I don't own Chuck et al. Wepdiggy probably owns section of Sam. Large sections.

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They emerged from the supply closet; Chuck looking suitably abashed for the twenty minute dressing down it appeared agent Walker had surely just given him. It looked like it had been a very thorough going over. His hair was messy, and it looked like she'd had him sweating.

They separated in the main section of Castle, agent Walker pausing to give her asset a significant look. Chuck stayed at his workstation, with his head in his hands.

He had to.

Otherwise his huge grin would have ruined the white balance of the HD cameras.

Eventually, he controlled himself enough to emerge. He'd intended to offer Sarah a coffee. He could hear her happy humming as she wiped the spotless counter down. He emerged into the yogurt department of the CIA base. Something bad across the lot caught Chuck's attention. He shuddered.

"Chuck, did you just flash?" she'd seen him looking out the window, and then twitch.

"Um... no. Sarah, am I mistaken, or has Lester set up a booth outside the store?" the wooden stall kind of reminded Chuck of Lucy's psychiatric advice booth from Peanuts. Just not as professional.

"Ah. Yeah..." Sarah regarded the sight in front of the Buy More she'd seen being set up earlier.

"OK, I know this is going to hurt. What's he doing?" Chuck ended in a flat tone of voice.

"Virgin advice" she said with a straight faced.

Chuck contemplated this for a moment.

"OK, assuming we aren't talking about airlines, phone companies or credit cards, is this advice to, or from?" he asked in a perfectly reasonable tone.

Sarah just looked at him with her left eyebrow raised to a dangerous level. That seemed to be her fall back expression when dealing with one of Buymoria's leading citizens.

"Never mind. I should probably call Morgan. Let him deal with it."

"Morgan?" her tone was doubtful. The eyebrow still up.

"Oh, a little faith in the bearded one, please. Obviously I don't want to go over there. And we can't call Casey in to move things along. His version would mean mobilising the eighty second airborne. Or at least something involving a tank. Either option runs the risk of attracting the attention of Russian spy satellites, and then they start mobilising, so then we have to ... I can't ask you, because frankly you're not ready" he effortlessly ducked the gummy bear with a grin, but he suspected she'd taken it easy on him "And I need you ... to be mentally fit for duty" he hoped the little pause wasn't noticeable on the recordings. "I'll get Morgan to use the secret weapon."

He waited.

He could see Sarah desperately wanted to know what the 'secret weapon' was, but was battling the knowledge that the answer would involve further information about Lester. So, Chuck waited calmly.

Sarah was after all a secret agent. And a woman. Neither could resist a dangled tease like that. What made it more fun, he could see she knew she was being taunted. He kept an eye on the yellow gummy bear she was juggling one handed, just in case.

He allowed a superior smile to creep across his face. Knowing full well how much trouble he was placing himself in, because she hated it when he did this...

God, she was going to be evil to him when they got back to her hotel room. He hoped. His smile grew, as her scowl did the same.

"Fine. What secret weapon?" she finally responded with a very good imitation of bored. It was her 'I surrender, but I'm not giving you the satisfaction' tone of voice.

He was toying with the "It's above your pay grade," or "classified" route, but realised that he needed her to be in a good humour when they got back to her place.

"Watch and learn, my young Padawan" Chuck tried to imitate the emperor scene from Return of the Jedi, before calling Morgan up on his phone. "Morgan, hey buddy. Yeah, yeah I saw it. Mmm hm. Do it. Set those puppets free."

About three minutes later, they could see Morgan sidle out of the front doors, and crawl to the front of Lester's booth. His feet were bare, and his socks were on his hands. Morgan then began his impromptu puppet show. Chuck was standing at the door, watching the proceedings with a satisfied smile, and his arms crossed. Sarah stood beside him, her arms also crossed. Their uppers arms touching. She shared half of her yellow gummy bear with him, there being no popcorn available at this time.

Sarah never knew what Morgan's puppet show was about, but Lester's high pitched "Eeeeee Eeeeeee Eeeeeee!" was clearly audible, as Lester threw himself backwards with all the grace of ninja on Quaaludes. He then scuttled backward to the wall, and eventually stood pressed flat against the wall, before sidling into the Buy More. His squeals fading out as the doors shut behind him.

Chuck realised that Sarah was shaking with silent laughter beside him. Her face turned towards his, her eyes glistening, and she was desperately trying not to laugh aloud.

He tried to sound his smuggest and said "All I know is Jeff woke him up that way in dumpster on Wilshire once. Anymore than that, we'll have to book trauma counselling for you."

After heading out and returning from the coffee run, Chuck said "I'll just send Morgan a thank you" and began typing a message on his phone while she sipped her coffee. He showed it to Sarah when he finished.

It read 'We need tell Bkmn the program finished. Showtime 3? Sleep yr place tonight tomorrow? Drop me Ellie's on Sund. Stay 4 dinner? Love you'

Sarah's finger ran over the 'Sund.' "Wish we could change that" she said in a soft voice, and then indicated the last two words "Looks good" she said brightly.

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At 1458, Sarah, Casey, Roan and Chuck were standing before one of the conference screens in Castle. Chuck had his favourite Roarke 6 laptop up and running with his search engine ready. It was really the CIA's laptop. Chuck just made sure he was the only one to use it. It wasn't like he hid it on top of the lockers (and pushed it right to the back) deliberately.

Generals are punctual, as a rule. Beckman was no exception. "Good morning team" there was a slight pause while the general adjusted a hair that had gotten loose.

"Roan" she added. Maybe she was getting a cold, because her voice changed timbre when she said his name. Must have been that, because after clearing her throat, she continued in a normal voice "Mister Bartowski. Am I to understand you have completed your assignment. Finally?"

"Yes General" answered Chuck after a moments hesitation regarding her last word. "I've also tested it several times. There is no covert data in the Sam fan fictions. If you will allow me?" he repositioned the laptop so the screen was visible to the team, while a 'parrot feed' was sent to the head of the NSA.

Chuck pressed the return key.

Nothing happened.

Sarah shifted on her feet uneasily. The General peered sceptically at her monitor. Casey began to show a smirk and Roan started mentally preparing to plead for his life.

Chuck stood waiting patiently.

And then there was a 'ta-dah' from the laptop. Chuck was rather pleased with the sound. He'd recorded his own voice using Morgan's Darth Vader mask and voice changer (limited collector's edition). And then he fiddled with the frequencies when he'd installed the sound file into the laptop. Imagine Lord Vader being voiced by either Chip, or Dale. He saw Sarah's stifled reaction, and allowed a small grin to flash across his face.

The results appeared on the screen:

3 results found in 27.235 seconds

"That ... was a bit slow" said Sarah.

"Actually that would be the triple redun... Annnd you're all looking at me funny. Part of the problem from the first time, I was following normal internet protocols, find the result fastest so the user doesn't get fed up and change home pa... anyhoo, that figure is correct. I followed your advice, Roan. Take my time, get it right." Chuck shifted the screen slightly. It was show time.

"OK, Result one; TheStainlessSteelRat" Chuck used a remote to display on a different computer screens of photos and text. Chuck had prepared this earlier "Real name, James Houghton Meyer the third. Lives on a houseboat. Mailing address... Slip F18-B, The Bahia Mar marina in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. The boats name is ... the John Maynard Keynes II. Apparently the first one blew up. Republican. He... was an analyst for the company... he, or rather he and his wife have mentioned some old incidents... mainly situational, or incidental. But nothing specific. Old data. Back from when Bush was head of the CIA. He's not quite canon. You wouldn't like him" Chuck glanced at Sarah before resuming "If I remember correctly... he... has a multi chapter...um here we go..."Dreamland," it is fairly similar to what we're looking for, messages within messages but that's as far as it goes... Actually, Casey might like him. From memory, he gets the weapons right."

Roan piped up "Did I ever tell you of the time I was in Republica Libre? There was a young analyst that helped me out before the mission. He was an economist, called himself Meyer. Just Meyer. He gave me some valuable insight to the financial situation, and the mindset of the then incumbent dictator" Roan smiled predatorily, before peered at the photo on the monitor "We bankrupted them, and ...Yes, that's him. A good man. Although it looks like he's lost some weight..."

"Our second potential iiiiis StormChaser12" Chuck resumed "A homicide detective from New York City named Beckett. She... here we are, she mentions the dirty bomb that was set to go off in New York earlier this year. Beckett herself was involved in the hunt and defusing. Again, nothing specific. She is within the non disclosure she signed..." Chuck clicked the remote again.

"Annnd, I am you last suspect. I included some out of date incidents, no names etc in my Costa Gravas story."

"Good. This is over. Can I lock him up now?"

"Casey..." Sarah sighed.

The General overrode them all "Good job team. However next time, try to keep this sort of thing to a timely manner. Agents, dismissed. Roan, I need your services in Washington. You are done with the Buy More."

The General signed off in her usual courteous manner of pushing the button to prevent further discussion.

"Sarah, Casey" Roan then inclined his head towards their asset "Charles. As always, this has been... a complete shemozzle. Adieu." Roan left as quickly as he could, desperate to remove the green polo shirt, and find a decent dirty martini. Or seven.

-o0o-

"Sarah! What did you just say?" Chuck was incredulous.

"I can't get this taHqeq Bantha poodoo thing to..." she was trying to rip the plastic packaging. Chuck felt she was almost about to use her teeth.

They'd gotten back to her room. It was Friday. They had most of a week end together. Baring national emergencies.

"OK, now you're just messing with me. And mixing two totally different genres. Trek, and Wars. Just where exactly did you learn those? Something vexes thee?"

A knife appeared from somewhere intimate on her body. "Nope" she grinned with evil satisfaction, as she studied its edge. Chuck had a moment's pause. He could have had his hand ...

"I do love you, you know" he decided.

"What?" she interrupted her blade work, and retracted her tongue. That was a pity. She was very cute when she did that...

She glanced, and then stared harder at him. "I can read your mind, you know."

"Ha!"

"Its true, body language has lots of give-a-ways. There was this course on the Farm..."

"So what am I thinking now?" Chuck challenged.

Sarah looked over at him from the bench "You want to kiss my boobies?"

Chuck opened his mouth. Fortunately for him, his brain/mouth filter kicked in. Sarah noticed his hesitation – noticed, she had banked on it – and advanced on him, batting her eyelids at him, with a shy and innocent smile.

"..." he closed his mouth. Anything he said now was fraught with danger. Her shy and innocent demeanour now somehow managed to include a predatory streak that caused ice to flow in a region that ran toes to kidneys. She'd added a cute little sheep like bleat to the batting eyelids, as she nudged her chest into his. Repeatedly.

"You really want to kiss my boobies?" she encouraged him, gazing quasi innocently up into his eyes.

There was only one possible answer. Part of him really wanted to try a 'no' just to see what would happen. He stood on that part firmly.

"Why yes... how did you know?" he grinned back at her. Barely able to keep the giggles at bay, he wrapped his arms around her.

After she released his lips from hers, she said "See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Oh, hang on... " her eyes flicked down and up.

"It would appear my nerd now comes with a handy built-in towel rack..."

"Shush. I've got boobies to kiss..."

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Ellie opened the door "Sarah! Chuck!" she squealed. No-one, except for Casey over in his apartment, reacted to the dogs now howling in the background.

"One nerd. Perfect working order" Sarah shoved Chuck through the door with a grin.

It was a perfectly normal Sunday night dinner with family. There was teasing, laughter and a movie after dinner. There was even cuddling while watching the movie.

Perfectly normal.

Absolutely nothing compared spending any time with Sarah.

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Dedication: Jim and Robert, get well.

Jim, I know you'll know the houseboat. Sorry I couldn't give you the Flush, but you already used her for one of your characters... At least I didn't give you the Thorstein Veblen...

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