A/N: Hmm, I seemed to pacify some of the readers with the last chapter, and for that, I'm happy. I never had the intention of implying that Sarah might cheat on Chuck. Well, that's not true. Initially, I had no plans to give you that impression. After the backlash from chapter 5, I just couldn't resist teasing it a little in chapter 6. But like I said, this is still AP Sarah, and she's still, well, you know how she is if you've read the other stories, haha. Anyway, this will conclude this story of our Adorable Psycho. I'm actually quite proud of myself for keeping on an update schedule with this one. And I dug doing it in short chapters that were released more frequently. It helps to get more feedback along the way, I think. Don't know if I'll use a similar format with other stories in the future, but I'll consider it. Now, with this done, for those wondering, I'll be getting back to College Years. Probably won't update for a few days, but the one year anniversary of first publishing that story is coming up, and I WILL have something for that special day, I promise. Anyway, I've gone on way too long. Enjoy the final chapter, and please review. Thanks!

Chapter 7: She'll Never Get Out of Burbank Alive

Chuck and Sarah's Apartment
Echo Park, California
February 23, 2011
11:30 PST

Chuck was exhausted. He'd told her so a number of times, but Sarah wasn't letting up. If she had to be awake at all hours to make sure Tommi wasn't going to make a run on Chuck's life, she was certainly going to keep herself occupied. Or more accurately, she was going to make Chuck keep her occupied. Plus sexing Chuck up gave her an excuse to keep him with her at all times. Not that sex was an excuse. It was more just what Sarah wanted, having the added benefit of suiting her mission directives.

"Sarah, I am physically unable to do it, again," Chuck whined. "I mean, I love being with you, but this has been non-stop since yesterday. I don't think I've worn clothes since we got home. It's excessive, even for you."

They were both naked, and still in bed. They'd never actually left the bedroom since coming home the previous day. All danger aside, it was kind of the best day Sarah could remember. But still, she had to ask.

"What do you mean even for me?" Sarah asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

"Seriously?" Chuck asked, propping himself up on an elbow so he could look at her as he spoke. Seeing Sarah was going to make him say it, he continued. "You're the most sexually aggressive woman I've ever known. I mean, it's like you're obsessed sometimes."

"I'm obsessed all the time," Sarah shot back. "But I do see your point. Are you saying you don't enjoy the sex?"

"What!" Chuck asked, panicked. "No! I mean yes! I mean of course I enjoy the sex. Making love—"

"You know how I feel about that phrase, Chuck," Sarah growled, cutting him off.

"Fine, then plowing you—"

"That's better," Sarah said, grinning.

"Well, it's like the best thing ever. And not just like the best sexual thing ever, I mean like the actual best thing that's ever existed," he finished.

"Aw, that's so sweet. And having you inside of me is like the very fabric of my existence. So what's the problem?"

Chuck sighed. "It's just, as much as I enjoy it, it's starting to hurt, like a lot."

"Pain can be good sometimes," Sarah chimed in.

"You like pain," Chuck pointed out. "Me? Not so much. But no, not just normal pain. This is like, 'if we do that again, it's going to fall off' pain."

Sarah huffed in frustration as she rolled over to check the bedside clock. Her spirits were immediately lifted.

"Dammit, I didn't realize what time it was," she said. "All that boinking and I completely lost track of time."

Sarah jumped out of bed and began putting her clothes back on. She didn't really have time for a shower. She didn't really care to shower. She'd let Tommi smell the scent of Chuck and sex all over her. If Tommi was still in town, she deserved to be jealous just before she died.

"You have somewhere to be?" Chuck asked, confused.

"Uh, yeah," Sarah said sheepishly. "I have something to take care of, but I'll be back in a couple hours."

"Oh, well in that case, I guess I'll get something to eat," Chuck said, shrugging.

He also began to get dressed, but Sarah grabbed his arm firmly.

"No," she ordered. "Get your rest while I'm gone, but stay naked. When I get back, I plan to pick up where I left off, got it?"

Her tone left no room for argument. None. So Chuck did the only thing he could think of to do.

"Yes'm," he said, nodding dumbly.

The Lobster
Santa Monica, California
February 23, 2011
12:25 PST

Sarah walked across the nearly empty restaurant. She had to admit, the view was really nice. And the menu she'd accessed online when she was tracking Tommi's location looked quite appetizing. She'd have to remember this place for future dates (or as she now liked to think of them, pre-plowing activities) with Chuck. He'd probably like it here.

Tommi was sitting alone at a table overlooking the ocean. But then, of course she was alone. There was no one else in the establishment, except the staff.

Sarah calmly sat in the chair across from Tommi. She'd give the other woman one last chance to flee. Then she'd take great pleasure in making Tommi take her last breath.

"I knew you'd come!" Tommi said excitedly, seemingly unaware of the danger she was in. "I know you're all connected to Chuck and stuff, but he's nothing like us. We're soul mates, you and I. I've known it since I met you."

"Why's this place so empty?" Sarah asked, ignoring Tommi's ramblings.

"Oh, yeah, that. Well, I thought this would be an excellent venue for our first date, so I rented it out for a private party of two. I didn't want us to have any distractions," Tommi explained.

"This isn't—"

"Yeah, I know this isn't actually our first date," Tommi said, cutting Sarah off. "But I didn't expect you would be so forward, and ask me to that pub my first night here. And I had to book this place weeks ago. But still, it makes a great second date, right?"

"Tommi!" Sarah snapped. "First of all, you asked me to that pub the other night. And we were just going as friends, which we aren't anymore."

"So we're more than friends now?" Tommi asked hopefully.

"No we're not," Sarah boomed. "We're nothing, that wasn't a date, and this most assuredly isn't a date. I've come here because yesterday, I gave you 24 hours to be out of town, and it looks like you've completely ignored my mandate."

As Sarah was talking, a waitress set a large plate of seafood on the table between her and Tommi.

"Oh, that silly thing?" Tommi asked, waving her hand dismissively. "I knew you didn't mean it. And now you're here, so we may as well enjoy the setting and the food, right?"

"We're not—"

"And maybe when we're done, we'll enjoy each other," Tommi added.

Sarah took a deep cleansing breath. "You have two minutes," she said, checking her watch.

"Until what?" Tommi asked, putting down her oyster and looking at Sarah, confused.

"In two minutes, your 24 hours is up," Sarah explained.

"Oh, pish-posh," Tommi said. "Come on, have some of this plate. It's the Shellfish Platter for two, after all. Eat some oysters. I hear they are a wonderful aphrodisiac, which will be great for what I have planned for after the meal."

Sarah was getting more irritated by the moment. "One minute, Tommi."

Now Tommi looked a bit upset. "Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"I don't feel the need to further explain myself," Sarah said. "Either get up and leave this place right now. Get as far from me and Chuck as you can, or I'm gonna kill you."

To illustrate her point, Sarah produced her Smith & Wesson and trained it on Tommi. Right between her eyes.

Now Tommi was just plain mad. "This is supreme bollocks!" she shouted. "You ruined it. You ruined everything. We could've been so happy, you and I." Tommi sighed. "But if I can't have you, then no one will."

The next few seconds seemed to move in slow motion for Sarah. She saw Tommi reach under the table; she saw Tommi produce a firearm; she saw Tommi close her eyes and turn away (pussy); and Sarah pulled her trigger before Tommi could.

Middle of the forehead. Perfect shot. Casey would be proud. Hell, Sarah was proud.

"Time's up, bitch," Sarah spat at the dead woman in front of her.

Sarah pulled her phone from her back pocket and dialed her partner.

"Casey," he answered.

"Hey, Casey. I need a cleaner crew at The Lobster in Santa Monica."

"You do her?" Casey asked.

"Yeah, our problem has been eliminated."

Having taken care of the business side of things, she then dialed Chuck.

"Hello?" Chuck said.

"Chuck! Hi. So, you still naked like I asked?" Sarah asked.

"Well…"

"Chuck, you better not have any clothes on when I get home," Sarah threatened.

"Fine, it will be done," Chuck said. "So where'd you have to go?"

"We'll talk about it later," Sarah answered. "For now, just be ready to go when I get there. It shouldn't be long now. Gotta go, love you."

With that, she ended the call, and began to survey the scene of her latest kill. Apparently the gunshot had drawn the attention of the every worker in the place. Wait staff, cooks, everyone was standing in the room with her, watching on with looks of shock and abject horror on their faces. Sarah didn't care. She was used to getting that look.

"So," she said out loud, to no one in particular. "Can I get some of these oysters in a take-out box? I heard they were an excellent aphrodisiac."

A/N: So, I hinted at it the entire time. The name of the story, the name of the antagonist, and especially the name of this final chapter. And I almost came out and said it in a few review replies. But now, I think everyone who would know what it was DOES know what this was. The entire thing was set up for Sarah to have a Raylan Givens moment. This was like my AP homage to the amazing show Justified. So, yeah, there it is. Hope you enjoyed it, and can't wait to hear your feedback. You guys are awesome. Peace.