Hello. Well, I did warn you it would take me time to get the next chapter started. I just didn't know how right I would be. To make matters worse, I was almost to 4,000 words and I hadn't even gotten to the opening credits of "Chuck vs. the Ex." I had intended this chapter to cover that entire episode, but I have to proceed carefully on what I do next.

Although this does mark the return of Jill Roberts, I always thought Chuck was treated quite unfairly by Sarah and Casey in this episode, so I decided to change things up a bit. Since I knew a major logistical point would have to be accounted for in this chapter, I figured I'd go the full Monty and come up with a different approach while still keeping the general storyline.

It's interesting the way writing works sometimes. As you may have guessed by now, the whole "Ellen" story was basically a way to put in a meta-reference about Sarah not being able to talk with an Australian accent. That was mainly for laughs and partly inspired by this story, where she pretended to be an Australian doctor. Except Yvonne didn't speak in her own voice; she spoke the way Americans think Aussies sound. But what worked even better is the talk Chuck and Sarah had right after Sarah wanted to go ballistic about the big Ellen secret coming out. I think that was a big help in solidifying the relationship between Chuck and Sarah, and I didn't even plan it until I actually wrote it. I was just trying to write a transition to get the team to San Diego.

If you have any ideas on how the Jill storyline should proceed, please let me know. And thanks to EastCoastCaptain, Supesfan18, and BDaddyDL for their suggestions, and I apologize if I forgot to mention you if you sent in suggestions. On the good side, this arc will take a few chapters to run. Or maybe that's a bad thing. You decide.

Thanks as always, please leave reviews as always, and all material I didn't think up is the property of NBC and Fake Empire Productions...as always.

P.S. The music thing is a setup for later.

Pi Delta Pi Sorority, Stanford University – Palo Alto, CA
April 18, 2003
3:00 PM PST

Chuck Bartowski walked down the street, taking in the warm, spring day and the students out enjoying themselves on an early Friday afternoon. Like any other weekend at Stanford, the students partied hard because they studied hard during the week and needed to blow off steam. This was the first time he had returned to the campus since January, when he was kicked out of school and forced to take that demeaning job at the Buy More to survive. Ellie tried to be supportive, but like most med school students, she was swamped with studying and had so little money. Chuck had to help pay the rent and utilities and tried as best as he could. But $11 per hour only went so far. And the humiliation of working at that store, even with his best friend there as one of his co-workers, made this trip to Palo Alto an absolute need.

He had to find out why. Why was he expelled from school? Why did Bryce betray him? What did he do to earn Jill's contempt?

"Hey Chuck!" someone said as Chuck passed by, high-fiving him. "That's the dude that got kicked out," the same guy whispered to his friend, which Chuck still heard. As if Chuck didn't feel small enough already.

"Oh, hey. If you don't mind, I'm just going to borrow these." he said a group of people who were playing ping pong right outside of Jill's sorority, taking a paddle and a few ping pong balls. "Continue with your game. And I'm going to need to turn this off." He silenced their radio.

Chuck took the paddle and smashed a ball up to Jill's window on the second floor, hitting it. "Jill!" He sent two more ping-pong balls at the window. "Hey Jill! It's Chuck! Please, I-I want to explain my side face-to-face."

The window opened…and Shari, Jill's roommate, appeared. "If Jill wanted to speak to you, she would have returned one of your 28 phone calls."

"Hi…Shari. Is she up there?"

Shari rolled her eyes and walked away from the window. "Jill…" Chuck called out again. "I-I was on break at…at work. I'm actually working at a Buy More of all places, yeah. And I drove 346 miles straight from Burbank to see you and to tell you that I still love you."

The crowd behind him laughed in embarrassment. "Loser!" someone called out. It was certainly apropos; Chuck never felt like a bigger one at that moment. He began to turn away.

"Chuck!"

He turned back to see Jill at the window. "Hey, hey Jill! I think, um, I've thoroughly, publically embarrassed myself enough, so you think maybe we could go talk over some coffee or something like that?"

"It's too late, Chuck. It's over."

"When you say 'it's over', you mean, like, this conversation's over, right? To be continued at the Starbucks?"

Shari returned to the window and pushed Jill aside. "She's dating Bryce Larkin now, Chuck," she announced, clearly reveling in turning the knife in Chuck even more.

Chuck was floored. "Bryce…"

"Deal with it!" Shari barked at him before leaving.

"Told you that guy's a loser," someone in the crowd said.

"Is that true?" Chuck asked Jill, barely able to hold it together.

"I'm sorry, Chuck," Jill said, withdrawing back into her room. The students on the sidewalk turned the radio back on and returned to their Friday, mildly entertained by the relationship drama they had just witnessed.

Chuck turned and headed back down the street. He drove to Stanford with the fear that he would return to Burbank in worse shape than when he left. He just didn't realize how bad it would be.

Sheraton Universal Hotel – Universal City, CA
March 1, 2016
11:00 AM PST

"Just for the record, I'm supposed be doing the ass-kicking this week!"

Jen Burton rolled her eyes. There was no question Lance McCall was one of the most talented spies she had ever worked with. He was also one of the best friends she had ever known. Those two things were important, as he was undeniably one of the most infuriating people she had ever met.

"Will you please finish and quit worrying about the bad guys?" Jen yelled at him. "Jill and Duke will be here in one minute and we need to get these files to them. Then we can take down the entire organization! I'll handle the ass-kicking!"

"You're not even supposed to be here! They told you to take a vacation."

"They did not."

"Oh, so the Director ordering you to take a week off and escorting you out of his office with two security guards carrying automatic weapons was…what? Just a suggestion?"

Two henchmen burst through the door. Lance kicked backwards to nail one man in the chin then swept his leg to knock the other man down, all without turning around.

"See that? Hands never even left the keyboard!" Lance barked. "Now get your ass out of here!"

"You're ordering ME around?" Jen was livid.

"You always insist we take time off to clear our minds. Now it's your turn to relax."

"My mind IS clear! I am relaxed!"

"You call this relaxing? How the hell will you relax tomorrow? Assassinate the leader of Boko Haram?"

"I'm not going to do that just to relax."

"Good thing, then. They already gave that assignment to Duke."

"WHAT!?"

"So you'll get the next vile despot. Wait your damn turn!"

The door behind them slid open to reveal Jill and Duke. "Got the intel?" Duke asked. "And what's she doing here?"

Lance pulled the USB drive out of the computer. "Being her usual self," he replied.

"Jen, you were ordered to take a break," Jill said. "You need to relax."

"I AM RELAXED!" Jen roared.

Jill rolled her eyes. "Clearly."

"Jen, I've got five words to say," Lance said sharply. At that very moment, the other door burst open to reveal two dozen pissed off henchmen. Lance put the data in Jen's hand and shoved her out of the door into Jill's and Duke's waiting arms.

"GET HER ASS TO BARBADOS!" Lance yelled, pulling out a knife and throwing it at the hydraulics to the door, forcing it shut. He did two consecutive backflips, pulled out two guns mid-flip, and opened fire on the bad guys. Several of them took hits and fell as Lance ran for the stairwell and ascended.

A door to the roof of the building burst open and Lance emerged from it. He ran to the edge of the roof only to find no way off. He ducked behind an air vent and fired away as more enemies emerged on the roof. He eventually ran out of ammunition and was surrounded.

They moved him by the edge of the roof, and a man in a sharp suit walked up to him in triumph. Lance knew the man quite well. Lance had brought down Daniel Quinn's organization in his first assignment as an agent ten years ago. However, it appeared Quinn had rebuilt it.

"Lance McCall," Quinn teased. "I killed you ten years ago. Why aren't you dead?"

He shrugged. "I suck at it," Lance replied with a smile. "So I thought I would come back for an encore performance."

"Only this time, I win."

Quinn aimed his gun at Lance. "Shame you made two big mistakes, Quinn," Lance said. "Firstly, you concentrated all of your effort on capturing me, which means all the files on your organization are at least ten minutes away by now."

"And the second?" Quinn demanded as he cocked his gun.

Lance glanced back and forth at the two men flanking him. "I never let a little thing like death get in my way."

Lance reached out to grab the guns of the two henchmen on either side of him. He jumped off the roof, firing at Quinn as he did so. He fell towards the ground. He then dropped the weapons, pulled out a piton gun and fired, the piton embedding itself into the building across the street.

"CUT!" Director Pete Lauer called.

Jimmy Slade landed dead-center into the airbag placed in the hotel parking lot. Immediately a half-dozen assistants and stuntmen went to check on him. He got up and waved to the large crowd that had gathered, which erupted into applause when they saw he was OK. He smiled. Even though he would have had no problem doing the stunt over and over, the producers and stunt crew…not to mention the insurance company…preferred that he got it on the first try. They had held their collective breath yesterday when Jimmy had to do the second part of the stunt: swinging from a rope to grab onto a flagpole. But that also only needed one try.

Given what had happened to him since meeting Chuck, this was a piece of cake.

It had been almost six months since Bryce stole the Intersect data and sent it to Chuck. Sarah and her team thought it was going to be a simple retrieval; take back the Intersect data and go home. Nobody ever expected things to go the way they did. And given Jimmy's horrible past regarding the Intersect, he was the most fearful over someone having all of those government secrets in their head. But Chuck kept surprising the four of them at every turn. Thanks to him, they fought off Fulcrum, stopped a Russian crime boss, and apprehended two of the most elusive and dangerous criminals in the world. He knew he was spot on when he told Chuck he was the best asset the team ever had to protect.

And given Chuck was even better as a friend to the team than he was as an asset, it guaranteed the team was well motivated to keep him protected and get the Intersect out of him so he could go on to an even better life.

Sarah had told Chuck he was capable of anything, and certainly nobody on the team could dispute that, especially given he saved Sarah's life again when Sasha Banacheck held her hostage. Jimmy wasn't sure if Chuck would want to join the CIA after the Intersect was out, but Chuck could certainly count on a letter of recommendation from him if he wanted to do so.

"Nice work, Jimmy," Chuck said as Jimmy walked out of the airbag.

"Thanks," Jimmy replied. "Gotta love the irony of this. Everybody was going crazy about me doing the jump when we've both done that in the last couple of months…and for real. No stunt coordinator, no airbag, nothing."

"Maybe that's what I'll do once I get the Intersect out of me."

"Be a stuntman?" Chuck nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I'm sure Ellie would totally embrace you doing that," Jimmy replied with a grin.

"Slade! What's up!"

Jimmy turned in the direction of the voice. "Todd, what is happening!"

LL Cool J walked up to Chuck and Jimmy, shaking Jimmy's hand and giving him a pound-hug. "How have you been? Nice work on the jump there."

"Thanks. I'm doing good." He then pointed to Chuck. "I'm sure you know who this is."

"Carmichael, yes," LL Cool J replied, shaking Chuck's hand. "Going out with the second-most beautiful girl in Hollywood. Lucky guy."

"This is true," Chuck replied, still in shock he was not only talking to LL Cool J, but that Jimmy and he appeared to be old friends.

"Speaking of which, how is Simone?" Jimmy asked.

"She's great. Kids grew up way too fast for us, though. We're gonna be empty nesters before we know it."

"Aaah, you're still young. Give her a big hug for me."

"You got it, man. And when are you coming on LSB? You owe me for the guest spot last season. We want you and C in the third season premiere. Teigen and me think you two are the only ones who could top the Tatums!"

"Hey, the producers talked you into the guest spot. I had nothing to do with it. That was a fun episode, though."

"That it was. Be good, you two," LL replied, giving both Chuck and Jimmy pound-hugs before departing.

Chuck turned to Jimmy. "OK, there isn't a part of that whole conversation I don't need explained."

"Great guy," Jimmy said. "I'm allowed call him by his real name, so I guess he thinks I'm OK. Total family man, by the way. Don't let that hard-ass rapper personality fool you. You saw his guest spot on the show last year, right?" Chuck nodded. "I was just getting started at the time, and he gave me a lot of good advice on how to work the character of Lance McCall. Except now he EP's and hosts Lip Sync Battle and calls me once a month to talk me into going on that show."

"Why don't you? You'd be so awesome! Morgan and me were pissing in our pants laughing when you were on Fallon singing Baby Got Back as Joe Cocker!"

"Because he wants me to go up against Carina." Chuck threw his hands up in confusion. "Chuck, there's no way in hell I'm beating Carina on that show. I could lip-sync Pavarotti and the crowd would still pick her because she'll wear next to nothing and put on some sultry act and kick my ass!"

"God, you are so ridiculous," Chuck chided him. "You and Carina would do better than Channing and Jenna Tatum. You two save the country for a living and have, like, no fear of anything and…"

Chuck suddenly went behind Jimmy and ducked down.

"Uh, Chuck?" Jimmy said. "You're four inches taller than me, so I don't think I make the greatest brick wall for you."

"She's…she's here," Chuck said nervously.

"Who?" Jimmy asked.

Chuck pointed with a very shaky hand across the way. "It's Jill."

Jimmy looked on in confusion. "Jill?"

"Jill."

"Jill…Jill?"

"Jill Jill."

"That Jill?"

"That Jill."

"Your Jill?"

"My Jill."

Jimmy stared for a moment. "She must have been quite a thrill since she's clearly made you lose your will. But that's your Jill?"

"Yes!" Chuck growled in exasperation. "Jill! That Jill! My Jill!"

"Dude, chill! Take a pill! She's making you ill. You look ready to kill over Jill." Chuck looked like he wanted to strangle Jimmy. "Sorry, I thought we had an Inigo Montoya-Fezzik thing going."

"No, we are not rhyming like it's The Princess Bride."

"Geez, way to hurt my pride."

"Chuck? Chuck Bartowski."

Jill came up to Chuck and Jimmy. Chuck straightened up. "Jill, hi."

The two got together in a very awkward hug. "This is Jimmy," Chuck said as he pointed in his direction.

"Nice to meet you," Jill said to him, shaking his hand. "Chuck and I go way back. Great stunt you just did."

"Thanks," Jimmy replied shyly, not exactly knowing how to react in front of Chuck's ex. "Were you here to watch the episode being filmed?"

"I got here early. There's a medical conference at the hotel starting tomorrow." She turned to Chuck. "I got my PhD in biomedical engineering."

"Did you?" Chuck said.

"Yeah. I'll be giving a presentation at the conference on infectious diseases. But you seem to be doing quite well, dating Sarah Walker."

"Why…yes. Yes, things are going great."

A man walked up to the three. "Oh, and this is my boss," Jill continued. "Dr. Guy LaFleur."

Jimmy went to shake his hand, but LaFleur pulled his hands back. "I work with germs, so…you know…"

"Right, of course," Jimmy replied. He glanced over at Chuck, who appeared to be frozen. He turned to Jill and LaFleur. "Well, enjoy the conference. Stop by the studio if you want and we'll give you the nickel tour."

"Great," Jill replied. "See you later, Chuck. I'm staying at the Hotel Waldron. Maybe we can catch up more."

Jill and LaFleur departed. Jimmy turned to Chuck. "You flashed?"

Chuck nodded in pain. "Is anybody in my life not in the Intersect?"

"Did you flash on Jill or LaFleur?"

"LaFleur. I think he's produced or will be producing some type of biological weapon."

Jimmy was chagrined. "OK, let's get everybody together and see what's going on."

Hotel Amarano - Burbank, CA
March 1, 2016
1:00 PM PST

"Your ex-girlfriend's boss, Guy LaFleur, is the head research scientist for the European company Cole-MacGregor Pharmaceuticals," Beckman told Chuck as she analyzed the report Jimmy had sent her. "MI-6 has reports that he may have developed a bioweapon which he plans to sell to the highest bidder."

"Is Jill involved?" Chuck asked.

"It's your job to find out, Chuck. The team will surveil Dr. LaFleur. We need you to reconnect with Jill. Find out what she knows about Guy. Meet with her and see if you flash on anything she says or anyone you meet."

The screen went blank, and Chuck slumped into his chair.

"What's wrong, Chuck?" Carina asked.

"She…she doesn't get it. Does anybody get it?" Chuck's anger was building. "She wants me to talk with my ex? OK, she destroyed me. She took all of my confidence, my mojo…"

"You had mojo?" Casey asked in confusion, which could easily be interpreted as sarcasm.

"I was…on my way! Oh, and she also slept with Bryce Larkin."

"Hmph. Who hasn't."

"Chuck, I know she hurt you, but this is very important," Sarah said gently. "You've done a lot for the CIA and it's not fair to make you responsible for this, but you're our best shot at getting any information from her."

Chuck sat there in silence. Jimmy timidly waved his hand. "Uh, not to be a complete pain in the ass…"

"You mean you aren't one by default?" Casey quipped.

Jimmy gave Casey an evil look before turning back to the team. "…but how does Chuck get his ex to open up to him when he's 'dating' someone way better?"

Chuck looked at Jimmy for a moment before staring out into space. He then straightened in his chair and turned to Sarah.

"We have to break up."

Everyone stared in shock at Chuck. "Break up?" Sarah asked.

Chuck nodded as a wave of confidence began to build in him. "We let it leak that Sarah and I decided to 'just be friends'. But Jill will automatically assume Sarah dumped me. I mean, why would I dump her?"

"Whoah, whoah, wait." Jimmy waved his hands back and forth. "Think this through, Chuck. Do you know how bad you're going to look to the entire country? There is no way we can spin this story without turning you into an asshole. Nobody will ever take your side over Sarah's. To the public, she's the ass-kicking Julia Roberts."

"That's the beauty of it. Anyone who knows me well enough won't believe the press and will assume she dumped me, including Jill. Then I can play the sympathy card and get close to her."

"But that would make Sarah look bad to Ellie, Devon, and Morgan," Carina countered. "You'd have to keep up the charade with them, too. You'd have to act devastated in their eyes, and they may resent both you and Sarah when we put you two back together. Is it worth putting your family and friends through all of that?"

"Is it worth getting that biological weapon back if LaFleur is trying to sell one?"

Sarah stared at Chuck for what felt like an eternity. She then nodded slowly. "Chuck's right. That's the best course of action. Casey, contact the P.R. department and set up the statement we'll leak to the media. Jimmy and Carina, get ready to be mobbed by the tabloids. Only you two will say anything to them, and only what we want them to hear. We have to keep them away from Chuck as best as we can once this is announced."

Chuck, Casey, and Jimmy exited the conference room. "I was right," Casey said to Chuck. "No brains, but a big set of balls."

"It's the best plan under the circumstances," Chuck replied.

"Besides, love is for suckers."

Chuck looked at his attire as they made it to the elevators. "I wonder what I should wear when I meet Jill," he said to himself.

Casey scoffed. "Sucker."

"Are you sure about this, Sarah?" Carina asked her best friend. "This will be like trying to go through a minefield on a bulldozer."

Sarah nodded. "We need this."

"We've given Chuck the green light to reconnect with his ex-girlfriend, and he's still hung up on her. You and I might be able to handle that scenario, but he's never done anything like this before. I'm worried about both of you. And how it would affect all of us. You may not like what happens. Are you sure you can let him do this and still be able to look in the mirror tomorrow?"

Sarah looked down at the ground. "If someone does get that biological weapon and thousands die because we didn't do our jobs, I sure as hell wouldn't be able to look in the mirror then."

Carina walked over to Sarah and gave her a hug. "OK. We'll take the ride with you. You'll always have that."

A tiny smile graced Sarah's lips. Someone who could crack Carina's shell like Chuck had deserved a shot.

"That's all I ever need," Sarah replied, squeezing her friend tightly.

O.C. Studios - Hollywood, CA
March 2, 2016
3:00 PM PST

The team quickly discovered the one disadvantage of being one of the most popular TV shows in the world: any little hiccup tended to result in a tabloid feeding frenzy. And the leaked story about Chuck and Sarah's 'breakup' meant they just fed the media a giant steak.

They had prepared for this. Sarah walked right past the gauntlet of cameras with the tiniest tear in her eyes, and Chuck was nowhere to be found. That left Jimmy and Carina to pick up the pieces. They couldn't have had more questions thrown at them if they spent an entire year on Jeopardy!

"What happened, Jimmy?"

"Carina, does Charles still work at the studio?"

"Who dumped who?"

"How can Carmichael be so stupid?"

"OK, enough!" Jimmy growled. "Yes, Chuck still works here. He didn't get the job because he was Sarah's boyfriend, so why should he get fired for not being her boyfriend? There's no animosity; they're still friends."

"They just need their space," Carina added. "Something they're going to try and get away from all of you. The show is on hiatus for a few weeks anyway. There's two episodes left to film this season."

"Will Chuck be back next season?"

Jimmy threw his hands up in surrender. "We haven't even been told if the show will be back, so how can I answer that?"

"We have to go," Carina said and grabbed Jimmy's hand. The two walked away, and the throng of reporters went to their cameras, tablets, and mobile phones to relay the news.

~/^\~

"Chuck!"

Ellie was in shock as Chuck walked into the apartment, his entire body slumped. "Are you OK?" she asked. "I just saw what they were saying on the news."

"It's fine, El," Chuck replied with no enthusiasm at all. "Don't get all big-sistery on me. We…I mean I…"

"No. She had no reason to do that to you. And she was the nicest person in the world! What happened?"

"It's not her, Ellie. She's just…she's under a lot of pressure with the show and being in the spotlight like that. She has all of these exes blabbing off to the tabloids. She couldn't stand to keep putting me through that. I just…" Chuck let the words trail off.

Ellie pulled him into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Chuck. What she did to you is not fair. I don't care what you have to do. If you like someone, you do whatever it takes to make it work."

"Thanks."

"Hey, how about we go out for dinner tonight? Just to get your mind off of things?"

Chuck shook his head. "I'm actually going out somewhere tonight."

"Where?"

"Um, Jill's in town…and she wanted to catch up on old times."

"Jill?"

"She was at the hotel yesterday watching us film and wanted to see how I was doing."

"No, no no no! Absolutely not! There is no scenario where you should be meeting up with the girl who dumped you. Especially after Sarah just did the same thing! I mean, Jill broke your heart and slept with your best friend!"

Chuck exhaled. "For someone who claims they're not an overprotective big sister, you're not very good at it."

"OK, but I just know that she hurt you and I don't want to see you go through that over and over. She broke your heart once; don't let her do it again. But…"

Ellie imitated zipping her mouth shut and throwing away the key. "Yeah, you always do that," Chuck replied, giving a little huff of frustration.

Hotel Waldron – Los Angeles, CA
March 2, 2016
8:30 PM PST

Jill walked into the lounge. She found Chuck at the bar where he said he would be two hours ago. He hadn't said much to her on the phone, but looking at him now, it was obvious something bad had happened to him since yesterday. Given he had the same look on his face when he left Stanford that day in April when he tried to get her back, she had a highly-educated guess as to why he appeared so downcast.

"Chuck?" she said quietly as she walked up to him. She ordered a drink from the bartender and pointed to Chuck's empty glass , requesting a refill for him.

"Jill, hey," Chuck replied with zero energy. "How are you?"

"I'm good. I heard about what happened. Are you OK?"

"I'm trying to be. I'm just…I don't know what I did wrong. Did I do something to drive her away? Did I not do something and that made her push me away?"

"No, it was definitely not you."

"What, then? I…I lost you. I was still in love with you and you went and slept with Bryce. I never stole those tests."

Jill looked at the ground. "I…I handled that badly. But Bryce found the tests in your room."

"You should have trusted me. You should have believed me."

"I do believe you, Chuck."

"No, I needed you to believe me then."

Jill nodded. "I should have believed you at Stanford. There are a lot of things I should have done differently."

Chuck sat back in his chair. Clearly he was making Jill upset and she didn't deserve it. "I'm sorry. It's just…"

Jill took his hand. "You've had a rough day. I mean, breakups are bad enough. But to have to do it with the whole world watching it's…I can't even imagine it."

Chuck nodded quietly. "Thanks."

~/^\~

"Quite a performance. I'm impressed."

Casey nodded in approval as the team sat outside of the hotel in a surveillance van keeping an eye on both Dr. LaFleur and Chuck and Jill.

"I hope that's all it is," Carina replied. "That bitch doesn't deserve another chance."

"Getting all weepy on us, Miller?" Casey taunted. "Never heard you defend Bartowski like that. You're starting to freak me out."

"Enough, you two," Sarah admonished. "We're in the middle of a mission and we're already out on a big limb letting Chuck do this."

"Guy just ordered some dinner," Jimmy said as he listened in on the bug in his room.

~/^\~

"You know, give me one second," Chuck told Jill. He got up from the bar, walked a few steps away from Jill, and returned with a smile on his face. "OK, that self-pitying loser who was sitting here? Looked a bit like Chuck Bartowski? It turns out he was an impostor. I just kung-fu'd him and he won't be bothering you anymore."

Jill laughed. "Good," she replied. "I always loved this version of you better."

"Me, too," Chuck replied warmly.

"This is…this is what I missed," Jill said, moving closer to Chuck.

"You did?" Chuck moved closer as well.

"One of the things I wish I did differently," Jill purred as she closed her eyes, her lips mere inches from Chuck's.

Outside in the van, Sarah tensed up. She tried to not give away what she was feeling right now, but she knew everybody could see what she saw. They looked a bit tense as well.

Just before Chuck closed his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a waiter grabbing a bottle of wine from the bar and putting it on a room service cart. He began to flash on the man's neck tattoo, seeing images of a beach, a governmental meeting, and several shots of the man murdering various people. He also saw his code name: Wolf Den.

Chuck pulled back quickly. "What's wrong?" Jill asked.

"Nothing! Nothing, sorry. Just caught a glimpse of that waiter getting a bottle of wine. It looked pretty expensive, so I hope he isn't some sort of impostor. Talk about doing something bad."

Jill looked at him in confusion, but the team scrambled to get eyes on the man Chuck identified. Jimmy punched up the elevator camera and saw the waiter enter, hitting the button for the 11th floor.

"Eleventh. That's Guy's floor," Jimmy said quickly, reaching for his gun. Sarah, Casey, Carina, and Jimmy poured out of the van with their weapons at the ready.

Wolf Den knocked on LaFleur's door. "Room service, sir," he called out.

LaFleur opened the door. "Just put it over there, please."

Wolf Den wheeled the cart into the room as Guy returned to the desk. He then quietly dead-bolted the door. As the team reached the elevator and went upstairs, Wolf Den came up behind LaFleur and put him in a choke hold. LaFleur tried to break free, but he couldn't get out of Wolf Den's grasp. They fell backwards and smashed the bar. Wolf Den got the upper hand, tossing LaFleur to the ground and kicking him in the head. He then grabbed LaFleur and threw him out of the window

Sarah tried the door. "It's bolted from the inside."

"Stand back," Jimmy warned. He opened fire at the deadbolt with both guns, decimating it. Casey kicked in the door, and Sarah and Carina went charging in. They checked the closets, bathroom, and even under the bed.

"Clear," Sarah said in barely-contained anger.

"Someone has the bioweapon," Carina said in equal anger.

Downstairs, Chuck looked out the window of the bar when he heard what sounded like a scream…and saw LaFleur hit the ground.

"Chuck, Guy's not in his room," Casey said.

Chuck looked in revulsion at the broken body of Guy LaFleur. "I know."