. I had every intention of walking into that Buy More and seducing you, but the second you smiled that honest big smile of yours I was put off my game. When you told that little girl that ballerinas are tall I knew that I was looking at the future father of my children. You disarmed me Chuck and I have never been so happy in my life. The truth is I look at you and I try to figure out how I tricked you in to loving me." She said with a teary smile.
Chuck flew out of bed and kneeled down next to her. "Hey if anyone is marrying down it's you not me. You're Sarah Walker for god sakes. You're a superwoman. You've taken down terrorists, and governments. You have goddess beauty and badass super secret spy skills. Don't you ever think for a minute that I don't know how lucky I am. I don't deserve you, no one dose, but I plan on spending the rest of my life trying to show you how much I love you. How much I worship the very ground you walk on."
"Carmichael" she choked out between watery laughs.
"What?" Chuck asked with a small smile as he wiped the tears off her cheek with his thumb.
"My name is Sarah Carmichael now. I have been for the past eight hours, and don't you sell yourself short either! I married a truly wonderful man. You are the kindest and sweetest man in the world. And the next few weeks apart are going to be truly unbearable. I agree with you that this plan is going to work and it's the best option for all of us, but spending time away from you now that I have you is going to be unbearable." She said as she allowed him to pull her down on the bed and hold her.
"I know. I think I could cut that time down a bit but I would have to do it now." Chuck said as he kissed the top of her head.
"How?"
"I'm going to let them catch me today instead of three days from now. In fact when you leave I'm going to order room service and then go walk around the casino floor. That will cut the plan down by three days but it will speed up the early stages. Do you think you can pull off your end with less time?" He asked with a smile.
"I can work with that. As long as Casey's friend is there. If not then I have to hope Carina is in D.C. like you said. If she's not there then you know what I'm going to have to do, and Chuck I don't think I can. Not any more." She said in a mild panic.
Chuck took hold of her shoulders and pulled her on top of him as he kissed her with everything he had. He kept kissing her until she stopped shaking. "Sarah I know. I know how you feel and you know how I feel. She will be there she is being benched for the next two weeks for going off book on her last mission. She is chained to a desk for the at lest this week, but the fact that she got a member of her team shot I think we can breath easy for awhile. She will be there. Casey's friend Major Snow will be there too and neither of you have to do anything like that. Everything on your end was set up three days ago I set it up myself. You have nothing to worry about." Chuck said as he rubbed her back under her shirt.
"No, the only thing I have to worry about is you. Chuck I'm not so sure about your part of the plan." She said softly.
"What part are you worried about?" Chuck asked.
"Well lets see, there's you getting captured, then there's the interrogation. And the new handler. And the fact that you're going to be playing two side against each other. Chuck you know I love you, but that seams like a tall order even for a seasoned agent." She said sarcastically. But when she saw the brief flash of hurt cross his face she pulled him into a soft kiss. "I'm not saying you can't do it. In fact I think you can. I'm just saying it's going to be hard. Not to mention dangerous. I'm just worried about you. You know I can't lose you Chuck, not now. If you feel at any point that you can't complete your mission Casey has agreed to pull you out and ship you off to your sister. As soon as that happens I'll be on the next flight out. We can run Chuck. We can take Ellie and Awesome and run. We can change our names and live the dream of sunny beaches and steamy nights. You know I would much rather have that then not have us at all. We can do it Chuck, in fact we can go now. We can be gone before Casey even sets foot in this city." She said pulling him off the bed. But Chuck pulled her back down.
"That's why I think we should speed this up. I wont have to spend too much time playing both sides then. And if we run now we have to run for the rest of our lives. You know they will never let us just leave. And you also know that if we run Fulcrum will win. They will take over the country, and keep getting more powerful until they take over the world. I have the Intersect in my head, I know what they have planed, and its not pretty. If we run now we will doom the whole world. I don't mean to sound so self important but you know as well as I do that without our help the CIA and the NSA will have no way of stopping them. They are too well set up. Only us. Only you, me, and Casey have been keeping them from already taking over. We are the speed bump in their high speed road to world domination. Sarah we have to do this. We both have missions. We both hold the fate of the world in our hands. I will do everything in my power to complete my mission, and I want you to promises me that you will do the same thing. We might be Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael in this room right now but the second we step out that door we are agents Sarah Walker and Charles Carmichael. We are spies. I don't know if you know this but my last update had all of our mission records on it. I don't like to toot my own horn by agent Carmichael is kind of a badass on paper. And I don't have to tell you who agent Walker is. Now come here and give me one last kiss as Mrs. Carmichael." Chuck said before he pulled her into the most intense kiss either of them had ever experienced.
"Now give me one of your knives." Chuck said as he stood up from the bed. She reached under her skirt and pulled out a small throwing knife. Chuck took it and walked over to the window. He pulled the window shade open and cut the shade cord he then cut the cord in half. "Give me your ring Mrs. Carmichael please." Chuck said holding out his hand. Sarah took off the small band with a shaky hand and placed it in his outstretched hand. Chuck treaded her ring through one of the cords before knotting it and slipping it over his head. He then took off his ring and did the same thing before slipping it over her head. "When this is all over I want you to give that ring back to me, and I will give back your ring. Until then we are not the Carmichaels. We are two agents on a mission. I absolve you of your vows until you get this ring back. Until then you are Agent Sarah Walker of the CIA. You're the best of the best, and you don't take shit from no one." Chuck said with such a commanding voice that Sarah's knees got weak. But she knew what he was saying. For the next few weeks they had to be agents first and anything else had to come second. Too much was at stake to worry about anything else. They would have the rest of their life to be more then just agents but right now she needed to be Sarah Walker.
She turned to him and gave him a sad smile. "And you are agent Charles Carmichael. The most unorthodox badass spy ever. You fly helicopters without training, and charm the pants off of international arms dealers. You're smart and charming, and just plane fearless. You throw a knife like a pro, and you're a crack shot. If Sarah Walker ever had an equal it would be Charles Carmichael, all around Badass, and sexy beast." Sarah said with the same level of conviction, and a sassy smirk. "And no matter what you might think, that's who you are to me. Always!" she said before she took a step back and lost all of the emotion from her face. Gone was the sexy smile, and the twinkle in her eyes. They were replaced with an emotionless mask and cold, dead eyes. The eyes of a killer, Chuck thought. But instead of feeling weird, or scared. A sense of excitement, and raw sexual lust sprang up in his chest. Then her words sunk into his brain, words like badass, and fearless. With those word running through his head Chuck opened the door and let Carmichael out. He stood a little bit taller, his head held a little bit higher, and when he looked at her his smile became a confident smirk. If she was going to be Agent Sarah Walker then he would Be Agent Charles Carmichael. The awesome spy he created in his head. The perfect mix of the worlds greatest spies.
He held out his hand and she took it without thinking. "Agent Charles Carmichael, CIA. And you are?" He asked in a confident, strong voice that surprised both of them.
"Agent Sarah Walker, Also of the CIA." She said in a deep seductive voice that would have had Chuck Bartowski on his knees, but agent Carmichael just flashed her a smile full of white teeth and arched an eyebrow in obvious recognition.
"Nice to meet you Agent Walker, your reputation precedes you. But I must say you're even more beautiful in person." He said as he brought her hand up to his lips and brushed a light kiss across her knuckles.
"As does yours, Agent Carmichael." She said with a blush creeping across her chest and neck.
"Maybe after my mission is over we can meet somewhere and talk about our legendary reputations over a drink, but until then, I wish you the best of luck Agent Walker." He said before kissing her hand again and walking her to the door. He picked up her gun off the bedside table and with a confidence neither of them knew he possessed he walked around her and with his breath on her exposed neck he slipped her gun into her waistband and trailed his hand across her back to her shoulder. He opened the door and led her out of the room with a gentle, but firm hand on her back. When the door shut behind her she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. One thing was for sure, she was definitely going to have that drink with him as soon as possible.
Chuck ordered room service and emailed Carina again, when he got done eating he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He felt the stubble on his face when he was done. Chuck would be bothered by the unclean look of his rough stubble, but agent Carmichael thought it looked rugged and tough so he left it. He walked into his room and looked over the clothes Sarah packed for him. He thumbed through the selection and found a black two button suit. He tossed it on the bed along with a white dress shirt, and a black skinny tie. He got dressed before he went looking for shoes. He looked at the two pairs of shoes sitting by the closet. One was his trusty Chuck Tyler's, the other was an expensive pair of black leather dress shoes. Looking at the two he was torn, but then he look at his reflection in the mirror and his decision was made for him. Carmichael had style. He had class. He was a badass, and for the first time in his life Chuck… No Charles, was dressed like a spy. Selecting a pair of expensive shades and adjusting his tie and gun in his waist band Charles Carmichael left his room and made his way down to the casino floor. He took a seat at a high roller black jack table and slapped down a large wad of cash. He turned to the cougar sitting next to him and smiled a wolfish smile. "I'm Charles Carmichael. God's gift to women. And you are?" He asked with confidence while staring her in the eyes.
"Susan." She said with a giggle as a blush formed across her chest.
"Well hello Susan, has anyone ever told you that you have hypnotic eyes? Simply breath taking. I'm going to order a drink Susan, would you like one as well?" he asked as he flagged down a waitress.
"But it's early still." she said.
"It's five o'clock somewhere." He said with a shrug. "Jonny Walker Black, neat, and the lady will have?" he asked looking at Susan with a confident smirk.
"White Russian." she said.
"Wow, it's been a long time since I had one of those. I think her name was Helena." Chuck said.
"Oh my. You are very smooth aren't you?" She said running her hand up his arm.
"But I can be rough if you're into that sort of thing." he said with a wink.
For the next hour he flirted with Susan and won over ten thousand dollars. He was just thinking about splitting tens when ten agents in black suits surrounded the table and pointed there guns at him, Casey was standing in the center of the group. "Charles Carmichael, you are under arrest for treason. Come quietly and I wont have to shoot you." Casey said holding up a pair of hand cuffs.
Chuck nodded calmly and collected his chips into a tray. He turned to Susan, "It seams I've been a bad boy and the fuzz is here to get me. It's been a pleasure talking to you, to bad we didn't have time for anything else." he said with a sexy smile. He then waved over the pit boss. Glancing at his name tag Chuck handed the chips to him and slug his arm around his shoulder. "Well Sam it seams I'm being arrested. Can you cash out these chip and add it too my room tab?" Chuck asked with the confidence of someone not looking down the barrels' of ten guns.
"Of course sir." The pit boss said, unsure of what to do.
"Great! It's room 1346, the name is Carmichael. Keep my room open for me, I hope to be back soon." He said with his new half smile as he put a hundred dollar chip in Sam's left hand. He then turned to Casey and smiled like he just noticed him "Oh! Major Casey, it's very good to see you again. What's with all of the hardware?" He asked with a casual wave at the other agents.
Casey took a second to school his face because he was very close to laughing his ass off. "Well we are kind of here to arrest you Chuck." He said jingling the cuffs.
"Right." Chuck said like he just remembered the crimes he committed. He reached into his jacket but stopped when all of the agents moved with him. "Relax guys, I'm just getting may shades. It's bright outside, we're in the middle of a desert you know." He said with a laugh as he fished his shades out and put them on. He then strolled up to Casey and held he hands out to be cuffed. Casey cuffed him and took the gun out of Chucks waist.
"Where is Agent Walker Chuck?" Casey asked as he lead Chuck through the casino floor and out the front door.
"No clue?" Chuck with a casual shrug.
Casey opened the back door to a black suburban and helped Chuck in.
"So where are you taking me Major?" Chuck asked
"An underground bunker. Where is Walker?" Casey asked.
"Don't know. And for the record the name is Carmichael, Charles Carmichael." Chuck said with a flirtatious smile at the busty redhead sitting next to him. "But I must ask what this breath taking example of perfection is called?" Chuck asked holding out his cuffed hands.
"Melissa Barns. You're Agent Carmichael? Did you really take down La Ciuad?" She all but gushed as she took his hand and Chuck brushed a kiss across her knuckle.
Chuck saw a scowl cross Casey's face. "Yes, although I must admit that the Major over there did most of the heavy lifting by taking out the six very large mercenaries that came with her. The Major is quite the fighter. Took out all of them with his bare hands. Right Major?" Chuck asked without breaking eye contact with Melissa.
"It was three guys." Casey said still scowling.
"He's just being modest. Don't let him fool you. He stood toe to toe with six of the biggest henchmen I've ever seen. All I did was sweep her off her feet on the dance floor. Tell me Melissa, do you like to dance? I bet you do. You have the legs of a dancer." Chuck asked in a low sexually charged voice.
"Yes." she said breathy as the skin of her neck and chest flushed pink.
"What's your favorite dance Melissa? Is it the tango? You know what they say about the tango? They say to really tango, to really connect with your partner and become one on the dance floor you have to have wild passionate sex first. Only then can you harness the true sexuality of the dance." Chuck said in a low rumble as he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, and flashed her a wolfish smile.
"Oh my, I would love to tango with you agent Carmichael." She said as the flush traveled up her neck to her face making her blush a pretty red color.
"Tango, or really Tango? You know the difference. What do you want Melissa? Do you want to harness the true sexuality of the dance?" Chuck all but whispered into her ear as he ran his thumb over her pulse point on her wrist. "Tell me Melissa, have you ever really tangoed. I mean really tangoed in you're life? Have you ever experienced a tango on a hot steamy Argentinean night. In a little outdoor bar where the music is as smooth as the taught expanse of half naked flesh, and the cool rum drinks raise goose bumps on you skin? Have you ever been taken out on the dance floor, lead there by a partner that knows the power of the tango? Have you ever used and been used on the dance floor Melissa?" He whispered as his nose bused her ear and his thumb traveled up her forearm to the spot behind her elbow.
By now Melissa was panting and her chest was perspiring. "No," So panted out.
"Would you like to? Would you like to be taken and used on the dance floor Melissa? Would you like to be taken?" He asked before moving his hand to her stomach and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her belly button as he bit her ear lobe. Melissa let out a shattering sob as she convulsed in his hands and all but passed out. "I hope that was good for you Melissa, why don't you just lie back and relax. You've errand it, that's it Melissa, that's my sexy little dancer." He said softly as she lay back in the seat and her breath evened out. Chuck made sure she was asleep before he turned to Casey. "Casey what are you doing running around with a Fulcrum agent?" Chuck asked casually.
"What?!" Casey asked turning around in his seat to look in the back.
"Eyes on the road big guy, I got it. But just so you know Melissa Barns back here is a Fulcrum agent. Admittedly she is not a very good agent, but I flashed on her file. She is mostly assigned to seduction missions. Think of her as an NSA Carina. Except not as good as you can see. I just put her out with the Sarah Walker special. She obvious knows nothing about true seduction." Chuck said as he leaned forwards in his seat.
"She's NSA, or at lest I thought so. She was going to be your new handler, but if she fulcrum we need to report her." Casey said.
"No, leave her in place. I've already opened up a line of dialog with her. I can work her and she can get us what we need faster then if I try working what ever agent they send. Plus if I can do that to her with out really touching her imagine what I could do to her if I touched her. I'm telling you it's almost sad how easy she is. You said she was NSA? Do they teach you nothing about seduction?" Chuck asked.
"They teach us, but it's not that Important to us. It's not like Walker. We never really rely on it. We're more solders, and assassins, then seduction and infiltration experts. What did you do to her anyway?" Casey asked looking over his shoulder at her.
"Well it's what Sarah said: Find what they like, paint a scene in there mind of the perfect fantasy, then add just enough touching to excite them, and when they are so into it that they lose track of the world around them put them over the edge. With her I noticed she got more excited the closer I got to her earlobe, she also clinched her abs every time I added to the fantasy so when the time was right I rubbed her belly and bet her earlobe and she came so hard I think she pulled something. Lets face it Casey if I can do that to her here. What can I do to her if I get her shirt off. Sarah taught me well." Chuck said with a smirk.
"Wow, Walker taught you all that? When?" Casey asked.
"On the way to Vegas. She knew I would have to break a fulcrum agent and she taught me that to biggest sexual organ in a woman's body is her brain. Get a woman sexually excited mentally and she'll be putty in your hand." Chuck said "Tell me when we get there, until then I have to establish a comfortable touching connection." Chuck said before scooting over to Melissa and awkwardly putting his still cuffed hands on her belly and slowly he started to rub making sure to use just enough pressure to not wake her. He then leaned into her and gently blew on her neck and ear, this raised goose bumps all over her body causing her to shiver. She moaned out Charles in her sleep and bit her lip. He smiled and shook his head. Sometimes being a spy was hard, but then every once in a while the job was just too easy.