Treason.
TREASON.
She sits in the cell Casey put them in unable to take the ugliest word in her book out of her head.
Treason.
Definition: In law, treason is the crime that covers some of the more serious acts of disloyalty to one's sovereign or nation.
Used in a sentence: She has just committed treason and was captured.
Treason. T-R-E-A-S-O-N. Treason.
She had to do it. She couldn’t betray the man she loves like that, and essentially put him the last place he wants to go, the place that Operation Bartowski was used to avoid.
She thought she would succeed in their mission of rescuing Mr. Bartowski, and it would look good on her clean record. That she would get off with a warning, and commendation for rescuing him.
But it backfired. EVERYTHING backfired. Chuck would be put in that dungeon. Mr. Bartowski was not rescued. She was no longer “Agent Walker” in Beckman’s eyes, but Ms. (“Mizz”) Walker.
Oh, and she would probably go to jail, forever.
She failed. She is supposed to be the CIA’s top agent and she failed. She isn’t supposed to fail. She is supposed to win. She has lost fights before, sure, but then she usually wins them by default because she is saved by her partner or a distraction. Thankfully because loosing usually implies dying. But she never fails. She tries not to let her country down. She used to rob armored bank trucks and commit other crimes, and the CIA was her way to atone for her sins.
And she just flushed it down the toilet.
And this is the only thing going through her mind. Her treason, her mistakes, that she let her country, her bosses, and her love (boyfriend?) down.
“Am I sorry?” she asks herself. No. No she isn’t. Well, ok, only sorry that she got caught. But otherwise no, not sorry. Beckman was wrong. They could rescue him, if only they weren’t caught, they would have done it, and she would have praised them and apologized for not trusting them to do their jobs. Sarah’s job is to do what is best for the asset, Chuck Bartowski. Beckman only sees him as an asset and supercomputer, and doesn’t see the wonderful, caring man he is, and the warm family he has, and that would be confused by his sudden upheaval and disappearance. He is not one to leave his sister cold. He hates doing it for normal spy tasks. But this wouldn’t be a normal spy task. This would be putting him in jail for being the good guy.
And it’s all because of her treason.
Her treason, her fault.
While continuing on her personal pity/blame party, he sits next to her. She can’t bear to look at him. It would hurt. She just ruined both of their lives indefinitely. But his warmth next to her, practically touching her, was disrupting her concentration on her complete obliteration of their future. Even when he started talking, she perked up a bit but remained bitter.
“Look for whatever it’s worth,”
But it was his voice, so calm, and soothing, that hits her right in the spot that makes her heart flutter and tugs at her sanity. So she couldn’t help but look at him.
“If I have to spend the rest of my days in a dark windowless room, I can’t think of a better person to spend it with.”
One of the many things she loves about him is his optimism. Even in a time when they are sure to be ripped apart to be put on different sides of a pane of bulletproof glass only able to talk through a telephone, if they even are allowed to see each other ever again, he still manages to pick out a bright spot. That maybe they could be in the same room forever. It’s kind of romantic, but improbable. She looks away, trying to hold back a smile.
“That’s not really how this works.”
Because it’s not, but if it was, that morning would repeat itself (be able to finish without Morgan interrupting), again, and again, and again. Forever. She presses her lips together, trying to not get her hopes up, and looks away from him, and down at the floor.
“What? We can’t request a cozy little…”
She looks towards him, but not his face. Not immediately. Instead she looks at his big beautiful hands that she loves holding and touching her.
“… two bed, two bath cell?”
She looked straight at him from the word “two.” Why not imagine? Why not make their last moments together as good as possible? But why two beds? She knows if she asks this, he knows they are no longer just handler and asset (even though this may have been determined a while ago), and they can’t pretend to be such, not even in their fantasies.
“Two bed?”
She smiles, and looks at him. He looks back at her. She’s a girl in love. Her man is right there, telling her that maybe they can ask to spend their time locked up together. Not the average little girl’s dream, but she has never been an average girl. She looks at his lips. They go to kiss. With every centimeter the lines are being blurred more and more. She is his. He is hers.
Millimeters before they kiss, when they already feel the warmth radiating of the other’s lips, power blows. It stuns them both. They pull back, and hear some woman explain the obvious, that the power blew out, and the not so, that it is going to go back on within the minute. While she is talking, she spots the cell’s doors have, miraculously, popped open.
“Oh my god quick before the power turns back on!”
They can escape. Which is another act of treason, but she’s going in the cell anyways, right? They jump up and run to the doors and push them open. They see the monitor before them.
“Is that Awesome?”
It is. Awesome is in Casey’s apartment with alarms going, and bars prohibiting him from leaving. He is caught in the middle of a spy’s home with the spy security system trapping him in. Casey is going to kill him. He is already mad as it is. Now this? He won’t refrain. He won’t pretend to be a civilian who is over protective of his home and loves weapons and Ronald Reagan. He will take out his gun, and shoot him. Dead cold. Days before the man’s wedding. Instead of running away to complete what they originally set out to do, save Mr. Bartowski, they have a new task, saving Dr. Woodcomb.
She sits in the cell Casey put them in unable to take the ugliest word in her book out of her head.
Treason.
Definition: In law, treason is the crime that covers some of the more serious acts of disloyalty to one's sovereign or nation.
Used in a sentence: She has just committed treason and was captured.
Treason. T-R-E-A-S-O-N. Treason.
She had to do it. She couldn’t betray the man she loves like that, and essentially put him the last place he wants to go, the place that Operation Bartowski was used to avoid.
She thought she would succeed in their mission of rescuing Mr. Bartowski, and it would look good on her clean record. That she would get off with a warning, and commendation for rescuing him.
But it backfired. EVERYTHING backfired. Chuck would be put in that dungeon. Mr. Bartowski was not rescued. She was no longer “Agent Walker” in Beckman’s eyes, but Ms. (“Mizz”) Walker.
Oh, and she would probably go to jail, forever.
She failed. She is supposed to be the CIA’s top agent and she failed. She isn’t supposed to fail. She is supposed to win. She has lost fights before, sure, but then she usually wins them by default because she is saved by her partner or a distraction. Thankfully because loosing usually implies dying. But she never fails. She tries not to let her country down. She used to rob armored bank trucks and commit other crimes, and the CIA was her way to atone for her sins.
And she just flushed it down the toilet.
And this is the only thing going through her mind. Her treason, her mistakes, that she let her country, her bosses, and her love (boyfriend?) down.
“Am I sorry?” she asks herself. No. No she isn’t. Well, ok, only sorry that she got caught. But otherwise no, not sorry. Beckman was wrong. They could rescue him, if only they weren’t caught, they would have done it, and she would have praised them and apologized for not trusting them to do their jobs. Sarah’s job is to do what is best for the asset, Chuck Bartowski. Beckman only sees him as an asset and supercomputer, and doesn’t see the wonderful, caring man he is, and the warm family he has, and that would be confused by his sudden upheaval and disappearance. He is not one to leave his sister cold. He hates doing it for normal spy tasks. But this wouldn’t be a normal spy task. This would be putting him in jail for being the good guy.
And it’s all because of her treason.
Her treason, her fault.
While continuing on her personal pity/blame party, he sits next to her. She can’t bear to look at him. It would hurt. She just ruined both of their lives indefinitely. But his warmth next to her, practically touching her, was disrupting her concentration on her complete obliteration of their future. Even when he started talking, she perked up a bit but remained bitter.
“Look for whatever it’s worth,”
But it was his voice, so calm, and soothing, that hits her right in the spot that makes her heart flutter and tugs at her sanity. So she couldn’t help but look at him.
“If I have to spend the rest of my days in a dark windowless room, I can’t think of a better person to spend it with.”
One of the many things she loves about him is his optimism. Even in a time when they are sure to be ripped apart to be put on different sides of a pane of bulletproof glass only able to talk through a telephone, if they even are allowed to see each other ever again, he still manages to pick out a bright spot. That maybe they could be in the same room forever. It’s kind of romantic, but improbable. She looks away, trying to hold back a smile.
“That’s not really how this works.”
Because it’s not, but if it was, that morning would repeat itself (be able to finish without Morgan interrupting), again, and again, and again. Forever. She presses her lips together, trying to not get her hopes up, and looks away from him, and down at the floor.
“What? We can’t request a cozy little…”
She looks towards him, but not his face. Not immediately. Instead she looks at his big beautiful hands that she loves holding and touching her.
“… two bed, two bath cell?”
She looked straight at him from the word “two.” Why not imagine? Why not make their last moments together as good as possible? But why two beds? She knows if she asks this, he knows they are no longer just handler and asset (even though this may have been determined a while ago), and they can’t pretend to be such, not even in their fantasies.
“Two bed?”
She smiles, and looks at him. He looks back at her. She’s a girl in love. Her man is right there, telling her that maybe they can ask to spend their time locked up together. Not the average little girl’s dream, but she has never been an average girl. She looks at his lips. They go to kiss. With every centimeter the lines are being blurred more and more. She is his. He is hers.
Millimeters before they kiss, when they already feel the warmth radiating of the other’s lips, power blows. It stuns them both. They pull back, and hear some woman explain the obvious, that the power blew out, and the not so, that it is going to go back on within the minute. While she is talking, she spots the cell’s doors have, miraculously, popped open.
“Oh my god quick before the power turns back on!”
They can escape. Which is another act of treason, but she’s going in the cell anyways, right? They jump up and run to the doors and push them open. They see the monitor before them.
“Is that Awesome?”
It is. Awesome is in Casey’s apartment with alarms going, and bars prohibiting him from leaving. He is caught in the middle of a spy’s home with the spy security system trapping him in. Casey is going to kill him. He is already mad as it is. Now this? He won’t refrain. He won’t pretend to be a civilian who is over protective of his home and loves weapons and Ronald Reagan. He will take out his gun, and shoot him. Dead cold. Days before the man’s wedding. Instead of running away to complete what they originally set out to do, save Mr. Bartowski, they have a new task, saving Dr. Woodcomb.