Summary: Chuck and Sarah have a new mission.

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Published: 21 Mar 2011


Chapter 1

You Agreed to What?

After Chuck vs. the Bank of Evil, 4.17

Charah Apartment


"What'd you say, Chuck?" Sarah nuzzled into Chuck's neck, letting out a soft purr of contentment.

Chuck repeated exactly what Sarah thought she had incorrectly heard.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes right now, Chuck. Wouldn't you rather be cuddling?" She lifted a leg up to Chuck's torso so she was half on top of him.

"I'm not joking, Sarah."

Sarah abruptly stopped her plans for round two, rolling off of her fiancé. "You agreed to what?"

"Sarah, it's not a big deal."

"Yes it is. There are so many reasons why that is a bad, bad idea. I don't know where to start." Sarah was steaming-not quite mad, but getting ready to shoot straight past mad to furious. She jumped out of bed and pulled on her robe so she could start pacing.

Chuck grinned as he sat up, despite a glare from Sarah. Her robe barely covered anything, but Chuck knew had to rein it in if he were to convince Sarah. "We're family. You had to know this would come up sometime."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"I'm sorry, Sarah. It's normal for families, especially when they live nearby."

"Are you trying to get me to move? We could relocate to D.C." Sarah completed another round-trip of the floor. "I thought we agreed that we aren't normal, Chuck!"

"I know. We are better than normal. That means this will be a piece of cake for us."

Sarah stopped her pacing, at looked at the floor. She mumbled, "I don't think I can do it."

"Sarah, you told me you worked on secret service detail protecting the President for a year. I am certain you can do this."

"It's not like I had to feed, burp, and change the President."

Chuck laughed. "I sure hope not."

"If terrorists were targeting your niece, I'm your spy. I just don't think I can do those other things. I'm not very maternal."

"Are you kidding me? The way you protected me for years was very-"

"Please don't say anything Oedipal."

"Fine. However, we're just talking about babysitting my beautiful niece for an hour or two. Ellie and Devon need a little time to themselves, so I offered to babysit while they went out for breakfast."

"You offered! Of course you offered. You're Chuck: too sweet from your own good."

Sarah flopped onto the bed. Chuck took her hand in his, slowly patting it for comfort.

After a quiet moment, Sarah spoke, "You realize I didn't babysit to make money like other girls did growing up?"

"I know that. Knocking off armored trucks pays better," Chuck teased.

Sarah couldn't hold back a small grin, which she twisted before asking a question, "How is either one of us supposed to know what to do?"

Chuck nodded, ready for this question. "Ellie said we can stop by any time between now and Saturday for a crash course in baby feeding, burping, and diaper changing."

"What if we have a mission on Saturday?"

"I've already reminded Ellie that your schedule is very unpredictable. She didn't have a problem with that and said we could reschedule if something came up."

"That's strange. She doesn't know you're a spy. Why would she reschedule when she would think you would still be around? She can't honestly think that I'd be better at taking care of Clara than you."

"I have told her many times that you can do anything." Chuck grinned. Sarah gave Chuck a look, so he continued more seriously, "No. I think she just thought our first time sitting for Clara would be easier if we could back each other up."

"First time? Is this going to be a regular thing?"

"I don't know. Probably not regularly scheduled, but it might happen from time to time. She's going to be your niece, too."

Sarah's eyes widened as if she hadn't thought of that before.

Chuck laughed. "Come on, Sarah. I thought you realized that by marrying me, you're getting a whole new family tree: an over-protective sister-in-law, an awesome brother-in-law, a spy mother-in-law, a bearded best friend, and an adorable niece."

"I guess I'm getting the better deal because you're just getting a con-man father-in-law."

"And a beautiful. Intelligent. Amazing. Wife." Chuck punctuated each word with a quick kiss.

"Don't forget that I'm getting the wonderfully charming husband." Sarah leaned into Chuck for a deeper kiss. He fell backwards, bringing her with him.

After a few moments of passionate kissing, Sarah abruptly pushed away and sat back up on the bed, taking a position at the corner of the bed. "I can't believe you did that!"

"What did I do?" Chuck protested.

"First you bring this whole thing up while cuddling after fantastic sex. Then you distract me with your lips!"

"Hey, that last one was all you."

"You were about to make that a lot more than kissing. You're using Roan's method!"

Sarah gave Chuck a hard stare. After a moment, he broke, "Fine! I figured the only time I'd have a chance at equal footing was after sex when we are both a pile of goo. We've already proven that your version of dress-up seduction is far more effective than mine."

"We did, huh? We aren't eloping are we? And who's getting me to go along with this baby-sitting thing?"

Chuck raised and lowered his eyebrows several times with a big grin on his face.

"Stop that right now, Chuck, or I'll have to pull a knife to defend myself from your eyebrow dance." Sarah sounded like she was only half teasing.

Chuck rebutted, "I know you don't have on anything under that robe, so I'm feeling pretty safe right now."

"First, I had a sheath sewn into this robe after that whole Agent Rye fiasco, and second, you should know by now I really don't need a knife." Sarah continued her stare.

Chuck gulped rather loudly.

Having made her point, Sarah looked down and contemplated the scenario. She knew that if she was going to be a part of Chuck's family, she'd have to do this eventually. It couldn't be that bad. Most twelve year old girls did babysit. And she'd have Chuck with her. Sarah finally smiled, scooted back over, and gave Chuck a quick peck on the lips.

"I guess we have a new mission. Saturday. 8 AM. Operation Clara," Sarah stated firmly.

Chuck grabbed Sarah around the waist and rolled her across the bed as she playfully yelped in protest. Time for round two.


A/N: Coming next: Mission Prep