AN: Here is the latest and final edition to Chuck vs The Office. I hope you enjoy and please review. Also, I have a new story out called Bartowski Chronicles: The Next Generation. It's mainly about Chuck and Sarah's kids and their involvement in the spy world, so check it out if you're interested. Anyway, hope you enjoy this final installment and please, please review.

Chapter 16

One month later

It was finally perfect. Yes, Chuck Bartowski (along with the help of Morgan Grimes) had come up with the perfect proposal plan. It was romantic, yet not over the top, simple, yet not so that it seemed like he hadn't put any effort into it. To be honest, coming up with this plan was harder that coming up with an over-the-top one. At least it was in Chuck's opinion.

With the help of Morgan Grimes, Chuck had finally managed to nail the perfect proposal. Dinner, beach, Gardenias, sunset, ring. He'd rehearsed in his head again and again what he was planning on saying. As he got out of his car, his phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hey, bro," came Devon's reply.

"Hey Devon. What's up?"

"Ellie bought this new TV from the Buy More and she needs help setting it up. I would, but as you know I am not awesome with electronics."

"Yes, Devon, you don't have to remind me. I was there for the Stereo Incident of '04," Chuck said. Devon was awesome, he saved lives, jumped out of planes and worked out like a bodybuilder, but he could not have been more accurate when he said, he was not awesome with electronics.

"Yeah, well anyway. I was kinda hoping you could help set it up after work."

"Of course I will," Chuck replied.

"Thanks Chuckster. Um I'm being paged so..."

"Go save lives, Awesome."

"Alright. Thanks again, bro," Devon said before hanging up.

Chuck, who had been more focused on the phone call rather that his surroundings had ended up tripping, causing some papers to spill out of his messenger bag by Casey's security desk. Chuck scrambled down to pick them up and Casey helped with a few, his eye caught on one.

"Proposal plan? You planning on popping the question to Walker?" the ex-marine asked.

"Uh, yeah," Chuck said hesitantly.

"Lamborghini, DeLorean," he mused, looking at the paper.

"That's an earlier draft. I revised that, I'm not using that one anymore." Chuck interjected.

"Can I give you some advice, Bartwoski?" Casey said.

Chuck raised an eyebrow. Casey had become friendlier- well as friendly as John Casey can go- over the past couple of months. But he didn't think he'd be having this discussion with him.

"Uh, sure."

"I proposed once, you know? Alex's mom, Kathleen. We had plans to go to Niagara Falls, I was about to ship out. We were young, I was stupid and things got screwed up. So I ended up proposing at a Buffalo bus station," he had a strange look on his face for a couple of seconds.

"Not exactly the most romantic spot in the world," his face came into a kind-of smile. "But I'll always have that day, I'll always have that look on her face. Truth is, there's no such thing as a perfect proposal or a perfect spot. So forget about finding the perfect place, Bartowski. All you need is the girl," he finished.

"Wow, Casey. Thank you, wow," he paused for a moment. "How did you know I was trying to find the perfect spot anyway?"

"Grimes told Alex, Alex told me."

"Can I ask, uh, what did happen between you and Alex's mom anyway?"

Casey grunted. "I don't talk about that."

Chuck nodded. "Alright, thanks for the advice though, Casey. I really appreciate it."

"Don't get your lady feelings all over the place, Bartowski."

Banes and Co.
Atlanta Office

Colton Banes flipped through the sales profits of his US branches. For a while now, business had been growing and he'd set up offices all around the country, to see where business was best at. The intercom went off on his desk.

"Mr Banes, Langston Graham is on line one."

"Thank you Trish," Banes replied picking up the phone. "Hello, Langston."

"Colton, I sent over the reports," Graham replied. "Have you thought of moving office?"

"Well, business around here isn't doing as well as it is in other states. I suppose I'll leave someone else to run this office and move somewhere more productive. Any suggestions, Langston?"

"It's your call, Colton. Perhaps you should consult Beckman about it."

"That's a valid idea, Langston. Thank you. If I do move office I'll need you and Dianne to help."

"Of course."

"Good to know. Goodbye, Langston."

"Goodbye."

Banes put down the phone and then spoke into the intercom on his desk again.

"Trish could you please connect me to Miss Beckman, thank you." He waited for a minute or so before the phone picked up.

"Hello, Dianne."

"Hello, Colton. What do I owe this call?"

"I'm thinking about moving office. I trust you and Langston both have the reports for the different offices."

"We do."

"I'm thinking of a move. Where do you suppose is the best place?"

"Hmmm, New York is not doing to badly, neither is Philadelphia. Although business in the west coast has been booming fairly recently," Beckman said.

"I noticed. California, specifically."

"Yes, it your Burbank office."

"Then I think we have our winner," Banes said.

Burbank, California.
Saturday, 6:30PM
Chuck and Sarah's Apartment

Reality sucked. It bit the big one. And seriously, the weather was really spiteful. The forecast was meant to be sunny that day, but no, it just rained and rained, poured down like a bucket of water on Chuck's proposal plan.

He sat on the couch, looking out the window, sort-of mourning, he looked like a little kid who really wanted to go out and play, but had to stay in cause of the rain. His phone rang and he answered. Morgan's face showed up on the caller ID.

"Hey, buddy."

"Chuck, man. Are you gonna be okay? I mean, proposal plan, dude."

"I dunno Morgan. I might have to postpone it. The weather was meant to be perfect today but its terrible," Chuck moaned.

"Buddy, you are the greatest guy I know. Whether you postpone it or not, you'll find a way to make it work."

Chuck couldn't help but let a small smile come to his face. "Thanks buddy. That means a lot."

"No problemo, Chuck. Just tell me how it works out."

"I will."

Chuck hung up the phone and removed the engagement ring from his coat pocket. It was all supposed to be perfect. He was meant to give her flowers, they were meant to have dinner on the beach, followed by a sunset and then the proposal. But no, the weather felt like literally raining on his parade.

"Cheer up, Chuck," Sarah said walking into the living room from her shower. "We can go to the beach some other time."

"Huh?" Chuck quickly shoved the ring back in his pocket, away from sight. "Oh yeah, right."

"You sure? You seem pretty down from the rain."

"I know, I was just really looking forward to going today," Chuck muttered.

"It'll be fine. The weather should lighten up eventually," she gave him a kiss on the cheek and he smiled at her.

"Hmm. So how's work been going?" he asked.

"Alright, same old, you know?"

"All too well," he said as she sat next to him and turned on the TV to check for anything good.

They were watching a re-run of 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire' when suddenly, very randomly. Chuck's mind flashed to the conversation he's had with Casey and the words rang through his head over and over again in that very moment.

"So forget about finding the perfect place, Bartowski. All you need is the girl,"

'All you need is the girl Chuck. And she's right here with you.' said his mind.

And the Chuck realized, he didn't want to postpone the proposal, to wait for the weather to work out and be at the perfect spot. All that really mattered was him and Sarah. 'There's no such thing as a perfect proposal or a perfect spot' came Casey's voice again.

He was right. Ellie and Awesome seemed like the perfect couple, both doctors, they loved each other. Yet their proposal was not big or extravagant, but simple and successful. Chuck remembered them exchanging vows and not helping but sneak a glance at Sarah because the whole wedding, family thing, he wanted with her.

Getting off the couch, Chuck got down on one knee and removed the ring box from his pocket.

"Sarah."

She turned to him, and, stunned, she hit the off switch for the TV remote.

"Chuck," her breath hitched in her throat.

"Don't freak out. Sarah, I love you and nothing will ever change that. And there's nothing I want more than," he gulped trying to orientate his thoughts. "I know that we haven't even been dating a year," he managed a nervous chuckle. "But there is nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my life with you."

Sarah felt her breath hitch again and butterflies in her stomach.

"Every day, I just want to- God this would be so much better with a sunset on the beach. Sarah, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, loving you and making you happy. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Marry me?"

This time it was Sarah's mind that began to flashback to their relationship. Their first meeting.

"Um…I'm Chuck," he said sticking his hand out.

She smiled and shook his hand. "Sarah."

Their start up as friends.

"Where did you go?"

"Harvard," she replied, taking a sip of coffee.

"Harvard? Wow, and I thought I was smart for getting into Stanford."

The time he asked her out on a real date

"So um, do you maybe wanna have dinner with me? There's this new Italian place that's supposed to be great and I know that you like Italian food so what do you say?"

"You mean like a date?"

"Well uh," Chuck knew that he was going to ramble through this. "No, not really. Maybe, yeah I guess."

Their actual first date.

You know it's kind of protocol for me to be forced to kiss you goodnight at the end of the date,"

"Forced?" she smiled, slyly."Would it be so bad?"

"I'm sure I could suffer through it," came his reply.

"Me too."

The first time he told her he loved her.

"I told you before you started telling me about your past that it wouldn't change the way I felt about you and it hasn't," he took a deep breath. "I love you Sarah, I'll always love you no matter what."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really,"

"I love you too, Chuck," she said. "Always will."

Their first Christmas when she asked him to move in.

"Actually, it's your key to our apartment."

He turned his head away from the key and to her. "What?"

"That is, of course. If you want to move in with me," she said.

"Are you serious?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah," Sarah nodded."I'm serious."

"Yes,"

Ellie and Devon's wedding.

The priest went on."Do you Eleanor Faye Bartowski, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor and cherish, to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poor till death do you part?"

Ellie, choked back tears of joy and smiled at Devon. "I do." Sarah couldn't help but look at Chuck, even if it was just a glance.

The word barely escaped her lips. "Yes."

"Yes?" Chuck said.

"Yes , Chuck. I love you so yes, I will marry you. I want to be your wife."

Chuck couldn't stop the grin from coming onto his face. Had she really just said yes? Chuck removed the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger, she kissed him.

When they finally pulled apart, she looked down at the ring on her finger.

"It's beautiful."

Chuck smiled. "I'm sorry that this couldn't be perfect. To be fair I had it all planned out with dinner and the beach and a sunset," he pulled out some flowers which he'd hidden. "Fortunately, I can still give you these," he laughed nervously.

Sarah looked at the bouquet or Gardenias. "Chuck, you're wrong. This was perfect, no need for a sunset or a beach or anything, just you and me. This is perfect."

They kissed again and it didn't end there.

Sunday
10:00AM
Chuck and Sarah's Apartment

Sarah stirred in bed and much to his dismay, Chuck was not next to her Hauling herself out of bed, she picked up his shirt that was lying on the floor, next to the bed. Making her way out to the kitchen/living area, she found Chuck making breakfast.

"Wow, you're up late. Even for you," he joked.

"What can I say? You wore me out sufficiently last night," she smiled and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Well I do aim to please."

"You did that and then some," she grinned.

"Man, it's a good thing we live alone," Chuck remarked.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"Cause you were really loud last night," he smirked.

"I was not!"

"Oh God! Chuck, Yes! Oh God!" Chuck cried out in a falsetto voice.

"I do not sound like that!" Sarah smacked him playfully on the arm.

"Okay, maybe the voice is off, but you do see my point," Chuck replied.

"Just cause I agreed to marry you doesn't mean you can start making fun of me," she smirked back.

"You're still serious about that?"

"Course I am," Sarah raised a brow. "Why, aren't you?"

"Of course I am," he said. "I was just kinda wondering if it was a dream or something where I meet this amazing girl and she ends up becoming my fiance," Chuck said.

"Not a dream, trust me," Sarah kissed him.

"Hmmm, well I made you breakfast," Chuck smiled putting a plate of food in front of her.

"Thank you. You're the best, Chuck."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Chuck and Sarah kissed. It was a kiss full of love and promise. Promise for the future, a future they would share, together and forever.

AN: And thus ends the story Chuck vs The Office. Concerning the proposal, I did a lot of debate in my head about that, but I hope this will suffice. Also, the bit with Banes, Graham and Beckman is kind of a gateway for the sequel which I will be publishing/working on at some point, I'm not sure when exactly.

I hope you have enjoyed this story, I most certainly enjoyed writing it. Please review, reviews are the best and I always read every single one of them.