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I chewed on the end of my pen distractedly as I listened to Captain Graham’s deep voice rumbling behind the closed door of his office. He was talking to Agent Redding, I knew. But the blinds were drawn on his office windows, which meant I couldn’t see how he was reacting to the conversation.
There was plenty for him to be angry about. The director of the FBI apparently called Agent Redding about the breach in the LA department’s cyber security. And now more than just the Los Angeles sect of the FBI was involved. The director was sending his own agents out from D.C. to start looking into the situation.
And this was exactly what we’d been trying to keep from happening.
Everything was fucked.
Everything was so fucked.
Agent Redding had just been chewed out by Director Mooney, the head of the FBI. Graham was trying to get some reassurance that Mooney’s goons wouldn’t let the scandal-starved media leeches get word of the situation. For my protection.
And on top of all of that, Chuck was arriving any minute. He was our guy, now. Our go-to computer guru. My personal go-to everything else guru. And as much as I wanted him here for support, this morning’s news causing me to be on the brink of unraveling completely, I was also afraid for him to walk into this absolute shit show. Just having him here would give me support, but it was going to be a lot for him.
He could handle it. I didn’t doubt his ability to stay calm in such a difficult situation. I just didn’t want him to have to handle this. When he could be in his office at the Buy More, doing something less stressful, like telling an elderly person how to turn their computer on over the phone.
I looked over from Graham’s office as I heard O’Bannon exclaim, “Well, well. If it isn’t the Nerd Herd.”
And there was Chuck, walking into the precinct with an unsure smile on his face. I could tell he wasn’t sure if O’Bannon was making fun of him sincerely or if he was just going to be the butt of a few ‘new guy’ jokes now. I was pretty sure it was both at this point.
Casey, Ruiz, and O’Bannon were less enthused than Graham even about hiring Chuck back on.
But I pushed all of that to the side and stood up from my desk, dropping the pen I’d been chewing onto my keyboard and unconsciously smoothing my hand down my pink blouse. I made a point of not looking too nice today, because if I tried as hard as I wanted to for the new addition to our team, the guys would definitely notice. They knew me pretty well for a couple of doofuses.
Chuck’s eyes swept over to me the second I stood and I saw him make a concentrated effort not to grin that grin of his. Instead he nodded quietly and stopped at Casey’s desk since that was the first one he came upon.
“Erm. Here to report for duty, uh, sir. I’m in the right building? Are you the person I’m supposed to report to?”
Casey threw a mocking look around Chuck at Ruiz who snorted and smirked, swiveling his chair.
“I’ll take your report,” Ruiz snarked.
Chuck looked over his shoulder at him. I’d explained each of them to Chuck while we were in bed the other night. I told him about John Casey’s suspicious nature, how hard it was to cement his trust and loyalty, but how once you had it, he was like a protective daddy elephant or something. I told him how crabby Casey was, how little the guy liked emotions in general. And I advised him not to take his insults too personally. Ruiz was a snarky asshole 90 percent of the time, I said. To everyone. He thought he was hilarious. But he was serious when it was necessary. And O’Bannon was the sweetheart, always trying to keep up with Ruiz when it came to joking around, but underneath it all, he was a good cop who believed in the system and believed in being a decent human being above all else.
I thought O’Bannon would probably be Chuck’s best bet to form some sort of a trust. He was the most open to other people, the most liable to give people a chance.
But Chuck wasn’t supposed to know the ins and outs of the precinct. Luckily it seemed that hadn’t been something I had to mention to Chuck. He was smart. He figured it out on his own.
Because he merely blinked in confusion, apparently not really knowing if Ruiz really was the person he should report to. “Uuuuhhh…”
“I’m messin’ with you, hombre. I—”
“Mr. Bartowski,” I interrupted, hurrying around my desk towards him. I shot Ruiz a look that plainly said Shut up. It was a look he was used to after a year and a half of working with me. “Hi. Detective Sarah Walker. I’m heading the investigation and the team, at the moment.”
“Ah. Yes. You were—” He looked over his shoulder and then leaned a little closer. “I worked on your computer.”
“That’s right.” I reached out to shake his hand. “If you’ll follow me into the interrogation room, I’m going to go over a few things with you.”
“Need us for this part?” Casey grumbled, eyeing Chuck up and down, his lip curled in dislike. I didn’t appreciate it. But I had to keep from getting defensive about Chuck right now. The guys didn’t know him the way I did. I couldn’t blame them for mistrusting him at first.
“Uh, no.” I smiled professionally at Chuck. “Just a few ground rules. I’ll let you guys know when we need you. Mr. Bartowski, if you’d follow me.”
“F’course!” He shot a quick look at the other detectives and then turned on his heel to follow me into the interrogation room. I shut the door behind us and let out a long breath.
“Your partners hate my guts,” Chuck said.
“I told you they’d be like this at first,” I replied, sending him a pitying look as I crawled up to sit on the edge of the table.
He pulled his messenger bag off of his shoulder and set it down on the table next to me, standing in front of me and pushing his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. “You did. It’s true. How are you?”
The suddenness of the question caught me off guard a little. “Uhh…” I huffed and tucked some hair behind my ear. “I’ve been better. New developments.” He tilted his head in curiosity. “The director of the FBI called Agent Redding this morning and tore him a new one because of the breach in the LA sect.”
“You mean how Fulcrum sent an email out from Redding’s account?”
“That. Yes. But the worst part of this is that Mooney decided said breach requires him to send his own people down here to look into things.”
“Shit.”
“Yep. The FBI is going to be swarming all over this place by tomorrow.”
“That’s not good.”
“No, it’s not. And…” I pushed off of the table and slid up close to him, running a hand down his tie as I peeked over his shoulder to make sure the blinds were still shut and nobody could see us. “If you feel like this is enough reason to pull out, protect yourself, I totally understand. A legendary hacker in the midst of a bunch of feebs? This is not a very safe place for you to be.”
And I was more than just a little concerned for him.
He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not worried about that. But that whole too many cooks in the kitchen thing. You get more FBI agents in here, you get more potential leaks. Not just that but Fulcrum could either go two ways: his head gets bigger and bigger the more he sees the feds getting involved and he gets gutsy, or he gets freaked out and goes into hiding even more than he already has. If it’s the former, we might get him to screw up. But if it’s the latter, we might lose him forever.”
“I know. I’ve been thinking about it all morning. I know,” I said, clenching my jaw.
Chuck held up his hands defensively.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “I don’t mean to snap. I’m just a little…frazzled.”
“S’okay. So what did you bring me in here for?”
“Ground rules. Like I said.”
“You already told me those the other night.”
“Yeah, but they don’t know that.”
“Oh, right right. Gotcha.” His lips twitched in a bit of a smile. “So…” He blew his cheeks out and popped his lips. “Wanna make out?”
I gave him a flat look, as amusing as I found his suggestion. It lightened the load that this morning’s news had hefted onto my shoulders. “We’re in a police station and I’m on the clock.”
“You’re a detective. There is no clock,” he said with a shrug, “But valid point about this being a police station.” He paused. “No harm in trying, though.”
“No harm at all,” I flirted. I knew this would be short lived, because the moment we stepped out of these doors, neither of us would be flirting or touching or doing anything we wanted to do.
And I felt the need to remind him, even if I figured he didn’t require a reminder. “Chuck, they can’t know about us. I know you know that. But I just…feel like I should say it again. I’m not sure how excited Graham would be about me dating the guy we brought in from the Buy More to be our analyst in this case. I think his distrust of you would increase tenfold.”
“Right,” he said with a nod. “I can see how the distrust would happen. It’s easy to assume you’d trust me blindly because we’re having sex. My body is a…powerful instrument,” he said breathlessly, a slow, smug smile growing on his face.
I snorted. “You goof.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” Then he narrowed his eyes. “Sort of. Mostly I’m here to stop a crazed hacking asswipe from whatever the hell he’s trying to do.”
“That’s the first thing,” I said, smirking as I stepped around him. “Finding out his motive.” I put my hand on the door handle and lowered my voice. “Just…” I studied him for a moment, letting myself get one last longing look at the strapping charm-bucket of a man who rocked my world in so many ways. “Don’t look at me like that when we’re out there.” I gestured to his face.
Chuck shook himself and frowned. “Was I looking at you in a certain way?”
“A little moony, honestly. Which is flattering but…”
“Right. Sorry. I’ll try to pay more attention to my face.” He pulled his lips between his teeth and shrugged.
“Good.” I grinned one last time and then turned back, killing the grin and walking out into the main office again. All I had to do was make eye contact with the other three and they climbed up to their feet an crossed the room, Ruiz with a folder in hand. “Graham still on the phone with Redding?”
“No. While you were in there with Nerd Herd, he went out for a meeting at City Hall,” Casey said as he slid past me to step into the room.
“Guess we’re doing this without him for now,” I said, waiting for them all to file in before I shut the door behind them.

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I wondered what it was like to go on a business trip like a normal person did. Getting on a plane and going to somewhere fun like San Francisco or Chicago. It felt like the only business trips I got ended up with me going somewhere outside of Los Angeles proper, like Burbank or Santa Monica, and getting shot at or hit with a blunt object.
The elevator doors slid open and I slowly pushed off of the railing, ambling my way into the precinct. Detective John Casey followed after me, an icepack pressed to his neck where he’d gotten a good hard kick from the assailant we eventually brought down.
“Next time someone calls for reinforcements,” he grumbled, “let’s let them take the punches.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I murmured, rolling my head on my shoulders and wincing. I hadn’t gotten it nearly as bad as Casey. Just a few bruises, and mostly from tackling the son of a bitch as he burst out of an alleyway.
“S’not even our case.”
“I know, but…”
“All for one. One for all.”
“Aren’t you all about Semper Fi, Case?” Ruiz asked from his desk with his usual smirk as we walked to our own respective areas.
“Shyyut up,” the older man snarled through his teeth, plopping down at his desk.
I looked up and glanced around.
“Nerd Herd’s down in the lab. Said he maybe found something,” O’Bannon said, as if he’d known I was looking for Chuck. That made me a little wary. O’Bannon was good at reading people, our resident psychologist even though he was completely untrained in that field. I needed to watch myself a bit better, and warn Chuck to do the same. Though Chuck was doing pretty well so far.
“Oh, is he here today?” I chirped, shuffling papers on my desk.
“S’been here every day,” Ruiz said, a bit of attitude in his face. Then he chuckled and shook his head. “Maaan, that’s cold, Walker. I know he isn’t your usual dashing, muscle-bound FBI agent type, but not even knowing he’s here? So ice cold. Bartowski’s got plenty to offer.”
“Oh, please tell us what the kid’s got to offer,” O’Bannon requested, getting comfy in his chair and propping his chin on his palm excitedly.
Ruiz took way too long to think about it and I decided it best to just find Chuck instead of listening to this. I knew they were just messing with someone they thought would be gone soon anyways, but after a day like today, I was afraid it’d get under my skin, that I’d snap at them and defend Chuck. It would break the ruse the two of us had been working so hard on all week.
So I just rolled my eyes and walked out of the room as they discussed Chuck’s merits—or lack thereof. I just wasn’t in the mood.
Chuck had come in Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday to work with me, and sometimes Graham or the other guys when I was off nabbing suspects around town with Casey. And now it was Friday and of course he was here again.
I loved having him here. After a shit day out in the streets, or even after a day full of paperwork, I could swivel my chair around and look at him typing away in the other room, that cute look of concentration on his face.
My nerves had soon dissipated after a few days, because he was a damn good actor. Granted, the second we were alone for even a few seconds, he managed to flirt with me, even if it was a quick wink over someone’s shoulder when they couldn’t see him. I managed to resist him in spite of how difficult it was. But there was a lot riding on us getting this right.
I slid into the lab and nodded at Heather in greeting as I held the door open for her to leave. She had a small smile on her face and I wondered if it had anything to do with the tall handsome nerd tucked away in the corner, printing off a few things, his back to me.
It wouldn’t do to be jealous about another woman finding Chuck attractive. He wasn’t nearly as undesirable as the guys were just joking about. Nothing about him made him invisible to women.
And maybe those guys couldn’t understand that.
Men like Chuck were very rare. And I thought smart women most likely picked up on that. Heather Loper was a smart woman. One of the smartest people in the building, even. Pushing aside the prick of jealousy in my chest, I crossed the lab, nonchalantly glancing around to make sure we were alone.
Granted, I knew there were surveillance cameras in here, so I couldn’t do what I wanted to do.
But I did stand rather close as I sidled up to the desk he sat at. “Hi.”
He jumped a little and looked up with a relieved smile. His eyes shone with affection, but I knew the cameras wouldn’t pick up on that. “Hey. Wow. Hi. I have not seen you all day. Out kicking ass?”
“Sure, we’ll call it that,” I said, trying not to wince as I shrugged.
He frowned. “You okay?”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from giving him the look that said both that I was heartwarmed and that I wanted to drag him into a broom closet somewhere to ride him to kingdom come. So to speak.
“Casey and I got a few bumps, but we’re fine. S’been a long ass day.”
“Ah. Here, too. Though not nearly as painful. At least physically.” He gestured to the screen. “Found what I think is a link. This is Jack Attack. I know,” he said in a flat voice, looking back at me as if knowing I was about to say something, “idiotic name. Not everyone is clever enough to come up with a good codename.” I knew by his smirk that he thought Piranha was a good codename. Dork.
“So who’s this Jack Attack guy?” I asked, leaning in to look at the screen.
“Girl,” he corrected. And then he frowned thoughtfully. “At least, I think. She’s been around a few years. Came in after I’d left the scene.” I glanced over my shoulder just to make sure we were alone again and gave him a look. “No one’s in here,” he defended.
“I know, but…”
“Sorry!” He held his hands up then moved on quickly. “I think she and Fulcrum dated.”
I gaped at him. “Dated? So she might know his real identity. Who he is. What he looks like.”
Chuck wrinkled his nose in a wince. “Nooot exactly. See, they online dated. Not sure if they ever exchanged personal info. But I found someone who said they accidentally hacked their way into a private server where Jack Attack and Fulcrum had made avatars and…Well, basically the avatars were fucking in some Second Life type world and Jack Attack and Fulcrum were typing dirty nasty things to each other.”
I gaped even harder. “I don’t even know the proper response to that.”
“Right. I think I actually threw up a little in my mouth when I read Trumbo’s post.”
“They made avatars. Like…computer people? Like Sims?”
“Right. Like that. And they programmed a fantasy world where the avatars could go to meet up and have sex while they talked dirty. Typed dirty. I guess.”
I lowered my voice, because I really, really couldn’t resist asking. “Have you ever done that?”
Chuck whipped around. “Ew!!” he hissed, an offended look on his face. “I have sex with real women only, thanks. Second Life creeps me the fuck out. But thanks for having so little faith in me.” He turned back to his screen. “I know I’m a nerd, but I’m not a freak.”
“Sorry,” I said with a wince. I resisted putting my hand on his shoulder, or combing my fingers through his hair apologetically. “I had to ask. I’ve just…I’ve never heard of something like that. I know there are computer games where characters can have sex, but…” I shrugged.
“Nah, this is different. They only know each other as Jack Attack and Fulcrum. Who knows? Maybe in the throes of cyber passion, they had other names they used. But I highly doubt they ever met in person. All they had was this weird place they’d programmed.”
“How’d this other guy—”
“Trumbo?”
“Yeah, Trumbo. How’d he manage to get in there while they were…?” I swept my hand to the side.
Chuck shrugged. “Sometimes you’re just tapping away, seeing where you can go. I mean, the cyber world is a vast, unending world of possibilities. You can go anywhere, do anything…if you’re good enough. And sometimes it was kinda fun just to see where I’d end up. I can only assume that was what Trumbo was doing. He’s damn good at what he does. But the poor guy made a very wrong turn.”
“Ugh, I guess so. Although potentially a right turn for us. Especially since we might have someone who knows more about Fulcrum.” I reached over and grabbed a nearby chair, rolling it over next to Chuck and sitting down. “What are you printing out?”
“The code Trumbo used to find Jack Attack and Fulcrum’s Fuck World.”
“Fuck World. Cute.”
“You like? I made it up just now.” I smirked. “It’s probably gone by now, because Jack Attack doesn’t have the nicest things to say about Fulcrum in the boards. I looked. Which most likely means they cyber-broke-up their cyber-affair.”
“How cyber-sad.”
Chuck snorted. “I like you.”
“I like you, too.” I reached over him to grab the code and felt my breast brush against his face. Just like that, I felt a heat pool between my legs. I knew what it felt like to have those lips of his around my nipple, sucking, biting. I cleared my throat. “This means nothing to me,” I said, controlling my voice as I looked at the paper.
“It’ll hopefully mean something to me. But hey, we’ve at least got GoldenIce69 at our disposal. Think Jack Attack might need a cyber-shoulder to cyber-cry on?” He winked.
“I still hate that my hacker name is GoldenIce69. Like, really? 69?”
“Yes, really. Nothing says true hacker like an immature 69 tacked onto the end of your screen name.” He grinned.
“You’re a child.”
“I’m a horndog. There’s a difference,” he said, lifting a finger. “And you’re to blame, I’ll have you know.”
I shook my head, turning my face away from where I knew the camera was and beaming as much as I would allow myself to.
“Well, I have paperwork to complete. Meet me up by my desk before you leave, huh?”
“Why? Did you need me for something?”
I bounced my shoulder. “Just want to say bye.”
“Oh.” His features melted a little. “Okay.”
“Good.” I stood up and put the chair back. “Nice work, Nerd Herd,” I said, pointing at him.
“Haaaaaa.” He wrinkled his nose at me, unamused…even though I saw the amusement underneath.
And as I walked out of there, I felt a lift in my spirits. And, alas, an ache between my legs. Chuck wasn’t the only horndog in that room.

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Chuck had left hours ago, showing up at my desk with his messenger bag slung over his shoulder. He’d stuck his hands in his pockets, updating me on the different things he’d done throughout the day. And then he left, waving at O’Bannon as he strode past his desk. The other two had gone home to their lives by then.
And now even O’Bannon was gone. It was just me and my paperwork. And an ache between my eyes. “Ugh, fucking forget it,” I growled, glancing at the clock on my desktop screen. I had a watch on, but it was analog. That’s how badly I didn’t want to do anything anymore. I didn’t even want to read an analog clock.
God, it was after 11.
My phone buzzed suddenly and I jumped, scrambling to pick it up. It was a text from Chuck.
I found Jack Attack.
I sat up straighter in my seat and quickly texted back, much more alert than I was a moment earlier. How?
Well, technically GoldenIce69 found Jack Attack. We gabbed a little about ze boys. And how awful zey are. Heehee.
I rolled my eyes. Did you use yourself as an example?
Ouch. Wow.
I laughed and cradled my phone a bit more comfortably in my palm.
For your information, she did most of the talking. And I just agreed wholeheartedly.
Did you get anything good out of her?
Not about Fulcrum, no. Not yet. But I’ve forged a bit of a girlship. Though I may need an actual girl to help me proceed. There was a pause while he typed. Woman. Sorry. I need a woman. ;)
I nibbled a bit on my bottom lip. You’ve been doing this at home instead of playing video games or watching Tran again?
IT’S TRON!!!! He replied almost immediately and I found myself laughing, alone on this entire floor most likely, my night improved tenfold by how easy it was to make him mad about that corny freaking movie he worshipped so much.
God you’re so easy.
In more ways than one. ;) I raised my eyebrows and smirked, waiting for his next text as I saw the little dots that meant he was typing. And yeah, I thought I’d see if I could get her to chat with another female on there. She’s very chatty. It wasn’t too hard.
Do I have to pay you for overtime now?
I mean…I wouldn’t say no to that.
I stared at my phone for awhile, and I remembered the way I’d felt his nose against my breast this afternoon, how my nipples had hardened. Our conversation about sex and being horny and…Why even fight it? He was alluding to it just as much as I wanted it.
Will you be up around midnight? I held my finger over the send button, glancing at the time again. That gave me an hour to shower the day off and maybe get some hot water on my achy limbs.
Depends on what I need to be up FOR.
Me.
So up. (innuendo) (eyebrow dance)
I could see the eyebrow dance he alluded to in my mind and I giggled. See you soon.
It took me exactly one minute to get out to my car, the papers on my desk stacked and shoved into my drawer. I’d deal with them on Monday.

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Maybe I’d overdone it a little. But the more I thought about this week, the more I decided Chuck deserved more than just “overtime”.
He’d pushed aside his actual job with the Buy More, the store manager Big Mike gleefully granting permission to Graham for full usage of Chuck as a contract professional and analyst for the department.
Per Chuck’s advice, Graham appealed to Big Mike by claiming the work Chuck was doing was “Top Secret”. The more Graham said “Top Secret”, the more Big Mike felt like lending Chuck to the cause made him part of an elite team that was systematically saving the world. By the time Graham got off the phone with him, Big Mike Tucker had probably never felt so important in his life.
It had been nice to see the shimmer of amusement in my captain’s face when he glanced up at Chuck over his desk as he’d gotten off the phone Monday evening while we stood in his office. Because I also detected something else in that look—I thought maybe Graham was a little impressed by Chuck’s suggestion and how well it had worked.
Since then, Chuck spent at least 6 hours a day at the precinct, click-clacking away, answering questions, and researching. He even went down to fix one of the printers in the lab on Wednesday—a little extracurricular help that had made Phyllis in records very happy. And she’d come back on Thursday with a loaf of banana bread for him.
Most days he’d been there from morning ’til the sun went down. And I’d practically had to kick him out.
He was going above and beyond. And I wondered how that looked to Casey, Ruiz, O’Bannon…and especially Graham. Did Chuck merely look like a hard worker? Or were they maybe thinking there was something else that went into just how determined and driven he was about this job? They couldn’t know the truth—that he cared about me, that he was working this hard for me because, like he’d told me last week, he wanted to make me feel safe again.
He was doing a damn good job of it so far.
But I didn’t want Graham and the others to know about it. It wasn’t safe for Chuck.
And now here I was, five minutes after midnight, standing at Chuck’s door, shivering a little because I was kind of stupid. But I was only thinking about the pay-off when I got dressed.
Obviously. Or I’d have thrown on some pajamas or something a little…frumpier. But warmer.
I knocked, fluffing my hair that I’d methodically styled to look effortlessly wavy and rearranging the long coat I wore, tied shut around my middle.
Chuck opened the door a few seconds later and smiled at me. He was in plaid pajama pants and a T-shirt, his feet bare, and his face so warm and comforting as he opened the door extra wide. “Come on in, gumshoe.”
“Detective Gumshoe to you, Piranha,” I teased with a wink, sliding over the threshold and turning to watch as he shut the door behind me. “Due to you working overtime tonight—and, I have a feeling, other nights as well—” He looked a little sheepish, confirming my feeling. “I’ve brought you your check.”
I untied the belt that closed the long, black wool coat I wore and unbuttoned the three large buttons, pulling it open and gracefully shrugging it off of my shoulders. I’d systematically chosen to wear my sexiest pair of lingerie underneath the coat. A pair that he hadn’t seen yet. I had on a deep, deep blue—almost a navy blue—bra that was trimmed with comfortable, soft lace and nothing else but the matching boy short panties. But the blue material was so sheer that he could see a hint of my golden skin where my thighs met, my pussy totally hairless and absolutely his.
“I almost wore the garter and stockings that went with this,” I said, dropping my fingers down to my thighs and slowly, gracefully, seductively running them up my sides, “But then I thought if your neighbors saw me, they might think you’d called up a prostitute.”
He chuckled breathlessly, swallowing, blinking at my body. “Honestly, you must have been a saint in your last life, because your body is just…No, no…Wait. Wait, no. I must have been a saint in my last life. Because I get to reap all of the benefits of this. Allll this.” He gestured to my body, his eyes drinking me in hungrily.
I giggled. “You’re not so bad in this life, either, Mr. Bartowski.”
“Ehhh, I’ve broken a few laws in my time,” he said with a shrug, a smug little smirk on his face. I loved it.
I beamed at him and sauntered closer, moving oh so slowly, keeping my blue eyes on his brown ones. I saw a bit of purple swirling there too. I was glad I wasn’t the only one.
“You gonna cash your overtime paycheck, bub?”
He slowly slid his hands over my hips and pulled me in close, pressing his forehead against mine, bumping noses with me, and dotting my lips with a kiss. We’d been so busy with the case, so dead tired after working our asses off all week, that we hadn’t ever had another date. We hadn’t even met outside of the station since the weekend.
And I’d missed this closeness.
I’d missed the sex.
But I’d mostly missed this warmth.
“How shall I cash my check, Detective? Any advice?” he asked, moving his lips down my jaw.
I moaned softly, smiling like a crazy woman. “It’s your check, Nerd Herd.”
He pulled back. “Okay. Seriously. Why do they insist on calling me that? They know my name is Charles Bartowski, right?”
“Oh, they know,” I said, trying not to smile at his expense. He just looked so cutely annoyed and confused. “It’s…what they do. They’re cops. They have…cop humor.”
Chuck rolled his eyes. “I’m not technically the Nerd Herd. I’m like a contract guy. I get paid way more than they do and I have a lot more freedom. I do a lot more.”
“I know that, Chuck. I was just teasing you.” He shook his head, looking a little contrite. I didn’t take it personally, though. “Hey, don’t let them get under your skin. They know what you’re doing is a big deal. They know how much you’re helping. The more they tease you, the more I think they actually kinda like you.”
“I don’t understand people like that.”
I shrugged. “I wouldn’t, either, except that I’m used to them. But we’re totally off topic, now. Oh wait! While we’re off topic!” I added, putting my finger on his chin for no other reason than that I liked the little indent under his bottom lip and wanted to feel it. “I don’t have to work this weekend. I’m not even on call. Well, take that with a grain of salt. If somebody gets murdered, they’ll probably call me in. But do you want to hang out this weekend? A date? Lunch or dinner or something?”
Chuck smiled quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles over my hip bone. Mmm. “That sounds fun.”
I grinned, feeling a little proud of myself for being the one asking him out this time. “Good. Make sure you bring your appetite, though, because this time I’m paying.”
“Oh, I’m always hungry. You know this.”
“That’s probably one of the reasons why we’re such a good match,” I joked, but I could tell the second the words left my lips that what I’d just said had struck a chord in him. We’re such a good match. It was true. We were. But that was quite the statement to make. I played it off as best I could. “Always hungry.”
“I’m pretty hungry right now,” he said. “Actually.”
“Are you?”
His lips inched close to mine, his fingers squeezing my hips and pulling my groin against his. I breathed in fast. Then let it out slowly. “Yeah…I actually have an idea of what I’d like to eat, even.”
“Do you?”
My hips still clutched in his hands, I was forced to follow him as he backed me through the room to the couch. “Mmmhm,” he breathed against my ear, and he moved around the couch to lie down on it, scooting up so that his neck was perched on the armrest, his head hanging off.
I watched him thoughtfully, and then I blushed as he licked his lips, unsure of whether he’d done that consciously or unconsciously. But I got the message either way. I was what he wanted to eat.
Or more accurately…my pussy was.
I immediately felt the buzzing where my thighs met, swallowing thickly. I didn’t say anything as I tucked my fingers into the panties and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them and walking close to him in my heels. His eyes feasted on my sex and he licked his lips again. God, it was so amazing how much he loved my taste. I could see it in his face. The way a dessert addict might look at a delicious cheesecake as they lifted a forkful to their lips.
Well aware of how lucky of a girl I was, I scooted up close, glad I was in tall heels with a bit of a pump so that his face was lined up perfectly with my vagina. And then I straddled his head and put my hands on his chest, lowering myself down until I felt his tongue press against my slit.
“Nnng. Mmmm,” I hummed, eyelids fluttering at the sensation.
He opened his mouth and closed it again, his lips dragging fantastically over my sex, and then he sucked on me and I whimpered, thrusting into his face. He pulled his mouth back a little, his lips still stroking my wetness. And I felt his tongue flick over my clitoris teasingly. “Fuck my face, baby,” he whispered, and I shivered at the feeling of his cool breath gracing my wet center.
I lowered myself to his mouth and started thrusting slowly as he ate me out. And when he thrust his tongue into my hole, licking at my inner walls, my torso surged forward and I had to hold onto his hips as I hunched over his long body that lay prone on the couch.
I kept thrusting as he entered me with his tongue, pushing it in and out, in and out, massaging my labia with his lips meanwhile.
Chuck reached up and wrapped his hand around my hip, his fingers on my ass squeezing my cheek and making me moan.
Because my own hand was inches away from the bump under his pajama pants, I dragged my hand over to cup him, feeling his hardness under the thin material. He growled into me and I sighed, pushing myself down against his mouth a little harder. Moving his other hand up to hold my hip, he started pulling me to thrust a little faster on his face. “Mmmmm,” he hummed as I squeezed his cock, and then I shifted to slide my hand under the waistband until I felt his hot skin under my fingers and palm. I wrapped my fist around his thickness and squeezed again, causing him to whimper, his hips jerking into my hand.
And with my other hand I pushed at the pants that covered his beautiful dick, freeing it for my hungry gaze. He wasn’t the only one ready to eat.
I was hungry for a midnight snack of my own.
And for just a split second, as I draped myself over him, my lacy bra covered breasts pressed against his hard abdomen, I thought of my screen name in the hacker threads. GoldenIce69. Maybe Chuck had the right idea adding the 69 at the end. Considering.
But I couldn’t reach his cock with my mouth very comfortably, only able to tilt it just far enough for me to strain and give him a long lick to the tip. Deep throating wouldn’t be very easy from here.
So I reached back with my hand that wasn’t stroking Chuck’s shaft, and I pressed my palm against the arm of the couch beside Chuck’s shoulder, hoisting myself up a little and lifting my feet off of the floor totally. Most of my weight was now balanced on his face and his abdomen as I situated myself, and I heard him swallow thickly, before lapping at me again, this time reaching around my body with his long arms and resting them on my lower back, hugging me to his face securely as he sucked on my slit.
With my legs dangling over the floor, hanging off the arm of the couch, my body was slanted at a downward angle and I was able to scoot just a bit lower so that I could guide his penis between my lips.
I sucked him in as he groaned, and I felt his deep voice rumble everywhere in my body. I gave him a deep groan of my own, making sure he felt the vibration from it. He licked at me a little roughly as I started to bob my head, bracing myself with my elbows against the couch cushions beside his hips.
“Goddd…Mmmmmffff Srraammmmphh,” he mumbled, his words muffled by my wetness as he literally nibbled at my pussy. Nibbled probably wasn’t the best word. He was starting to legitimately gnaw on me now.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and pumped it quick and hard in my fist, crying out at how good his mouth felt on me. “Yes! Yes, Chuck! Oh God, you’re so good, baby,” I said, diving in to lick up his shaft, twirling my tongue around the tip before I closed my lips over it and started sucking ruthlessly. I slowly inched my mouth down, more and more of his cock being sucked between my lips.
“Oh Jesus,” he gasped, his cool breath so good against my buzzing, hot sex.
I moved lower and lower, sucking more and more of him in, until my lips hit the very base of his cock, his tip bumping against the back of my throat.
I could taste his pre-cum as I swallowed, and I shut my eyes tight as he muttered my name against my pussy, letting out a long, “Ooohhh” followed by an achingly desperate, “Yes, baaabyyy.”
Grabbing his thighs, I used my arms to thrust tightly against his face, clenching my ass under his long fingers. And I bobbed my head up and down again, taking a deep breath through my nose.
Typically, Chuck got me off a lot easier than I did him. He was just so good at making me come, and so good at holding off to give me as many orgasms as possible before he finished.
But I wanted his cum.
I wanted to taste it. I wanted to feel him let go in my mouth, his cock twitching between my lips and against my tongue.
So I pulled him out of my mouth and pumped him fast.
“Shit!” he cursed. “Oh fuck, Sarah. God, you’re gonna make me come.” Good, I thought to myself, still pumping him hard, rocking myself against his face. He motorboated my sex, then, letting out soft groans that really turned me on. “Ommmnnnggg,” he said, opening and closing his mouth over my pussy, before shaking his face back and forth again, his delicious stubble from not shaving since this morning only making it that much better. “Mmmmmmm!”
“Fuck!” I let out a strangled whine of his name. “Oh Chuck. Chuck! Chuuuuck!” I was so close. So very close.
And instead of bracing myself for when my orgasm finally hit, feeling it mounting quickly, that tingle suddenly an overwhelming ache, I dove back in and deep throated him, swallowing, sliding my hands under his ass and squeezing.
I let him out again and pumped, and then I covered him with my mouth and sucked ruthlessly. I didn’t let up for a second, jerking him off with my fist around the bottom of his shaft and sucking on the tip. “Give me that cum,” I whimpered. “Come on, Chuck. Oh God come on, baby,” I whined, diving in to suck some more.
With one hard, tight thrust against his mouth, his tongue deep inside of me, I came, crying out, whimpering around his cock.
And without warning, the liquid heat of his cum squirted into my mouth. I rushed to suck it all up, squeezing him, milking him with my fingers, eating his cum as fast as I could to keep it from dripping all over. “Mmm,” I moaned. “Nnnnggg! Nommm!”
He was still lapping at me, eating everything, licking everything, and he ended with a quick suck on my clitoris that caused me to let out a lusty giggle against his cock which had finally gone limp in my mouth.
Getting into this position had been easy, but now I had to figure out how to climb off of him without kneeing him in the head or something equally lacking in grace. He must have felt my tentativeness, because he chuckled and kissed my sex one last time before inching himself out from under me.
That made it much easier for me to push myself up to crawl to my feet next to the couch arm again, my knees a little wobbly as I grabbed the back of the couch to keep from staggering.
Chuck groaned and stood, tucking himself back into his pants as I reached down to pick up my panties and slide them back on. I caught him staring, his eyes sweeping up and down my body.
And when he realized he was caught, he cleared his throat and ran his hands down his shirt shyly. It was sweet, but not as sweet as him trying to cover it up. “A-Are you cold at all? I mean, with just that on. Do you want something? Like a shirt or some boxers?”
I smiled a little and shook my head. “Maybe once I wind down a little I might be, but right now I’m still a bit…um…warm.”
“Oh. Right.” He swallowed and turned to face forward. I didn’t really get why things were a little awkward, why he was acting so shy, stumbling with his words.
So instead of brushing it off and playing along, I decided to do what I assumed other people might do who were in a…relationship. I guessed. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I did it anyways.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He frowned and turned towards me, his brow furrowed. “Wrong? Nothing.”
“You’re all tense and the air between us got…I don’t know, weird. Don’t act like you didn’t feel it. What’s wrong?”
I saw the moment he decided to drop the act and stop pretending. He sighed and his shoulders drooped a bit. “I’m just being…stupid, honestly. And like a high schooler trying to work up the courage to ask a girl out to prom.”
“Are you asking me to prom, Chuck?”
That got a sardonic smile out of him, with a flat look on top of it. “No.”
I smiled back teasingly and moved to sit next to him on the couch, folding my legs under my body and turning to face him. I just waited patiently for him to continue.
And he finally turned his face towards me and looked at me through his eyelashes as he spoke. “You said you want to hang out this weekend, and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to…stay with me.” He winced. And then he shook his head, straightened his shoulders, and turned to face me fully. “Do you want to spend the weekend with me, Sarah? Just us.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, not entirely sure what he was asking from me. So I thought I’d just ask instead of wondering silently and making this awkward pause last any longer than it already had. “Like a sex marathon?”
I could see on his face immediately that I’d guessed wrong. Or at least, that hadn’t been what was on his mind. He got this look like he should’ve expected I’d make that assumption and he felt silly for thinking I’d assume anything different. It made me feel a tinge of guilt.
“Well, I mean…if that’s…sure. Yeah.” And then he shook his head at himself and pinched the bridge of his nose. When his eyes opened again, there was determination in his face. It nearly made me rock back a little at the intensity of it. “No, actually. Not that I don’t foresee a lot of that. I just mean, us spending time together and, um, maybe just getting to know one another.” He huffed. “Honestly, I just really like being around you, and since neither of us have work this weekend, I thought maybe we could spend it together. The weekend, I mean. You know?”
He huffed again. “I’m sorry. Is that too much?”
“No,” I said immediately. And I couldn’t resist smiling a little, that flutter in my chest again. “It isn’t too much. I’m just wondering what you have in mind, I guess.” I gave him a bit of a curious side-eye.
“I just came up with the idea right now, so nothing. At the moment. But I can think of somethin’.” He shrugged.
“So…are you saying you want me to stay here tonight? With you?”
“For starters. Yes.”
“I don’t have clothes with me. I literally came here in lingerie and a coat.”
“We can fix that.”
“What, do you have some ex-girlfriend’s clothes lying around somewhere? Because I’m not wearing that bitch’s clothes.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I was actually going to suggest we go back to your place to grab whatever you need, but sure…my ex-girlfriend’s clothes work just as well. I keep them in my special ex-trunk.”
“Okaaaay and that just got creepy.”
“It did, didn’t it? Sorry.” He shook his head and winced. “I caught the tail end of a Law & Order marathon tonight on TV and I really shouldn’t have, I think.”
I chuckled at him and then turned away, my smile dimming as I became thoughtful. We’d only been on one date. And now he wanted me to spend a whole weekend with him. But as he’d said that night after that one date, when I asked him to sleep over, we weren’t conventional. I’d known him for over 6 months now. And I knew I felt something for him that extended well past simple lust. Things were so complicated between us, mostly my doing. And there were still so many questions to ask.
We had a lot of work to do as far as the Fulcrum case went, and even though neither of us would be getting paid for that work, I thought maybe part of the weekend could be spent doing that. That was a good reason for spending the weekend with him, right? The case?
And then I backtracked. Because I was throwing excuses out there again to make it seem like I didn’t legitimately just want to spend this time with him. I did legitimately want to spend this time with him. Not only that, I’d had it in my mind for a good chunk of the evening after he’d left the precinct to go home. Which was a big reason why I’d ended up here now in the first place.
“Okay,” I finally said, flicking my eyes up to his, arching an eyebrow. A slow grin grew over his handsome face. “But there’s a stipulation.”
“And what’s that?” he asked, listening intently, doing his best to stem the grin. It was cute.
“You have to come up with a plan right now. Off the top of your head.”
“Ooo that’s fun.”
“I am kinda fun. Sometimes,” I teased, tilting my head. “So?”
He licked his lips thoughtfully, and I watched as his pupils flit back and forth, the nerd wracking his brain.
And then I saw a flash in his eyes, like a lightbulb went off over his head. And then there was mischief. My sex throbbed as he smirked a little and climbed up to his feet, walking around the couch.
“What?” I asked in curiosity, shifting to watch him as he went to the table and grabbed his cell phone. He stood there, thumbing through, not answering me. “What are you doing, Chuck?”
And then he held up one long pointer finger, signaling for me to wait, and he brought the phone to his ear.
I waited silently, narrowing my eyes in suspicion at him. He dropped his finger then. “Yes, hello. Sorry for the late hour. I, uh, just realized what time it is.”
A pause.
“Thank you, yes. My name is Charles Bartowski. I’d actually like to book a room for the weekend…Yes, until Sunday night. That’s right. Charles Bartowski. Yes, that one.” I almost snorted at the wink he sent me, the teasing smugness in his face. “Oh heey, no. I know. He tells me all the time. It was nothing.” He shifted to lean against the table. “Eleven? No, no. That’s fine. Eleven is fine. Thank Mr. Thurston for me, please. Yes, and a goodnight to you, too, Jerald.”
Chuck hung up and set the phone down on the table again. “Fancy hotel, part deux.”
I giggle and shook my head. “That was quick thinking.”
“A’thank you. But full disclosure, I’m a little wary of doing this too often. Not sure how many times he expected me to take advantage of his offer.” He winced.
“Well, we just have to go every weekend and see what he says.”
He chuckled. “Uhhhhh, no.”
“No?”
“Probably not. We are going for this weekend, though. We have it all the way until…well, until we’re through with it. Basically.”
“Wow.” I stood up from the couch and let him see the full package again, sliding one hand down my front, letting my fingers press down against the juncture of my thighs, rubbing my clit over the panties for show. “You’re pretty impressive, Charles Bartowski.”
He watched closely as I rubbed myself again, seductively walking around the couch towards him. “Thank you,” he breathed quietly, drinking me in. God, I loved this. It didn’t matter that he’d tasted just about every inch of me, touched every inch of me. He still looked at me like I was stunning, like it was the first time he saw me in lingerie. When it definitely wasn’t the first time. Not even close. It didn’t matter.
And just when I neared him and his hands came up to wrap around my waist, his phone started ringing. We both froze, and then he held up a finger with a sheepish look on his face.
I sighed and rolled my eyes good-naturedly as he reached out to snag his phone. “Huh,” he murmured, answering it and lifting it to his ear. “This is Charles Bartowski speaking.”
I could hear a distinctly male voice on the other end, but as boisterous as the person sounded, I couldn’t hear what he was actually saying to Chuck.
“Yes—Yes, sir. I’m definitely appreciative. …Well, I thought maybe a little longer this time. Really enjoy it. Nice little vacation, right?”
In spite of this conversation maybe having nothing to do with me, I did a little silent detecting in my head. Nice little vacation. Was this the hotel owner calling Chuck personally? Or maybe someone from the hotel confirming a few things for the weekend?
“Right. Yes. …Oh, that works perfectly, sir. …Ha. Right. Wally. Sorry. Well, Wally—Oh. Um…” Chuck thought for a moment, nibbling on his lip. “For two. Yes.” And then I heard a pause on the other end, and Chuck got a little red. “And, um…Well, last time you—you know…” The voice sounded again. “Exactly, yes. That was perfect.” Chuck turned away a little. “No, no. That’s not necessary. Really. I can pay for—Oh, I know. And I appreciate that, but—Okay, okay. You got me, Wally. Thank you again. …..Oh, we will. Thank you. …..A happy weekend to you, as well.”
He hung up and spun back towards me. “You were saying? Something about me being impressive?”
“What was that?”
“We’ll talk later. First, the impressive thing.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and sidled up to his front. “You are impressive. But what was that on the phone?”
Chuck’s hands finally fell onto my hips and he rubbed them around to my ass to give me a little squeeze, making me jump and smirk up at him. His lips were so close to mine, his body heat keeping me warm. “You’ll know sooner or later…”
“Is that so?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. I slid my hand right down the front of his pants and found his cock, wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing.
“Oh! Wow.” He swallowed thickly.
I slid my hand back out and stepped back from him, starting to walk backwards towards the hallway that led to his bedroom. He moved to follow, but I held up a hand. “Ah ah. You’re in trouble. So you have to wait…90 seconds before you can follow me.”
His brow furrowed in confusion. “90 seconds? Starting now?”
“Nope.” I got to the threshold of the hallway. “Now.”
And then I turned on my heels and rushed down the hallway to his bedroom, pushing the door open and going inside, shutting it again but leaving a crack. I went to his bed and slid my panties down my legs, hanging them teasingly on the post of the headboard, almost like they were some sort of talisman. I didn’t know why; I was just in a mood.
I pulled his duvet and sheets down, then crawled onto the bed, fixing his pillows and lying back against them, bending my legs and spreading them wide, turning my sex towards the door.
Then I slid my hand down between my thighs and started to stroke my own pussy, my fingers getting wet as I tucked them under the flap of my labia, arching myself into my fingers as I rolled my clitoris, then sliding my fingers back down to sink them into my entrance.
Biting my lip, I let my eyes drift shut as I heard Chuck approaching down the hallway. I hadn’t counted, as rushed as I’d been, but I trusted he had counted. To 90 seconds exactly, no doubt.
And I steeled myself as I heard him push the door open slowly. I didn’t want to react too intensely to whatever he did when he saw me. My eyes snapped open and I looked up at him as he stepped inside.
“Nnng. Nnng, yeeesss,” I hissed, meeting his eye. His jaw had fallen open and he was in total awe, I could tell.
He blindly shut the door behind him and kept watching, his gaze so hungry as it slid down to stare at my fingers pushing in and out of my pussy. I bit my lip and let my eyelids flutter, starting to gently arch myself in soft thrusts up against my hand. “Hnng. Yesss. Oh God, this is good,” I breathed.
Chuck licked his lips and slowly walked a little closer, all the while watching me fingerfuck myself.
I sank my fingers as deep as they would go and curled them, missing my g-spot the first time, but then when I repeated the action, shoving a little deeper, I felt the pads of my fingers stroke over it. A jolt of pleasure went from between my legs up to my head, my nipples hardening, rubbing against the cup of my lingerie bra. “Ahhh!!! Ah god! Yes!” I pressed a little harder, really rubbing my fingers over my spot, feeling desperate to get myself off.
“Oh my God,” I heard him breathe in awe from beside the bed.
“Nng! Mmmm shit,” I gasped, still rubbing vigorously against my spot, my hand feeling like it was on the verge of cramping. I thrusted my hips up and clenched, my ass leaving the bed, hovering as I dug my heels into the mattress. “Oh come on!”
I was close. So close.
And my eyes were pressed tight as I did my best to climax, working hard, determined to feel my finish flood through me.
But when I opened my eyes again to see what Chuck’s reaction was, I saw that he’d stripped down, completely naked, and his cock was in his hand.
“God, yes,” I whimpered. “Pump yourself, baby. Make that cock hard for me.”
He began to slide his fist up and down his shaft, humming, still watching me relentlessly rub my g-spot.
And then I was so focused on watching him pump his own cock, his arm flexing, the vein in his bicep visible, his cheeks turning a beautiful shade of red as he worked, that my climax surprised me when it crashed over my entire body.
“Oh! Ohh! Oh there it is! Oh!!!” I clenched my eyes shut.
My midsection arched up from the bed and I whined, clenching my teeth over my bottom lip, still pumping my fingers in and out, easing myself down the way Chuck always did when he fucked me.
As I lowered myself back to the bed, I felt the mattress shift from extra weight. My eyes snapped open and I found him crawling over me, hovering over my body. “Turn over,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
I listened, rolling onto my stomach, inching down on the bed so that I was more comfortable.
Immediately, I found his hands on my hips, pulling me up just a little bit. And then his cock was against my crack, rubbing slowly. “Mmmmm,” I heard him hum, his fingers pulling my ass cheeks apart so that I felt his length rub over my asshole. Then he let my cheeks fall back, wrapping around his cock, and he squeezed them together further, blanketing his hard dick with my ass. He started thrusting, his penis stimulated by my ass cheeks without actually going inside.
I turned my face into his pillow and grinned, rocking back into him as much as I could, since he had most of the control.
Chuck ground his cock between my ass cheeks for awhile, and I could feel him hardening. “Oh yeah, baby. Your ass is so good,” he gasped. “I’m getting so hard.”
“Ng!” I whimpered. “Do whatever you want to me. My body is yours, Chuck…” Just like that, his cock slid down my sex and he was buried deep inside of my pussy with one strong thrust. My body jolted forward. “Oh! Fuck I’m yours.”
“You’re all mine,” he growled, putting one hand on my lower back and slamming against me hard. “Talk dirty, Sarah. Talk dirty to me.”
I let out a breathless chuckle, muffled against the pillow, spreading my legs a little as he threw himself down against me over and over, our bodies slapping in the otherwise silent bedroom.
“Fuck, I want that cock,” I gasped, my voice catching as his groin smacked into my ass. “Give me that cock!”
“Oh yeeeahh…” he groaned.
His hands shifted so that they were folded over each other on the small of my back now, and he started pumping into me fast. Jerking his hips against mine roughly. “Ah! Keep talking,” he growled through gritted teeth.
“Smack that pussy, baby,” I whimpered. “I want it fuckin’ hard.”
Chuck surged forward so hard that I screamed, and he yanked me back, burying himself so deep that I wondered if I imagined feeling something inside of me pop.
“Ahhh!!!! Shit! You’re such a good fuck!” I yelped, reaching up to hold onto the headboard.
I came when he shoved into me deeply again, and I let out a ragged moan, turning my face into my bicep. I rocked back against him, gyrating my hips, sucking his cock into my pussy as he stayed motionless behind me, groaning softly as my pussy squeezed his delicious penis.
We continued going hard for awhile. For longer than I cared to recognize, honestly, considering how involved I was in it. Fucking hard, then soft, grappling for control. Chuck’s voice in my ear, egging me on, talking so dirty to me I felt fucking crazy through most of the night and into the morning. I didn’t end up counting how many times each of us came as the hours passed, but it felt like we were chasing some sort of record with the way we both just kept going.
Eventually, we stopped. He was sprawled underneath me on his stomach, his ass against my groin, and he was breathing evenly. More than spent. Asleep, even. I turned my face into his hair, unable to move from where I lay half on top of him, and finally joined him in sleep.
Notes: It is going to be a lot of fun for the next few chapters. Fun as in ... so much sex. So. Much. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I apologize if my setting the plot on the shelf for a little bit upsets any of you. Still have a lot to go with Fulcrum, the FBI, and Chuck and Sarah's secret office romance, so to speak.
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