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"If you want to talk, I'll keep my mouth shut and just listen," Sarah heard Chuck say. She lifted her head up, from where it had been on his chest, and just looked at him. "I will."

"I believe you," Sarah replied. They were lying in bed, Sarah processing all that had happened today. "But if I start talking about my past, and you don't ask a question or two, I'm afraid you might explode." He grinned at that. "You know what, that's not fair of me. Every time I have told you about my past, you have listened. You have not poked or prodded."

"I will be honest, I think it's because you let me into every other aspect of your life," Chuck admitted. "If you didn't… I would probably poke and pry."

"That sounds a little dirty," Sarah said, bouncing her eyebrows. "Great, now you're gonna think I'm using sex as avoidance." She groaned. "Damn it, I did it again. Accused you of doing something and all you're doing is just lying in our bed… looking like that."

"Like what?" Chuck asked.

"Just being all you," she continued, not acknowledging what he had just said. "Making me feel like the most important person in the world." She lazily drew random shapes with her finger on his chest.

"What if I said I wouldn't judge you if you used sex to avoid this conversation?" Chuck asked.

She grinned, but did nothing else to acknowledge what he said. "Dying to know if I was on the debate team?" she continued.

"I had honestly never thought about you being on the debate team," Chuck admitted. "I mean, I should. One glare from you would shut down a lot of debate from other people."

Her grin grew. "If I ever tried on a cheerleading outfit, or if I ran track, in something form fitting and shorts that may have been a little too short?"

"So, in your mind I'm objectifying you?" he asked.

"I mean, I didn't, but we both know I should have run track," she continued.

"I mean for all you know, I was on the cheerleading squad," Chuck replied. She stopped completely, and looked him in the eye. The doubt on her face was crystal clear. "Are you saying that my lack of grace – and ability to drop anything – would have been a strike against me?"

"I'm saying if I know you and who you are, as much as you were probably picked on, and given the home situation, you being on the cheer leading squad was… unlikely," Sarah told him.

Chuck nodded. "Yeah, that's why you're a detective."

She grinned at him. She lay there a second, and then got up. He didn't say anything, just watched her leave the room. He heard something in another room, and a few minutes later, she walked in, holding a book in her hand. "My yearbook." There was a hint of fear on her face. A hint of worry.

"You don't have to," he told her. She thrust it towards him, and he took it. He held it a second and looked up at her. "Just one question." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that Jenny with a y or Jenni with an i?"

"Y," she told him.

He opened the yearbook.

}o{

"Who the hell is knocking on my door at this time of night?" Casey growled, opening the door. "Rizzo? Fielding?" He opened the door and allowed them to enter. "What did Bartowski do?"

"It never amazes me how you manage to always accuse Charles of something, and also be somewhat right," Dan admitted.

"Have a seat, this should be a doozy, given we're meeting here and not in public," Casey said. Carina came into the front room to join them. Zondra handed Carina the file. Carina opened it, looked at it, and closed it in thought for a second then reopened it.

"Why do I know that name?" Carina asked.

"What name?" Casey asked.

"Jill Roberts," Carina told him.

"Christ," Casey said, letting his head slump backwards onto the couch. "What does she do?"

"She's the head of the LAAC," Carina told him. "Wait, why do you know that name?"

"Cause Bartowski has bitched and moaned about her for a while," Casey muttered. "Maybe that's unfair. Bitched and moaned about his inability to see her for who she was, that's probably a better way to say it."

"So, he knew her," Carina said. "Wait, is that his ex-girlfriend?" Zondra nodded. "Well, that's interesting."

"You have no idea," Dan said, and began to tell her the whole story.

}o{

As she drove him to work, she glanced over at Chuck. He was studying her yearbook, but not on what she thought he would be. "Find anything?" she asked.

"Mark seems like a typical high school nerd," Chuck said, looking up. "Basically me, but shorter."

"I doubt it," Sarah rebutted. "I think they broke the mold with you, Bartowski."

"You say the sweetest things," Chuck told her. "However, I do think it would behoove us to check with Heather, and get some physical characteristics of his girlfriends."

"To see if he has a type?" Sarah asked.

"Exactly," Chuck told her. She grabbed her phone and handed it to him. "Listen," he began.

"Chuck," she replied, with a slightly exasperated tone, "I trust you with my phone."

"Well, it feels a little like an invasion of privacy," he told her. "What am I looking at?"

"My text from Heather," Sarah told him. He opened the text and scrolled through pictures of women. "Do you think they're similar?"

"No," Chuck admitted. "Not at all." He handed her back the phone, sitting there quietly. "What do you think we should do?"

"Well played," she said softly.

"What do you mean?" Chuck asked.

"Throwing the question back to me, so that you don't have to be the one to say that we should go to San Diego," Sarah told him.

"Sarah, I wasn't doing that," Chuck insisted. "I was honestly asking you what you thought."

She pulled the car into the parking lot and parked, unbuckling her seat belt and turning in her seat to face him. "Chuck, I know you weren't, I was playing. This has been… hard."

"We can just not take the case," Chuck told her.

"No, I'm not going to let someone possibly die because I'm uncomfortable about my past," Sarah told him.

"I mean, I nearly had us turn down a job over being uncomfortable," Chuck reminded her, referring to the Fulcrum case.

"Chuck, those are very different," Sarah reminded him.

"Yeah, especially to Mrs. Fulcrum's boy toy," Chuck replied, making Sarah laugh.

}o{

"Hotel reservations made," Anna said to Sarah. "I'm assuming you two will be sharing a bed to save money?" Anna had a smirk on her face.

"Pfffth," Chuck replied. "She just likes to snuggle with me. If all it had was a couch, she'd be perfectly happy."

Sarah shook her head at the two, a grin on her face. "So, is next weekend still on the docket?" Anna asked.

"What's next weekend?" Sarah deadpanned.

"It's the date you decided to throw your life away by marrying me. And not doing it easily in Vegas, but inexplicably decided to have a formal wedding," Chuck reminded her.

She turned a raised eyebrow to him, Spock-like. "You think I don't deserve the wedding of my dreams?"

"Oh no you don't, Missy," Chuck said, making both women laugh. "We both know you never thought about getting married until you met me. And you know damn good and well I'm doing everything in my power to give you the wedding you want."

She walked over to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I know," she said. "And I'm not changing my name on the door."

"Wouldn't expect you to," Chuck replied.

"I might change yours though," she continued.

"Chuck Walker is a more detective name," Chuck admitted, with a shrug.

"How are you unfazed by her?" Anna asked.

"Oh, I'mma fazed… it's just, it feels right with her, all of this," Chuck admitted.

"We need to wrap this case up and go get married," Sarah told him.

"We have a week," Chuck reminded her. "Besides, if we find out this Amy is your old nemesis…"

"She's not my nemesis, she's a damn traitor," Sarah growled.

"Haven't you tried to find her?" Anna asked.

"Ran every search I know," Chuck told them. "But, Amy's last name is unknown, her file has basically been erased and removed from the CIA database, much like Sarah's was."

"We were chasing a guy name Gaez at the time, and he was a gunrunner," Sarah told Anna. "There's no telling where he hid her."

"So, you think she's still doing work for him?" Anna asked.

"If she's not dead," Sarah replied. She saw the look on Anna's and Chuck's face. "It's a common side-effect in that business."

"So that's a no on me becoming a gunrunner," Chuck muttered.

"It can happen in this business too, you know," Sarah reminded him.

"Yeah, but if death came for me, you'd judo chop him… her… I don't know what death's pronoun is," Chuck said, shaking his head.

"We're going to San Diego," Sarah told Anna. "You need me, call."

"Will do," Anna said watching the two leave.

}o{

"Everything okay?" Chuck asked, the drive to this point having been far too quiet. It had been apparent Sarah was lost in her thoughts, and Chuck hadn't want to intrude, but he did want to make sure she was okay.

"Yeah," Sarah replied. "Just… okay. What are the chances of it being Amy? I mean, really?"

"First, we have to ask ourselves do we really think Mark is the one doing the poisoning?" Chuck asked.

"Do you know that men poison just as much as women?" Sarah asked.

"I did not," Chuck admitted. "It always seems to be portrayed as done by a woman." He paused for a second. "I have to admit, if someone was poisoned, I wouldn't suspect you."

"Thank you, that's sweet," Sarah said shaking her head.

"Now, one arm ripped off, shoved up their ass? And the other arm ripped off, shoved down their throat, shaking hands in their stomach…" Chuck trailed off and shrugged as Sarah laughed. "I wonder why women are thought to poison more than men."

"I can answer that," Sarah told him. "When women do kill, they use poison more than any other means, but they don't kill any more frequently than men do with poison."

"Ahhh," Chuck answered. He was silent for a second. "I feel we got sidetracked."

"That's the norm," Sarah answered. "But you raised a good point before you described how I will kill you if you cheat on me."

"Noted," Chuck replied, and cleared his throat. "I don't think he's a poisoner… at least, not these women."

"Any proof?" Sarah asked.

"No, a gut feeling," Chuck said. "If – and I'm not saying he is – but if he was some jerkoff that feels he is owed, he would poison people that wouldn't date him. Not women he was with."

"Well, we did find out that the women always broke it off with him, so maybe he suspected it was coming, and did it because of that," Sarah pointed out.

"Maybe," Chuck replied, but the doubt in his voice was clear.

"Okay, tell me what's wrong with that hypothesis," Sarah said.

"From talking to Heather, it always seemed his partners were happy with him, and then broke it off… well, the first one died." Chuck was silent a moment. "And from what Heather said, it was only after Amy showed up that she even considered breaking up with Mark. And… I've looked through this yearbook." He paused. "If you told me he snapped and attacked people at school… that I could believe."

"Okay," Sarah said.

"What I'm saying is, knowing how I went through high school – and without knowing him personally – it doesn't make sense for him to poison women who were with him. Especially one who he seemed to be in a healthy relationship with." Chuck turned to her. "Did I miss something? Did Heather say anything to make you think that there were any clues in the relationships that would have led to poisoning?"

"No," Sarah said. "And, let's be honest; we're trying to figure out what happened with very limited, and imperfect, evidence."

"Which brings us to Amy," Chuck said softly. "It lines up you know, the timing."

"You've thought about this," Sarah said. Chuck nodded.

"Mark's job… deals with a lot of top-secret stuff. If Amy is the traitor you think she is, then… it makes a lot sense," Chuck pointed out. The murder lines up, about the time she left the CAT Squad."

"Okay, say all that's true. Why a murder? Why not seduce him?" Sarah asked. Chuck was silent for a moment. "Chuck, I know your silences, and that is not you're not sure and don't know what to say, it more of your, how do I say this and not upset her silences."

"You know me that well?" He asked.

"Baby, I know you… biblically, even," she said, bouncing her eyebrows. Chuck shivered. "Just spit it out."

"While there are things you wouldn't do on a seduction, do you think Amy has that line she wouldn't cross?" Chuck asked.

"I honestly don't know," Sarah admitted. "If she is the traitor, she's not the woman I knew."

"Okay, so there's that," Chuck pointed out. "She'd obviously have to be in a long-term seduction with him."

"Okay, that's a good point," Sarah admitted.

"And, there's also the fact that Mark might have been faithful, and he wouldn't fall for it," Chuck pointed out. "The only way may have been murder, and by murdering by poison, it sets up an incident to point to so that she can run off other women, without either point A," and he held up one finger, "having to seduce him long term, or point B," holding up a second finger, "not have to kill anyone else."

Sarah was silent, mulling over what Chuck said. "Okay, how does Amy get what she wants out of him."

Chuck was quiet, and when he spoke, it nearly broke her heart. "Think about it," Chuck said. "His high school experience. We know he was shoved in lockers, treated like a lot of nerds were. Then he lost someone that he cared about… they died. Then dumped by woman after woman, and then here comes someone that you have called sickeningly bubbly and effervescent, and will probably do just about anything for him…"

"Jesus," Sarah said, shaking her head. "And when she gets what she wants out of him…"

"She might as well kill him, because just dumping him and leaving him will probably finish him off," Chuck said.

Sarah didn't say anything. She simply pushed her foot down on the accelerator trying to get them there quicker.

}o{

They stood in the parking lot for a moment, watching people file in for the game. Many people were hugging, as if it was the first time they had seen each other in a long time. "If you find someone you need to hug, I won't hold it against you," Chuck teased.

She threw her arm around his back, squeezing him. "I do hope later you hold it against me," she said in a low voice. Chuck choked. "Now we're even."

"Are we, though?" Chuck asked. "See anyone you know yet?"

"No," Sarah said. "Wait, there's Heather. Huh, she seems to be avoiding everyone."

"Makes sense," Chuck began. "She-"

"Hey, gorgeous," said a tall blond man, very sure of himself, approaching Chuck and Sarah. "I saw you from across the parking lot and just had to introduce myself." Chuck felt the arm around him tighten, and the wanna-be violence radiate from her. "I'm Dick Duffy."

Chuck took a second to reflect how much his life had changed. Since he had met Sarah, he had slowly gained confidence in himself, and since dating Sarah, he knew what true love and trust was. He looked at her, and saw the slow grin covering her face, as she read what was on his face. "Jenny, is this one of your old high school friends?" Chuck asked.

"Jenny?" Dick said, stunned.

"Yes, Dick and I knew each other in high school," Sarah said. She looked at Dick. "It's been a while."

"Time has been good to you," Dick said as suavely as he could. "Hey," he said, Chuck literally seeing the light bulb going off over his head. "I've got some things in my car over there." He nodded his head toward the darkest corner of the parking lot. "I brought them in case anyone showed up tonight from back in the day, and I'd love to show them to you."

Chuck wanted to groan at the innuendo. "That sounds amazing," Chuck said.

"Baby," Sarah said, looking at Chuck, trying to hold back the laughter. "Do you mind if I go with him? You know, just a quick catch up?"

"Well of course I don't mind," Chuck said, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the lips. "And I'm sure you have things to show him."

"I do," Sarah agreed.

"Well, alright," Dick said, thinking they were sharing his innuendo. "Follow me."

"Have fun," Chuck called out. Sarah gave him a finger wave as she walked off with Dick.

"What is she doing?" he heard Heather hiss, as she walked up to Chuck.

"I think she's going to work out some childhood trauma," Chuck admitted.

"Dick is only after one thing," Heather said. "He doesn't want to talk."

"Oh, Sarah is more of an action person, than verbal," Chuck said. "Do me a favor, pull out your phone. If you see Amy, tell me that you want to take a selfie, but snap a pic of her."

"Good idea," Heather said. She glanced over the way Dick and Sarah had gone. "You're really okay with her going with him?"

Chuck looked over at Heather. "I mean, would I rather she didn't, absolutely, but she's a grown woman, and who am I to tell her what to do or not do?"

Heather stared at him, in shock, when they both heard a loud thunk, and then skin on skin. "Oh, God," they heard moaned. Heather's eyes went wide. There was another thunk and then, heard Dick moan. "Don't. Stop." There was another noise, that sounded like a slam.

"That's her," Heather breathed. "Take a selfie with me," she told Chuck and the two posed, as she got the blond-haired lady staying behind a crowd of people. "That's Amy."

"Did you see Mark?" Chuck asked.

"Yes, he entered a little before she did," Heather told him. "Sarah?"

Chuck turned to see Sarah walk back to them. She looked fine, except for one strand of hair that was hanging in front of her face. "You've got a…" he trailed off, motioning to his head. She looked up with her eyes, saw it, blew a breath upward, and then gave up and tucked it behind her ear. Chuck reached over and took that hand. "Blood."

"It's his," Sarah said.

"Feel better?" Chuck asked.

"You hooked up with him?" Heather blurted out.

"What? No!" Sarah said. "I kicked his ass… actually Dick's dick, and shoved him into the trunk of his car, and shut it."

"What?" Heather said.

"He has all sorts of illegal contraband in there, and I might have informed the authorities," Sarah added.

"I don't think this is what your therapist meant by closure," Chuck told her. She gave him a look. "I know, you haven't seen a therapist."

"You just beat up Dick Duffy?" Heather asked, her eyes wide. "And you didn't beat me up?"

"You apologized and seemed sincere… you also didn't try to make a move on me when I was here with my fiancé, and give me a bunch of innuendo bullshit," Sarah added.

Heather was silent for a moment. "I'm really sorry, Sarah."

"Apology accepted," Sarah said. "Now, we need to find this Amy."

"Already have," Heather said. She showed Sarah the phone. Sarah looked at it, and a dark cloud covered her face.

"I need you not to go back and take this anger out on Dick," Chuck said quickly. "You don't need a murder charge."

"What's wrong?" Heather asked.

"This woman betrayed Sarah and her friends, and you need to keep away from her," Chuck told Heather.

"But she hasn't said anything," Heather said.

"Again, she's more about actions than words," Chuck said. "Sweetie," he said trying to pry Heather's phone out of Sarah's hand. "Don't break the phone."

Sarah released the phone. "Damn it!" she barked, turned, and stalked off.

"Head home, we got this," Chuck said, taking off after Sarah. He hoped to stop her before she opened the trunk and beat of Dick Duffy… again.

A/N: …..I think Dick might need medical attention…..just sayin

Next time:

"Had to make my own coffee today," she muttered. He looked over at her, smiling as she took a sip. "It just doesn't taste right."

"I apologize for failing in my duties," Chuck told her.

"Lucky for you, I believe practice makes perfect, so I'm going to keep you around until I'm sure you do it right," Sarah told him.

"We talking about coffee here, or sumthin' else?" he drawled. She swatted him, laughing the entire time. "As much as I love the banter, do we want to talk about last night."

"Fine, so I have a few notes," she said. He looked at her questionably. "Mostly, how does it keep getting better?"

Welp….come on back next time as we wrap up, Let's Go Cougars?