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Casey pulled up to a nondescript office building in an industrial park. He pulled Chuck from the suburban and marched him inside with Melissa following them with her small suitcase and Chuck's two bags. Inside the building it looked like any other office but Chuck knew better. As soon as he saw the building he flashed. He was entering the NSA secure holding facility, code name: Black Sand. It was fifty miles north of Las Vegas, and was made to house assets, and prisoners alike.
The facility was a mile underground and was a huge maze. Chuck was able to keep track of where he was being taken because the flash had a very detailed map. He was being lead to a VIP low security holding cell. Basically a large one bedroom apartment with no windows and one large metal door. His room was under the lowest security scrutiny. There were two armed guards outside his room at all times and he would have a live in handler, Melissa, watching his every move. But there were no cameras in the room. Casey must have picked this room for that very reason. The door had no lock on it either, but there would always be two guards standing outside and they would stop him if he tried to go anywhere. But aside from that he really couldn't complain.
He had a very comfortable bed and couch. A big screen TV with an Xbox360, and a Blu ray player with a list of movies he liked. He had a refrigerator full of his favorite sodas and energy drinks, hell they even stocked his favorite beer. A full wet bar, and a cabinet full of chips and candy bars. Chuck just finished getting the tour by Melissa ending up in the main room/living room. He plopped down on the couch as she finished her tour. "… and you can order anything you want any time, be it entertainment like games, or movies. Or foods that you like to eat, or pretty much anything. Think of this as a very swanky hotel, all you have to do is pick up the phone and ask for it and we will get it for you." She said with a huge smile as she sat next to him on the couch. She was confused, but confident. He was really responding to her. He was practically seducing himself. And his hands. He knew just what to do with them. She wondered what his hands would feel like on her naked flesh.
"That's great. I'm pretty hungry, we were on the road for a while. How about we order some lunch and I can get to know you better as we eat, besides it looks like we're going to be spending a lot of time together from now on." Chuck said with a half smile as he looked at the huge menu by the phone on the end table. "How dose surf and turf sound to you? Do you like stake and lobster?" He asked as he picked up the phone. He heard a couple of clicks and a lady answered "Yes, hello. Who is this? Well hello Sally this is Agent Charles Carmichael. I would like you to send up two surf and turf meals please. And a nice bottle of wine to go with it. No how about you surprise me with the wine selection. I wouldn't dream of insulating the chef by picking a bad wine match for the meal he's preparing. Thank you Sally. And please call me Charles." Chuck hung up the phone and smiled at Melissa. "She said lunch will be sent up in twenty minutes. I say that gives us twenty minutes to start our conversation, don't you?" He asked turning around to look at her.
"Well what do you want to know about me Charles?" She asked with a sexy smile.
"How about the first date basics? Where did you grow up and when did you decide to join the NSA?" Chuck asked as he leaned into her and loop his around the back of the couch in a very casual way.
Casey exited the building and got into his suburban. He fished out the next burner phone and called Sarah. She must have been very worried about Chuck because she picked up before the first ring ended. "How is he Casey?" she asked in mild panic.
"He's fine so far Walker, relax. You guys just keep messing with the plan. As for Chuck? The kid's doing good. I don't know what you taught him but I got to tell you he looks, acts, and sounds like a real agent. Hell if I didn't know him I'd think he was the worlds biggest badass." Casey said with a laugh.
"What do you mean?" She asked in a more relaxed tone.
"When we got to him he was flirting with a woman and playing black jack. He was winning if the huge stack of chips was any indication. We surrounded him with twenty agents, guns drawn, and he just calmly handed his chips off to the pit boss and asked me what I was doing there. He didn't blink, he didn't flinch, hell he didn't even acknowledge the guns. He was cool. He reminded me a bit of your ex pretty boy, Bryce Larkin. Hell he was even dressed like him, black suit, white shirt and black tie. I think the Buy More incident has given him a whole new attitude. Oh and I didn't even get to the good part. He well… I don't know what he did to his new handler." Casey said unsure what to tell her.
"What did he do Casey?" She asked in an emotionless voice.
"To tell you the truth I don't really know. I was watching them the whole time through the rear view mirror and I can honestly say he didn't even really touch her all that much but I can tell you one thing for damn sure I have never seen a woman orgasm so hard in my life with her clothes still on. He said you taught him how to do it." Casey said with a laugh.
"Thank you Casey. I'll contact you later." she said before she tossed the phone out the window. Sarah didn't know what to feel at that very moment. She was experiencing a huge range of emotions. She was relived that Chuck was okay. She was excited that he was fully in agent mode, it meant he would be able to finish his mission without failing. She was even proud that he remembered all of the training that she taught him over the last three days. But she was also feeling something else, she was feeling jealousy.
She felt a blinding, raging, jealousy that started in the pit of her stomach and run throughout her whole body. She gripped the steering wheel harder and gritted her teeth. She didn't even know this woman that her Chuck was seducing but she knew she hated her. She hated her with a animalistic, territorial, rage. She hated her so much that it scared her for a split second, and that was all the time her brain needed to get her heart under control. She pulled off the road and put the car in park. She needed to remember their conversation this morning. She needed to remember that it wasn't her Chuck that was working that woman over. No, it was agent Carmichael. It was a totally different person, and she should know that. How many times did Agent Walker seduce a mark? It was at that moment a thought hit her square in the face. This is how her Chuck must have felt. This is what he must have gone through during all of those mission they went on. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt and pulled out his ring. It was warm to the touch from sitting on her chest, but at that moment nothing had ever felt so cold in her life. She didn't deserve to have this ring. To hold the symbol of his love for her. She had put him through so much hurt, so much pain. How many times did he have to sit at a bar as she went off and flirted with a mark? How many times did he feel like she just did? And how many times did she or Casey tell to suck it up and stop being a little baby. Two tears ran over her cheeks and she let out a choked sob. She looked at the ring through blurry eyes and saw something for the first time. There was an engraving on the inside of the band. Wiping her eyes she held the ring up to her face and read the two word inscription: Hers Always. It was simple, but it made such a huge statement. He belonged to her, always. She didn't have her ring but she was sure it said His Always, and if it didn't then it would as soon as she got it back damn it. He deserved that at lest. He deserved to know that she belonged to him just as much as he belonged to her. She clinched the ring in her hand, "As soon as this mission is over I'm going to show you just how much I love you Chuck." She felt a heat travel over her flesh as she thought about all the things she was going to do to him after she put this ring back on his finger. She tucked the ring back into her shirt and with a confident smile she took off down the road again.
"I grew up in Chicago." Melissa said with her vapid voice and a dreamy smile on her face as she turned her body to face Chuck on the couch.
"Big family?" He asked running his fingers through her red hair.
"No I was an only child." She said with a shiver as his hand grazed a particularly sensitive spot behind her left ear.
"Did you have any hobbies or play any sports as a kid?" Chuck asked like he didn't have her personnel file. The NSA kept very detailed records. All the way back to her high school grades and Softball batting average. To say he was board was an understatement. Looking at her records he came to the conclusion that she was used as eye candy only. To keep guys like him happy. She was not very smart. She was crap at field craft. Bad at hand to hand combat. A danger to herself and other with edged weapons. And useless past thirty feet with a handgun. In fact she didn't even carry one most of the time because she spent most of her time entertaining assets. Either in bunkers like this or living with an asset as their girlfriend.
The saddest part in Chucks opinion was she didn't even know how to seduce and control an asset. Sarah, in three days, taught him more about controlling the pace and mood then Melissa ever knew. He actually felt bad for her. He really did. Aside from being Fulcrum, he didn't know what she did for them but he guessed the same thing she did for the NSA. Or she killed people very close up. Because he was sure he was a better shot then her before he downloaded the skill.
But if he was ever going to make it as an agent he had to put those thoughts out of his head. She was a means to an end. He would play her like Sarah showed him. He would make her think he was in to her. Like he was buying what she was selling. Then he would ask her to put him in touch with her Fulcrum contact. After that he wouldn't need her. Chuck thought about all the things that went through his head and felt sick. Had he really just thought that? Was he going to just play her and ditch her like that? But then he shook his head. That was old Chuck talking like that. Old Chuck would get him killed in this situation. He needed to be Charles from now on. And Charles had no problem playing an asset. Yes he would play her. He would use her. Because Charles knew she planed on using him. Her whole objective was his compliance, now that would be his objective.
"I liked to dance, but you already picked that up. I played softball too, but I was not very good at it." She said with a giggle.
"Did you always want to be a spy?" he asked softly as he run his finger tips over the spot again and down over the pulse point on her neck.
"No I sort of fell into it. I was recruited by the NSA right out of Boot camp. I wanted to join the Army, they asked me to join them instead."
Chuck moved closer to her and looped his arm around her neck and all but whispered to her, "Now turnabout is fare play. Don't you agree Melissa? And you like playing fare don't you? So ask me anything."
"When you stopped that bomb from blowing up General Stanfield, how did you do it, all your file said was that you disarmed it." she asked.
"I hacked the laptop. I can't really remember how, you have to remember that when you go on as many missions as I do the details all get blurry." Chuck said as he moved in a little closer.
"What was your most dangerous mission?"
"There are so many to choose form. It depends on your definition of dangerous. Do you mean dangerous for me or the whole country? If we're talking about national security I'm going to have to say the time I stopped a Japanese nuclear satellite from blowing up the west coast and starting world war III. If you mean for me personally I wouldn't know. I don't think about my own safety, when it comes to national security my life is forfeit. I just can't think about my own safety." He whispered in her ear as he kissed the spot on her neck just behind her ear. She let out a gasp and shivered. "Are you cold Beautiful?" Chuck asked as he wrapped his arms around her making sure to graze her right breast with the back of his hand. She stiffened and blushed dark red.
Chuck saw her pulse quicken so her kissed her again, this time a little bit lower on her neck. At the same time he pulled her closer to him so that his left hand rested on her stomach. she let out another gasp, this one a little deeper. Chuck pushed the advantage and kissed the spot where her shoulder met her neck. When she shivered again he bit down a little and slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt and continued to rub small circles on her stomach. She was panting now and he knew that lunch was going to get here any minute now so he made one final push and bit down harder this time as his hand slid up her stomach and under her right bra cup. When his hand made contact with her quivering breast, she came again. This time with a startled cry and a half sob. "Shhhhhh, it's okay, I've got you." he whispered softly to her as he pulled her limp body into his chest removing his hand as he did. She made a sad longing sound but purred when he rubbed the small of her back under her shirt. "You have to relax Melissa. Your so tense. You keep everything bottled up. You need to let it out. You're safe with me. I've got you. You can let yourself go with me." He said in an almost hypnotic voice.
"Oh Charles… you have no idea what you do to me." She breathed out as a knock sounded at the door.
"I have to go answer that. Don't go anywhere I'll be right back." He said as he kissed her on the top of the head. He walked up to the door and looked at the LCD screen next to it. One of the guards was standing by the door with a room service cart. Chuck opened the door. "Perfect timing guys." Chuck said with a huge smile on his face as he lead the guard into the room. "Just leave it by the table. I would tip you but they took my wallet from me." Chuck said as he walked the guard out of the room.
"That's okay sir." the guard said with a smile.
"Quit it with the sir thing. Just call me Charles." Chuck said with a charming smile as he held out his hand.
"John, and my partner is Steve." John said shaking Chuck's hand.
"Good to meet you. Now if you don't mind I'm in the middle of handling my handler." Chuck said with a wolfish grin. John just laughed as he left.