A/N: You know, I've kinda turned this one into some slapstick, tomfoolery, Charah lovefest and gotten away from the main story. I should probably not do that….why doesn't anyone believe me. True story when I got the idea for this chapter, my face…well, you know that gif of the Grinch smiling…I kinda did that….For those of you who enjoy that weird banter I've done in this fic where they aren't talking about each other, but they are, I added Ellie to it this time…Fair warning…Tears could hit you by the end…Sorry (no I'm not)…Sit back, relax, and welcome to the suburbs folks, it's Ch 12, Normal Couple

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, but Casey's line gave me the idea for the name of the chapter.

The suburbs, with his partner. He hated it. He didn't mind the spying, but to have to mingle like this when all he wanted to do was shoot someone, or sit back, have a glass of Johnny Walker Black, or even a hotpocket, it was absolute torture. At least he was grilling.

"Can you turn a little to your left, Casey?" Sarah asked through the ear wig.

"ACHOO!" Chuck sneezed. Sarah reached over and felt his head again, still a low-grade fever. "I'm so sawwy," Chuck moaned.

"Walker, do something with him," Casey said.

"Casey, I'm not doing something with him just because you told me to, plus I'd get snot all over me," Sarah replied, grinning cheekily.

"I need brain bleach," Chasey grunted.

"Do we even know if I can flash like this?" Chuck asked, trying to get back to the op and then his bed.

"Bartowski, if you get me killed because your brain is screwed up from that stupid cold, I'll kill you," Casey growled softly. He then gave a smile to one of his neighbors, and went back to grilling. At least he had his Beastmaster 3000 to grill on.

"John, you're scaring the neighbors," Alex whispered into his ear, getting close to him like the newlywed she was trying to play.

"She deserves an academy award," Chuck mumbled, his hand over the mike. Sarah covered hers and turned toward him.

"I don't think it's an act," she said, smiling as Chuck got a shocked look on his face. She reached over, cupped his cheek, sighed, and turned back. Only four more neighbors to get a picture of and hopefully Chuck would flash on one of them. This mission had gone south before it had even began. Chuck and Sarah were supposed to be the newlyweds in the house, but Chuck's illness had taken that option off of the table. Sarah looked down at the wedding and engagement ring that was on her finger. She played with it for a second, looked over at the matching wedding ring that Chuck wore, through her insistence, and concentrated on the mission. While Chuck was safer in the van with her, she knew they could pull off a married couple better, and part of her was upset she wasn't in there with Chuck. Not for the mission, but as a test run, which was stupid she knew, they were already living together. But in a house that was theirs, being married, and having the dog, which was back at the apartment and Sarah wasn't giving back when the mission was over. What kind of monster expected her to return that beautiful animal. Sarah thought she could run her own sub-mission at home, Operation Mrs. Bartowski. She smiled at the thought.

"Casey," Chuck muttered. "Can we hurry this up?" he whined. Sarah looked over at her poor husband, she smiled at the thought, looked down at the rings, and hit the mike.

"Cable guy, you sure about your current status?" Sarah asked.

"Single and ready to mingle, Valkyrie," Morgan said. "Apparently the similar heights didn't intrigue her." Sarah shot Chuck a look and he shrugged. Morgan was undercover as the cable guy and he walked outside, looking for Alex to talk to her about an "emergency." He turned slowly getting three of the last four people he needed on the camera. He looked around trying to find the fourth when he felt someone behind. He turned around and a beautiful woman was there.

"Hi," she said grinning, and taking a sip of her drink. "I don't think I've ever met a cable guy as cute as you." Morgan grinned. "Feel like laying some cable later?" She asked raising an eyebrow. Chuck and Sarah shared a shocked look, both of their eyebrows about shooting off of their face.

"I don't have a work order, or I'd be glad to," Morgan said smiling. The lady took a card, put her number on it, and put the card in his pocket.

"There," she said, patting his chest. "Give me a call, my husband will be out of town later this week, and I'll need to see about upgrading my service." Chuck nearly spit the drink out he took. Morgan turned, saw her husband, and gulped. He was huge man. "I'd rather he be there."

"Kinky," she said, grinning. "He's not into that," she said, and walked away slapping his backside.

"Did Morgan just get hit on by a cougar?" Chuck asked. Sarah turned to look at him. "We have to go save him."

"No, Mr. Bartowski, you need to sit there," she said. Chuck nodded.

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Walker," he replied. She gave him a look. "What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, Chuck, nothing," she said.


They had found a bug in the kitchen, ran fingerprints on it, and found out it belonged to the husband of the cougar. Morgan had called her, and he was supposed to go over to her house in a few days. In the meantime, Chuck and Sarah stayed at home for Chuck to recover. They were just a phone call away if needed. He came into the kitchen the next morning to see Sarah making breakfast. She was softly humming and looked at peace. Chuck noticed she still had on the wedding and engagement ring. She was feeding the dog bacon while she cooked. Chuck crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe thinking.

"See something you like Mr. Bartowski?" Sarah asked, giving him a smile. He nodded.

"Something smells good," he said. Sarah rubbed the dog's head.

"I gave Peaches a bath last night," Sarah said grinning. She walked over and felt his forehead. She reached up, tilted his head down, stood on her tiptoes, and gently placed her lips on his forehead. "Looks like it's gone." She dropped back down, took his hands and smiled at him.

"So does that mean we go in?" Chuck asked. Sarah shook her head.

"Nope, we stay here, Mr. Bartowksi," she replied, winking. She walked back over to the stove.

"So for the next few days, just me and you, no new missions unless something goes pear-shaped with Alex and Casey?" Chuck asked. Sarah nodded. "Sarah, if we're staying here, why is the dog with us?"

"You don't like Peaches?" she asked, grinning.

"I love the dog," he said. She bounced a shoulder. "Are we keeping him?" She grinned and smiled.

"Anything else?" she asked coyly. Chuck nodded.

Why are we wearing the rings?" Sarah looked at him, studying him for a long minute. Chuck stood there, not backing down.

"I can't tell you," she said, smiling at him and walking toward him very slowly. Chuck held his ground, but gulped.

"Why not?" he squeaked.

"Because, this stupid nerd I fell in love with wanted to go slow, and I don't want to scare him," Sarah said.

"Stupid nerd," Chuck said. "I mean he probably wants to spend the rest of his life with you, stupid nerd."

"Don't talk about my nerd that way," Sarah said, her eyes dangerous.

"Stupid, stupid nerd," Chuck said, a daring twinkle in his eye. She grabbed him, and pinned him against the wall, a look in her eye he never saw before. "He probably is scared he's going to scare you and doesn't have the guts to ask you what's in his head even though you've both said no secrets no lies."

"I told you, don't say those kind of things about my nerd," Sarah said softly. "Even if he is scared he's the best thing that ever happened to me. I just need to keep working on building up his confidence. Now, be nice, or else I'll have to punish you."

"Stupid, stupid, stupid nerd," he said, scared to death. Sarah shook her head. "He probably dreams about you all the time, being in his life, taking care of him when he's sick, taking care of you while you're sick."

"You're going to pay for that Mr. Bartowski," Sarah said. "You're gonna pay by making me breakfast on mornings I don't want to get out of bed, by taking care of me when I'm so sick I don't even want anyone to see me. You're gonna pay by being with me until my dying day."

"Who's going to make me pay for it?" Chuck asked. She gave him a long look. Chuck smirked, and she narrowed her eyes. He ran his fingers over her left hand, and one circled the rings. "Seems like someone likes playing that she's Mrs. Bartowski." The look on Sarah's face changed. Chuck thought he might die…happily…but die.


"GENERAL!" Sarah screamed.

"Calm down, Walker, what is it?" she asked.

"He's got a Fulcrum Intersect in his head!" Sarah yelled.

"He's got a what?!" Beckman said. Sarah took a deep breath and told her the quick version of the story. How Morgan got into the home, was seduced, found the computer, put on glasses to transmit to Chuck and he downloaded it, causing Chuck to pass out. "What does Ellie say?" Beckman asked.

"She doesn't know anything yet, General," Sarah replied. "He looked the same way he does whenever he gets an upgrade. His eyes jerking everywhere," she said, near tears.

"Sarah," Beckman said softly. She saw the rings on her fingers and looked up at her. "Sarah, we'll get him the best help."

"Blow it up," Sarah growled. Beckman nodded.

"That's one thing you can be damn sure of!" she said. "I'll talk to you soon, Sarah," Beckman said.

"Never heard the General call you by your first name, Sarah," Devon said walking in. She turned, and he saw the tears running down her face. He opened his arms and she launched herself into him. "Not awesome."


"Did we get them?" Beckman asked.

"Yes, General, I turned it on them, and it killed most of them, the ones that survived aren't in good shape," Casey said. "We have the intel and Ellie is examining it, seeing if it can go into Chuck without harming him." Beckman nodded.

"What about Sarah?" she asked softly. Casey took a breath.

"She's with Bartowski," Casey answered. "He hasn't woken up yet, although Ellie thinks it will be soon. It looks like whatever is in that Fulcrum upload didn't play nice with the updates Ellie had done." Beckman nodded.

"Keep me updated," she said as she cut the feed. Casey walked into the infirmary. Morgan walked up to him.

"This is bad," Morgan said.

"I thought he was about to wake up," Casey said, getting worried. Morgan gave him a look and shook his head.

"Oh, he is, it's just…you'll just have to hear it for yourself," he said, and walked away. Casey walked over to where Chuck was. Sarah was holding his hand. He noticed that Sarah and Chuck both had on wedding rings. She kept running her fingers back and forth over them. He moved closer until he could hear her.

"…and it's got a red door, and a white picket fence," she said softly. "I know it sounds cheesy, but that's what I want Chuck. Inside I want something, a piece of painted art, or a sign or something that says something about the Bartowski household. You can ever have one that says established the year we're married. I really want it to be this year, Chuck." Casey walked away. She was gone, and he wasn't about to stop those two. They deserved to be happy, and he'd make sure they were.


Morgan brought Sarah a cup of hot chocolate. She gave him a sad smile, and he gave her a one-arm side hug.

"He's gonna be okay, you know," Morgan said. "It's Chuck, he doesn't leave, he never leaves." He was quiet for a second and then added softly, "Except me."

"Morgan, I'm his girlfriend, not his best friend," Sarah said giving him a look.

"He's always been there for me," Morgan said.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked.

"I miss Anna," he said. "I want her back."

"Do you think there's a shot?" Sarah asked.

"She said it would be a cold day in hell before she ever dated me, kissed me, or even let me look at her again," Morgan said. "So yeah."

"Uh, Morgan, I don't think that's how it works," Sarah said.

"I hear she's seeing some dude, I need to go check him out, make sure he's at least good enough for her," Morgan said. Casey walked in, and Sarah gave him a head jerk to get over there.

"You'll need back up," she said, grinning. Casey rolled his eyes.

"Casey, I never stopped caring about her," Morgan said. Casey stared at him.

"You haven't been faithful," Casey said.

"She told me she never wanted to see me again," Morgan said.

"And you think this is a good idea?" Casey said.

"She wouldn't see me," Morgan said. Casey started to say something, but stopped. He looked at Sarah.

"Maybe it would get his mind off of things," she said, glancing at Chuck.

"Maybe you should go then," he said. Sarah started at him. He grunted.

"Come on, Grimes, I'll get the camera," he said leading Morgan away. Morgan followed, happily.

Sarah walked over to Chuck and took his hand. She started to nod off. She had been up for almost 48 hours now over the whole incident, and it was wearing on her. She got in the bed beside him and snuggled up against him. She knew she was falling asleep when she felt Chuck's finger slide over her wedding and engagement ring. They weren't real, and that brought back the tears.

"Why ya crying, Angel?" his voice asked softly.

"Because the rings aren't real," she replied, smiling at the good dream.

"Feel real to me," he replied. She grinned. Her nerd.

"They are real, but you didn't ask me to marry you or put this wedding ring on my finger," she replied.

"Is that what you want?" the tired voice asked her. She snuggled closer and felt his hot breath on her ear. "Do you really want to be Mrs. Bartowski? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Do you want to grow old with me, Sarah? Sarah, do you want to marry me?"

"Chuck, you know I do," she said smiling as she felt herself slipping to sleep…wait…if she was only slipping to sleep now…her eyes shot open, and looking back at her were two huge brown eyes, that were dancing. She took a deep breath and said the words that were in her heart. "No takebacks!"

"No takebacks?" Chuck asked. "What are you, twelve?" She gave him a sultry look and he swallowed. "I withdraw the question. You are obviously not twelve."


Ellie and Sarah watched him sleep. Sarah was very quiet, thinking. She kept staring at the rings.

"Wanna share?" Ellie asked, looking at Sarah.

"Just thinking how it would be easier cover-wise if we were married," Sarah said softly. "Just thinking how if God forbid something happened and I had to take him to an actual hospital it could be a little difficult with all the regulations in health care." Ellie watched her. She heard the words, but they were a cover. Sarah Walker was scared to death, and all Ellie could do was smile.

"You know what would really sell the cover?" Ellie asked. Sarah looked at her. "Kids." Sarah got the faintest smile on her face.

"That would be a serious cover," Sarah admitted. "How many do you think would be necessary?"

"Oh, at least two, but no more than four," Ellie said. Sarah nodded. "That's a big commitment."

"Huge," Sarah said, nodding, tears in her eyes.

"Think he has any clue of all the sacrifices you make for him?" she asked.

"I don't think it's that big of a sacrifice on my part," Sarah said, the grin growing.

"You could order him you know, it's your mission," Ellie said. Sarah studied Ellie for a second, took a deep breath, and told what was in her heart.

"Ellie, I could never order him to do that," Sarah said. "In fact, I don't think I'm that kind of agent anymore."

"What kind of agent is that?" Ellie asked.

"The kind of agent that will do anything for a mission," she said tears in her eyes. Ellie placed her hands on the outside of Sarah's shoulders, looking her in the eye.

"Then be that kind of woman, that would do anything for the man she loves," Ellie said.

"It has to be real," she said softly. "It's not fair to him if it's not."

"Or to you," Ellie said softly.

"I love him," Sarah said, tears streaming down her face.

"He's a lucky guy to have you protecting him," Ellie said, hugging the woman she thought of as her sister.

"What he doesn't realize is he's saved me more than I saved him," Sarah said, hanging onto Ellie for dear life.

"Do you two always do this?" Ellie asked. Sarah pulled back and gave her a look. "You know talk in these weird ways without ever saying to each other what you really mean?" Sarah looked a bit sheepish. "No wonder your communication sucks."

"I'm working on it," Sarah said. "He's working on it, but this back and forth, well, it's fun." The countdown came on, and Sarah turned to leave.

"The official report is he should make a full recovery," Ellie said.

"Unofficially?" Sarah asked, concerned. Ellie smiled.

"I'm making an upload of the data retrieved that he can upload and not hurt him," she said. Sarah hugged her again.

"You're the second best Bartowski I know," Sarah said. Ellie playfully shoved her.

"Go, we'll find some magazines later to get ready for your cover wedding," Ellie said, beaming. Sarah walked into the conference room, and Beckman came on the screen.

"How is he, Sarah?" Beckman asked, genuinely concerned.

"He's going to be fine, Diane, thanks for asking," she said. Beckman smiled, and nodded. Sarah looked down at the rings on her finger, took a deep breath, looked up at Beckman and started to speak, when she saw the smirk on Beckman's face.

"I don't think those rings, suit you, Sarah," Beckman said. Sarah looked momentarily hurt, but schooled her features. "You two should probably find some that are more your style." Sarah replayed that in her head and could only come up with one conclusion.

"Ellie and I were talking just a minute ago how that would strengthen the cover, you know, for medical purposes, paperwork, that kind of thing," Sarah said.

"Of course," Beckman answered with a straight face.

"Ellie also suggested kids," Sarah said, swallowing.

"Adopted or both of yours?" Beckman asked, the grin growing.

"I mean either would work, but if they were ours, it would really solidify it," Sarah replied, her leg trying to bounce but her steeling it.

"That is an excellent point and a true level of commitment," Beckman said.

"He's my last mission," Sarah said softly.

"It's about time you figured it out," Beckman said, leaning forward. "Agent Walker, you are in charge, whatever you two think goes."

"Thank you, Diane," Sarah said.

"Sarah, this has been my pleasure," Beckman said, signing off. Sarah smiled and hummed softly. This was going to be fun.

A/N: I know some of you just love this story and I apologize for not updating it as frequently as others, but figuring out how to rewrite these takes some doing some days…Again, any suggestions, I'll gladly listen to…Til next time!