Chapter 6
A/N: This chapter is going to be little things, but they make up the big things down the road…again thank you for the reviews, follows, favorites, and just all around love.
Today, let’s find Halestorm, put in on yo’ music device. Ch 6, Break In… You are the only one.
The only that sees me. That trusts me and believes me…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Chuck, I don’t own Gremlins, and you shouldn’t feed me after midnight either.
Sarah woke feeling warm and comfortable. She was on her side, and she felt Chuck behind her, and her hand on top of his, on her hip. She traced her thumb over his hand and electricity shot through her body. She looked over her shoulder, and he was staring at her, with a look that could only be described as hunger. She gave a salacious grin, and flipped over onto her other side. She reached across and cupped his head with her left hand, letting her fingers play with her curls. The look in his eyes only increased, and she sprang. The two nearly moaned simultaneously and somewhere in Chuck’s mind he k-new he thought they should take it slow, but he couldn’t remember why. His thumb caught under the hem of her shirt and rubbed across her rib. He swore he heard her growl. For a second they parted and there was a question on her face. Chuck never said a word, he just grinned, and slowly leaned in, taking her bottom lip between his. Sarah shoved him down, and got ready to pounce.
“MAMA!” the yell came from next door, and just like that, it was over. Sarah was back beside him before Chuck could figure out what had happened.
“In here, baby girl!” she yelled. The door opened and Molly came in, looking very upset.
“You wasn’t in your room,” she said.
“Weren’t,” Sarah corrected.
“Weren’t,” she said nodding. “Gonna sleep here now?”
“No, Baby,” Sarah replied. “Daddy and I are moving to my room today.” Chuck gave her a look and she returned it. “Aren’t we, Daddy?” she asked with an amused smirk. Chuck turned to Molly.
“Sorry we scared you, Pumpkin,” Chuck said.
“It’s ok,” she said crawling up between the two. “Love you,” she said, giving each of them a kiss.
“Sarah, do you see this?” Chuck asked, in faux worry.
“Oh, my,” she said, in the same way. “What do we do?” Molly giggled.
“This,” Chuck said, and raspberried her cheek. Sarah did the other side, and Molly squealed in delight. Emma came in the room to see what all the fuss was about.
“I see you’re good intentions did no good last night,” Emma said.
“He’s moving into my room today,” Sarah told her. “He can either help me move his stuff, or I’ll do it myself.”
“Word of advice, help her,” Emma said. “We both know she’s stubborn and will do exactly what she wants.”
“I feel like I have no say,” Chuck said.
“Nonsense,” Sarah replied. “You have all the say you want, I’m just going to do what I want to do.” With that, she hopped out of bed, grabbed Molly and left the room.
“There’s a couple of old sayings that apply here; be careful what you wish for, and I think he doth protest too much,” Emma said grinning. Chuck returned the grin. Emma left, and Chuck got out of bed, and slowly made his way to the stairs. When he got there, Sarah was coming back up, so he leaned back against the wall to give her room. She got to the top of the stairs, grabbed his arm, drug him into her bedroom, spun him around, and managed to shut the door, lock it, and kiss him all in one move. He found himself pinned against the door.
“Good morning,” she said, grinning, pulling away.
“Morning,” he managed to get out.
“I was just curious how the battle of heart and head was going?” she asked innocently.
“Right now, one side is winning handily,” Chuck answered honestly. “But it’s being heavily influenced.” Sarah grinned.
“Will you please move in here with me? I will behave,” she said.
“What if I don’t want you to behave?” Chuck squeaked out. Sarah smiled.
“I think I need to quit influencing your battle,” she said, pulling him gently off the door.
“You’re probably right,” Chuck said, and he pulled her to him kissing her. “I’ve thought about you every day for three long years, Sarah Jenny Walker Burton. I’ve thought about you when I wake up, when I go to bed, when I’m working, when I was studying, and all throughout my dreams. I hacked Harvard looking for you.”
“You found me, and you’re in my life, Chuck,” she said. “You’re a part of my life, Chuck,” and pulled him into a hug.
“I meant it last night, I love you, Sarah.”
“I love you too, Chuck.”
“Where would you like to go on a date?” he asked.
“Wherever,” she said. “Just as long as I’m with you.”
“Just me and you, or our little chaperon?” he asked.
“Just you and me,” Sarah replied. Chuck nodded and leaned in to kiss her. “I thought you wanted slow?” she asked with a grin.
“Given our history, isn’t this slow?” he asked, pulling out the eyebrow dance. Sarah laughed, and headed for the door.
“I’m going to have to stop by the store on the way to work, just to be safe,” she said, winking. Chuck gave her a look. “Not that they did us a lot of good last time.” Chuck’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. She stared at him for a second. “You didn’t say no,” she said, and left.
“Oh, boy,” he muttered to himself.
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Chuck rode in silence to Truffaut with Sarah
“She thinks we need a little quiet time and she like driving around Molly by herself,” Sarah said. “She even did this when it was only the three of us.” Chuck looked at her. “I thought maybe you were wondering why we didn’t all ride in one vehicle.” Chuck nodded. “Okay, Bartowski, you usually can’t shut up and you haven’t said a word this morning.”
“What are we?” Chuck said softly. “Us.”
“Oh,” Sarah said. “Well, remember when I said you could see other people and live there with me?”
“Yeah.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t,” Sarah said.
“I don’t want to,” Chuck said. Sarah nodded.
“I’m not seeing anyone, in fact, I haven’t really been out since you and I went out at Stanford,” she admitted. “I found out I was pregnant a little while later, so that really shuts down the dating life, and most guys were jerks compared to the incredible guy I was longing for. Then after I had Molly and went back to the CIA, most of the time was at the Farm so I put my all into it. They wanted me to have a cover partner in Bryce Larkin-”
“WHAAAATT?!” Chuck asked, shocked. Sarah giggled.
“Yeah, after he got you kicked out of Stanford…not happening,” she said.
“You know I should feel a little weird how much you stalked me, but I don’t,” Chuck said, grinning. Sarah grinned back.
“Well, that’s good, because the only other guy I’ve been kinda seeing since I got back to California, was in his bed, asleep, and I’d just sit and talk to him. He seemed to always know I was there though, because he would say Jenny in his sleep.” Chuck turned to her.
“My dreams about you had increased in the past few months,” Chuck said. “It never dawned on me until right now as to why.” Chuck put his head in his hands. “We are some strange couple.”
“It’s California, Chuck,” Sarah said. “We probably aren’t the strangest, but we might be up there.” Chuck’s phone made a noise, and he checked it.
“Uh-oh,” he said.
“What’s wrong,” Sarah said. Chuck gave her a look.
“Well, my friend, Morgan, he wants to come see his niece,” Chuck began. Sarah grinned.
“You mean Morgan Guillermo Grimes, born 1982, son of Bolonia Garcia Boganvia Grimes and-”
“AHH!” Chuck said, cutting her off. “We don’t talk about him.” Sarah nodded. “Continue,” he said, enjoying this.
“Morgan is better known as Charles Irving Bartowski’s hetro-sexual life partner, and may be best known for taking Ellie’s pillow to the prom.”
“He had such a good time with it that night,” Chuck said, thinking back. Sarah shook her head an amused expression on her face.
“So he wants to see his niece,” Sarah said. Chuck nodded, not looking her in the eye. “And, make sure I’m good enough for you.” Chuck didn’t say anything, but he gave a quick nod. “Good.” Chuck turned to her, confused.
“Good?”
“Good,” she said. “You need someone in your life like him looking out for you.” Chuck smiled.
“You mean besides you?” he asked. “Watch it, Chuck, I’ll have to go to large mart and buy the big box,” Sarah said. Chuck blushed, turned around, and looked straight out the window as Sarah laughed.
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Sarah and Chuck were in her office chatting when there was a knock on the door. Chuck opened it, and looked at the muscular man in front of him.
“John Casey,” he said in nearly a grunt. “I was told to report here.”
“Chuck Bartowski,” Chuck said, offering his hand. Casey shook it, and Chuck was worried Casey might have crushed Chuck’s hand.
“John Casey, NSA,” Sarah said, standing and walking up to him, hand out.
“Sarah Walker, CIA,” Casey said, shaking hers.
“I feel a little inadequate here,” Chuck said. They both looked at him, Sarah holding in a laugh, Casey looking at him like he was a dumbass.
“I was told to be in charge of security,” Casey said, not asked. Sarah nodded.
“John, why are you here?” Chuck asked.
“It’s Casey, and I take orders, I don’t question them, and I don’t answer to you,” he said.
“Chuck is one-third owner, so technically you do,” Sarah replied. Casey grunted which sounded suspiciously like the word moron, but Chuck let it go.
“I’ll be out front,” he said, turned, and left.
“Pleasant fellow,” Chuck said.
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Morgan walked in the door at Truffaut looking for Chuck.
“Can I help you?” Casey asked.
“I’m here to see, Chuck,” Morgan replied. Casey checked the calendar.
“He has no appointments today,” Casey said.
“Well, call him,” Morgan said.
“I don’t have his number,” Casey countered.
“You are the worst secretary ever,” Morgan replied. Casey growled and stood. Morgan’s eyebrows shot up. “But, man, congrats to you for trying something outside of your comfort zone, you should be proud of yourself.”
“Describe Chuck,” Casey growled.
“Tall, good looking in a self depreciating kind of way. Brown curly hair, and chocolate eyes that stare into your soul,” Morgan said. Casey looked a little disgusted.
“Huh, I thought the geek was dating Walker, not you,” Casey said. Morgan shook his head.
“First, nerd,” Morgan said. Casey gave him a weird look. “It’s nerd, not geek, second, he is dating Sarah, I’m just his hetro-sexual life partner.”
“Right, and the first thing you corrected me on was nerd instead of geek,” Casey countered. Morgan shook his head, and began to walk in.
“I’ve had enough o-ack-” Casey grabbed Morgan by the neck and held him against the walk. He picked up the phone with his other hand.
“I have a situation out here,” Casey said and hung up. A minute later, Sarah came down the hall.
“Casey, put Morgan down!” she said. Casey shrugged and let go. Morgan fell to the floor in a heap. “He is Chuck’s friend, let him in whenever.”
“It’s your company to ruin,” he said. Sarah gave him a look, and then went to check on Morgan. He sat up, shook his head, and looked at Sarah.
“Wow, he said you were attractive, but he forgot to tell me you were smokin hot!” Morgan said. Sarah raised an eyebrow. “You know what this means don’t you?” Sarah shook her head. Chuck was walking up, hearing the whole thing, but not close enough to stop it. “That make you Vicky Vale, him Bruce Wayne, and me Dick Grayson, because I’m Batman’s Robin!”
“Batman?” Sarah asked Chuck.
“I mean you are Vicky Vale,” Chuck said. “It is a high compliment.”
“And that makes all of that better?” she asked grinning.
“Seems your stalking missed out on how big a nerd I was,” Chuck said, proud of himself. Sarah shook her head, got up, walked past, and stopped right beside of him.
“No, I’m just more of a Selina Kyle,” she said, and kept walking. Morgan’s mouth dropped and Chuck nearly fainted.
“Dude you’re dating CATWOMAN!” Morgan yelled. Chuck heard Sarah laughing down the hallway. “I have to go talk to her.” Chuck put his head in his hand.
“Buddy,” he began.
“No, Chuck,” Morgan said. “It is my duty as your future brother-in-law-”
“Ellie is not going to marry you,” Chuck cut in.
“Let’s not let facts get in the way,” Morgan said. “It is my duty as your future brother-in-law to make sure she’s right for you.” Chuck stood out of the way and watched him head up the hall to find Sarah. “Uh, which office is she in?” Morgan eventually found it, as Sarah was sitting there, waiting for him.
“Morgan,” she said. “Please, sit.” Morgan took a seat, and studied her.
“I don’t see a Jenny,” he finally said. Sarah nodded. “Sarah, though, that’s right.”
“Really?” Sarah asked. “Because that’s not my birth name.” Morgan’s eyes got big. “I’m not 100% sure what it is, to be honest. It’s changed so many times. My dad was a con man so we moved from town to town switching identities.” Morgan’s jaw dropped.
“That’s so cool,” Morgan said.
“No, it was horrible,” Sarah replied. Morgan shook his head.
“I mean, it sounds lonely, but the adventure, the travel,” he said in awe.
“All of it, overrated,” she replied.
“Then why did you leave him?” Morgan asked, point blank, Sarah sighed.
“I was told if I didn’t my dad wouldn’t get out of jail,” she said. Morgan nodded. “Then I was told if I told him before our deal was up, my father would be put back in jail and his record not expunged.”
“You know everyone except Ellie and I have abandoned Chuck,” he said.
“I know,” she said, looking away, tears in her eyes. “I kept up with him. I knew about Stanford and being expelled, I knew about the Buy More, the Morgan door.” She looked at him. “When I met him, Morgan, he was so terribly hungover. I was supposed to protect him, and I had walked by him twice. He had the chance to use every pickup line, but he didn’t. He made me laugh, took care of me, offered me his roommate’s bed to sleep in, and refused to take advantage of me when I wanted him when I was drunk, and I had to leave him. Four days. That’s all it took for him to change my life. I don’t what went wrong with our protection, but I’m glad it did, and I’m glad I have that little girl.”
Morgan just stared at her, in awe, not knowing what to say.
“You know what killed me the most?” she asked, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands. “When I moved back, I got to see our child every day. The one who looks like me, but acts like him. Loving, caring, forgiving,” she said, nearly breaking down. “She just looked at a picture and knew who her daddy was. The first time he was here, she climbed into his lap. It killed me Morgan, and I didn’t have the guts to make sure my little girl had her dad, because I was too scared to lose mine.”
“Chuck understands that,” Morgan said. “Chuck understands family.” Sarah nodded.
“I’m not going anywhere, Morgan,” she said. “I swear to you, I’m never going to hurt him like that or let anyone else do that to him again. I hate that I did, but at the time I made what I thought was the best choice, obviously it wasn’t.” Morgan got up and came around. “What are you doing?”
“I’m giving you a hug, Sarah, because you need one, and a friend,” he said, hugging her. Sarah hugged him back, surprising both of them. “Don’t let him eat after midnight,” he said.
“Why, will he change into something?” Sarah asked, the two breaking the hug. Morgan’s eyes lit up.
“Did you just make a Gremlins joke?” Morgan asked. Sarah shrugged. “Okay, well, see, he gets like…well, gassy.”
“That happens,” Sarah said.
“No, you don’t understand, like super gassy,” Morgan said. Sarah was fighting the smile for all she was worth.
“What about water?” she asked. Morgan stared at her and then hugged her again.
“I’m so happy,” he said, near tears. He pulled away, a smile of joy on his face. “Thank you,” he squeaked out, and left. Sarah smiled as she watched him leave. Morgan found Chuck and the two spent some time together with Molly. Around noon he needed to leave, and Chuck and Sarah walked Morgan out.
“Oh, before I forget, I saw your dad yesterday when I was going to the Buy More, Chuck,” Morgan said. They were near the front, and Casey heard what Morgan said. Sarah saw him start paying attention. “He said that, not to trust her, she’s a queen.”
“Who’s a queen?” Chuck asked. Morgan shrugged.
“I told him to switch to decaf,” Morgan said. Chuck and Sarah shared a look. “Well, good seeing you guys.”
“You too, Buddy,” Chuck said. “I’ll try to catch you online for a game soon.” Chuck watched him leave.
“We need to call this in,” Casey said. Chuck and Sarah shared another look.
“I told you something was fishy about the whole thing,” Chuck said.
“I agreed with you,” Sarah said. Chuck grinned at her, and followed behind the two. They walked into Casey’s office, and he turned on the TV. After a minute, the screen split in two.
“General,” Casey said. “Graham.”
“Wow, I called a really big guy-” Chuck began.
“Something you don’t want to again,” Sarah said to him.
“Agent Casey, Mrs. Walker, Mr. Bartowski,” Graham said. “Now what’s happened?” Casey turned to Chuck. Chuck pointed at himself, as if to say, “who, me?” Casey grunted at him.
“Well, it seems my dad visited my friend, yesterday and had him give me a message of not to trust the queen,” Chuck said. Graham straightened when he heard that.
“Mr. Grimes told you that?” Graham asked.
“You don’t know it was Morgan,” Chuck said. “I could have lots of friends.” Graham just stared at him. “I mean I don’t, but I could, I’m very sociable.”
“Is there anything else?” the general asked.
“Yes, who are you?” Chuck asked.
“General Beckman, NSA,” she said.
“Why is Casey here?” Chuck asked.
“To protect you,” she replied.
“From what?” Chuck responded.
“That is what we’re trying to figure out.”
“Please don’t ever write inspirational cards,” Chuck said. Beckman stared at him, and her feed cut off. Graham tried to hide the grin. He nodded and did the same. He thought for a second, got up, walked over to his safe, opened it, and pulled out a cell phone. He dialed the only number programed into it.
“Hello, I was calling to see if you can make pear frosting?” he asked. There was silence on the other end for a second.
“Did you say pear frosting?” the voice asked.
“That is correct,” Graham said.
“I think you have the wrong number,” the voice said, and disconnected. Graham stared at the phone, wondering if he did the right thing.
A/N: Next: Date night…And just who is Graham calling (most of you know)… You are the only one. The only one that knows me. And in the dark you show me…Until next time.
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