After lunch, which Chuck found to be not so bad. The food was excellent, and the more time he spent with Melissa the less annoying she was. The more time he spent around her, the more she loosened up and stopped trying to manipulate him. Her voice lost that vapid quality, and she stopped laughing at everything Chuck said. He guessed it was the work he was putting in. She was falling for him and he didn't even have to try too hard. But then again he was probably the first Asset that focused on her. She was probably used to assets telling her to strip and get to work. It was sad they treated agents like hookers. Why bother training agents like Melissa when her job could be done by a high priced call girl? Was it any wonder she joined Fulcrum? They probably promised her real missions. He would have to find out later. Until then he just listened as she talked about the missions he went on.

He made very few comments, it was clear she was a fan. She had let slip early in the conversation that Casey told her to read his file. If only she knew the real details of those missions. How he screamed like a girl when the bullets started flying. He was getting better at not doing that, but it still happened once in a while. Or maybe he should tell her that without Sarah and Casey there to do most of the real spy work he'd be dead. That up until last week he never real held a gun before. Or that almost all of the cool, charming attitude was a resent development. That she actually had more training then him. But it didn't help him at all to tell her the truth right now. Maybe later he could talk her into quitting Fulcrum before he took them down. Maybe he could help her. But that was not his mission. His mission was to use her to get to Fulcrum Command. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't help but feel very bad about it.

"How dose it feel to be such a hero?" she asked.

"I don't know, I don't feel like a hero. I think if you want to do this job you have to celebrate each win by weighing the good results verse the sacrifices made to complete your mission." Chuck said in a grave tone. "Every mission requires sacrifice. Lying to the ones you love, burning assets, killing someone, using your body to get what you need, torturing suspects. And we do it all for people that could care less about if we live or die. I agree we are a necessary evil, but we die a little every day." He said.

"Wow, I never thought about it that way. I always thought about how cool it would be to go on missions. You must face death all the time on missions?" She said.

"I once knew a Captain that said. There's a bullet out there for all of us, we're just waiting for the day we meet the man carrying ours." Chuck said looking off in the distance. He spied the look of pure admiration on her face, and he felt a funny felling in the pit of his stomach. He knew he just paraphrased a quote from Malcolm Reynolds, of Firefly, but she didn't know that. He again felt bad. He needed to work on that if he ever wanted to be an agent like his Sarah. That thought got him thinking about Sarah. What was she doing right now? He knew she had to make her way to Washington D.C. but was she on the road? Did she ditch the Mustang? He hoped not, he liked that car. His hand subconsciously went to his chest and he felt the ring through his shirt. He missed her already. He couldn't believe she agreed to marry him, Chuck Bartowski for god's sake. He wasn't sure how he got a woman like her to love him but he wasn't going to question it. He was just going to love her back with everything he had.

"That's very deep Charles. You have a very real way of looking at our world." She said.

He shook his Chuck thoughts and focused on what she was saying. "Yeah, well I'm a realest. I know what's going to happen to me one day. I make no bones about it. I just hope to do something great before the end comes." He said staring at her with lust in his eyes. She shivered at the raw sex behind his words.

She was just about to say she could be that something. When Casey busted into the room. "Come on Chuck I have a few questions to ask and your really not going to like it." He said as he hauled Chuck out of his seat and through the door. After they got out of range of the guards Casey let go of Chuck's arm and slowed down. "How's it going in there?" Casey asked.

"Good so far. I only had to go to level three touching so far and she's starting to open up a little bit. I hope to put her out tonight with the same level of touching hopefully I can get her to really open up with out going too far." Chuck said with a shrug.

Casey nodded. He was pleased. He hoped to get Chuck through this with out him having to go too far. Level three wasn't that bad. He was glade they came up with a system to talk about this sort of thing. Casey memorized the Levels by heart because he was the go between Chuck and Sarah and he knew he would have to report to Sarah and not having to describe the acts would make this whole thing less awkward. Level 1. Was mental stimulation/fantasy. Level 2. Was light touching over the clothes. Level 3. Was light touching under the clothes. Level 4. Was heavy touching without clothes. Level 5. Was oral sex. Level 6. Was regular sex. And level 7. Was wild fantasy sex. He knew that Sarah was a professional, she would understand the situation, but he hoped Chuck never had to get to level 7. He wouldn't be able to handle the mental repercussions of having to be in that situation. "Good, I don't know if I could tell Walker you went to level 7. It would fuck you up mentally." Casey said as they made their to the interrogation room. When they got to the hallway around the corner form the room Casey stopped them. "Are you ready for this?" He asked Chuck.

"Yes, it's my plan remember?" Chuck said.

"Yeah, but talking about it and doing it is two very different things. You've never had the training for this. It's going to be very intense, and I can't break character in there. Beckman will be watching the tapes. You know what I have to do son. It's traumatic the first time, and you know what she's expecting from me. I have to give it to her." Casey said without meeting Chucks eyes.

"Hey, it's okay big guy, I knew this was going to happen. This is all on me. I knew this was going to suck. And I've met Major Casey before. He once offered to shoot both me and Sarah. Then he was going to go out and get pancakes. I've looked into his eyes and I know what's coming for me in that room." Chuck said putting his hand on Casey's arm. It was a testament to how far they came as partners that Casey didn't pull away. He just nodded and looked down. When he looked up Chuck saw the life drain from his face and Casey's jaw clinch. He grabbed Chucks arms and perp walked him around the corner to the interrogation room. He threw open the door and tossed Chuck into a metal chair on one side of the small metal table.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, if I think you're fucking with me in any way I'm going to hurt you, and trust me Chuck I will enjoy it." Casey growled. "Do you understand me?" He asked and when Chuck gave a nod Casey reached back and smacked Chuck across the face hard enough to knock him out of the chair. "When I ask you a question you are to answer with Yes Sir. Do you hear me?" He yelled.

Chuck retook his seat. "Yes Sir." he responded.

"Good, now where is Walker?" Casey asked.

"I don't know." Chuck said and got smacked off his chair again. This time he could taste blood.

"What did I just say?! You will address me as Sir. Or I will beat you till you understand! Now where is Walker?!" Casey yelled and Chuck felt fear, true fear seep into his chest.

"I don't know sir." Chuck said as he pulled himself back into his chair.

"Bullshit! Are you telling me you two got married last night and this morning you don't know where she is?" Casey asked flexing his hand.

"Yes Sir! No, I mean No…" Chuck saw the smack coming and was able to brace against it but he still fell off his chair.

"Stop fucking with me before I really get mad!" Casey said grabbing Chuck buy his tie and pulling him into his chair.

"I swear Sir! I don't know where she is!" Chuck said as tears ran down his face.

"Explain!" Casey yelled standing over Chuck.

"We got drunk last night, and stumbled into a wedding chapel. We got married for the hell of it. You know? New years eve thing? But this morning I woke up and she was gone. She left a note that said she would be back, that she needed space. I don't know where she is! I don't know what's going on! We were supposed to run away together and then she leaves me? I have no clue where she is! Sir!" he said as an after thought when he saw Casey's hand flex.

"So you woke up and she was gone? That's your story?"

"Yes Sir." Chuck said as the tears kept flowing down his red cheeks.

"Okay, say I believe you? Where would she go?" Casey asked.

"I swear I don't know." Chuck said and when the punch impacted his chest he flew out of the chair.

"You will remember to call me sir if it kills you Bartowski!" Casey yelled as he dragged Chuck off the floor by the back of his suit jacket and drooped him on the table. "Now since you don't know where she's going, you better tell me what kind of car she's driving." Casey said lifting Chuck off the surface of the table by his tie.

"2005 Toyota Camry, silver." Chuck said and felt the back of his head hit the table.

"I swear Bartowski I will kill you if you don't show me respect! You think you're an agent? Agents don't cry like little bitches! That's what you are, you know? A little bitch! Without the Intersect your nothing but a useless little cry baby! No wonder Walker left you! Can you imagine waking up next to a little cry baby bitch like you? If I was Walker I'd shoot myself!" Casey yelled in his face and Chuck let out gut wrenching sobs. The TV screen hanging on the wall popped on and Beckman's face came up.

"MAJOR CASEY! You will stop right now! Escort Chuck back to his room and call me in ten minutes!" She yelled.

"Yes Ma'am!" he said before he hauled Chuck up and perp. walked him out of the room. Chuck kept sobbing till they were two hallways away. Then his Sobs became laughing. He was laughing so hard Casey had to stop walking to keep him from falling over.

"Did you see her face?" Chuck asked.

"Forget about Beckman, are you okay Chuck?" Casey asked looking at Chucks bruised cheeks.

"I'm fine. But you sure as hell hit hard!" Chuck said rubbing his hand softly over his face.

"I went too far Chuck! I should have never said that shit I said. I'm sorry. Very sorry son." Casey said looking down at his hands in disgust.

"Hey! No you didn't! It was perfect! You did good in there. Hell better then good. She actually called me Chuck! Just think, in a few days she's going to be calling you sir. This is what we talked about Casey. You did good. I never for one second felt in any danger. I trust you Casey. I have for a very long time now. So you get your shit together Major! You have a meeting with Beckman to get to. Lets go, we have to get me to my room so you have time to prepare for it!" Chuck said pushing Casey in the direction of his room and running. When they got close to the room Chuck stopped and stood in front of Casey. Casey took his arms and perp. walked him the rest of the way. When they got to his room John the guard opened the door and Casey pushed Chuck in. Chuck played it up by slamming into the couch and falling over. "Beckman wont be there to protect you forever. The next time you will call me Sir. Or you will die!" Casey yelled and stormed off down the hall. Melissa ran up to Chuck helped him lay on the couch.

"What happened Charles?" She asked in panic rubbing her hands over his cheeks.

"I didn't know what he wanted. And I forgot to call him Sir." Chuck said with a wince.

"That bastard! Look at your face. He messed up your beautiful face." She said with a sad look on her face.

"I'm fine. It's nothing I haven't been through before." he said standing up and grabbing a beer from the fridge. He held it to his face and sighed. No matter what he said to Melissa his face was on fire. He was sure he just had the worst ass whopping in his life and it came from Casey on his request. He was sure there was something wrong with that thought.

Melissa got up and put a few ice cubes from the wet bar in a towel and sat on the couch. "Charles come here." She said. Chuck shrugged and sat on the couch. She made him lay down with his head on her lap. Looking up he could barely see her face behind her huge chest. She put the towel to his face and Chuck let out a sigh.

"That feels good." He said as his eyes got heavy but she shook him awake.

"You can't go to sleep Charles. You have a huge bump on your head. You could have a concussion. You can't go to sleep. You have to stay awake. Why don't you tell me what he wanted?" She asked softly.

"He wanted to know where Sarah was. I told him I didn't know and he beat me." Chuck said with a shrug.

Casey didn't feel good. He had done a lot of bad things in his life but he never felt this bad after doing something like this. He didn't like hitting Chuck, and he felt even worse because Chuck said it was okay. It was Okay? No it was not okay. He just beat the crap out of Chuck. Chuck, the kid that took to the spy life under his and Walkers guidance. The kid looked up to him, hell he took him through the Rite. He carried his gun. He was his responsibility and he just beat him senseless. And the things he said to him. He called him things he would have killed other people for even saying out loud. In the end he knew it was for the mission, but he couldn't shake the feeling in his chest. He felt sick. He couldn't explain it but he was sure he never felt like this before. He wished he could talk to Walker. She would know what he was feeling. But he couldn't he had to talk to Beckman first. So he took a few big breaths and entered a conference room. The TV was already on and Beckman's angry face was staring at him, and she looked ready to kill him through the TV screen.

"What the hell was that all about Major!?" She yelled at him once the door was closed.

"I don't follow ma'am. I was asked to question him. That's what I did. I treated him like any other treasonous scumbag." Casey said with a shrug.

"Have you lost your mind Major? He's not just some treasonous scumbag. He's the Intersect for Gods sake. How are we going to get him to flash if we treat him like that. It's not like we can pull the information out of his head. We need his co-operation Major! He was your teammate for a year and a half!" She said in shock.

"He's an asset Ma'am. Nothing more remember? Hell you even gave me a kill order for him Ma'am. It's not like he's not expendable. Just say the words and I'll put him out of his misery." Casey said pulling out his gun.

"YOU WILL PUT THAT WEAPON AWAY RIGHT NOW!" She screamed standing up from her chair. "What the hell is wrong with you? You were just trying to stop me from killing them a few days ago. What the hell happened to you Major?" She asked.

"They lead me on a wild goose chase for three days ma'am. They pissed me off. If I ever find Walker I'm killing her where she stands. I'm tired of they're crap Ma'am. I'm an Agent. I should start acting like one right Ma'am? That's what you're always telling us Ma'am." He said. He was trying very hard to not laugh. Chuck was right. She would defend him. Stick up for him even. And to think it came from Bugs Bunny. Rabbit hunting season! No Duck hunting season! He thought with a smirk.

"You will stand down! I want you to leave the base for twenty four hours. We will try talking to him tomorrow. Cool off Major!" She said.

"Yes ma'am." he said and the screen whet black. He sighed and walked out to his SUV. He fished out the next phone and saw they still had twenty in the bag. That was good because they had used more then they planed on, but Chuck had planed ahead for that. He smiled and felt that pain again. He sighed and hit speed dial one.

"Casey is everything okay?" She asked with panic in her voice.

"I Don't know Walker. I just interrogated him. He stuck to the script and did good. In fact Beckman came on the TV and broke it up. She then yelled at me like Chuck said she would. But um, I have um." He said not knowing what to say.

"You got what Casey? Just spit it out! I'm dieing here!" She said franticly.

"I went too far Sarah. Too Far. Chuck didn't think so, but the things I said to him, I hit him. I smacked him around, and Called him a cry baby. I feel. Well I feel funny. Not good at all really. I should feel good about this going the way he said it would, but I feel bad about what I did." He said.

"Tell me what you feel." She said softly.

"I feel wrong. I hit the kid and I don't feel right about it." Casey said self-consciously.

"It's okay to have feelings you know. I do now and it feels really good. Before I meet Chuck I was a shell of a person. I did things without thinking about the consequences. I've killed, tortured, poisoned, and seduced my way through life. And I was okay with that. I knew I was bound for hell and I just wanted to do as much as I could before the ride was over. Chuck told me I did 157 missions over eight years and no vacation. The truth is I didn't want one. If I sat down and thought about all the horrible things I did I would have gone full on nuts Casey. But Chuck showed me it okay to have feelings. The reason we work so good together is because we really care about each other. Tell me Casey, if I was captured by Fulcrum and they were torturing me, and you knew where I was. What would you do?" she asked with a smile.

"I'd gear up and get you out." He said like it was obvious.

"Okay you make it to the Fulcrum base and they have fifty agents surrounding the perimeter. What would you do?" she asked.

"Kill them all and come get you." He said with a growl.

"Casey, field protocol states that you call in a strike team and wait for backup. But instead you would take on fifty trained agents to come rescue me. Do you know why? Because you care, John. You care that I'm in trouble. Just like you care Chuck was being beaten up. It didn't matter that it had to happen, or that it was his own idea. It hurt to beat on him, and that's good because the next time someone beats on him you can do something about it. But right now you need to get some rest. You need to detox the feelings from your system. It's over now. Chuck's fine, you're fine, and we're on schedule. I will be in D.C. by late tomorrow night. I plan on driving for another eleven hours before I stop off for the night. Take care of Chuck, and I'll see you in about five days. Till then I want you to keep it together John. You have the hardest job of all of us. You're my eyes and ears on my husband." she said with a laugh.

"Call you tomorrow Walker. And thanks for helping me with, um my…"

"Feelings John. It's not a bad word. You can say it." She said with a giggle.

"Can it Walker! I'll call tomorrow." He said before ending the call and tossing the phone out the window.

Sarah tossed her phone still laughing. It was kind of cute. Casey was becoming a real boy. Now all they needed to do was find him a lady. She thought with a laugh. Maybe one of Ellie's doctor friends?

She sighed, as she rolled her shoulders. She'd been on the road for over eight hours and she was looking at another twenty-five to get to D.C. she just needed to do another eleven tonight before she found a whorebag motel and caught a few hours of sleep. Then she just had to do fifteen hours the next day and break into Carina's house. She needed to convince Carina to help her sneak into the Pentagon to see General Stanfield. They had just one night to plan, and execute a mission to get in to one of the most secure places in the world. They needed to meet Major Snow outside of a bar tomorrow night. He would give them two uniforms and two fake ids. She had the money in the trunk for the hand off. But she needed be very careful. If she was caught, she was done for. It was over. She just needed to keep driving. Man she hated this car. It was nothing like her Porsche. She should have kept the mustang. When she left that hotel this morning she caught a taxi to a used car dealership. She looked over the selection and settled on a white 2005 Chevy Impala. The car had no style, the seats were uncomfortable, and it had no power. She was also sure it had spent some time as a cop car. The back seats didn't match the front seats and there was an odd shaped hole in the dashboard. But non of that mattered. What mattered was she blended in with the traffic. She was just another car on the road. She had her hair tied up and she bought a big white sun hat and big old people sunglasses. That combined with her white Chanel suit and white low heeled pumps made her look unrecognizable. When she stopped for gas she would act like a grandmother. With out any makeup on and holding her bottom lip out she looked nothing like her self. She sighed again and reached into the bag on the seat next to her. If she was going to be stuck in this hell hole of a car then she was going to enjoy the experience by eating junk food. She grabbed a bar of milk chocolate and took a big bite.

She turned the air conditioner up and popped in the next CD. Chuck being the thoughtful man that he was knew she was going to be stuck in a crap car for a very long time so he made her a stack of CD's with different themed mixes. The first two consisted of Queens greatest hits, and the best of 80's new wave. Both were really good. Chuck definitely had an ear for mix tapes. ACDC's Highway to hell came on and she looked at the back of the sleeve the title read: so you made it to the third CD? You must really hate this drive by now. The track list consisted of great driving songs. She smiled a sad little smile she wished Chuck was here with her. He would love a road trip like this. Turing up the sound she sang along. "I'm on a highway to hell! Highway to hell!" she sang spraying chocolate spittle on the dashboard. She popped a red bull and bobbed her head to the beat and for the first time during this trip she was having fun.

Chuck ordered them diner and they eat it on the couch watching Finding Nemo and Wall-E. Both were good movies and Melissa relaxed and opened up a little. She let herself laugh and she let Chuck put his head in her lap again so she could put ice on his face. At the end of the night. Chuck stood up and stretched. "Well it's way past my bed time. You take the bed I'll take the couch." Chuck said.

"Don't be silly the bed's big enough for the both of us." She said with a vapid giggle.

"Okay." Chuck said with a sigh as he stripped down to his boxers and tee-shirt. And Melissa, true to form stripped down to her black silk thong, and nothing else. Chuck took one look at her and smiled sadly. She really needed to learn how to seduce someone. Instead of slowly taking her clothes off to tease him she tossed them off like they were on fire. Instead of sexy lingerie that left something to the imagination, she was naked. He did have to admit she was a gorgeous woman. She was tall and curvy with huge perky breasts, a flat stomach, and tight round butt. But all he could think about was how very unprepared she was, even for him. If he was a real agent and his mission was to break her down and get information from her he would have it by now.

But he needed to slow play her. He couldn't have her thinking he was not interested, but he couldn't cheat on Sarah. Yes he gave her a big speech about them being agents first and married second for this mission, but he couldn't do it. In fact standing there looking at this beautiful woman he was not aroused in the slightest. He didn't want her to know that. so he went to the bathroom. He knew he was going to have to go out there and play her. He knew she was going to push him. She was going to test how far she could go. Test the fact that he was hot for her. That he wanted to be with her. The only way to keep his boxers on tonight was to put her out like he did in the car. He would have to start from Level one and keep going till she passed out. He hoped he wouldn't have to go too far, but it was all up to her. He needed her to believe he was into it. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw the white cord around his neck. He pulled it out of his shirt and looked at Sarah's ring. He grasped it between his two hands and closed his eyes. Her words form this morning came back to him. Sexy, confident, badass, spy. When he opened his eyes the worry was gone. The uncertainty vanished. In their place he saw confidence and power. He kissed her ring and tucked it back under his shirt. "You are agent Charles Carmichael, super badass spy." He said to his reflection and he gained a wolfish grin. "And boy you are a baaaad man."

When he came back she was laying on top of the bed with a sexy smile. When he walked up to the bed she tried to put her hand in the fly of his boxers. He grabbed her wrist and used it to pin her down as he fell into bed on top of her. "Melissa. You really need to learn how to enjoy your time in bed. You can't just go for the prize. You have to spend some time getting there. Let me show you." He said before he kissed her. Soft at first, but it grew needy over time. He pulled back and kissed her neck. "Tell me Melissa, do you know what it feels like to be worshiped in bed? Has anyone ever focused on you and you alone?" He whispered in her ear. He felt her breath catch and he licked her ear lobe. She shivered and moaned. "Tell me Melissa do you like this?" he asked running his hand down her neck through her cleavage before stopping at her abs. He rubbed her stomach in circles ever widening until his finger tips grazed the top of her panties. She gasp when they did and he stopped. She bucked her hips to get him to keep rubbing but he refused. "You didn't tell me. Tell me Melissa." he whispered.

"I like it! Please keep going!" She gasped out.

"Tell me what you want Melissa." He said as he kissed his way around her neck.

"I want you to touch me," She gasped. Chuck moved his hand down and rubbed her sex through her silk panties. She shook and shivered. He kissed down her chest to her left nipple and sucked it into his mouth. She cried out and came. But she started to pull at the hem of his shirt.

"No. not yet." he said moving aside the crotch of her panties and rubbing her clit roughly and sending twitches through her whole body. "You don't get to touch me tonight. This is all about you Melissa. Tell me what you want." he commanded and she shook again.

"Please. I want you. I need you." she said grasping at his boxers.

"I said No! You don't get it tonight." he said shoving two fingers into her violently and rubbing her clit. He needed to maintain control like Sarah showed him. She was convulsing and sobbing. He bit her nipple and rubbed her clit roughly sending her over again.

"Please Charles, I need you." She cried out between gasps.

"You really don't understand who's in charge here do you?" He asked before pinching her clit and nipple at the same time he bit her ear lobe. Making her cum so hard she passed out. He lifted her up a bit and pulled the blanket out from under her he then tossed it over her naked, sweaty, body. She moaned and rolled over shivering. He bent over her. "Who's in charge Melissa?" he growled.

"You are." She moaned contentedly. Falling back to sleep.

Chuck walked into the bathroom, knelt down on the tile floor, and puked his guts up. Even when there was nothing left he still dry heaved for a few minutes more. He went to wipe his mouth but stopped when he smelled her on his hand. He felt his stomach lurch again but instead of throwing up a choked sob rolled out of his mouth. He stood by the sink and washed his hand in steaming hot water but he couldn't get rid of the smell. It was in his clothes, in his hair, in his very skin. He reeked of her citrus perfume, and her sex. He stripped off his shirt and boxers before crawling into the shower. He stood under the hot, steaming water and scrubbed his body with the bar of soap until his skin was raw. The whole time he cried guilty tears. He killed the water when it got cold and put on a bath robe. He look in the mirror and saw his tear stained eyes looking back at him. He closed his eye and felt sick again. He reached for Sarah's ring but stopped himself. He didn't get comfort, not from her ring, not after what he just did. No he didn't deserve it. Not now, not ever. He walked out of the bathroom and sat on the couch. He didn't know what to do with himself. He knew on one level he was just completing a mission. On the other hand he just rounded second base with a woman that was not his wife. He sat there for another hour before falling asleep sitting up.