"It's Sarah. Please leave a message."

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"I was beginning to think that I couldn't trust you anymore, Sarah," Chuck Bartowski said with those utterly sincere puppy dog eyes, and Sarah could feel her shaky resolve weakening even further ( Read more... )

Sarah was having a good day so far. Lazy after the dance, she'd slept in before taking a leisurely jog around the island. Now she was halfway cleaning, with plenty of breaks to play with Gabe.

( It was a nice day. It was about to change. )

Sarah finished planning her final for spy class, wondering if she'd be assigned to teach again in the next term. If she couldn't be reassigned back to the Intersect, she hoped she would stay at the school; she liked her students a lot better than she liked unboxing comics ( Read more... )

Sarah really liked the idea of a spa day; it would give her a chance to actually talk to other people without the crazy mess of hormones that had been last week, or the awkwardness she always felt when she had to go beyond the superficial. Nobody could ask for deep soul-baring conversation when you were wrapped in a fluffy robe and had cucumbers ( Read more... )

Guns.

Hard, shiny, long, metal guns.

Normally, Sarah thought agents who got turned on by their weapons were off at best. She took her knives to bed, all right, but she didn't want to take her knives to bed.

Today, she kept getting more than ... usually involved ... as she looked through her weaponry guides and reviewed what she needed to ask ( Read more... )

Anyone who thought Sarah would actually be holding office hours when there were mutant alligators in the streets clearly had never met her out of cover for more than 30 seconds. She went to the school building for just long enough to tape a sign to her door telling anyone who needed her to call her cell, then climbed a tree overhanging a sewer ( Read more... )

Sarah had encrypted emails from Chuck waiting for her as she brought her computer online ( Read more... )

Sarah wasn't sure how, as a first-time instructor, she'd drawn a large office with a window and some privacy; she could only assume her real employers had pulled some strings.

Either way, it was nice. She set up her tech equipment as quickly as she could manage, then went back to reading through the data she'd pulled on her new employee. It was ( Read more... )

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