A/N: Wow, you guys…like this…more than I ever thought…okay. It's not going to be normal fluff (I see everyone of you thinking it's so cute I think that.) I hope you enjoy it…The Kiss, Ch 4, The Game.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, or the Intersect, but sometimes I flash on a good idea…(crickets)…
It was game night, a cover date that didn't exactly feel like a cover date. There were knowing smiles, grins, and Ellie…well, she nearly squealed multiple times. It was going well, if you didn't mind that Morgan seemed to have his own personal Intersect about Chuck. Sarah was glad he had someone in his life like Morgan. She just hoped someday…she looked at him. Yeah, someday, and maybe sooner than she realized. She inwardly rolled her eyes as she told the story how she was sunburnt when she was nine and it was the most dangerous situation she had ever been in. Bombs, knife fights, overthrowing government were all up there, but perhaps the most dangerous situation ever, was right here, and she thought Chuck Bartowski knew it, hence that grin, that grin that he knew more than he was letting on. She grinned back and gave him a playful smile letting him know that she knew that he knew. It was all going good, until…Chuck looked sick when he was asked who he hated. Sarah didn't think there was anyone Chuck hated. Oh, Harry Tang, that had to be it….and it wasn't. Morgan went on and on about Bryce, and all she could do was stare at Chuck, her mouth agape. How could Bryce do that to Chuck…never mind, she knew. Bryce would do whatever it took, and not care who he hurt, she knew that from experience. They walked outside holding hands, and Ellie shut the door. They both looked down at their hands linked together, looked up at each other, smiled, and slowly walked, their hands still linked.
"Chuck, about Bryce," she began.
"Sarah, you didn't know," Chuck replied.
"It was a little awkward, you have to admit," Sarah said. Chuck shrugged.
"As awkward as everything Morgan knows about me?" Chuck asked smiling. He moved towards her. "I hope you don't think me to forward, but I'm going to kiss you goodnight, and it's not a cover kiss."
"I don't, I'm glad, and I'm going to return the kiss, also not a cover," she said smiling. They kissed in the courtyard. After a bit they pulled apart. "By the way, we need to work on part of our cover," she said, with a grin.
"Which part?" Chuck asked.
"Well, when Morgan does better on the sex questions than I do…" she let it trail off, smirking at how red his ears were.
"Uh..erm…ah," he stuttered.
"Right now, we're taking it slow," she said, an evil grin on her face. "There's something I need to take care of tonight, but after that, we do need to talk."
"This talking," Chuck began. "It is actual words, correct?"
"Chuck," she said as innocently as she could. "There are so many forms of communication," she said, stepping on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek quite intimately. He sputtered, she patted his cheek, turned, and said, "Good-bye." He watched her leave. Casey came up beside him.
"You're in a world of trouble, Moron," Casey said. Chuck nearly jumped on top of the fountain
"Gah! Will you quit doing that?" Chuck yelled. "How am I in trouble? Is Stanfield mad?"
"Stanfield?" Casey said. "Oh, no, I've been watching you two, and reporting, and he's deliriously happy." Casey leaned in. "You realize if you tear down her spy wall and have to deal with all her lady feelings you're gonna be patching crap up for her emotionally forever, right?"
"What do you mean?" Chuck asked.
"Chuck, there's a reason they recruit the people they recruit, we're broken," Casey said, walking off.
"Casey, if you ever want to talk," Chuck began. The door slammed shut. "I'm here," he said to the empty courtyard.
The next morning
"Everything okay?" Chuck asked.
"Fine," Sarah said, grumpily.
"Okaaay, so is this the time to ask why is there a DEA agent in the store, that looks like she knows NOTHING about computers?" Chuck asked. Sarah grinned at him, and shook her head.
"Carina Miller is what she's going by today," Sarah said. "Her and I 'discussed' things last night."
"That happens in real life?" Chuck asked. Sarah gave him a look. "In comic books, the trope is superheroes meet, fight, and then team-up, and I know you're a superhero." Sarah looked a bit sheepish. "Really?!" he said, waaay too excited.
"We knocked over the fish bowl last night and bubbles got knocked out," Sarah said. "I'd like to prove to myself I can raise something."
"You know goldfish are one of the hardest animals to care for, right?" Chuck asked. "What is he doing?" Chuck asked spotting Morgan outside. "Oh, oh no."
"What?" Sarah asked.
"I'm thinking he wants a date with Carina, and that…that would just be a bad idea," Chuck replied. Sarah smiled.
"Where are you going?" Chuck asked. "Sarah…please don't."
The next morning
"You look awful tired," Sarah said. "Was our double date too much for you?" she asked grinning. Chuck just gave her a look. "What?"
"Your friend, Carina," Chuck said. Sarah's eyes got huge. "She called last night, said her government computer was down and needed me to fix it."
"Oh, no," Sarah said, her eyes wide.
"She asked me first if you and I were sleeping together," Chuck began, nervous.
"What did you tell her?" she asked. "I need to know so I can have our covers straight." Chuck just looked at her. She grinned and shrugged.
"I told her a gentleman never kisses and tell," Chuck said. Sarah grinned. "At least that's what I tried to say, she was kinda all over me in just her undergarments."
"Undergarments?" Sarah asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Lacy ones, you know, that's not the important thing here," he said. The look Sarah gave him said they would be talking about that later. "What is important is she told me all sorts of things about you and Bryce," Chuck said. "I acted shocked." Sarah gave him a look. "She's up to something, Sarah, she's trying to drive a wedge between us, why would she do that?" Sarah gave him a smile.
"Because she's Carina," Sarah said. "If there's anything you want to talk about…"
"Sarah, I'm your baggage handler," Chuck said, smiling. "And when you want to unpack it, I'm here." She squeezed his arm in thanks.
"Stay close to me, she has a habit of going all cowboy," Sarah said. "The mission is in a few hours and I think she'll try something." Chuck nodded, wondering what the red headed spy was up to.
"Do we have the budget for a jetski underwater?" Chuck asked General Stanfield.
"A what?" he asked. Sarah rolled her eyes.
"Carina used a jetski that was housed underwater for a getaway, General," Sarah replied. "Chuck and I staged a fight, one I didn't know was staged, might I add," she said giving him a look. He grimaced. "No, it was good, Chuck, very, very good. As soon as Carina was out of sight he gave me the diamond, and I handed it off to our security team."
"Agent Walker, are you saying our analyst did his job?" Stanfield asked, grinning.
"Perfectly, Sir," Sarah said. "His ability to analyze information in the field, on the go, saved us from a potential fight with the DEA."
"Major," Stanfield said.
"Sir, since Walker has become more inserted into Bartowski's life, the Intersect is operating with less screw-ups," Casey said.
"You just complimented me," Chuck accused.
"Did not," Casey said.
"Yes, you did," Chuck replied. Casey grunted.
"Agent Walker, do you have any ideas for increasing your protection detail with Mr. Bartowski?" Stanfield asked.
"General, I have all sorts of ideas," she said, a grin slipping over her face, knowing it shouldn't in this situation, but not having the power to stop it. "However his sister thinks we're taking things slow." Casey snorted, she heard Chuck swallow loudly, and Stanfield chuckled. "I think Chuck and I need to find something we can both agree on, and I understand the urgency."
"The sooner the better," Stanfield said. "But, I do understand."
"Sir, I not sure you do, my sister, Ellie, she could probably break either of these two if she thought something was up, and that's no shot at them as spies," Chuck said.
"Sir, Bartowski may be on to something," Casey said. "We are trained to withstand all types of torture, but when Ellie Bartowski wants something…" Casey shuddered. Stanfield nodded.
"This is why you have a civilian analyst," Stanfield reminded them. "To think of the things we don't understand from our point of view. Good job team," Stanfield said. "I would call you your team name, but I understand that upsets the Major." With that the screen clicked off.
"Bartowski, I'm impressed," Casey admitted grudgingly.
"Thank you, Casey," Chuck said. Casey grunted and left. Chuck turned to Sarah.
"I should have gave you a heads-up on the beach, but there was really no time, I'm so sorry Sarah," Chuck said.
"Chuck, you didn't have time, you made a spot analysis, and made the best decision you could," Sarah said. "That's all we could ask of you. Plus pulling that diamond out, on the run and pocketing it, well done." Chuck nodded.
"Come by later?" she asked. Chuck nodded. "See you then," she said, grinning.
Sometime later, Chuck showed up at Sarah's hotel room, a pizza in hand, vegetarian, no olives. He knocked on the door, and she opened it with a smile.
"Hey, Sarah," he said. "I brought dinner," showing her the pizza. She opened the door and invited him in.
"Chuck, we need to talk," she said as he sat in the chair in front of her bed. "I want to tell you so much, but I can't for the job, for your safety, and part of me worries that it won't be enough for you."
"Will you tell me the truth going forward?" he asked. She thought for a second, and nodded.
"I can do that," she said.
"Then, until you feel like you can, that's what we'll agree to," Chuck said getting up to get napkins.
"Sam," she said, swallowing. He turned toward her. "It's my name, Sam. I haven't been called that in…I don't know, but I had to give you something." He smiled, and walked toward her and took her hands.
"Do you still feel like a Sam?" he asked, grinning. She shook her head. "Thank you, Sarah."
"Chuck you barely know anything about me," Sarah said. Chuck grinned.
"No, I know you'll do anything to protect me, and you are an amazing person, everything else, I want to know…it's whenever you're comfortable," Chuck said. She pulled him in.
"It's not that I don't trust you," she said. Chuck shook his head.
"I get that, like I said, when you're comfortable," Chuck said. She grinned, and kissed him.
A/N: Hoped you liked it, reviews are always welcomed…til next time.