Chapter 2

A/N Monday morning 1am = weird mood = weird story. I don't own Chuck.

On a hotel roof in Las Vegas

"I cannot believe you did this again!"

"How was I supposed to know putting pressure triggers in bombs has become fashion?"

"Rule of thumb, Chuck, stop picking them up. Which wire?"

"The Intersect says the red one."

"Do you see a red one?"

"It's not my fault the bomber is color blind."

"Where were you planning on throwing it anyway?"

"Away from you."

"Damn it, Chuck," Sarah wiped a tear away with the back of her hand. "It's our job to protect the people of this country, not..."

"You're people too. And you happen to be on the top of my list. Can't help it, I love you."

Sarah sniffed. "I love you too. Try flashing again."

"Maybe you should just run."

"I'm not leaving you. Hand it to me."


"Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

Chuck smirked. "De ja vu."


"The docks? One minute I thought we were going to die, the next I was in heaven."


"Just sayin'."

"Well, I guess if we die, we die together."

"That sounds a bit like a wedding vow."

"I never said anything about marriage."

"It was a joke, sorry, bad timing..."

"No, Chuck. The other night in Castle, we were talking about kids and taking it slow. I never said anything about marriage."

"Sarah, what are you saying?"

Sarah let out a small sigh. "I'm saying that if Morgan didn't interrupt...I wanted to say yes. But you didn't really ask so..."

"Marry me."

"Chuck, you don't have to..."

"I mean it, sweetheart. Will you marry me? I know I should rather be holding a ring right now..."

Sarah cupped his face and they shared a short intense kiss. "Yes," she whispered.


"As soon as we disarm this. Can you flash?"

"Cut the third one."

"Are you sure?"

"Would I lie to my fiancé?"

"It worked!"

"C'mon, there's a chapel downstairs."


"You said as soon as we disarmed the bomb."

"But what about Ellie? And Devon and Morgan?"

"We'll explain when we get back to Burbank. It will be our first mission as husband and wife."

Sarah smiled. "I like the sound of that."

They banged on the door for a third time. A middle aged man opened, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "We're closed. Come back tomorrow."

Chuck stopped him from closing the door. "We want to get married now. Please?"

"Look, kids, people tend to rush into these things here. See it all the time. Why don't you two sleep on it and come back in the morning?"

Chuck and Sarah turned to each other. She gave him a devious smile and he nodded. Simultaneously they reached into the pockets of their cargo pants. They whipped out their CIA badges and replied in union, "It's a national emergency."

A/N And that's how I think they should get married – good night everyone.