ALL I WANT TO DO

by mssupertigz

Chuck's is trying to hide from his past and what occurred on his last mission when he meets a mysterious woman name Sarah. Their time together changes when Chuck is called back into the field and has to face to face his demons and the surprisingly twists that come along with it and his unexpected reunion with Sarah.

3. Chapter 3

All I want to do Ch 3

Chuck walked back to his office still grinning from their kiss. He was not surprised that she had it in her but how it happened and how she took him just added to the mystery that she possessed.

Sarah headed back to the bar, after her brief make out session with Charles. Grabbing a stool, she sat down, still feeling the effects of his hands all over her. She looked up at Carina and Zondra who were none the wiser.

Charles finally cleared his desk of his takeout items tossing them into the trash can. Trying to focus on the Gaez mission, but the last few hours since he left the bar, she had taken over his thoughts making it hard to focus on anything else. He grabbed the files Beckman gave him. Well actually they were all his personal files that he painstakingly put together before he left. He opened the file then closed it. Charles wasn't ready for this so he stood up and looked outside. The quad was full of recruits interacting and moving from building to building. He smiled then sat down again. He turned on his computer and signed in logging into the list of new recruits. He typed in her name and her picture came up. He stared at her photo, even the standard id badge photo made her look beautiful. He scrolled the page getting the basic info on her, where she came from, schooling and all the basics but he was much more interested in her itinerary.

Tuesday

Charles walked over to the table grabbing his things as he dismissed the class. It was a good class, despite being a one-sided conversation but he knew that it would take a few more classes to get them to feel comfortable in participating in class. But seeing her was going to be the hardest thing to be comfortable with. He looked up as she walked in as he closed his eyes slightly taking in her perfume. He remembered what it smelled like as he saw it in the bathroom. He remembered the morning after, he woke up early and stared at her as he was curious to what the scent smelled like. Taking the top off he basked in the sweet smell that was forever imbedded in his senses. He opened his eyes and saw that Sarah was taking her time leaving the theatre but Carina had other plans. She grabbed her and the three of them walked through the door. He smiled but wanted to do more, he watched her leave then grabbed his bag and stepped out into the hall. He spotted her in the crowd and tried to keep his distance. The three of them he observed were becoming fast friends. Which warmed his heart. He was glad that she wasn't alone through all of this. They split in the quad and he watched her head to her next class which he remembered was Linguistics. He sat outside her class and waited for her the class to end. She said goodbye to a few classmates that came out with her and walked across the quad again towards the library. Charles followed.

She grabbed a coffee and slipped upstairs. He lost track of her in the stairs so he had no idea which floor she ended up on. So, he started on the first floor and worked his way up. He eventually found her on the fourth floor sitting facing the window at a table for two. He stood hidden behind a bookshelf pretending to be looking for a book, why else would you be in a library. He watched her over a pile of books he set up to hide him from being seen so he could admire her from afar.

Recruits who did recognize him, he quietly acknowledged them making his spying less conspicuous. He smiled and turned on his heals and headed to the stairs but stopped. He walked back grabbing a piece of paper from someone's binder and jotted down something on it. He walked back seeing that she had left her spot. He folded up the paper and slipped it into her book that she was reading. ' Eventually she'd find it.' He thought to himself. He slipped out of sight and out of the library.

Sarah put down the handful of books she found. She sat down and pushed herself in and sorted the books. She looked at the titles grabbing three books to start with both on learning new languages starting with Polish. She set them aside grabbing the novel she had started reading earlier. She sat back in her chair getting settled, she continued reading the current page she booked marked then read the next and by the forth page turning the page she saw the paper slide out and fall to the floor. She was curious as to why there would be a piece of paper in her brand-new copy of Harriet Tubman. She leaned down picking it up off the floor looking around to see who might have left it. She put her book down and flipped open the paper seeing a handwritten note. She looked at the bottom and saw the letter C. She knew it wasn't Carina the writing was too masculine for that. Her eyes were drawn to the top of the page. 'Can I see you? Room 1214 Jefferson Building.' C

Sarah read it again and each time she debated what to do. She knew the risks if she went and she knew if she didn't it wouldn't be a big deal would it? She folded and unfolded the piece of paper.

Charles avoided at all costs in looking at the Gaez mission, he opted instead to look over the few assignments that had come in from his class. They had one more week to complete the assignment so looking at some of them now would alleviate the pile later. He wasn't a teacher but he liked this assignment because it gave him an inside look at where these recruits came from. He finally got through the last of them making a few comments. He piled them nicely on the corner of his shelf behind him and stared at the clock. He shrugged his shoulders grabbing his jacket. He reached for the door and there she stood, just like she stood outside his hotel room.

He opened the door letting her in then looking down the hall closing the door behind him. She held her bag close to her as she watched him. He had his back to the door looking back at her. "You came."

"I wasn't sure if I should."

He continued to look at her.

"I stared at your note for an hour."

Charles looked at the clock.

It had been more than an hour since he got back. He continued to look at her. After their make out session at the bar, he needed to see her. She nervously continued to speak.

"Then I spent the next hour sitting in the quad."

Charles walked towards her taking her bag from her leaning it against the couch. He turned to face her. "And now?" Both remembering what happened the other day. He was so close to her as he was the other day. She could feel his body heat next to her. Days ago, she made the first move but now she was frozen staring at the man who changed her life.

"I don't know. It sounded good in my head."

Charles nervously chuckled, then got serious. He looked at her and she spoke softly. "We can't…should we?" Sarah looked up at him as he was inches away from her.

He touched her face. "If we do this, it's going to change everything, and I mean everything. What we would be risking…." Sarah touched his lips stopping him from talking while bringing his face even closer to hers, giving him permission to take it to the next level. Charles slid her coat off seeing it drop to the floor then grabbing the buttons on her shirt and slipping them through their holes eventually slipping it off as well. Sarah did the same to his shirt sliding it off his shoulders kissing his bare chest. He met her lips and kissed her with all the passion and chemistry they had for her – all the feelings, thoughts, and emotions. She did the same holding him close. He lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, still kissing him. He walked them over to the couch and knelt down laying her on the couch. She fell back taking him with her. He grabbed her leg caressing her with his free hand. He dove into her neck placing kisses along her neckline and up to her lips where she welcomed him in more ways than one . Sarah looked into his eyes as they proceeded in their long overdue reunion but stopped suddenly from kissing him. She looked at him, 'W e need to talk.'

'No talkie. Not now.' Charles looked and waited for her. He kissed her softly and she kissed him back. She fell deeper into the couch with his arms around her. As they became one, it was as if they had never said goodbye, never to think that they would never see each other again; their moment finally came.

Sarah rolled Chuck onto his back snuggling in beside him. The leather squeaked slightly making them laugh. Sarah laid her head down on his chest dragging her fingers up and down his bare skin. Sarah looked at him, she wanted answers but at the same time she got her answer. She was with him, and the how could wait for a little awhile. Sarah slid on top of him straddling his hips. He looked at her in awe. "You're so beautiful and I missed you."

Charles sat up holding her close as their kisses sped up. Sarah ran her hands through his hair. "I missed you too."

He leaned forward and kissed her shoulders stopping mid kiss. He pushed her back and looked at her. She tried to focus and started to kiss him again. "You need to go."

Sarah smiled and continued to kiss him. He stopped her. "No seriously you need to go."

Charles looked at his bookshelf forcing Sarah to look at what he was looking at. "You have a camera?"

"Well yes and no. I have a camera outside the office door."

"So, you saw me coming?"

"No, I rarely look at it but lying here, its hard not to see it at this level." Charles tried to move making Sarah realize that he wasn't kidding.

Charles got up grabbing his clothes. Sarah following through and moving as fast as she could. She finished the last button and grabbed her jacket. "Who's coming?"

"Let's just say he's one person that you would find at the top of the pyramid."

"I can't go out the door I came in."

Charles grabbed her bag and walked over to the door in the corner and opened it. Sarah walked over and looked down the dark void that appeared. Charles looked at her. "Just follow the arrows."

She walked closer to the door then stopped. "When will I see you again?"

"In class."

He didn't like the look she gave him. He kissed her once more. "It will happen. You got to go." She kissed him goodbye and as she stepped inside the stairwell lit up with faint lights.

Charles barely got the door closed when there was a knock at the door. Charles headed to the door tossing the blanket back on the couch and with the toss there went her bra. He quickly grabbed it and slipped it into his pocket. He opened the door and there stood Beckman's second; one Langston Graham. He walked in looking around. Charles slid his hand into his pocket feeling her bra, then quickly slipping it back out. "What can I do for you?"

"Just making my rounds and I heard that you were back and that Beckman has you working on a new mission already."

"Yeah, our jobs are never done."

"Right."

He walked around looking at stuff then headed to the door. "Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm good but I better get back to work here."

"Good on you." He stood in the doorway facing Charles. "Good talk."

Charles nodded. "Good talk."

Sarah headed down the stairs and pushed the door open. It led to a courtyard hidden with trees and vines. She ducked and walked out to a path that in seconds led to the quad. She looked back. 'It was a perfect escape; it would only be something that a good spy would have in place.' Sarah smiled and headed home.

Sarah walked back to her place with a feeling that she couldn't describe. Her body still feeling the effects of what just happened and her heart still pounding at almost getting caught. But even the fact that they were so close to getting caught he had a plan. She walked up the stairs and opened the door. The house was quiet. She grabbed a shower and sat on the couch with her book.

Thursday

Sarah rushed to class hoping to have sometime with him but when she arrived, he was surrounded by recruits asking him questions or handing in their paper. She was still struggling with the assignment more now than ever. How could she write about her life and her reasons for signing up when he already knew her and not just biblically. Well, he knew most of her life story and what she told him in Athens. She looked up at him and he caught her eye and smiled. She still wanted answers as why he was here and he probably wanted the same. The crowd dispersed and she saw him walking towards her. Greetings recruits as he made his way to her. "Good morning." Slight pause. "Sarah, right?"

"Yes, good morning."

His brown eyes warm and inviting. So, tempting not to tear his clothes off and take him right there and now. He leaned against the row behind him and faced her. He just stared at her and she stared back. Their looks seemed to have a conversation of their own. Knowing exactly how each was feeling and wanting. Both smiling at the same time. In seconds Carina and Zondra walked in. "Hey why did you leave so early?" Sarah darted her eyes away. Charles smiled knowing the answer but failed to pick up on it when she walked in. He tilted his head slightly and looked at her as if he were sorry. She looked at him with a closed smile. "Morning ladies."

He looked at his watch. "Well, we better get started. He stood up and somehow his fingers met hers as he got up and that subtle touch would be enough to get them through the class.

Charles walked up to the front and faced the class. "Good morning. I have received a few assignments from those keeners. Good for you so the rest of you - you have till the end of the next week. Todaywe are going to discuss the question, What do you think is your reason to why you wanted to become a spy?" He heard grumbling. "Well, most of you will become a spy in some capacity unless once you're done here you seek out other areas within the CIA. This field isn't for the faint of heart. It takes the right person with the right mindset or goals to pull this job off. This job can make or break you." His voice went soft. Sarah noticed him regaining his composure. He walked around the desk to the white board. We will jot down words to why you wanted to become a CIA agent. Hands went up instantly. "Yes, you in the first row. Your name?" "Jesse." "Jesse what's your word." "Adventure." Charles wrote it on the board. He pointed to the next hand that was raised. "Name?" "Stephanie, purpose." He goes down the row. "Amy, retribution."

Charles wrote it down. In time the board full was of words then he came to Sarah. "Sarah." She looked at the list of words. "Risk."

Charles looked at her then wrote down the word risk. He stood back seeing all the words that the class presented. He capped the marker and walked the theatre. "As we can see here you all have your opinion to why you signed up. These words are just a small chunk of the huge iceberg that we don't see. The CIA is not always what the movies and tv shows portray but rather smaller details that I promise you you will develop and learn. Because one day when you're all alone and everything has gone wrong. It's those little things that are going to keep you safe." Charles walked over to the desk and grabbed a pile of envelopes. He held them up. The class eyed the envelopes. "I am going to give each of you an envelope. Inside each envelope is list of numbers and codes. You are to memorize these numbers and codes and whatever method you choose to memorize them, memorize them, then destroy the card, and please do not share what is inside these envelopes. I'm not trying to scare you but if ever you get yourself into a situation this envelope and its context will be that light in the darkest moment of your life literally and figuratively. Each one of you will have your own code that is connected to your name. Once your receive this envelope you will be asked to report to communications and set up your voice activation code. They will record your voice by doing; a series of recording voice overs to make sure your voice belongs to you. Your classes will resume but you will also need to sign up for gun training and tactical training. Your few moments of free time will be even less as the weeks progress. Sleep when you can but also keep up with everything else." Charles heard the grumbling. He ignored it. He looked up at the clock. "I will pass these out and then you're dismissed."

Charles looked at the names which he wrote down on each one of them. He grabbed the pile and started naming them off. "Carina," Carina grabbed her things and headed to the front. "Zondra, Phillip, Taylor, Michelle, Trevor." The names continued and each walked down to the front. He continued to name off the names. He looked at the next one and smiled. "Sarah." Sarah walked up and grabbed the envelope from him and then walked out.

Charles finished with the envelopes seeing the theatre empty. He grabbed his bag and headed back to his office. In seconds there stood Sarah. She quickly closed the door and she fell into his arms. Their kisses soft and many. "I can't stay." "I know." He kissed her again. "And how do you know that?"

He kissed her again. "How do you think I knew where to find you to drop the note off." She smiled then kissed him again trying to walk to the door. "When can we see each other again?" Charles walked to the door holding it closed with his left hand. "I don't know and I know you want to talk." She looks up. "I do." He whispered into her ear, "Okay, Ala."

She looked at him as he leaned back again. "Ala? What's that?"

"You want to talk; you figure it out." He kissed her one more time then stepped back as she opened the door. She headed to her class looking at her phone typing in the name Ala.

Sarah headed to communications hoping to get to the task that was placed upon them this morning. She hadn't had time to look at the envelope till she sat down waiting in line. She opened the envelope to see that there was a recipe type card inside with what looked like a 1 800 number. She read the card. Please memorize and destroy. There was another code phrase that again stated to know then destroy. Sarah looked up hearing her name. She showed her id badge then followed the man into a sound booth. "Please put these headphones on." Sarah put the headphone on. "We will get you to say what's on the piece of paper in front of you then you will read the info that is on your card. We will record your voice and the patterns it makes. So, if you ever have to use the info, we will know that it is the real you. Also, we will need a word or phrase that only you know that you can remember easily." Sarah thought about a word and nodded. "Okay, we will start shortly." Sarah sat on the stool and adjusted the headset. She spoke into the microphone hearing her voice through the headset. "Sounds great. Now your word or phrase." "Santorini." "Spell it."

" I." " Great. Just playing it back." The man walked out. " All set. I hope that you never have to use it."

Sarah slipped the card into her pocket and walked out and headed to her next class.

Sitting down in her next class which was linguistics. She opened up her laptop and searched the name Ala, coming up with everything but what she figured it really meant. Class started and she took random notes then went back to her search. 'Where would a word like Ala be used? He knew she wanted to talk to him but talking to him on campus was going to be tough.'

She scrolled down and at the bottom of her search, and saw a place called Ala which served Turkish coffee. She clicked on the directions and then googled where it was from campus. It was on the other side of town.

She headed home and changed then grabbed a taxi and headed over to Ala hoping that her search was correct. The taxi stopped in front of the coffee shop. She opened the door and indeed it was a coffee shop place. The young lady came to the front. "Can I help you?" "Yes, I am meeting someone here, can I see if they have arrived?" "Certainly." With a Turkish accent. Sarah walked in and strolled down the aisle of the place. She rounded the back end and there he was sitting at a table for two. She walked up to the table.

He stood up and pulled a chair out. He kissed her cheek then she watched him sit down and stared at him like she had weeks ago when she saw him in sitting in the crowded restaurant. "Well, it didn't take you that long to figure it out."

"Well, if I knew that it was a coffee place it would have helped."

"What fun is that."

"So, you waited here this whole time?" They looked up as their coffee arrived. "I usually come here often just to get away from the grind at work. And it's only been three days. And you said you wanted to talk. I just couldn't do that on campus." "So, what's the story about this place?" Taking her coffee. "I met the owner while on one of my first few missions. I ended up saving him from a fiery car crash. He told me that he was forever in my debt. When I got back to the states, there was a letter for me. I don't know how he found me, there were several of us on sight that day. Anyways in the letter was an invite to come for coffee. And I have been coming ever since except while I was gone."

"So said that you were hiding so to speak." Charles looked up. "I was sort of. Well now you know that I am an agent therefore a spy. But this job can make or break you. It can heal your soul but also suck the life out of you. I'm not going to tell you the details but that part of the job that can break you. Well, it destroyed me and there was nothing that I could do about it. Personally, I am still dealing with it coming back. Professionally I have no choice. So, when they found me, I had to come back. I was doing fine starting to feel like myself again. Travelling, seeing the world then I met you." He reaches for her hand. "And in three days I was myself again. Sounds weird I know." Sarah shook her head. "I felt that I was different. I wasn't worried or feared anything or had any anxiety." Sarah squeezed his hand, smiling back at him. "I just wished that I had met you sooner. It killed me to leave you but I had no choice. There was a moment when I got into the car, that maybe they had planted you there."

"They do that."

"Yes, they plop you in a situation that you think is so real and you fall hard then find out that its' all fake. A lie, a darn good lie, and all part of the job. But when Fitzroy, the agent who knocked on the door told me that they had found me on an ATM machine walking by I was so thankful that you weren't made up. That you were real."

"So, you being back?"

"I have a job to do and while I am doing that, I was asked to teach one class to fill in, that is real. But I didn't think that I would ever see you again. Seeing your name on the list didn't ring a bell."

Sarah took a sip of her coffee., letting the warmth trickle down her throat. She looked up at him. "Jenny is my birth name but I go by Sarah. It was easier to do that because I didn't want to ….I wanted a new chapter you can say."

Charles looked worried. Sarah continued. "My parents divorced when I was around ten and I chose to live with my dad. I love my mom but we had a difficult relationship. So, I figured going with my dad would be the better answer. But we fell on some hard times that we ended up having to pull some con jobs. My dad was actually quite good at them. Some of them were life saving jobs others were just too easy not to try. We ran a con once using an armour car where I had to fake being hit by a car. Well actually the armour car did hit me hard. My arm did hurt for a few days. Then there where the Salvation Army cons. I still feel bad about those."

Charles smiled. "We settled in San Diego and I started seeing my mom again but on weekends my dad and I would do our thing. But these cons were getting more and more involved and involving a tough crowd. My dad told me to trust him and if anything went wrong, I was to run and never look back. So, one spring day I was around almost 18. It was a good day, one of the few days that I got to have. School wasn't my favourite, I wasn't much of anything, I guess I still am." Charles leaned over and kissed her. Then whispered. "You're more than that." Then sat back down. Taking a moment Sarah started up again. "I drove up our street and saw tonnes of cars, DEA, FBI, and CIA. All running in and out of my house. I saw my dad being put into handcuffs." Charles sat up and leaned on his elbows. "I remembered what my dad said and I ran. I ran to where we buried our to go bags. I skidded to a stop and fell to my knees crying as I dug up our stash. I tore open a tin box and saw a wad of bills and US bonds. I wiped a tear away and closed the tin when I heard what sounded like a branch being stepped on. I turned and flicked a knife at the person. Just missing his right shoulder. He looked at me as I was trying to stand up then looked at the knife while pulling it out and returning it back to me. He seemed to know me then he told me who he was and that he had an offer for me. We talked and he knew that my dad had trained me well but he said he could do better. His choices were jail or here. I guess some of the jobs my dad made me do count as criminal and that I could be charged along side my dad. I stared him down and asked him what was the alternative and I didn't have to make a choice now. He said he'd let me think it over and get back to me. Well, that was months ago. He said that I needed to make a decision. He had left me alone for three years then I had a few days to give him an answer." "So, you chose this?"

"I kind of like my freedom. And joining the CIA wouldn't be the worst thing? I gave him my answer and he told me to be in DC at a certain time. I had to get away so I threw my knife at a map I had on my wall and I said wherever it landed that is where I would go before, I sold my soul. And like I said to you before it landed on Athens."

"Yeah, well thank goodness for a good toss." Charles took a sip then put his cup down. "So, who was the guy that came after you?"

Sarah looked up. "CIA, I think, Langston was his name." Charles sat back. "You know him?" Charles eventually answered her. He lied. "I heard of him."

He looked at her over his coffee. And how close they came to being caught. And if they were how would he explain that the girl that an agent was with was not only a recruit but the very recruit that was personally picked by one Langston Graham to join the CIA. Charles had heard of the CIA mentoring and choosing their recruits carefully. In some circles, he was Beckman's wild card. And now he was looking at Langston's wild card.

They seemed to say enough to answer some of their questions, at least for now. Charles pulled the chair out and embraced her. It was a lot to process for the both of them. Charles kissed her softly then walked to the door. "I can drive you back in?"

"I know but I may not want to leave your car." Charles smiled. They held each other till Sarah's ride came. He slipped her a twenty. "It's the least I can do." He opened the door for her as she kissed him once more then he closed the door. She rolled down the window. He knew what she was going to say. " I am here once or twice a week." She looked at him as he knelt down in front of her. "Okay."

He grabbed her chin softly. "We will make it work."

He stood up and lightly banged on the roof. The driver got the message and drove off.

A week later

Charles sat down after class wanting to see Sarah but instead decided to finish reading the rest of the assignments that came in. He saw hers and decided to save it till the end. Hours later he finally got to hers. He dragged his fingers down the cover page seeing her name. He flipped to the first page and began reading.

When the assignment was handed out, I wasn't prepared to share my story. For the most part my life had been pretty good but there are things that I am not proud of but, looking back I can see why I had to go through those things, in order to be sitting here writing this. I was not recruited in the typical sense that I went to a prestige College or had the right name. But I can name on one hand those who are trust fund kids. So, my reasons to become a CIA agent well I don't really have one. I was given a choice it was either do this or live in a 9x9 cell. Now you're wondering where I am going with this. Not to elaborate but my dad did some or rather made some bad choices which involved me and because of those choices I had to pay my dues as well. But someone saw the good in me and gave me a second chance to take a risk on me. 'That is why you said the word risk.' He continued to read. It was not only him taking a chance on me but a stranger I met that who was the light in that darkest moment that made me see that something good could happen. And it did all because of a single chair. Now you're wondering why a chair. Well, the chair was the only chair left in a crowded eating establishment and I had lost my luggage and had no where to sleep. Another long story. And there within the crowd of strangers was an empty chair that was offered to me. I accepted and it began a conversation with this stranger that by the end of the day we were no longer strangers. We didn't know how it would end or if we would ever see each other again but that time together and the hope they gave me altered how I approached this new chapter. I believe that I can become an excellent agent that my life's experiences will be a great asset to any mission. Maybe my dad was unknowingly preparing me for this. Despite doing what he did it was the over all planning, implementing, and executing of these events. Being prepared if it went right or if it when wrong. We had to be prepared for anything. Because we didn't know what would happen. Just like this career. We don't know how a mission will look like or where we will be going or who we might have to deal with. But knowing that professionals will train us. We are in good hands. And if you asked me, am I ready? No but I am getting there. Sarah Walker.'

Charles closed her paper and sat back.He just had access into the eyes of one Sarah Walker. Looked to her soul even though he knew her this was an honour. He looked at his clock and it was late. He headed over to PJ's looked around not seeing her he headed back to his office, ate then crashed on his couch.

Weeks later

They had only seen each other in class and even that was lost in the shuffle of recruits coming and going. And it was that last Thursday of the month that he cancelled class due to meetings with Beckman that couldn't wait. She wanted answers and a timeline. Charles had neither. Sarah headed to the library not seeing him since Ala's. She spent the day there only leaving for her other classes. She headed up the stairs and passed some private cubicles that was used for studying. Not watching where she was going, was grabbed and a hand went over her mouth. She tried to scream but whoever it was – was a lot stronger than her. She was dragged inside trying to wiggle free when she felt the man's hand soften over her mouth and she breathed in his scent. She now knew who it was. She turned around and there he was. She back him up against the door and kissed him. He welcomed her lips. Coming up for air. "What are you doing here?"

"Had to see you and to give you this."

He handed her - her paper. "You could have waited till I was in class." " I know but I wouldn't be able to do this." He grabbed her face and kissed her softly and wrapped his arms around her. "And to give you this." He passed her – her bra. She looked at it and things picked up quickly. He lifted her up and sat her down on the table. She grabbed his face kissing him back. She stopped as he grabbed her shirt. "Do you have an idea of how dirty this table is?" Charles slipped his jacket off and laid it beside her. She smiled and scooted over. She smiled then motioned for him to continue. Their bodies joined and it was not too fast that they didn't enjoy the moment but wanting some more. Charles held her close kissing her exposed skin. Her legs wrapped around him. Caressing his muscular back. He rested inside her neck as this was his ending point. He brought his lips to hers and smiled resting his forehead on hers. Sarah slid her hand down his back and around his hips resting them just above his waist. He leaned back pulling up his boxers and jeans up then grabbing hers. She took them from him and slipped into them. Then watched him as he offered to put her boots back on her. She jumped down passing him his jacket. "You might not want to well you know." "I don't care." He slipped it on then kissed her as he walked to the door. "I hate to run." "I know."

He waved slightly opening the door then looking left then right then walked out. Sarah reached for the door seeing her assignment and her bra. She grabbed both of them then looked at the table and what had just occurred. She found her table and sat down. She stuffed her bra into her bag then looked at her paper flipping through it not seeing anything till the last page. There he had written a response.' You are where you need to be and not because of the choices your parents made. Their choices are theirs as much as our choices are are here because this job needs people like you. Your skill set will only get better and in time those wounds will start to heal. So, take the time to sit in a chair once in awhile and relax. One day those bad days won't seem as bad anymore. Great job. C.C.'