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A/N: Right! So.. Chapter 6, it is! I still have no idea where to take this story, but I haven't forgotten my promise to give it a happy ending. I will definitely be finishing this story though. Thanks for all the reviews, and thank you for even reading this story. Hope you continue to enjoy it haha. I'd probably drag it along for a few more chapters before I end it. We'll see how it goes. And yes, this chapter is horribly boring, at least it is, in my opinion.

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Chuck Bartowski’s eyes darted back and forth nervously as he made his way toward the Orange Orange. His barely-existent spy senses happened to be tingling, and they were telling him that he was being watched.

He picked out at least two agents, inconspicuously eyeing him from their table inside the yogurt shop. How Sarah wasn’t remotely suspicious of them yet, genuinely surprised Chuck, until he recalled the praise Marshall had for his agents.

“We are spies, Mr Bartowski, and we are the best in the business.”

The two Ring agents, dressed in plain clothes and looking convincingly like two normal friends having an animated conversation, seemed to have fooled even Sarah herself. But Chuck knew better.

These were the same men who had been in his room when he made the deal with Marshall.

The deal was simple, really.

Chuck would attempt to talk Sarah and Casey into the job, but only if they were not harmed if they declined Chuck’s offer. If they declined, well, he hadn’t thought that far yet.
Deciding that having the chance of two more renowned agents joining his ranks was worth the wait, Marshall had agreed to the compromise.

It was a win-win situation for him. He would still have the Intersect, should the two agents decide that their loyalty to their respective agencies outweighed anything else. And if they were reluctant in giving him back his Intersect, they would just have to deal with lying in a coffin for the rest of their lives. No one made promises in their line of work anyway.

As Chuck pushed the door open slowly, he licked his lips in anticipation as the bell hung on the door signalled his arrival.

How would Sarah react to seeing him?

In the past two days of his extremely eventful life, he had been kidnapped, tortured, rescued and captured again. Yet here he was, bruises already partially faded, recently showered and standing in front of the counter with a full blown grin at seeing her again.

Shuffling his feet and clearing his throat nervously, he watched as Sarah whirled around gracefully to meet him. Stunned cobalt eyes met warm, chocolate brown ones.

Her eyes. He was so lost in them.

He was disorientated now. All his anxiety and worries were quickly forgotten as he was once again awed by her dazzling eyes, and every memory from the past 48 hours was quickly pushed to the back of his brain, hazy and forgotten.

A blush rose quickly to his cheeks as he realized how long they had been staring at each other –
he stared in wonder, while she stared as if Chuck had grown Professor Dumbledore’s trademark beard.

“Chuck?!” She exclaimed, worry and relief both etched in her voice.

“Uh, hey, Sarah,” he replied, chuckling nervously.

Her eyes scanned his face for any indication of why he was standing right in front of her, while she earnestly prayed that he wasn’t just an illusion.

“Stay. I’m going to close up, we need to talk in private,” she whispered softly, careful not to attract any unwanted attention from the other patrons in the unusually crowded shop.

Making her way around the counter, she planted a small peck on his lips – which made Chuck relax a little, stemming the perspiration flow in his hands – and made her way around the tables, politely requesting that the other patrons leave the shop.

The two Ring agents played their parts well, and left the shop without hesitation or protest.

What Chuck didn’t notice were the two bugs they had planted under the table and one hidden near the Orange Orange counter when they had ordered their frozen yogurt.

Only after locking the front door and making sure that the shop was empty, did Sarah finally acknowledge that Chuck was safe and back in her hands. She finally let her composure break as she ran straight into him, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. Chuck grinned, almost smugly, as he slowly allowed his muscular arms to entwine themselves around her body.

She had allowed herself this small slip, but she willed herself to pull away from him only after a moment. She wiped away a lone tear that had made its way down her cheek, and strolled wordlessly into Castle, Chuck following closely behind.

“Chuck, you have to understand this. Beckman put a kill order on you, and since you’re back, I’m much obliged to consider it as an invalid instruction.” Sarah forced herself to keep her emotions in check, but she couldn’t help but cringe when she spat out the two most hated words in her dictionary right then, ‘kill order’.

“You need to tell me exactly where you were, who captured you, and what you told them. Right now.”

Chuck’s face fell visibly as he slumped down in one of the chairs in Castle. He swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat, before whispering, “Would you have done it?”

“What?”

“Would… Would you have gone through with the kill order?” Chuck asked, suddenly finding his worn out sneakers more interesting than Sarah at the moment.

When there was no reply, Chuck felt his heart deflate as did every part of his body. He finally summoned enough courage to look her in the eyes.

What he saw startled him to the very core of his being. Her eyes were no longer gentle, and they no longer were the cobalt hue that they once were. No, her eyes were black as coal, and they were narrowed into slits, staring daggers into him.

For a moment, Chuck thought he saw his life flash before his eyes. Oh God, she’s going to go through with the kill order. There’s my answer, then, he thought, feeling his heart rate increase.

“Chuck,” she spat his name out in anger, “you should very well know by now, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. How could you think that I would just go through with such an unreasonable order? Don’t you trust me?” She was partly screaming now, and Chuck cowered back into his seat, an expression of complete guilt and fear evident in his face.

“I’m sorr –”

“Did you or did you not divulge any information in the Intersect to Fulcrum?” she cut him off coldly, ignoring any attempt at apology.

Chuck’s eyes snapped up to meet her eyes again. Still black, he noticed.

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t exactly captured by Fulcrum. These guys were enemies of Fulcrum, and probably every other agency in the government.” He wrung his hands nervously. He pretended not to notice her sudden increase in tension and continued.

“They’re called The Ring, Sarah, and they wanted us to join them. I made a deal with them to see if I could convince you and Casey to join them, if not, they were going to sell me to Fulcrum. That was probably a lie, but either way, they were going to keep me.”

Overloaded with emotions, Sarah’s face flashed from anger, to confusion and doubt, to anger again, as she realised what Chuck was asking of her.

“Chuck, I won’t betray my country. And as much as I hate the CIA, I can’t just go rogue and betray them, and those guys were pretty stupid to let you go. What makes them think we’ll give you back that easily?”

“Sarah, I made them promise not to hurt you and Casey. These guys are absolute professionals, and not that I ever doubted your abilities, but they would probably kick your ass, along with Casey’s and mine, if you ever crossed them. They practically made Fulcrum, but they’re against them now, that’s a good thing right? I flashed on them.” He was babbling, and he knew it.

Sarah looked to the ground, frowning in deep contemplation.

“What do you want me to do, Chuck?”

“I – I don’t know…”

“Yeah? Well, I do!” Casey stepped into the room carrying a large and fully loaded gun. Slamming it on the table, he turned around to face the both of them with a sly smirk.

“We’re going to do exactly what they want us to do. We’re going to join them.”

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