A/N Hi guys, look this was the longest chapter I'd ever written at the time. I've gotten much longer since. I'm sorry if it's boring, problem is I really like it. Plus, the guy I pay to stroke my ego says it's the best I've ever written. I know I can trust him. Okay here's another surprise. This story was supposed to end with chapter 13… yes, I can count, will somebody show that guy out please. The problem is the characters have so much left to do, so writing this chapter has added 3 or 4 more (More like 30 more). I know, I know, it's getting expensive… What excuse me a moment… What do you mean they're not paying for it? Hey! You're not paying for it, so quit your bitchin' and read the damn chapter.

A Heart Torn

A Charah Tale

By Lord Rapier

Edited and guided by CliffM

Chapter 17:

Is It Your Intention To Have Me Shot?

Casey turns around, "Chuck that is the VC-25A. Referred to as SAM (Special Air Mission) 28000. It's only called Air Force One if the President is on board."

Chuck sits back relieved, "Whew! You scared the crap out of me. So he's not on board?"

Casey smiles a big shit eating grin, "Oh, he's on board. That's Air Force One. Still want to wear your jeans and chucks?"

Chuck starts to spiral, "What… wait… the President. Sarah, the President is on that plane. We can't go up there… this is a joke, right?"

Zondra starts to laugh, "Face it Chuckles, you're a frackin' hero. You're about to shake the hand of the President of the United States."

Sarah takes his hand and kisses his knuckles, "Not only that Sweetheart, we'll also be taking our meals with him. In addition, we'll have our own stateroom up there, high in the sky."

Chuck gets a big grin of his own, "Well I guess, if I don't have a choice. I'm glad you dressed for the occasion Sarah. Wait a minute, you're going to meet the President. But Sarah you don't have…"

Sarah quickly interjects, "CHUCK… I'm certain I'm wearing the appropriate clothes, now hush."

Chuck realizes they're not alone, "You knew, you all knew. Sarah, you promised me no more secrets."

Sarah kisses his hand again, "Baby, this isn't a secret, it's a surprise. We didn't want you to be nervous last night. We were hoping you would relax and have some fun." Sarah's voice goes deep, "Suck it up Marine, cause you're about to meet the President. And he is about to meet the finest, most wonderful man there is."

Zondra pulls up to the stairs leading up to the open door on the aircraft, "Good luck guys, I'll miss you. I really will, especially you Sarah."

Casey gives her another one of his grins, "What are you talking about Rizzo? You're not done yet. You're coming up there with us. You heard Beckman, your boss wants to meet you."

Zondra's eyes go wide, "Not a chance, this is Chuck's moment. You don't need me. I'm heading back to the office."

As they're speaking the car is surrounded by men in cheap dark suits, each of them wearing an earpiece. The one standing directly in front of the car puts his hand to his ear, then nods his head. The four doors open simultaneously. The Agent who was in front of the car walks around to Casey's door." Good morning, General, the President is expecting the four of you. He, the First Lady, and General Beckman are anxious for you to join them for breakfast. The President asked me to express his apologies that he could not greet you personally. We were concerned with the open exposure. I've been informed that no search will be necessary. I would appreciate if you would declare your weapons." Zondra grunts, realizing she's committed, like it or not.

Each, team member, in turn tells the Secret Service Agent what weapon they're carrying. He smiles as he repeats each weapon into his sleeve. "Thank you, gentlemen, ladies, if you'll follow me the President is eager to meet you. Your belongings will be carried aboard. Station Chief Rizzo, your car will be brought around when you're ready to depart."

The Agent walks to the staircase, followed by Casey, Sarah, Chuck, and Rizzo, he points to the top. Climbing to the top of the stairs and through the open door, they turn right. The President is standing just inside the door, Beckman to his right, just behind him. Casey immediately brings his right hand up in a salute, the President returns the salute, and offers his hand. Casey shakes it. The President still shaking Casey's hand, "General Beckman, if you'll do the honors."

Beckman steps up, "Of course Mr. President, this is Brigadier General John Casey USMC. She points to Sarah, "This is your former Chief of Station Naples, Sarah Walker, or Sarah, may I?" Sarah looks at Chuck, his eyes wide, transfixed on the President. She pulls his sleeve. Chuck nods rapidly, his nerves showing. Beckman smiles, "Mr. President, allow me to introduce you to Sarah Bartowski. They were married on board the Ford. Sir, that's a closely guarded secret, their family doesn't know yet."

The President offers his hand, Sarah takes it, "Congratulations, two of our nation's finest together. I like it. My lips are sealed."

Beckman points to Zondra, "This is your new Chief of Station, Naples, Zondra Rizzo," The president offers his hand and Zondra shakes it."

Beckman now points at Chuck, "Last, but certainly not least, Batman, Colonel Carmichael, USMC, Charles Bartowski… Chuck."

The President steps in front of Chuck and offers his hand. Chuck just stares at it. Sarah pushes his arm. "Chuck, shake the President's hand."

Chuck brings his eyes up, "Holy shit, you're the President."

The President laughs, "Last time I looked in the mirror Chuck, yes. I hope you don't mind. I'd like to hug the man who saved my butt." He wraps his arms around Chuck and squeezes, "By the way, in private, my friends call me Frank. You're all my friends." Releasing Chuck he turns and waves his hand. Now come on, Joyce is in the dining room. She's dying to meet all of you.

As everyone enters the dining room, the President introduces everyone to his wife. FLOTUS ecstatically welcomes the newlyweds. Chuck is very shy, and uncomfortable, he tugs at his uniform collar. The president notices, "General, Colonel, please make yourselves comfortable. The formalities are over, those uniforms look very uncomfortable. Please let's relax." He removes his jacket and tie. Chuck doesn't hesitate to follow his example. Casey grunts his disapproval, but also removes his tunic and tie.

The president sits and everyone joins him at the table." General Casey, John, I'm told that, you left a very unhappy Captain Kirk on board the Ford."

Casey is bewildered, "Excuse me Mr. President, I don't understand."

The President leans back, "The name is Frank. It seems that paperwork, with your signature on it, reached my desk just before we departed for Italy. The Ford is not Billeted (an assigned slot) for a Culinary Specialist Master Chief, and so because you pushed for his promotion Julian Child needed to be reassigned."

Casey is visibly upset, Mr. Pres…Frank, I never intended…"

The President holds up his hand, "Nevertheless, the damage was done. Deny the promotion or reassign him. I chose to reassign him. His new position was also based on your glowing evaluation of his skills."

The galley door opens, and valets walk in with plates of food placed in the center of the table, eggs, pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, steak, typical breakfast foods. A valet places empty plates in front of all the guests, except one, Sarah's. She looks on bewildered, wondering why she doesn't get to eat. A man comes out of the galley behind Sarah and places a plate in front of her, it's a veggie pizza, no olives.

Sarah is puzzled, The President smiles, "My new chef insisted. He said only people who've hugged him can have one."

Sarah looks over her shoulder. She jumps up and throws her arms around the man, "Senior!"

Julian hugs her back, "No disrespect Ma'am, but thanks to you folks, it's Master now."

Chuck starts to clap, and everyone joins. When the noise dies down the President announces, "Master Chief Child will be leading my kitchen staff at the White House and will be my personal chef when we travel. It seems that Air Force One is Billeted for A Master Chief.

Now everyone please dig in, we have to get Station Chief Rizzo, back to her office. I want to know how Shaw and Decker did what they did. I hope you weren't expecting a walk in the park Zondra. I'll be holding your feet to the fire. I want answers. I assure you, you'll have the cooperation of Justice, the Agency, the NSA, and anything else you need. This cannot happen again. I've been assured that you're the woman for the job."

Zondra blushes and seems to be at a loss for words, finally pushing out, "Thank you for your confidence in me Sir."

The President laughs, "It's not my confidence Zondra. I barely know you. It's Sarah's confidence, and General Beckman seems to agree. Now let's eat, I'm starved, and the First Lady wants to hear more about the wedding."

Chuck is excited as he relates the details to the First Couple. The President laughs, "Smacked you right across the ass, did she? Good girl. I'm a Navy man myself. Spent many an hour chipping paint and swabbing decks as an enlisted man. The Navy paid my way through college and law school. Well, you can see what a waste that was." The company at the table laughs.

Finishing his breakfast, the President pushes his plate away and leans back, "Now on to other business. General Beckman, how is it that everyone in your chain of command thinks they can say no to me?"

Beckman looks mortified, "Mr. President, I assure you, that is not how I train my people. It would seem that Mr. Bartowski has had a terrible effect on General Casey, and Agent Walker. Somehow, he's convinced them that doing the right thing is more important than following orders. I'm praying that he hasn't been around Rizzo long enough to have that same negative influence."

The President looks at Zondra, "Station Chief Rizzo, should I be concerned?"

Zondra looks around the table, clearly terrified. "Mr. President, if I'm half the agent, that Sarah Walker is. If I'm blessed to have a team like this, that has my back. I'll get the job done. However, Sir I do have to be honest, I would be honored if someone were to call me out, by saying that I'm acting like Chuck Bartowski. He's a man of skill, bravery, and integrity. If that's not what you expect of me, then I'll be glad to submit my resignation."

Chuck looks shocked as the blush rises in his face. Sarah takes his hand and smiles as she squeezes it. The President shakes his head and slams his hand on the table. "Well Chuck, it would appear that you've inspired yet one more mutineer. He smiles, "Thank you. Chief Rizzo, get off my plane. You get me those answers. You're dismissed."

Zondra stands, the President stands with her and offers his hand, she shakes it. "Stay in touch with General Beckman, until we find you a new Director. Let her know what you need," he steps aside. "Team, feel free to walk your colleague to the door. When you're done with your goodbyes, meet me in the SCIF."

The First Lady shakes Zondra's hand, "Do good work. Don't let Frank scare you, he's on your side."

The four friends walk to the door. Zondra turns and hugs Casey, "John, thanks for the moments, they were good. I hope to see you soon. I understand I'll be coming to Burbank for a wedding in the near future. Maybe you could put a friend up." Casey hugs her back and grunts.

Chuck steps up, The tears are flowing freely now. "Z, I'm glad we worked things out. I hope I didn't hurt you."

Zondra hugs him tight, "I'm fine Chuckles. I'm glad we worked things out too. You take care of my girl. If you hurt her… nah, who am I kidding, you would kick my ass. I also know you would never hurt her."

Chuck squeezes her tight, "I promise, I'll take good care of her. If you ever need us, just yell. We have your back."

Zondra lets go of Chuck, he and Casey walk away. She turns to Sarah, wrapping her arms around her. She takes a deep breath, "Sarah, if I weren't so damn jealous of you, I would be soooo pissed. I can't believe you're leaving me. You turned down Director of the Agency, for a man. But I would trade with you in a heartbeat. You're one lucky girl. I'm really going to miss you though. I honestly don't know if I can fill your shoes. I hope you're prepared for lots of long-distance phone calls."

Sarah hugs her hard, "I'm gonna miss you too Z, you're going to do great. We'll always be here if you need us. I know you don't fully understand yet, but Chuck called you family. I can't explain, what that means to him, but you'll see. You'll never be alone. Think about this. After what I did to him. I left him at the altar, broke his heart, disappeared for two years, and that man forgave me. He loves me like it never happened. I'm sorry I'm leaving, but I'm doing the right thing, for me, for him, and for you too. I'll miss you. Now go kick ass, like only you can."

Zondra gives Sarah one last squeeze, kisses her on the cheek and walks out the door and down the stairs. Sarah waves as she watches Zondra climb into her waiting car. The stairs are pulled back and the door is closed. Sarah turns, to see Chuck waiting for her at the end of the corridor. She smiles and thinks, of course he's waiting for me.

The debrief in the SCIF, (Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility, is a secure place where sensitive information can be viewed and discussed to prevent outside surveillance or spying), was not nearly as cordial as breakfast. In an angry voice, "Tell me Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski, where do you find the audacity to refuse me when I request that you serve your country?" Chuck and Sarah sit quietly. The president is incensed, "That was not a rhetorical question."

Chuck takes a deep breath, "Is it your intention to have me shot, sir?"

The President is taken aback, "Chuck, I implied no such thing."

Chuck nods his head, "Good to know, but if you continue to talk to my wife in that tone of voice, I may leave you no choice." Sarah squeezes his hand.

General Beckman stands up, outraged, "Mr. Bartowski, you're talking to the President of the United States."

Chuck shrugs his shoulders. "I thought I was talking to my friend Frank, who just tried to intimidate my wife."

The President stares at Chuck, then smiles. He waves Beckman back into her seat. "Touché Chuck. I can see that Agent Rizzo did not oversell. Very well, let's start over. Agent Wal… Bartowski…, Sarah, I need you. Your country needs you."

Sarah looks at Chuck, he's staring straight ahead at a blank monitor on the wall. She takes a deep breath, "Frank, if someone, due to negligence, stole Joyce from you for two years, would you trust them, want to work for them?"

The President spreads his hands out in front of him, "Surely, you can't blame me for that."

Chuck smiles. "Frank, may I ask you some questions, that may answer your question."

The President leans back, "This should be fun. Fire away."

Chuck begins, "Who selected the Director of the CIA?"

The President responds, "I did, my staff vetted him, then his selection was advised and consented by Congress."

Chuck smiles, his eyes wide, he rocks his head playfully, "Wow, lots of smart people approved your choice. Who did he report to?"

The President sits up, "Okay, he reported to me."

Chuck nods and leans in, "Seems about right. Is there some reason you didn't know that a man under your direct supervision went rogue? That he was in league with a domestic terrorist for over two years? A man who escaped from a prison under the control, of your intelligence service. A man who has attempted, personally, to kill my wife twice." Chuck's voice is slightly raised. "Yet, we weren't informed that he was at large. He was able to try, once again, to kill her, and add four thousand sailors, and half of Europe to the death toll. Tell me Frank who should we point at?

Diane wasn't it just a short while ago that Frank held you responsible for our behavior. I believe as he put it, "Everyone in your chain of command". No, we don't hold you personally responsible, but we do hold you responsible. We also have no assurances it couldn't happen again."

Sarah pats Chuck's hand and whispers, "Take a breath Baby, Frank wasn't trying to hurt me." Chuck lets out a long breath and sits back.

The President looks at Chuck, "All right, you have me. I've been out lawyered by a computer tech. The buck stops here, you got me. My hands aren't clean. That doesn't change the fact that I need your wife, I need you both. Do I need to remind you Chuck, that Intersect in your head came from stolen government files?"

Casey has remained silent up till now, "Mr. President, Chuck is a man of integrity. He's not a politician, he's not a soldier. He's served his country well. Clearly above and beyond any man I've ever met. I could say the same about Walker. I'm a soldier, you want to order me around, Fine, I'll follow orders. But you need to leave them the hell alone."

Beckman jumps up again, "General Casey, I will have you court martialed."

Once again, the President waves Beckman back into her seat, "Diane please sit down, Chuck was right. I agree, friends don't threaten each other, and John made some exceptionally good points. Casey, you have my permission to speak your mind. I heard you, loud and clear. Now, let's get back to the Intersect, that is government property."

Chuck smiles, "Is it Frank? The Intersect that Bryce Larkin stole was suppressed by one of your undercover agents. Then it was restored from a computer, my father's computer, that one of your agents stole from my sister. That version of the Intersect was removed by another of your rogue agents, Decker. Who also, by the way, almost killed my wife… twice.

Now, you seem to believe that I still have the Intersect. I regret to inform you, I felt it fading as we approached Air Force One. I may have screwed up. I over indulged last night. I think alcohol may not be good for the Intersect. Perhaps you'll want to smuggle me out of the country and force me to use the Intersect. My wife, Casey, and others have already proven, they won't tolerate that."

The President stands and paces around the small space. He stops in front of Beckman. "You commanded these people for four years. How did you survive?"

Beckman remains calm when she says, "Sir, what Casey was trying to tell you, in his own way, is you're going about this all wrong. When you needed Chuck, and Sarah they were there for you. You have no idea what they had to go through to do that, both of them. I have an inkling, but they went through it, I didn't. Casey has always been a good Marine, and he just assured you he always will be..

Beckman closes her eyes, "They're like my kids, I watched them grow up. I watched Chuck mature and become not just an agent, but a leader as well. I watched Sarah become a woman, not just a wildcard enforcer. And I worked with Casey when he discovered that he was more than a Marine. I watched all three of them go through hell, give up the lives they wanted, in service to our country. It's time to let them live their lives, while they're still young enough to do that. I guess, I agree with John, I won't support them making the same mistakes that I did."

The President looks at Beckman, his shock written all over his face.

Beckman sees it, but it doesn't stop her, "When I needed them. When I told you how to call on them, they were there. I believe they always will be. However, let's give them some space, to recover. Sir, you've just experienced Chuck firsthand, he's the best at what he does. Better than any other. Consider this, do you really want him interacting with your political enemies," she laughs, "Or your political friends, who could easily become enemies?" The President shakes his head.

"Take a look at them. What do you think is going to happen if you try to keep them more than ten feet apart? To be honest with you sir, what you're asking of them, it's not who they are. I know, I agreed with you at first, my faith in them is that strong. But maybe I was wrong."

Beckman puts her hand over her eyes, rubbing her temples, "It's not all on you Sir, I brought Shaw into their lives, and Decker. They both tried to kill them, more than once." She leans back, "Casey is right, leave them the hell alone. If they haven't had enough, I have."

The President falls into his seat, flabbergasted, he lets go a heavy sigh. He looks around the room, at the monitors and communication gear mounted on the walls. "I may be the most powerful man on the planet. Yet here I am, getting beat up by my own people." He places his right palm over his left fist. Putting his elbows on the table he then rests his chin on them.

He thinks for a few moments… then sits back, "Very well, I accept your answers. General Casey, you'll be retired at your present rank, you have your thirty years. You won't be called up again. Agent Walker, excuse me Bartowski, you'll receive your civil service retirement. Colonel Carmichael, through a special act of congress will retire with twenty years of service."

Chuck raises his hand, "Um, Mr. President… Frank… um I would like to pass on that offer. I have no need of the government's money nor any desire to be connected to the military. It's just not me. Perhaps we could make it, like I never wore this uniform. Mr. President, I would like to remind you, I didn't need to tell you that I have this capability. I developed this iteration of the Intersect, based on my father's design. A design he developed long after he left government service. The General was right, we were there when you needed us."

The President nods his head, "Fine, fine, whatever you want. General Beckman I have to say, you must be one hell of a leader to have corralled this group." He stands up, "I want to thank the three of you for all you've done, for me, for your country. I'm sorry for my role in any misfortune that may have befallen you. I hope there are no hard feelings. Now if the three of you will excuse us, General Beckman and I have a few fires we need to put out. We'll see you at lunch, feel free to roam about as you like. Um Chuck perhaps it's best if you don't fly my plane, too many witnesses."

Chuck looks at him bewildered, "I'm sorry Mr. President, I'm not a pilot. I wouldn't know the first thing about flying a jet." Chuck shivers, "Whoa, just the thought is scary."

The President stares at Chuck then looks at Casey, who has a blank face, then Beckman, she shrugs her shoulders. As the trio leave the SCIF, Chuck turns, Sarah holding his hand, "Mr. President, thank you for your consideration. I'll always answer the Bat-Signal." Chuck smiles and shrugs his shoulders. "That's what Batman does, but only if his wife lets him."

Sarah laughs and kisses his cheek, "He really is the best. Come on Hon, let's get out of these suits and get comfortable. I'll bet you could use a nap, see you at lunch, Frank, Diane."

The President sits down, "How the hell did you find him? Was he really a computer nerd at a Buy More?"

Beckman smiles, "Okay Frank, I'll tell you the whole story. Keep in mind, heroes are born, but then they have to be tempered in fire. Those three, they flew through the sun. Speaking of fires, who are the backup candidates for the Director job. You know if you want a good person, you should let those three do the vetting and interviews. Anybody who survives that, might work out."

Chuck, Sarah, and Casey meet in the corridor outside the SCIF. Sarah hugs Casey, "Thanks for having our backs in there, I thought Beckman was going to have a cow." They start to walk towards the sleeping quarters.

Casey Laughs, "I'll always have your backs, that's who Team Bartowski is. Speaking of which, good job Boss. Now all we have to do is wait for the paperwork. I am wondering; if I should start calling you Papa Rooster, 'Do you intend to shoot me?' Amazing. POTUS didn't stand a chance."

Sarah puts her arm around Chuck, "My husband stood up for me, against the President. I'm so proud. Casey how did you get Beckman on our side, was she crying?"

Casey shakes his head as he opens the door to his berth, "You got me, I thought sure she was gonna force the issue. I think it was the Boss that got to her. I guess even Beckman has a heart. See you guys in a couple of hours. Rizzo kept me up all night yammering about meeting the president. I had no problem staying up, but I was hoping it would be for a different reason. Get some rest." Casey walks in and closes his door, Chuck and Sarah walk a little further and go into their own sleeping quarters.

Chuck looks around the small berth, not much to it, maybe ten by fifteen, a comfortable double bed, a closet, and a small head. Sarah removes all her clothes except her stockings. "Oops, I keep forgetting those darn undies, where did I put them? Looking around Sarah pulls out a piece of paper. "Look Honey, your membership application for the Mile High Club, has been approved. She puts on a sad face, "Aw, it says you can't be a full member because you haven't passed the initiation yet. Maybe I can help with that."

Chuck gets a big smile on his face, "Really Baby, you would help me? You're the best."

Sarah laughs, "I'm about to bed the man who made the President back down, to protect me, and you think I'm the best." She moves towards him, and removes all his clothes, looking down she says, "Looks like your dues are paid up. I guess we'll be members of the club soon."

Chuck bends, kisses her throat and inhales deeply through his nose, relishing her scent, "Sweetheart, I'm whatever you want me to be." Chuck pushes her to the bed.

Sarah puts her hand behind his head, pulls him in for a kiss, "Chuck, you're exactly who I want you to be, my husband."

Chuck and Sarah were more "tired" than they realized, they don't come out until dinner time. When they walk into the dining room, Casey gives them one of his I know what you've been doing smiles. Sarah sticks her tongue out at him when no one is looking.

The President walks into the dining room everyone stands up. "For goodness sakes please knock that off. Chuck, you made me realize just how much I miss being a person. If you don't stand for Batman, a hero, why the hell would you stand for a lawyer. Now sit down. Joyce, please forgive me for excluding you again, there are things that it's safer for you not to know. We'll be making our final approach to Mugu in a few hours, there are still some items that we will need to discuss in the SCIF. Let's enjoy what I'm sure will be a scrumptious dinner, then back to work. The Master Chief suggested a splendid menu. I hope you'll enjoy it, have you ever heard of Sizzling Shrimp?"

Chuck, Sarah, and Casey stare at each other and break out in laughter. Casey is the first to calm down, "Yes Mr.… um Frank, we have heard of it. It's one of Chuck's favorites. As a matter of fact he had it delivered to our van on his very first covert stakeout. It goes great with egg rolls, unless of course you have a spastic colon." The three of them scream with laughter and can't seem to stop.

Beckman looks cross, "How come this is the first I'm hearing about this. Wait a minute, Chuck didn't you once tell me that Sarah was late to a briefing because of her spastic colon?" The three of them start laughing all over again. Chuck actually falls to the floor holding his stomach. She's laughing so hard tears are pouring down Sarah's cheeks. The President, First Lady, and Beckman are all staring, like the three of them are insane. Chuck climbs back into his chair sees the way they're looking at them and starts laughing all over again. Little by little the laughter becomes infectious, and all six people are roaring with laughter.

Beckman looks at the President shakes her head and laughs, "I told you they were like my kids, but this…, Bartowski, would you kindly explain this behavior."

Sarah and Chuck respond, "Okay," they look at each other and start laughing again."

Casey explains, "You have to be specific, it's original Bartowski and new Bartowski. Then there's the one in Chicago, the Doctor, formerly known as Bartowski." The three of them look at each other and start laughing all over again.

The President shakes his head, "Are you sure these are the people that saved Europe? Joyce, you didn't hear that."

Beckman nods, "That's them, Batman, Mrs. Batman, and Robin the Boy Wonder."

Casey hears her and grunts. Chuck hears her too and starts to laugh harder. He gasps, "Please stop, I can't breathe." He leans over and wipes the tears off of Sarah's cheeks with his thumbs and kisses her. "I love you Baby, thank you."

Sarah leans her forehead against Chuck's, "No Baby, thank you." She screams in laughter, "For my spastic colon." The three of them start laughing again.

The president pushes a button on the table, "We better eat, this may go on for a while." The galley door opens, and Master Chief Child enters. He looks on, shocked at what's happening. Smiling and shaking his head, he stands aside watching as his staff brings out the food.

When the smell of the food catches their attention, and the laughing subsides, replaced by oohs, ahhs, and yums.

Chuck takes a bite of an eggroll. "We've had Master Chief's sizzling shrimp before. He's a master at making it, everyone laughs including the Master Chief."

When the laughter subsides, the Master Chief, looks at the President, "Will there be anything else Sir?"

Before the President can answer, Sarah speaks up, "Why don't you join us, Julian?"

The Master Chief smiles, "Thank you Ma'am, it's nice of you to ask, but that would be wildly inappropriate. Besides, I'm needed in the galley to prepare dessert." Turning back to the President, "Mr. President, will there be anything else?"

The President shakes his head, "No, thank you Master Chief, you've earned your reputation. Your meals have been delicious. It's unfortunate some of our guests slept through your Mexican meal it was out of this world."

Chuck looks up, "Awwww, sorry, I was so tired. I really tied one on last night." He looks pleadingly at the Master Chief, "Any chance there's a left-over tamale?"

Master Chief smiles, "I'll see what I can do Sir. Now if you'll excuse me."

A short time later, Master Chief Child brings out a plate of tamales, "My apologies, they were microwaved, but it's the best I could do on short notice."

Chuck grabs one and bites into it, "No apologies necessary Julian, yummy. Thank you for going to the trouble."

The Master Chief smiles, "Bon Appetit."

As they all start to eat, Casey relates the mission against the Triad. He explains how Chuck convinced the top Chinese spy to defect, in order to save her brother. He adds what's not in the report the takeout order, the Buy More evaluation, and the laughter behind the spastic colon reference. He also makes sure to reinforce the idea that Chuck, an untrained asset, accomplished all of that. How he saved their lives, while using his wits and courage, and nothing else.

As the table is cleared, the President stands, well that is an excellent segue way into our meeting in the SCIF. Joyce if you'll excuse us, this shouldn't take long."

The five of them move into the secure space, they sit down, and Frank begins, "I have to tell you, I'm glad my wife doesn't have access to this information. If she knew the story that Diane told me and heard the way I treated you," he shakes his head, "I'd be living in the doghouse for an awfully long time.

Reading reports of your actions did not tell me who you are, what you sacrificed. It may seem odd, but I enjoyed your outbursts in the dining room. It made me feel like family. I think that's the most important thing that Diane got across to me. You're successful because of who you are, not your skills or knowledge."

Frank leans forward, he places his hands on the table. "I am sincerely sorry for the sorrow that my negligence brought into your lives. I hope that you can forgive me. For that and the way I treated you earlier."

The three of them say nothing they just nod. The President smiles, "Thank you. I also hope that you can forgive me, trust me enough, to do one more thing. I want to hire Carmichael industries to recommend, meet and vet my candidates for all intelligence positions. I'm counting on your acquaintance with people and your skills and intuition to help me find the right people. I want to ensure that nobody will ever again be hurt, like you were."

The three of them look at each other and simultaneously say, "Morgan."

Beckman laughs, "Frank you haven't met the whole team. Morgan Grimes is the weirdest man you'll ever meet. He's not exactly field trained. You'll think he's crazy, but with one handshake and a brief conversation, he'll tell you things about yourself you never realized. He also happens to be Chuck's lifelong best friend, Casey's son-in law, and father of his grandsons." Casey grunts.

The President furrows his brow, "I'm sorry, should I know what that means?"

Chuck answers, "You see Frank, Casey has a series of grunts. I think there's something like twenty-seven, that particular one means, "Yes, he's my son-in-law, he's good at what he does. I love him, but I'll never admit it." Casey grunts long and hard, Chuck gives him a dirty look. "Casey, I can't believe you grunted that in front of the President and these ladies."

Frank stares at them and suddenly breaks into laughter, "You really understood him. You weren't making that up?"

Sarah laughs, "Nope, we understood him. I apologize, it's not like him to be so rude."

Casey waves his hand, and grunts then growls. Sarah laughs, "Frank is there someplace on board where Casey can have a drink and smoke a cigar. He gets upset when he shares his lady feelings."

Casey stands, "May I go sir? I've had my fill of Bartowski for the evening?"

Chuck and Sarah start laughing, the president asks, "Were they accurate, is that what you were saying?"

Casey nods his head. Frank laughs, "Feel free to use the forward lounge. Be sure the exhaust vent is open. You can ring for a valet to bring you that drink."

Casey leaves, Chuck gets a serious look on his face. "Frank, I like your idea, it's a way we can serve without putting Sarah in the line of fire," Sarah Interjects, "or Chuck." Chuck smiles at her and continues, "You would have to accept that we would be independent contractors, very independent. If any bureaucrats get in the way of us doing our job…"

Frank waves his hand, "You have my word, no interference, you will report only to Diane. She'll relay what I need to know to me."

Chuck nods his head, "I'll have my legal staff contact your White House Counsel, with a first draft of a contract and billing schedule."

The President smiles, "Now there is one more item I would like to discuss." He sees that he has Chuck and Sarah's attention. "Diane informs me that you intend to have a second wedding for family." Sarah nods, "Forgive my boldness, I know we haven't been invited, but Joyce and I would like to attend. If you'll allow it. I'm not sure you're aware, the President is authorized to perform wedding ceremonies. It would be my privilege to join you together, for life."

Chuck blurts oh, "Holy shit, first Captain Kirk, and now the President." Sarah's jaw drops.

Frank puts up his hand, "Now wait a minute, let's not get ahead of ourselves. There are a lot of logistical problems that would need to be worked out. I can't just fly to Burbank, security, and such. But if you can find a way to make it work, I believe I can make the White House available for your wedding venue. Master Chief has assured me that he would love to handle the catering. Since we can't allow the taxpayer to pick up the tab, the food and such will be a gift from Joyce and me. A small thank you for your service to me and your country."

Sarah is in tears, "Sir… Frank, I don't know what to say, your offer is so generous. Chuck, can we do this?"

Chuck looks pensive, "Baby, I want to make you happy. But Frank how will you explain a wedding for two civilians, not related to you, in the White House. There's no way to keep the press from finding out. Not to mention Sir, I don't see how we keep our pictures out of the papers. That could put all of us in some jeopardy.

The President takes a deep breath, "Good points Chuck, but there's no way Joyce is going to let me out of this. She wants to be at your wedding. We need a solution."

Sarah hugs him hard, "Hon, it's on the other side of the country, how could we get everyone there, where will they stay?"

Frank asks, "How many people are we talking about?"

Chuck shrugs, "Twenty, maybe twenty-five."

Frank smiles, "Well you two will be in the Lincoln Bedroom, but I think we can find room for the rest."

Chuck freaks out, "The Lincoln Bedroom, Honey the Lincoln Bedroom, we can…," he looks across the table, "… sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom."

Frank and Diane crack up laughing, Chuck joins in, as a blush fills Sarah's face.

Frank looks pleased that he could handle that planning. "Folks that was the easy stuff. However, Chuck is right, how do I explain you getting married in the White House? I would love to use it as an excuse to award you and the General with medals for your service. Chuck you were only a Marine for a week, and my people are in the process of erasing that. Because of national security I can't very well reveal the reason for the award. Nor can I celebrate Sarah's service, obviously." He takes a deep breath, "You may be right Chuck, it may not be doable. However, there is no reason Charles Carmichael, and his bride can't visit the White house on government business and… ahem spend the night in the Lincoln Bedroom."

Sarah is beside herself as she turns to Chuck, she can see he's disappointed. "It's okay Baby, I don't care where I marry you, only that I'll be married to you."

Chuck shakes his head, "It wasn't for me. I wanted to make you happy. The President of the Frickin' United States, was going to be our wedding planner. I would love to see General Beckman in a Bridesmaid dress. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sarah."

Beckman jumps up, "Now hold on there Bartowski, both of you. Nobody said anything about me being a bridesmaid."

Chuck hits his head, "You're right Diane, I just had a great visual, you and Casey, in formal dress uniforms, walking Sarah down the aisle. I'm so sorry Baby. Frank maybe we could figure out a way for you and Joyce to join us for a more private affair."

Sarah starts to weep, "Sir, Ma'am will you excuse us for a few minutes, Chuck and I need to talk."

Frank stands, "Of course we hit you with this out of the blue. You two take your time, talk it over. We have plenty of time to talk and plan."

Sarah wipes her eyes, "Would it be okay if we use the SCIF?"

Beckman looks at Frank who shrugs, "Sure no problem. Let us know if there's anything you need." The two of them walk out of the room.

Sarah climbs into Chuck's lap, she lays her head on his shoulder, still crying. "Baby, there's something I haven't told you. Something only me and one other person knows. You know my father is in prison, but…" Sarah starts to sob, having a hard time talking. "Baby, when you started talking about me walking down the aisle… I'm okay with Casey being my surrogate dad, but Chuck, my mother is alive." Sarah lets out a long moan, "But she can't come to my wedding."

Chuck pulls Sarah close, "Sarah, what are you telling me, or what aren't you telling me?"

Sarah puts her face in Chuck's neck, "Baby, you can never tell this to another soul." She tells him the story of Ryker, Molly, and Emma. She wipes the tears off her face, when she finishes. "Bottomline, I can't see either of them, until Ryker is taken care of, my mother can't be at my wedding."

Chuck was quiet throughout the entire story. Now he's solemn as he says, "Baby, we have a daughter. She thinks she's my sister-in-law, her name is Molly. Sweetheart you've been carrying this inside since I've known you. I'm so sorry, I couldn't be there for you. We have to find Ryker. We have to make sure your mom, my mother-in-law, is safe and at our wedding. We need a flower girl. I need my wife to be happy."

Sarah strokes Chucks face, "Thank you for loving me, Chuck. I don't deserve you. Do you really think we can make all this work? I mean the security, the press, our faces can't be in the papers."

Chuck smiles, "Sarah Lisa Bartowski, it is totally my pleasure to love you. I'm happy to hear that we have more family together. What's the point of anything if I can't spoil my wife. Hey maybe we can arrange a presidential pardon for your father?"

Sarah looks at him and shakes her head, Chuck says, "Too much?"

Sarah nods and kisses him, "Too much. But I love that you thought of it."

Chuck soothes Sarah as she lies in his lap, "Sweetheart, how would you feel about asking Beckman for help in tracking down Ryker?"

Sarah sits up shocked, "Baby, you promised."

Chuck pulls her in tight and gently pushes her head back to his shoulder, "Yes, I did, and you know I would never break a promise to you. She doesn't need to know about Molly. Ryker is just an unfinished piece of business you want to deal with before you retire. He used you, burned you and ran. We'd be asking for help tracking down a rogue agent to be sure he doesn't show up later to mess with us. We'd be helping the agency and they would be helping us."

Sarah snuggles into his neck, "I'm sorry I doubted you. I should know better. Do you think it'll work?"

Chuck laughs, "Will it work? HA! Does a bear poop in the woods, does Casey grunt, are we Mr. and Mrs. Batman?"

Sarah stretches her neck, planting small kisses along his jawline moving towards his ear. she whispers, "Yes to all of that. You forgot to ask if I married the best man in the world."

Chuck places his finger under her chin and lifts her face to kiss her softly. "Hush, never forget, I'm the lucky one here. Why don't you freshen up, I'll get everyone back together, to brief them?"

Sarah pulls herself tight to him, shaking her head, "No, I want to stay here, where it's safe, in your lap."

Chuck strokes her back, "Okay Baby, you take a minute. Relax. There's nothing to worry about as long as we're together." Chuck continues to rub Sarah's back, after a couple of minutes he hears a soft snoring noise. He smiles as he thinks, I guess it's not easy being a real girl. Don't worry Baby, you'll always be safe in my arms.

Chuck sits with Sarah on his lap for a while. There's a soft tapping on the door. Sarah stirs, Chuck softly says, "Come in." Being in the SCIF his voice can't be heard outside. Minutes pass and the door opens.

Casey enters, taking in the situation, "Is she okay Boss?"

Chuck smiles, "She will be. Seems we have another mission." Casey grunts. Chuck nods his head towards the door. "I'll wake her. Would you track down Beckman, we're going to need her for this one."

Casey leaves and Chuck kisses the top of Sarah's head as he shakes her gently, "Wake up sleepyhead."

Sarah groans, "No, sleep now, practice later." Chuck laughs out loud. I wonder what she's dreaming about.

Chuck reaches down to kiss her forehead, Sarah's eyes pop open. She looks at where she is, "Oh shit, this is very unprofessional."

Chuck laughs hard, "It's okay Honey. We're alone, but Beckman is on her way."

Sarah jumps up, "Be right back," and runs out the door, leaving Chuck laughing hard.

When Casey and Beckman arrive, Chuck is pacing around the table. He looks up when the door opens and they enter, "Sarah will be right back. Her spastic colon was acting up."

Casey chuckles as he sits. Beckman gives Chuck a dirty look, "Very funny Mr. Bartowski.

Casey said something is up that would need my attention." The door opens again and Sarah steps into the room, closing the door tightly behind her.

Chuck looks at Sarah, she smiles, "You go ahead Hon. I'll fill in as needed."

Chuck wrings his hands, "As much as I don't really want to get us involved in agency business anymore… Sarah has related a story that concerns me. It would seem that prior to joining Team Bartowski, she worked with a handler named Ryker. A man who manipulated her, used her, took advantage of her status as a new agent. Then tried to kill her. It seems that he's still in the wind. Another Shaw/Decker waiting to mess with our lives. I want him taken off the board. I don't want my wife looking over her shoulder for the rest of our lives. I'd like your help General to find him and deal with him."

Beckman nods, "I read the file when Sarah was transferred to my command. Graham also filled me in before he was killed. He's a loose thread that needs to be snipped. You'd be doing the agency a service if his situation were dealt with. You have my support, let me know what you need." Beckman stands and puts her hand on Sarah's shoulder, "We'll find him, and deal with him. I owe you that peace of mind. We'll be landing soon. A chopper will be standing by to take you to CI." Beckman scans the room, her eyes resting on each member of her team one at a time. She sighs, "I'm going to miss you, more than ever. You really are my kids."

She pulls Sarah out of her chair and hugs her hard, "My daughter, beautiful, smart, loyal, dangerous. I couldn't ask for better." She turns toward Casey, "On your feet Marine, you're about to get hugged, so suck it up." Casey stands and grunts as he hugs her back. She walks over and hugs Chuck. "You, Sir, are the biggest pain in the ass… However, I may just miss you most of all Scarecrow."

Beckman walks to the door, she has her hand on the handle, "Let me know what you need. You can also call to let me know how you're doing, I'd like that." She walks out the door.

Casey looks at Sarah, "You okay Sarah?"

Sarah smiles. She walks over and hugs Casey. He puts his arm across her shoulder and holds her. "How can I not be, okay? I have Batman and Robin to protect me." Casey grunts.

Chuck nods, "You're right John. We will find this asshole. I'm quite sure he won't like what I do to him when we do."

Sarah lets go of Casey and walks up to look Chuck in the eye, "This is my problem. I will end it, not you."

Casey opens the door, "This is now the team's problem. We'll deal with it as appropriate. Let's get packed it's almost time to say our goodbyes and head home."

Air Force One, touches down at Point Mugu at 2234 local time, (10:34 PM). The flight crew transfers the teams' belonging to the waiting chopper. The President and First Lady are waiting at the open door. Beckman is nowhere in sight. Casey is the first to approach them, he's wearing civilian clothes. The President offers his hand, "John it has been my honor to have you in my Marine Corp. You're a shining example of unselfish service to our country. I only hope that I can make use of what you've taught me. Be safe, if you need anything, you have my private line, and my permission to use it." The First Lady shakes his hand and Casey walks down the staircase.

Sarah and Chuck step up, the President smiles, "Chuck and Sarah Bartowski. Diane was right, there's no way I would put space between you two. You are the best. I only wish our government were filled with people like you." He sighs, "I guess we're just lucky you're around when we need you."

Chuck puts his arms around the President, "I'm really glad I got to meet you Frank, you're good people. I hope to see you at the wedding." He turns to the First Lady, hugs her, and says, "Don't be too hard on him, he didn't understand."

She turns her head looking past Chuck's shoulder, "Frank, what did you do?"

The President looks at Chuck wide eyed, and laughs, "Maybe I should have had you shot. I didn't do anything Honey. He's just teasing me."

Chuck nods and smiles, "He was great. You know what? I can tell, he loves you a lot."

The first lady blushes and smiles at her husband. Chuck turns towards the door about to walk down the stairs. He stops when he hears a voice yell out. "Colonel, wait up."

Chuck turns, Master Chief Child is running towards him. He stops is front of Chuck working to catch his breath, "Whew, I almost missed you." He hands Chuck a package. "I made some fresh tamales for you, and there may be a veggie pizza or two in there."

Chuck takes the package, "Master you're the best, if you ever decide to retire you make sure you give me a call. I can always use a good executive chef, and another friend close by, thanks." Master Chief Child salutes Chuck. Chuck waves his hand, "BAH," and hugs Julian. He heads out the door stopping at the bottom to wait for Sarah.

Sarah hugs Julian, he hugs her back, "I'll miss you Julian, stay in touch." He nods and returns to his galley.

Sarah then turns to the President and hugs him. "Sarah thank you so much for your service. I'm sorry for the pain that caused you."

Sarah steps back and looks at him, smiles wide, "It wasn't all bad, it's how I found Chuck. He's the best thing that could happen to anyone."

Frank smiles and nods, "Young lady, I think you may be right about that. He certainly taught me a thing or two about love and respect. You be good, stay safe. We'll see you at the wedding. Now if you'll excuse me the First Lady has informed that she would like a few moments alone with you." He walks away.

The First Lady steps over to Sarah, she hands her a card. "This is my personal number and E Mail. You and I will be talking about the wedding, We're going to do our best to make it happen, and I want to help plan it. We didn't have a daughter, so Honey I apologize in advance. I'm going to be a pain. The fairy tales will be jealous."

Sarah laughs, "Thank you Ma'am, we really appreciate all that you're doing for us."

The First Lady gives her a cross look, "What's this Ma'am crap? The name's Joyce. You appreciate what we're doing for you? Your young man gave my husband back to me. Frank hasn't been this loving and attentive towards me since he got elected. That is one special man you have. You are one incredibly special young lady, and we are exceptionally lucky you crossed our path. Now you go and be happy, stay safe, call me soon. We have to plan the menu. The wedding is still our gift wherever it may be. OH MY! I'm so excited. Call me soon."

Sarah hugs her, "I will Joyce. We have a few things that need to be cleared up, but the wedding is top of the list. Thank you again." Sarah walks down the staircase Chuck puts his arm around her shoulder and walks her to the waiting chopper. The door closes and Air Force One finished refueling, prepares for takeoff.

The trio climbs into the helo for transport to CI. Landing on the helipad they enter through the private entrance. Chuck turns to Casey, "If you get to the office before us, please keep Sarah's return to yourself. We want to see their faces when they see her."

Casey nods, he starts to walk to his private apartment, he turns, drops his baggage, and packages, and walks back. He takes both of them in his arms and hugs them. The couple look at him shocked. He grunts and says, "Shut up Bartowskis, I'm tired of your nagging."

A/N So there you have it Charah meets the President, and the President has learned grunt. The good news is, one of my very loyal readers sent me a review that sparked my creative juices. He didn't give me an idea, he supported me and helped me overcome a block, thanx AC. So, guess what, the story will now move along. The next few chapters are about the characters, not their jobs. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Stay well, have a safe and fun summer. By the way, this week marks one year since I wrote my first story. Thanx again for reading. LR

PS I wrote this when I initially published this story. It has now been two years since I first wrote Charles and Sarah.