A/N: I don't own Chuck. I decided to start a new story with a different feel than my other one. Let's say this one is much lighter and more fun. Enjoy.

WHAP!

Chuck opened his eyes and stared at the fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling of the training center.

"Chuck, what are you doing? Remember what I taught you. Again" shouted Sarah from outside of the matted floor.

"Sorry Sarah. I'll try harder this time" answered Chuck half-heartedly.

Chuck stood up and took his stance. A few moments later he was on his back yet again staring at the ceiling. Casey and Sarah looked on and shook their heads.

"It was kind of funny the first few times, but now even my back is starting to hurt" stated Casey as he watched Chuck get tossed to the mat once more. "Seriously, is this really doing any good?"

"It has to. You saw what happened during the last mission. If he's going to continue to insist on leaving the car, then he should at least be able to protect himself" replied Sarah.

She looked back over to Chuck who has back into his fighting stance against his training partner. The catalyst for all this training occurred during the last mission. The job was a easy one: apprehend a computer programmer named Dexter Whipple who was found hacking into the CIA mainframe. A simple enough task.

"Chuck, stay in the car" ordered Sarah.

"Yes mom. I'll also be sure to not talk to strangers" said Chuck.

Sarah looked over as her eyelids formed tiny slits. "Not funny. Stay."

Chuck stuck his tongue out and in retaliation Sarah did the same. Childish? Yes. But Sarah was not above fighting fire with fire. It was also a testament to Chuck's influence upon her that she allowed him to see the non-agent side of herself.

"If you ordered me to stay in your bed, then I think I would be more inclined to listen" said Chuck with an evil smile. "That would be an order worth following."

Sarah smiled at his sudden forwardness. She enjoyed the fact that their relationship had progressed to the level where this kind of flirting was allowed. "Well if I knew you were going to follow that particular order, I would've asked you a long time ago" flirted Sarah. "My only concern is if you know what to do with me after you got that order." She watched happily as the confidence Chuck exhibited melted away and went back to awkward state.

Casey and Sarah made their way into the Las Vegas home of Dexter Whipple. They had just received a tip that he would be selling data he found from the CIA mainframe to the highest bidder. Casey stopped at the frame of the back door and motioned for Sarah to come around and knock it in. The plan was to just rush in and take the nerd by surprise, hoping that he would wet his pants and surrender quietly.

Sarah kicked the door in and suddenly sirens and flashing lights went off from the interior of the home. Seeing that they were discovered, Casey rushed in and looked from room to room. Sarah followed suit and started in the back rooms.

Outside Chuck watched from the nerd herder as the home was lit up like there was a dance club inside. To his surprise he watched a tiny man jump out of a skylight on the roof of the home and slide down to the edge. Chuck knew it was Dexter and that he was about to get away. Disregarding Sarah's earlier order to stay, Chuck ran over to the front of the house and caught up with the target. He quickly tackled him to the ground but to his dismay, Dexter pulled out a 9mm and aimed it at his head. Suddenly a shot rang out and a hole appeared in Dexter's hand and the gun went flying off into another direction.

"Chuck! I told you to stay in the car!" screamed Sarah.

"I did, until I saw him making his getaway that is" answered Chuck.

"You could've been killed!"

"Unlikely. I don't know if you know this, but I'm protected by the extremely talented and beautiful Sarah Walker. She wouldn't let anything happen to me."

Sarah stopped the smile that was forming from the compliment. "Don't think that you're silver tongue is going to save you. I won't be around all the time to protect you despite how talented you say I am."

"I know. In those instances I guess I'll have to think of something" said Chuck with a smile.

Sarah frowned at the thought of what Chuck would have to do. As she turned away, she didn't notice the look of relief on Chuck's face as he tucked a knife back into it's holder behind his belt.