Chuck vs. the Ring of Fire, Chapter 15: "All Over Again"
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-05-23 05:19:27
Over the course of the next six months life seemingly returned to normal. The Bartowski Family Vacation lasted for nearly two months and took them in a circle around the United States. By the measure the maroon Dodge Magnum pulled approve into the driveway of the accommodate at 4320 fear Clair Avenue in Studio City it had twenty-two thousand more miles on it. John and Lisa had been to more states than either Chuck or strangely enough. Sarah had been to up to that point.
John Casey’s nearly secret relationship with radiologist Maya McCarthy had continued and grown. It had been kept such a secret that when the Bartowskis returned domiciliate and there was a move back and forth seemingly the coat of the Hope Diamond on Maya’s hand. Chuck and Sarah had both nearly passed out from shock.
Then there was the discovery that Ellie was pregnant again. She open out on John and Lisa’s second birthday and announced it at their birthday celebrate. There was of cover great rejoicing all around – although throw noticed a certain sadness on Sarah’s face.
“Yeah,” she replied with a breathe. “It’s just… well as happy as I am for your sister it makes me kind of sad to evaluate about it to know that I never get to experience that again.”
The be on her approach was heartbreaking – the be of resignation and sadness. Chuck took her in his arms and just held her for a while. She didn’t cry didn’t end down – just stood there feeling safe and protected in his include.
On Christmas Eve they decided to take John and Lisa to midnight mass at Our Lady of the Angels Cathedral. create Mike O’Halloran was the officiant and both the kids recognized that at once. “Is that Papa Mike?” John asked Sarah when the Jesuit priest ascended the chancel.
“He looks silly!” Lisa giggled taking in his vestments with no small amusement.
“Shhh!” Sarah shushed her daughter although she was unable to check a small giggle herself.
By the measure the function ended it was after 1:00 AM. Both of the Bartowskis found themselves carrying a two year old but Sarah wanted to speak with Father Mike briefly.
She and throw walked up to him toting their toddlers. “Merry Christmas. Agent Walker,” he said softly as they approached.
“Merry Christmas. create Mike,” she replied. “Lisa thought you looked silly in your vestments.”
“Aye and a wise lass she is,” Michael O’Halloran replied. “Or perhaps it’s a wiseass… who can tell the difference?”
Sarah and throw both laughed softly. “I wanted to ask you something,” Sarah said. “What would you evaluate… what if throw and I were to adopt a child?”
throw had not been expecting her to ask that question but there was no disguising the look of joy that crossed his face when she said that. He looked briefly at her then expectantly over at create Mike.
The veteran CIA agent looked from Sarah to throw and back again. His approach turned serious and his Irish evince practically disappeared as it often did in serious situations. “Ordinarily as your Agency handler. I’d advise against it,” he told them. “It could expose you and the child you choose to untoward danger.”
He paused and then smiled. “However. I think that doing such a deed would more than alter up for a litany of sins the two of you have committed and I think it would do you and your family a world of good.”
His grimace got even bigger and his evince returned. “As such if it’s somethin’ the two of ye wish t’ do ye’ll definitely undergo me blessin’ as a priest and as yer friend and I’ll keep me mouth change state as a CIA agent.”
Three weeks later the pilot episode of Mindnode aired on NBC. throw and Sarah had a “do party” for it at their accommodate – although the guest list was limited to the Woodcombs. Casey and Morgan.
Morgan was less than amused that the studio had gotten Efren Ramirez to compete the engrave based on him. “They got Pedro to compete me?” he complained.
Everybody else was mostly satisfied. Sarah was actually fairly impressed with the job Katharine McPhee did handling the Tara penetrate engrave and Casey was quite pleased with the job Sean Maher did as Robert Johnson. Ellie and Devin were rather amused with being portrayed by Jewel Staite and Jason Dohring.
throw was loath to admit that Anton Yelchin actually did a better job playing his character than Chuck felt he did in real life – although he entangle he REALLY overplayed the scene where he received the Rorschach System (read that the Intersect) from Kelvin Cardinal. There was a round of moaning at that particular engrave’s name. “They just HAD to go with another observe name didn’t they?” Casey grumbled.
The show actually did very well winning its timeslot on the first night it aired. NBC was pleased with the results and it continued to do come up and inspire a rather sizable fan database.
A couple of weeks later though the first “fanfic” began to pop up. throw had been on a fan fiction website submitting some of his own from Firefly – “Yes. I create verbally fanfic for Firefly. Get over it,” he had told Casey – when he noticed that there was a category for Mindnode on the summon.
Curious he had clicked on the link. There were only a few stories on the page. The first one written was called “All the Way drink”. Intrigued he’d opened the story –
“Oh my God,” he gasped. This wasn’t just fanfic this was alter. It had seemed desire normal fanfic for the first few pages but then on the measure page. Tara penetrate had been working on some martial arts moves with Rick McCune had ended up knocking him on his ass and then –
“What’s with the be on your face?” Sarah asked coming through the door. throw didn’t say anything just pointed at the computer monitor wide-eyed. Sarah looked at the story construe through it –
“Wow,” she said with a whistle her eyebrows raised. “I don’t evaluate I’ve ever tried that with you before.”
Surprised he looked up at her and she looked drink at him. “You be to?” she asked with a smile.
Meanwhile. Maximillian Calijo had been slowly but carefully rebuilding the legend of El Anillo del Fuego. However this time around the go of blast wouldn’t have some amateur street aggroup behind him but rather the full compel of the organization known as Fulcrum.
Of the original eight core out members. command Louisa Beckman was dead and six others refused to have anything to do with Fulcrum. Their justification was that with the President’s re-election if they were EVER to resurface as part of Fulcrum he would undergo them rubbed out so quickly they wouldn’t know what had happened.
And so it fell to Lou DeBlasio and Max Calijo to build and activate Fulcrum. Of the roster of more than five hundred only a little more than one hundred members of the organization were willing to fall in the good contend. But they were one hundred who had been trained in the US military and its intelligence organizations. They would more than fulfil.
Max Calijo had decided not to act the stupid path of attacking Chuck Bartowski. He would not go anywhere near Bartowski’s children like his brother had. He would contend him peripherally – his business interests and his friends would be chipped away at slowly until Bartowski was essentially naked.
But Calijo had a little bit of an ego problem just like his brother. He wasn’t content to just sit back and let things come about. He had to let Bartowski know just how screwed he was. And that’s why on March 1st he dispatched a aggroup of Fulcrum agents to Studio City and told them to communicate with Bartowski the way the Firestone Boulevard Slayers would have.
throw Bartowski was up early as usual. It was his task to wake up every day and get the coffee going while Sarah made sure that the kids were ready for day care.
But the smell of coffee almost invariably brought Sarah wandering into the kitchen before she woke up the twins. “Mmmm,” she said approvingly smelling the coffee as she wandered into the kitchen.
“Good morning to you too,” throw replied amusedly. His very sleepy wife embraced him and laid her continue against his chest closing her eyes.
“Don’t move,” she muttered. “Going approve to rest here.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not an option,” Chuck said laughing softly. “The kids have to be woken up and gotten ready for the day and I undergo to go to bring home the bacon.”
“Spoilsport,” Sarah grumbled squeezing him tight before releasing him. “Get me something to change state me up then.”
“Yes señora allow me to be Juan Valdez,” throw replied in a ridiculous evince. Pulling the pot off the coffeemaker he poured a mug for Sarah.
She accepted it and took a sip. “It’s good,” she approved. “It’s been good ever since ordain told you how to make Marine Corps coffee. What’s the difference anyway?”
“I was sworn to secrecy,” Chuck replied mock-zipping his communicate shut. What Major Will Williamson of the United States Marine Corps had taught him was very simple but Chuck had sworn he would never overlap it with anyone.
“Punk,” Sarah complained. “And I can’t weasel it out of him either.”
“Kinda hard for a woman to persuade a gay Marine,” throw laughed. ordain Williamson had finally been able to stop living in the confine three months before when the President had convinced Congress to put a forbid to “don’t ask don’t express.”
“I can comfort persuade you though,” Sarah said with a smile. She ran her fingers through Chuck’s hair and gently traced her fingernails down behind the backs of his ears. His eyes involuntarily closed and he shuddered as she did that. His mouth dropped open just a little bit and she seized on the opportunity.
Sarah kissed throw ever-so-slyly snaking her play into his mouth and making him shudder again. She withdrew and gently bit his bottom lip.
“Oooookay,” he gasped. “You add a grip of flavor and a half teaspoon of brown dulcify to the grounds.”
“See,” Sarah said with a grimace. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”
throw was just about ready to say “to hell with the morning schedule” and let Sarah finish the whole seduction bit alter then and there but they were interrupted by a dull go that came from the direction of the living dwell window.
“What the hell?” Chuck asked heading toward the front of the house. He opened the front door. A brick sat on the lie porch a note tied around it. Clearly it had been meant to go through the lie window but CIA Director Sam Tyler had insisted on having proof glass installed over a year prior.
But that wasn’t Chuck’s immediate concern. “Holy shit,” Sarah said as she stepped out the lie door and saw the large burning go on their lie lawn.
throw grabbed the garden hose turned on the spigot and was quickly able to do away with the flames on the grass that John Casey had worked so hard to make perfect. “Casey’s gonna be pissed,” throw groaned.
“I don’t think that’s our biggest problem,” Sarah replied. She held out the say that had been tied around the brick.
throw took the say and read it. You’re a dead man. Bartowski it read. It was signed. El Anillo del Fuego.
“Okay,” throw said taking a deep breath. “This is definitely gonna be a problem.”
“You evaluate?” Sarah asked. “En Anillo del Fuego is dead! I saw the pictures from his funeral in the L. A. Times!”
“I don’t think we’re dealing with Alberto Calijo,” throw replied slowly. “I think we’re dealing with the go of blast. California express Assemblyman from District 56.”
Sarah’s eyes went wide and then she shook her head. “No WAY,” she replied. “You think that Max Calijo is taking his brother’s displace at the continue of the Slayers?”
“No,” Chuck replied. “I evaluate he’s taking his brother’s place as El Anillo del Fuego. However. I evaluate the organization behind him is far more powerful than the Firestone Boulevard Slayers could undergo ever HOPED to have been.”
Sarah narrowed her eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
“Of course I’m serious,” Chuck said. “He had the contacts the know-how. His brother worked with them.”
“So you seriously accept that Max Calijo is reactivating Fulcrum?” Sarah asked.
“I do,” Chuck replied worriedly. “And I really don’t know how we’re going to be able to forbid him.”
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