A/N: Thanks for the great reviews. I really appreciate it. Hopefully this is somewhat decent. Enjoy

It was early Saturday morning when Chuck strolled into the courtyard of his apartment complex

It was early Saturday morning when Chuck strolled into the courtyard of his apartment complex. Totally oblivious to the world around him, Chuck found himself reliving every moment of the night before. Sure he was repeating the memories of the night spent at Sarah's hotel room more often than other memories, but who could blame him.

"Late night Bartowski?"

Chuck, startled, quickly turned around to see Casey standing in his doorway dressed in his pajamas and robe. "Uh yeah, it got pretty wild."

"I'm sure it did, I'm sure it did" said Casey with a smirk on his face. "So who finally came out on top?"

Chuck, with a bewildered look on his face and stumbling for words, said "Well, I don't know...it had been a while...Sarah seemed to be enjoying it...then we switched things up...actually, it was kind of a blur."

Casey was getting slightly annoyed and asked "So you don't know who won the seduction challenge between you and Sarah?"

"Oh the challenge. I thought you meant...never mind" Chuck looked up to see Casey with a quizzical look on his face. "Yeah I won the challenge" he quickly replied hoping that Casey would forget what he had just said.

"Speaking of which, here's your half of the winnings" Chuck replied while pulling an envelope out of his jacket.

"Great job, knew you had it in you" Casey remarked while grinning. "Been looking to buy a new gun for the collection."

"Really? You don't think you have enough guns back there? I'm sure most small countries don't have the same firepower as you do."

"Hmm, nope never enough." Casey looked away as if contemplating what to get. "Maybe I'll get the Glock 39; don't have one of those yet."

"Glock? I thought you were a Smith & Wesson Model 29 kind of guy to me" said Chuck. "You know, Dirty Harry's gun?"

"Where did you find out anything about handguns?"

"Read about them while I'm waiting for you in your living room in the morning before work. You have those magazines laying out everywhere; it's kind of hard not to know anything about guns."

Casey was intrigued by his display of some weapon knowledge and turned to face him. "Yeah, had one when I first started out. I loved my .45 magnum, but the higher ups said that it was too messy for the clean up crews. Made me tone it down a bit."

"I see how that could be a problem." Chuck turned towards his front door, "See you later, then."

"Remember, 5:30 for a briefing before the mission. By the way, where is Walker anyways?"

"Early shift at the Wienerlicious. She said she'll be done by noon. Why?"

Casey had a curious look on his face. "I just thought I heard her Porsche come up the alley way."

"It did. I drove her to work and then drove it here" stated Chuck proudly.

"You drove her car?" said Casey with a look of total shock on his face. "The car that she beat up five terrorists for when they put a bullet hole in the back bumper? That car?"

"Yup, part of a side bet. If I won, I get to drive her car. And obviously I did."

Shaking his head, Casey commended him. "You keep amazing me Bartowski. From what I heard, she didn't even let Bryce drive that car."

Laughing, Chuck said "I'm not Bryce."

"That you're not, Chuck." In the ways that matter, you're much better. "Well be careful with it. The last thing we need is an angry CIA agent wanting to blow you up. Even I don't have the firepower to stop her when she's on a rampage" laughed Casey as he closed his front door.

Chuck was left there standing and wondering if what he said really was a joke; shaking his head he made it to his apartment for some needed rest.

Finally, Sarah thought to herself as she finished her shift at the Wienerlicious. She had spent the morning thinking of last night with Chuck. Luckily for her, certain moments of the night helped speed up the hours and now she was able to spend some time with Chuck and get some rest in before the mission tonight. We don't need that much rest.

She stepped out the door and found Chuck parked right in front. He was leaning against the passenger side of the Porsche and had a big smile on his face. Kryptonite I tell you. That smile is kryptonite to me.

"Hey there beautiful. How was the shift at Wienerlicious?"

"Do you need to ask? Let's just say I'm much happier now" said Sarah as she leaned in for a hug.

"Happy because you're with me or because you see your car is still in one piece?" joked Chuck.

"Both."

"So back to my place then? I'm sure you need some sleep. Agents sleep right?"

"Yeah we do. But let's go back to my hotel room instead."

"Why? We're going to Casey's place later tonight for a briefing anyways right?"

"Two words: Morgan door."

Chuck's eyes lit up as he opened up the passenger side door for her. "Good point. To your place Sarah."

As soon as she heard him say 'Sarah,' she knew there was a problem that she needed to rectify immediately. "Chuck, before we go there is something I need to talk to you about."

Chuck was just getting into the driver's side when he saw the serious look on her face. "Ok, sounds bad. What is it?"

"It's not bad. I just didn't have time last night to tell you since we were otherwise preoccupied." Sarah smiled then took a breath and looked deep into his eyes. "It's Sarah."

"Ok, nice to meet you. I'm Chuck."

"No Chuck, my real name is Sarah. Sarah Lisa actually."

Confused, Chuck thought for a moment before he asked "But didn't you say something before that Sarah wasn't your real name?"

Sarah looked down and replied "Yes, I lied. At that time I was really angry with you for thinking I was a double agent and that I betrayed you. That hurt you know."

"I know. I still feel bad about it." Chuck took his hand and lifted Sarah's chin so that he could see her face. "Sarah is really your name? And here I thought it was something weird."

"What did you think my name would be?"

"Something like Trixie or Jezebel." Chuck laughed, "I'm joking of course. I couldn't see you with any other name than Sarah."

A huge smile formed on Sarah's face as she reached over and kissed Chuck. "My whole name is Sarah Lisa..."

Just as she was about to tell him her family name, Chuck interrupted "Actually Sarah Lisa is fine for now. I know you trust me with that information, but telling me your last name puts your family in danger as well. I couldn't live with myself if I was forced to reveal that and something happened to your family. So let's stick with Sarah for now."

Smiling, Sarah said "Of course Chuck. But you know I trust you with more than just my name, right?" After seeing Chuck nod, she added "Let's go. I'm looking forward to getting into bed."

"That tired eh?"

Showing an evil smile, Sarah replied "No, I'm not."

"Neither am I" Chuck replied as he figured out what she meant.

After attempting to get some rest at the hotel, Chuck and Sarah knocked on Casey's door around 5:20pm already dressed for the huge fundraiser party that night. Luckily Chuck had picked up his tux from the dry cleaners before picking up Sarah.

As Casey opened the door, Chuck noticed he was in his bartender uniform which he had been called to wear more often than not. "I'll be having a martini, shaken not stirred, and water for the beautiful lady. Thanks" said Chuck to Casey.

"Funny Bartowski." Casey walked away to let the two into the apartment. "You two don't look too tired to me."

Curious, Sarah asked "And why would we be tired?"

"I don't know. Since you guys are moving in together, I thought you would be doing various home decorating stuff." Now looking at Sarah's direction, Casey continued. "You know...like making sure the carpet matches the drapes" he said snickering

Sarah had no reply but looked to be extremely annoyed, understanding what Casey was implying.

Chuck on the other hand was clueless to the sexual innuendo and chimed in. "What are you talking about Casey? You know that we have smooth Brazilian walnut floors in the new place."

Casey dropped his head and covered his eyes while laughing. "Not even touching that one. Too easy I tell you."

Chuck looked over to Sarah whose face had turned bright red and now was glaring at him. "What did I say?"

Angry, Sarah said "Can we get on with the briefing or do you want to continue with the high school humor?"

"Fine, fine. Don't get your panties in a bunch Walker." Grabbing three manila folders on the counter and handing them each one, Casey continued. "Mission is simple really. Chuck you're going in as Charles Carmichael, a wealthy owner of a start up software company. You have been active in environmental issues and that's why you're there at the party. All you have to do is get in close with Krijchek's daughter, Simone, and maybe get her to bring you to the back. There should be a recent picture of her in there. By the way you won't be wearing an earwig, just in case one of the women get close enough to see it. But we'll be able to hear you through the microphone in your watch."

Chuck was thumbing through the sheets when he came across her picture. "Wow." Instantly he felt an icy cold stare on his back coming from Sarah's direction. Trying to recover, he said "Wow, she isn't anywhere near as gorgeous as Sarah." He turned and once again gave her the smile that he knew could get him out of trouble.

Her annoyance dissipating, Sarah said "You know that smile won't protect you forever, right?"

"As long as I'm safe now" Chuck laughed.

"I've also included some information about her hobbies and pastimes. Should help with a conversation starter" shouted Casey from the other room.

Chuck just stood there for a moment pondering how he was going to do this. Although he did prove that he knew how to seduce someone, he didn't think he could seduce anyone but Sarah.

Sarah, noticing the confusion in his eyes, asked him "Problems, Chuck?"

"Well I was just trying to figure out how to do this. I don't think what I did at the club last night would be of any help unless they have a piano there. And most of my plan was mainly aimed at getting you." Chuck stood there again, deep in thought. "Should I pretend I'm a player and try to sweep her off her feet? Or should I play hard to get and hope that she takes the bait?"

"Don't worry Chuck. Just do what you think is right and it should work out" Sarah offered.

Casey added "You could always go with your standby plan."

Chuck raised an eyebrow showing his confusion.

"You know, your standby plan. The one where you waste weeks pining over a woman you barely know until you finally get the guts to tell her how you feel, but then only to find out her dead ex-boyfriend came back to life and wants to whisk her away to parts unknown. But miraculously and against all common sense, she chooses you over him and decides to stay and be friends. Then as your brilliant final move, you lock yourself in a room full of deadly gas and force her to admit that she has the same feelings for you too. You survive the gas and the story ends happily ever after. That standby plan."

Chuck just stood there with his mouth wide open, while Sarah crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

"Or you could go with one of the other two. It's up to you." Casey turned around with a grin on his face.

Chuck arrived at the Malibu home of Alexander Krijchek. He stood there astounded by the unobstructed view of the Pacific Ocean and by the immense size of the home on a extremely large chunk of California hillside.

Casey had arrived an hour earlier along with the rest of the wait staff, which Chuck enjoyed ribbing him about. In order to avoid suspicion, Sarah had arrived alone by limo. Since she was going as a wealthy single woman looking to bid at the auction, she had to play the part. To her dismay, Chuck took her Porsche and planned to arrive 10 minutes after her.

Chuck walked into the main ballroom of the mansion and took in the scene. People mingling about, cocktails in hand. A stage in the far wall with a 10 or so piece orchestra providing the music. Quickly scanning and orienting himself, he saw Casey at the bar and Sarah nearby sitting at a table alone. He barely looked at them to avoid anyone noticing their connection.

"Mr. Carmichael?"

Chuck turned around to see a short brunette. "Yes, call me Charles."

"Hello Charles, I'm Emma Johnson. I'm the coordinator for this fundraiser. Thank you for coming tonight."

"It's no problem. I'm a major supporter of Mr. Krijchek and all his endeavors for the planet."

"I'm sure he appreciates your efforts as well. I assume you still want to participate in the bachelor auction later?"

"But of course, anything to help out."

"That's great, there seems to be more ladies than bachelors here tonight so the bidding will be fierce."

"I hope I survive then" Chuck joked.

"Don't worry sir, you seem to already have made an impression" said Emma while looking around them.

Chuck looked up and saw random women looking at him up and down. Some of them were a little bit old for his taste but nonetheless he enjoyed the attention. "What do I need to do?"

Reaching into her bag, Emma said "Just wear this band around your arm. It lets the bidders know that you're up on the auction block. Other than that we ask that you mingle around and talk to as many people as you can and enjoy yourself."

"Thanks Emma. I'm sure I will."

Sarah watched from her table as Chuck mingled around the room, talking to random women who seemed eager for his attention. If one more woman touches his butt, I swear...

Casey was behind the bar, amused at the spectacle taking place. Cold, hard CIA agent Walker was totally jealous at the advances the other women were making on Chuck. Although entertaining, he decided he should do something about it before it messes up the mission.

"Long Island ice tea for the lady" said Casey as he placed her drink on the table.

"I didn't order anything" Sarah grunted while never taking her eyes off of Chuck.

"I know you didn't. I was hoping you would take it anyways so it would cool your head down before it sets off the fire sprinklers."

"What did you say?"

"I said that you're obviously jealous of those women and its interrupting our work. I understand though, it feels different when you're on the other end watching the action instead of part of it."

Sarah looked up at Casey, not getting his point.

"I mean, you never felt what Chuck felt when he watched you get close to Lon Kirk. Now you do. Not fun is it?"

She understood what he meant. She previously explained her actions of trying to get close to a mark as being part of the job, something that had to be done for the greater good. At this moment though, Sarah didn't care about the greater good; she cared about the women who were batting their eyelashes and flirting with her Chuck.

Since when did I become the Dr. Phil of team Chuck?

"Listen up Walker; let me put your mind at ease. You see what Chuck's doing with his hands?" Casey and Sarah both turned to look at Chuck.

"Yeah, he's gesturing. So what?"

"Well I guess you haven't noticed before but Chuck only uses those wild gestures when he's nervous or in a situation he's uncomfortable with. I'm guessing its not nervousness because he knows he has you here watching over him. So I'm going with discomfort."

Sarah nodded to show that she understood. Chuck wasn't happy with the situation either and was just enduring it for the mission.

"Good, now relax and let's get on with it." Casey returned to his spot behind the bar, leaving Sarah to continue the job at hand.

She looked back to Chuck and noticed that Simone Krijchek was now talking with him. She was all over him; touching his hand, rubbing his shoulders, putting her hand on his chest. Sarah had to repeat what she just learned from Casey in order to prevent herself from throwing a knife there right now. One element of solace for her was the fact that she saw Chuck gesturing even more wildly.

Sarah listened in on their conversation through his bugged watch and heard Chuck calmly playing the part of the wealthy bachelor. A smile grew on her face as she remembered her first undercover mission with him; trying to apprehend La Cuidad in the middle of an art auction. He seemed so out of place and nervous, as if he couldn't be anyone else but Chuck. But now, he was smooth and sure of himself and his cover. If she didn't know he was undercover, she would've been fooled too.

Another thing that amazed her was his focus; every once and a while he would quickly speak into his drink, revealing another buyer's name. Normally Chuck would freak out whenever he flashed on a bad guy, but now she would be hard press to see any change in character. Sarah sighed as she wondered if it was such a good thing to see him become more agent-like.

Chuck moved away from Simone, obviously playing hard to get and it was working. She pouted when he left and now was just standing there waiting for his return.

Taking the seat next to Sarah, Chuck asked "It's not right that a lovely lady like you is here all alone."

Sarah saw that he was still portraying Carmichael and said "I prefer to shop for my bachelors from afar."

Chuck put his hand out. "I'm Charles and you are?"

"Sarah."

"Beautiful name, Sarah."

"Shouldn't you be mingling around Charles? The ladies look pretty annoyed that you're spending time here with me."

Chuck looked around the room and looked back at Sarah's face. "Other ladies? Here I thought it was just you and I in the room."

She laughed, remembering that he used the same exact pick up line on her last night. "Does that corny line ever work?" Sarah laughed.

"Yeah, it did last night. It got me all I wanted and more" replied Chuck as he gave her an evil smile.

Sarah shook her head, "Don't think that it'll work on me."

"We'll see Sarah. We'll see tonight." With that Chuck stood up and excused himself. He noticed he left Simone too long and now she seemed angry. "Back into the den of lions."

"More cougars than lions I believe" said Sarah as she watched Chuck walk away.

After some more flirting with Simone, the time finally came for bachelor auction. The interested women all congregated into the center of the ballroom, facing the stage. Sarah joined them, choosing to stick to the back of the crowd.

Several men were auctioned off and next up was Chuck. As he took the stage, the auctioneer started the bidding at 5 thousand dollars. Quickly hands were raised and the bid was upped to 10, then to 15, and then 25. Chuck stood there amazed that the bidding was going this well. They must seriously be desperate for a guy to be bidding on me like that.

Simone had stayed out of the bidding so far but now found the chance to interrupt. "50 thousand" she shouted towards the stage. Instantly all the heads turned to face her.

"I have 50 thousand for Charles Carmichael. Remember ladies he's the owner of a new and upcoming software company. Quite a steal at 50. Do I have 55?" said the auctioneer.

An older woman raised her hand and shouted "55."

Sarah observed an annoyed look come over Simone's face. Apparently she was accustomed to not getting what she wanted.

"65" said Simone.

"The bid is now at 65. Do I have 70?"

"70" the older woman shouted.

"I raise it to 85 then" replied Simone. She noticed that the older woman was backing down.

The auctioneer looked around and noticed that the price was higher than what the other men were going for. Seeing no interest in the women, he said "I have 85 going once."

Sarah looked up and shouted towards the stage, "100 thousand."

Chuck was totally shocked. He thought that it was part of the plan for Simone to win the bidding. But the look on Sarah's face told him that she wasn't letting him go that easily. Oh man, Sarah's a highly trained agent and apparently is jealous as well. Not a good combo for Chuck. Not that he would ever do anything to make her jealous of course.

Simone now turned and faced Sarah and gave her response, "120."

"140 thousand."

"Let's end this quickly ok?" Simone stated. "200 thousand."

Sarah let out a gasp. Although she was supposed to let Simone win, she didn't think that she would escalate things like that. She was done; she only had 150 thousand given to her by the CIA for the mission.

The auctioneer, amazed at the amount, pointed to Simone. "At 200 thousand dollars, Miss Simone Krijchek has won the auction for a date with Mr. Charles Carmichael."

As he walking towards Simone, Chuck couldn't help but notice the annoyance evident on Sarah's face. Ok, something else to keep in mind. Agent Walker doesn't like losing. Remember this next time you challenge her to Rock Band.

"200 thousand? Are you sure that I'm worth that much Simone?" Chuck asked. "Sure, I'm funny but not 200 thou funny."

Simone looked him up and down. "I think you are. I was bidding for the whole package anyways."

Chuck gulped.

"Let's head to the back and find somewhere more private. I'd like to get better acquainted with you, Charles."

"Of course. Lead the way."

Sarah watched Chuck follow Simone through one of the back doors into the inner parts of the home.

Casey walked up to her, "I'm glad to see you actually held it together. Although I was worried there during the auction; if you had actually won, we would be having a harder time trying to get any sort of info."

"I didn't want her getting him without a fight. That's all."

Chuck found himself walking through a large majestic hallway with various items and pieces from Krijchek's travels displayed on the walls. He was trying to figure out a way to get to a computer or at least a library so he could get the chance to find some info.

"Let's try dad's study. It's always quiet and no one will bother us in there" said Simone with a wink.

Ok, too easy. He looked over to Simone, "Sounds good to me."

As she opened the door, several men turned around with a surprised look on their faces. In the corner were gas canisters about the size of scuba tanks. Chuck's eyes glazed over as images flashed over his mind's eye. The brown haired man with the handlebar mustache was Joseph Wright, head of a particularly violent militia. As documents revealed themselves in his memory, he learned that tensions have been running high between them and the local government in Roswell, New Mexico. Things have escalated in recent weeks as many militia members were arrested during drug and gun raids. The last document obtained through NSA sources shocked Chuck the most. The leaders of the militia were making inquiries concerning the purchase of canisters of ricin gas and were planning to use it to announce their presence to the world within the coming weeks.

Although to Chuck it felt like minutes while he flashed, in actuality it was no more than a few seconds and he was able to continue in his cover without anyone the wiser. Seeing the concern in the eyes of the men, he knew he had to divert suspicion or end up being caught. "Simone, you never told me that you and your father scuba dived" Chuck asked as he turned to face her. "It is one of my favorite things to do whenever I leave the country."

Simone looked confused and stated "I haven't done any yet and I didn't know you were interested in it dad."

Krijchek initially had a look of concern but it dissipated after Chuck's scuba statement. "I haven't gone yet either. But my friends here are doing their best to convince me to go. I'm sorry Simone; you haven't introduced me to your friend yet."

Chuck extended his hand. "Forgive me sir for my lack of manners. My name is Charles Carmichael. I was one of the lucky men auctioned off tonight at your fundraiser."

"Carmichael, of course. Emma had told me a lot about you. She said something about you being charge of a biotech start up?"

"Actually it's a software start up. SLW Games." Realizing that the situation needed to be resolved immediately, Chuck placed his hands behind his back and started tapping on his watch.

Outside, still in the ballroom, Casey and Sarah were on the verge of breaking in the door after they heard the conversation over the watch microphone. But the sudden sounds of tapping stopped Casey in his tracks.

"Walker, do you hear that tapping?"

"Yeah, must be some sort of interference."

"No, its Morse code actually. From Chuck. I'm a bit rusty but let's see." Casey's eyes glazed over as he listened to the series of dots and dashes come over their earpieces. "Situation under control...Call reinforcements to capture militia...No time to wait...Deadly gas on premise...Over."

"Is that all he said?"

"Yeah, we need to make some calls now."

Krijchek looked over to Chuck and motioned for him to have a seat. "Please Mr. Carmichael. Have a seat. I'll finish my business with these gentlemen and we can talk about how you can help me with my humanitarian endeavors."

"Thank you." As he sat down next to Simone, he realized that it had be almost 15 minutes since he tapped out the message to Casey and Sarah. It should be going down pretty soon, I hope.

Just as he started to relax, Chuck saw that Krijchek received a phone call and that his reaction to the message was anything but happy. "Give me a minute; I need to take this outside."

Chuck watched as Krijchek and his bodyguards as well as Joseph Wright and his posse walked out the only door to the room. On his way out, he observed Krijchek giving a nod to the two men left behind. Must be starting.

The agents from the NSA had arrived and all exits were secured within minutes. Casey took the lead and followed Krijchek and Wright after they saw them leave the room. He motioned to Sarah to continue searching for Chuck within the rooms accessed by the hallway.

She came up to the first two rooms and found no one inside. Finally coming up to the room where Krijchek and his associates just left, she slowly turned the doorknob. Just as she opened the door, she heard the sound of two large objects hitting the ground. She quickly rushed in and found Chuck standing over two large men. She picked up two guns that she assumed to belong to the two men, "What happened Chuck?"

"They heard you coming in and were about to fire. I couldn't let you get hurt, so I took them out."

Surprise and confusion was painted all over Sarah's face. "Wait, you took them out? You?"

"Yes, don't act so surprised. I watched you and Bryce fight those Fulcrum guys in the Buymore remember? I just did what I saw you guys did back then."

Sarah shook her head. "Sorry, you just surprised me there. I didn't think you had it in you." She couldn't believe that Chuck was able to take down two men with moves he learned by watching what she and Bryce did one time. She would have to remember to explore this more later.

"Like I said before, it's relatively easy when it's for someone you love."

As they walked out of the room, Simone was left alone on the sofa. "Daddy?"

"Good job people" said Director Graham from the monitor in Casey's apartment. "Although I do recall this being tasked as strictly recon, the circumstances dictated otherwise. Major Casey was able to follow Krijchek and apprehended him while in company of Joseph Wright. In doing so, countless number of people were saved from possible ricin attack."

Chuck looked around and smiled at his team mates.

Not wanting to be left out, General Beckman added "Also good job Bartowski on the decision to call in reinforcements. That kind of threat could not be left unattended for along. I'm amazed, it seems working with these two has boosted your confidence a bit."

Chuck smiled back "Just trying to do my part as a special agent."

Graham moved back to the screen. "About that. Your paperwork has gone through and from this point on you will be employed by the CIA. You will receive the same pay and benefits as those in the agency."

"Great, I get a paycheck" laughed Chuck.

Graham winced. "Sorry, I didn't mention this but for now your paycheck will be put into a CIA controlled bank account. Since you still technically undercover, there cannot be evidence that you are working for anyone else other than Buymore. Also you will have to avoid using the money in front of family and friends since they will also see the change. Sorry Bartowski."

"So I get paid by the government but I can't access any of the money? Isn't that the same as not getting paid?"

"We didn't say you couldn't use it. Just that you couldn't use it in anyway that breaks your cover. That's all. Dismissed."

"Agent Walker, please stay for a minute" asked Graham.

Chuck and Casey looked at each other confused as they walked out.

As soon as the other two team mates left the room, Sarah said "I'm alone sir."

"I understand that you're about ready to move in with Bartowski."

"Yes sir. Next week."

"And things are going well?"

Sarah couldn't understand the line of questions, but answered "Yes, our cover is strong. No one suspects."

"No, I meant between you and Bartowski personally."

"Excuse me?"

"Walker, it has been obvious to both myself and General Beckman that there has been more to you two than cover. Although normally we would have put a quash to this sort of relationship, the effectiveness of this team, specifically your effectiveness, has not diminished but actually increased."

"Why are you telling me this sir?"

"To prevent any future complications from arising due to you feeling the need to hide it from us. As long as you don't go parading around love struck high school students and you complete the missions as well as your team has been doing, there will be no problems with us. I understand there will be certain types missions you will be averse to, but I have a feeling you will work those out on your own."

Before signing off, Graham added "And Sarah. Be careful. Even though he's been made an agent, Bartowski is still technically a civilian. He might not understand all that you've done."

Sarah's head was now spinning. The CIA and NSA just gave her clearance to continue her relationship with Chuck. "Thank you sir. I appreciate your trust in me."

The monitor switched off and Sarah quickly exited the apartment to find Chuck and Casey talking by the fountain. She walked as quickly as she could without running up to Chuck. Still in the middle of a sentence Sarah placed both hands on the sides of his head and gave him a deep kiss. Casey looked in shock as Chuck and Sarah continued their lip lock. Finally breaking contact, Sarah took Chuck by the hand, who was still recovering from the kiss and led him quickly to her car.

Casey finally asked "Walker what's going on?"

With an evil grin, she replied "I'm having Chuck personally check that the carpet matches the drapes."

A/N: Sorry if I just mashed all these themes and ideas together. I just normally write what's on my mind at the moment.