a/n: Thanks for the reviews and follows. Chapter 4, Thirty Minutes of Absolute Silence.

Don't own Chuck.

The silence was absolutely deafening. She was glaring at him, at least she was trying to, but he was smirking, and God, she hated a smirker, but when he smirked, she had trouble glaring. It had all started when she had asked him why he was so quiet each night when they went to bed. He told her the story of Costa Gravas and her need of 30 minutes of complete silence before bed. She stared at him. Something tingled at the back of her mind that there was more to the story, but why would she say that? She had only been with him a few months, plus whatever random things she remembered, but she knew she loved to hear him talk about whatever it was he was excited about. His love and enthusiasm made parts of her ache to have that kind of passion for anything…well, she had it for him. Damn Quinn. It always came back to him.

He told her that when she came back, it was one of the things he had to do. He had to give her room to find out what it was that made her happy. Stupid nerd, didn't he realize he made her happy? She glared at him again, and he was still smirking, stupid nerd. She hated how badly what Quinn did to her must have hurt him. She knew how much she hurt not knowing what happened between them, so how much must it hurt to know and be the only one who did? Add to that him always wondering if she was going to leave him for all of the reasons he created in his brain, no wonder he had been walking on eggshells. She sighed. He put his finger to his mouth. She thought about doing something to that finger, but she had competing thoughts.

She looked over at the clock. Oh, good grief! They had only been absolutely quiet for 4 minutes. She glanced at him, and the smirk, was it growing? He was enjoying this, the stupid sexy nerd. God she wanted to knock that smirk off his face, and that brought her own smirk. She reached under the covers, and ran her hand over his thigh, making him jump.

"SARAH! I cannot be completely silent with you doing that," Chuck said, appearing affronted, but she knew he wasn't. This was a game, well, two could pay at this game, stupid sexy cute nerd. "We have these rules for a reason."

"Chuck," she whined, and he put his finger to his lips grinning broadly. She huffed, crossed her arms, and flopped back against the pillows. He tapped her shoulder, she quickly turned to him, grinning, and he put his finger to his lips. She glared at him, and he smiled, the one that made his nose wrinkle. She couldn't stop herself from grinning. That's when she felt it, the hand touching her leg, gently. It slowly dragged across her thigh, making her squirm, but she refused to make a noise. Her eyebrows raised in a challenge, and she gave her own challenging smirk. Take that, you adorable sexy nerd! Chuck shuck his head, as if to say, "you don't want to do this." She gave a shoulder bounce that seemed to answer, "give it your best shot."

He gave her a look, that a blind person could read, and Sarah realized she really needed to thank Carina. She had found her nerd again. He was here. This wasn't the Chuck from the past few weeks, this was her Chuck, her nerd. And, her nerd was about to get jumped if he didn't do something soon. He moved down the bed slowly, her eyes following his every move. He quietly removed the covers, and gently took one of her feet in his hand. She arched an eyebrow and he began to massage her foot. Oh, the sexy, adorable, charming nerd could give foot massages. She closed her eyes and clamped her lips shut. Did she know he could do this? Damn Quinn. She'd like to dig up his grave and shoot him again. He found a really sore spot and went to work, and she thought she would groan. Sexy freaking nerd. Chuck grinned devilishly, oh, he knew, and they had done this before. He was so gonna pay. Later. Her nerd was gonna pay in spades.

He switched feet, and went for the kill. He worked on a knot she didn't know she had, and had to clamp her hands over her mouth to keep from moaning in pleasure. Forget nerd, he was the Nerd God. Where had he learned to do this? She always wondered about him and his fingers and what they did on keyboards. Wait. Where did that thought come from? Holy hell, he was unlocking memories and massaging her feet, could this day get any better?

"No, Ellie," she said into the phone. "It was just a really long day. We should look at that tomorrow. My feet hurt too much to even thinking about going shopping tonight." She looked up as Chuck came around the corner of the couch with a smirk on her face. He sat down, away from her, making her pout. Oh for crying out loud! She was a CIA agent! CIA agents didn't pout! He tapped his hand on his leg and she put her boot clad foot on it, shaking her head. He slowly undid the zipper, with a grin on his face that made Sarah tingle. He slowly removed the boot and gently began to work on the pad of her feet with his hands. A popping sound came from her foot and she groan at the surprise. "What! No, Ellie! We are not. Chuck was working on one of my feet and something popped! Ellie, do you really think he could do that with you on the phone?" She laughed at her soon to be sister-in-law's response. Okay, sister, because that's what she was. "Love you, I'll talk to you later." She hung up the phone and looked over at her fiancé. "I double dog dare you to try it on the other foot."

"And if I do?" he asked with a grin on his face that made her feel warm all over.

"Let's put it this way, you wouldn't do it with Ellie on the phone."

Oh. He had really unlocked a memory. She started to tell him, when his fingers began to move. Oh. He was heading up her ankle. She looked down at him and the look on his face made her tingle all over. She wanted to devour him right then and there. He stopped what he was doing, and made a motion for her to turn over. She set her jaw, leaned forward, and untied the robe she had on, leaving her in just a pair of boy shorts and tee shirt. She saw him gulp. She gave her own smirk and raised her eyebrow with a challenge. He took his fingers, steepled them, cracked them, and looked so confident she almost couldn't stand it. Something in the pit of her stomach burned. Her mouth dropped and she didn't even try to hide the wanton lust in her eyes.

Her nerd stared at her, and she was starting to understand. He always was trying to solve puzzles, and Sarah Walker was a puzzle, probably his most challenging. She had to give him credit, she had buried herself so deep, but he had found her, and brought her into the light. When she came back after what Quinn had done to her, she was a strange mixture of Sarah Walker and Sarah Bartowski. He had pulled back, because he didn't understand her, he was observing her, trying to figure out this puzzle. That explained why he hid the nerdom. He wasn't sure what she wanted. He was scared to give himself to her, because if she rejected him, then he would have been destroyed. She wanted to say something to him, but he made the motion for her to flip over again, and his eyes told her she really wanted to. She did, and when she landed, she couldn't help but wiggle her backside at him, while looking over her shoulder. He winked at her, and faked a smack to her butt, making her having to stifle a laugh.

His hand gently rubbed the muscle in her calf and she fell into the pillow face first. She wanted to groan it felt so good. There was a fire burning in her she didn't know what to do with. That wasn't true, she did, but she couldn't and be quiet. He switched to the other calf, and she had to grip the pillow not to scream into it. He then put one hand on each calves and slowly, tortuously, and deliciously massaged the muscle all the way up to the back of her knees.

"Why do bad guys always have to run when I'm in these types of shoes," Sarah asked as she fell onto the couch face first.

"I don't know, it's like their super power or something," Chuck replied. "Is this where it hurts?" he asked, rubbing her calf. She moaned. "Is that good or bad?"

"S'good," she mumbled. She didn't know what she had done to deserve this amazing nerd, but she was going to enjoy it. "Other," she managed to get out. He switched legs and she moaned again. He worked for a few moments quietly, and then he stopped. She started to say something when he spoke.

"I wonder what this does?" he asked. She could hear the grin in his voice. He massaged them both and she nearly squealed. Good lord, she did not squeal. The Ice Queen did not squeal. But apparently, Sarah Walker, girlfriend of one Chuck Bartowski did. He finished, and she rolled over. He grinned at her, and she crooked a finger and signaled him to come to her. He stretched out on the couch over her. She reached up, grabbed him by the shirt with one hand, and behind the neck with the other, pulling him in. Their lips crashed together and Sarah knew she was home and what love really was.

Her mind spun, it was flashes. She was flashing back her memories. She shook her head, trying to clear it, when she realized he was still working, and he was about to go higher up her legs. Chuck spread her legs gently, and began to work on the left hamstring. Her eyes rolled back into her head, his fingers finding muscles she didn't know that were tense. He worked on the right for a few minutes and then on the left one. He went back to the right and began to work to the inside. Holy moley! Things were jumping in her. He stopped and moved the other leg, the same spot, and Sarah thought she was going to moan. He then took each hand and put them on each leg, right above the knee and gently went up her leg, his hand spread, his thumbs reaching the inside of her legs. He stopped just before he reached her buttcheeks. She felt this flash begin.

"You're home!" Chuck said, as a very tired Sarah Walker walked through the door. Beckman had them bouncing from one mission after another, and after Ellie asked Chuck to stop spying he had complied with her wishes. Sarah understood, she just missed Chuck. She missed him so much it hurt, or was that her hamstring. Always with the running and the shooting. "Hey, are you okay?" She gave him a smile.

"I'm good now that I'm home," she said earnestly. Chuck pulled her in, but she stumbled a bit with the hamstring. "Okay, maybe not all good." Chuck reached down and scooped her up. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Bedroom," he replied.

"Chuck you will knock me out hitting my head on the doorframe," she said, a smile on her face. Not now, but one day, she could see leaving the spy life. She could see herself being here, with him, but not yet, because she hadn't even unpacked yet. This life excited her, but it scared her. She wanted it so bad, but she didn't know how to be or what to be, and that's why as much as she hated being away from Chuck there was a small part of her that was glad each time she went out so she wouldn't have to deal with the domestic part of it. But those days were numbered, and she knew it. Not because of Chuck asking her to, but because she wanted to. As much as that life scared her, terrified her, she found herself wanting it, a little more each day, but not yet, not today, and not right now, because her leg was killing her. She found herself placed gently down on the bed, face down. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyebrow raised.

"Hey, I was just going to work on that leg, that's it," he said, his hands up. She smirked.

"What if I don't want it to be all you do?" she asked saucily.

"Well, if you insist, ma'am," he drawled. She laughed. God she had missed him, and how did he get her out of her shoes and pants so fast that she didn't even notice. The nerd knew what to do, that was one thing for sure. He began to work on that hamstring and the noises that came out of her were making her boyfriend blush. She knew it without even looking at him, and she didn't even care a little. "Sarah, you okay?" She turned a little and looked over her shoulder.

"Chuck, I'm fantastic," she replied, with a smirk. "Think you can make the rest of me feel that good?" He blushed so hard she thought his hair would turn red.

"I can try," he said, a little nervously. She laughed.

"Chuck, do or do not do, there is no try," she said, and stuck her tongue out at him. He leapt at her, and they tangled together. One day, she'd leave the life, and when that day came, she wouldn't regret it.

"Chuuuuck," she moaned, and she honestly wasn't sure whether it was the memories or the massage. DAMN IT! These flashes were coming quicker and quicker. She wanted to tell him, but he'd get excited. She was trying to let this play out, but there were other things she needed, basically him. She felt a loss, and realized his hands were off of her. She looked over her shoulder, really trying to glare at him, but she was pretty sure all he saw was absolute lust on her face. His fists were on his hips, his smirk in full affect. He put one finger on his lips, and she hung her head, trying not to laugh.

"Do we need to start the thirty minutes over?" he asked, a devilish twinkle in his eye. She grinned at him, and bounced a shoulder. Whatever he could give, she could take. She shook her head at that thought. He made the motion to turn back around, she did, but decided two could play at this game. She grabbed her tee shirt, pulled it off, turned back around, and tossed it at him, hitting him right in the face. The look on his face was priceless. She raised a challenging eyebrow again, and he slowly nodded. Sarah knew she was going to pay for this, but she was looking forward to it. She felt him scoot forward until he was sitting on her butt, his hands gently touching her lower back. He gently pressed down and pushed up, pushing the moan that threatened to come out of her from her belly all the way to her hair. He took his time working first the right shoulder, and then the left. He began to work on her neck and she wondered if Chuck had always pampered her like this. Of course he did. She knew that, deep within her. She wasn't sure how she could love him anymore than she did. The flash began slowly, almost like a dream.

She heard the soothing "thub thub, thub thub," of the train under her. His hands were working on her back, trying to help her loosen her muscles after all she had been through the past 48 hours. Paris, Shaw, and that stupid chemical that had paralyzed her, and then trying to kill her. Then there was the hotel room. God, Beckman was going to have their asses for what they had pulled but she didn't care. Three years. Three miserable years of loving someone and not able to be with them, and now that she was, it was more than she ever dreamed.

"You know the nerd got the girl, right?" she said, grinning.

"I am aware, I'm the one who's been with you, in every sense of the word over the past 48 hours," Chuck replied.

"I'd smack you, but that would require me to move, and I'm just too comfy," she said. "You don't have to do this."

"First, I enjoy it, second, you need it, and third, I need to make sure you realize you got a good thing here," Chuck replied.

"First, I do, second, I do, third, I do," Sarah replied. "Not to change the subject, but do we need to leave this room?"

"The porter wishes we would," Chuck said. Sarah laughed. He bent forward and kissed her on the back of her neck. She turned her head and caught his mouth in hers. As his tongue swept across hers, he groaned. She couldn't help but smirk. Yeah, the girl got the nerd.

His thumbs met at the base of her spine and they slowly worked their way straight up her back. Her head felt like pieces were clicking into place. Memories were coming to her like water spilling out of an overturned glass. His hands went up her sides, and they barely caught the side of her breasts. She remembered being with him on their honeymoon. He brought his hands down her arms, and she remembered the supply closet in Castle, and was quite impressed with their flexibility. He leaned forward and kissed her right behind the ear, and the flash exploded.

They lay in a tangled mess, both of them holding onto the other for dear life. Shaw was dead, and they were together. No more spy asset crap, no more spies have to hide their feeling, and no more hurting each other, they were together. They were spooning, his arms wrapped around her, her arms wrapped around his arms, staring out the window at Paris.

"You know how sometimes things have this big buildup, and when it happens it's just a let down?" Chuck asked softly. Sarah grinned.

"Yeah," Sarah replied, stroking her hand up and down his arm.

"Well, what's the opposite of that, because that just happened," Chuck replied. Sarah laughed. He kissed her right behind the ear.

"Chuck, you can't do that," she began.

"Sorry," Chuck replied.

"You can't do that and not expect me to attack you," she replied, smirking. She rolled over and looked into those big brown eyes, his smile making his nose squinch up, and the love he had for her was evident on his face. "Chuck, we aren't going back to the way things were."

"There is no way," Chuck agreed. "None." Sarah smiled at him. "This is gonna happen, right?" Sarah nodded.

"I don't know how to do a lot of this, but if you'll be patient with me, I want to try," Sarah replied.

"I think you did okay," Chuck replied. She smacked him in the chest, but the grin on her face gave her away. "I'm really having a hard time believing all of this." She smirked at him.

"Anything I can do to make you believe it?" she asked. Chuck nodded.

"Shut up and kiss me," he said, and she did.

"CHUCK!" she yelled. Chuck jerked back.

"What!? What did I do?" he asked. She turned over quickly, and noticed Chuck was having trouble focusing. She looked down, realized she was topless and shook her head.

"I swear, you'd think by now every time you see me topless your brain wouldn't reboot," Sarah said, grinning.

"Well, you don't realize how beautiful youwait a minute, you said every time," Chuck said, not daring to hope. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"You know, Paris, the train, the Buy More, the Buy More, the supply closet-"

"Sarah!" Chuck's mouth had dropped open. She was trying to hold it in, but the smirk on her face told the story. "You remembered." She nodded.

"Mmhmm," she said, as she put her finger gently on his chest. "You, Chuck Bartowski, through that magnificent massage, helped my brain, I don't know, relax enough, and I started having multiple flashes." Chuck coughed and snorted.

"Oh! I've never had multiple flashes and each time I flash I have to rest after," he said. Sarah burst into laughter and bounced a shoulder.

"What can I say, I just had one after another until I remembered everything," she replied. Chuck laughed so hard he rolled off the bed. She rolled over and looked down at him. "Chuck, I'm sorry."

"For what," he said through laughter. "I'm the one with the juvenile mind."

"For all you've been through," she said. "But, this time, the nerd got the girl, again." Chuck smiled at her. "Now, come up here, I've got some proper thanking to do for that massage."

"You just want to 'flash' multiple times," Chuck retorted. Sarah burst into laughter. She was home, with her nerd, and they were together. What else mattered?

a/n: Thanks for reading.