Hi everyone! Well, we've finally reached the end of this tale that was originally only supposed to be one scene and turned into six entire chapters. Thanks so much for sticking with me until the end!

To the person who asked how much Chuck & Sarah paid for the Buy More – I don't know enough about business or franchises or government real estate sales to even begin to accurately guess at that, so until the show gives us an amount, I'm not touching that one.

Special thanks to my friend Michelle for the idea on what souvenir to get Casey :)

As always, Chuck isn't mine, and please review!

The honeymoon was winding down as Chuck and Sarah neared the end of their second week in Australia. On a rainy afternoon, Chuck sat on the couch playing another ordered video game while his lovely bride sat at the large dining table one room over. Sarah was sitting at one end of the table, her right leg curled underneath her. Her left foot rested on the chair, leg bent up in front of her. Blame it on the gloomy weather, but neither one of them had woken up on the right side of the metaphorical bed that morning.

They had spent most of the day separated and silent, exchanging good mornings and room service orders and mumbled words when necessary. She was spending her day on Chuck's laptop, researching things they would need to purchase for Carmichael Industries. Besides being in a generally irritable mood, she was slightly annoyed over the fact that she was spending a day of her vacation working on their business while he was playing instead of participating.

"Chuck!" Sarah called. "Can you come look at this, please?"

"Not right now," Chuck replied.

"Why not?" Sarah asked shortly.

"Because I'm in the middle of a level right now!" he called.

"So pause it!" she suggested.

"Yeah, give me, like, seven minutes!" Chuck said.

Sarah sighed and muttered, "Because you haven't been playing that for three hours already…"

"What?" Chuck called.

"I need your opinion on this as soon as possible," Sarah said. "It's for our business!"

"In a minute!" Chuck repeated.

Sarah sighed and began tapping her pen against the pad of paper she had been writing on. Chuck rolled his eyes, muttered something about how he apparently still had to jump when his handler said to jump, and paused his game. He walked over to her with a fake smile.

"What?" he said curtly.

She shot him an evil look before saying, "I've been researching Gulfstream jets, and I need your opinion before I contact them for a sale," she said. "I'm assuming you'd like to be involved in the decision-making process, but if your game is more important, I can handle it."

Chuck glanced at the laptop screen with wide eyes, the video game now forgotten. Sarah had pulled up two different Internet screens and manipulated the windows so they were both visible and side-by-side. Each window was filled with a different Gulfstream jet.

"Planes?" Chuck gasped.

"Yes," Sarah said.

He looked at her in awe and excitement. "We get to buy a plane?" he exclaimed. "That's every guy's millionaire fantasy!"

She chuckled at his boyish excitement and said, "How else do you propose we get around for missions?"

He took the seat adjacent to hers and positioned the computer so they both could see. "Well, I guess I didn't really think about it," he said. "This is so cool."

Sarah smiled, their unexplainable irritable moods suddenly gone. She said, "Okay, so which do you like? The one on the right has a larger capacity, but I'm not sure we need that."

"So you're leaning towards this smaller one here?" He skimmed the corresponding web page. She nodded, cutely resting her head on her knee. "Well, how much is it?"

"Twelve," Sarah said.

"Million?" he squeaked.

"Give or take a couple hundred thousand," she said.

"Twelve million?" he repeated. "Dollars?"

"Well, it's a jet, Chuck. What did you expect?" Sarah asked. "And what happened to 'every guy's millionaire fantasy?'"

"I wasn't expecting…that," he said as if he were having trouble speaking. Sarah passed him her bottle of water, and he took a calming drink. "Can we afford that?"

She giggled slightly and said, "Chuck…877 million minus the honeymoon, minus the Buy More, and minus the plane still leaves us with more than we'll ever need."

"It just sounds like a lot," he said.

"It is a lot," she said. "Making these kinds of purchases is blowing my mind a little, too, but we can do it."

"Purchases…plural?" he asked. "What else are you looking at?"

"Lots of things," she said. "We're getting the bones of Castle. Everything inside of it was CIA or NSA property."

"Right," Chuck said. "I knew that."

"Then why are you freaking out?"

"Because I've never had money like this before, and, in my spontaneous, excited, let's-buy-the-Buy-More ramblings, I don't think I really had a grasp on what re-outfitting Castle really means," he said quickly.

"It's going to take a chunk…a large chunk, but with Volkoff's resources, we can do it," Sarah said. "Though, while we're talking money, there's one more thing I think we need to put some away for."

"What's that?" Chuck asked.

"College funds," she said.

"You want to go back to school?" Chuck asked. His face fell. "Oh no, does one of us have to get an MBA for the Buy More cover or something?"

"No, Chuck," she said with a slight chuckle. "For our children."

"For our…god, you're going to be such an incredible mother," Chuck sighed, his love for her written all over his face. Taken aback by his response, her face broke into a smile. "A couple million should cover college costs in 20 to 25 years, right?"

"God, I hope so!" Sarah said with alarm. "Wait…was that a joke?"

"Sadly, I'm not sure. I was on scholarship, and it was still pretty steep. You went to a fancy school, too. What was yours?"

"I don't know. The government paid for it. The CIA basically paid me to go to college."

"Wow," Chuck said. "But…yes…college funds. Absolutely."

"Good," Sarah said with a grin. "Now, I've got some tactical equipment that I'm ready to buy…"

They ventured back out into the city once the weather cleared up the next afternoon, on a mission of utmost importance. In just a short amount of time, they'd be on a plane back to California, and they had yet to buy souvenirs for anyone, including themselves.

Some of their family and friends proved easier to buy for than others. Chuck and Sarah walked through the little shops hand-in-hand, easily picking out things for their family. Ellie would be getting a nice bag with 'Australia' written in pretty cursive letters on it and a Sydney Opera House photo frame. Devon would be getting Australia workout gear and an Australia beach towel, while Clara would be receiving a cute Australia dress and a stuffed Koala bear in a little Australia t-shirt. Morgan and Casey, however, had them stumped.

"You know…we're getting them jobs, a Castle, a plane, and guns. What more do they need?" Chuck finally asked.

"What about this?" Sarah asked, picking up a large red boomerang. "I think Morgan might enjoy this."

"Yeah, he'd love it, but that's not a good idea," Chuck said.

"Why not?" Sarah asked.

"Because, baby, it's Morgan. He'd probably throw it and watch in awe as it came back and hit him in the head," Chuck said. "He's always doing stupid things to his head."

"He is?" Sarah asked.

"Well, there was the Wii Tennis incident of '07. He was playing with one of those accessory rackets…whacked himself right in the face…concussion."

"Oh my god," Sarah said.

"Yeah, but I put my hand through a light fixture two minutes before that, so we'd have ended up at the hospital anyway," he said casually.

Sarah took a moment to process that thought before teasing, "You nerds are so lucky to have found me and Alex."

"Oh, believe me, I know," he agreed, giving Sarah's lips a kiss. "And Alex would kill us if anything happened to Morgan's head on our watch."

"So I should put this back," Sarah said. Chuck grabbed the boomerang before she could place it back on the shelf. She shot him a quizzical look.

"Let's give it to him," Chuck said with a boyish grin. "Might be fun."

"Great," Sarah said. "So that just leaves Casey."

"Hmm…well, how about…" Chuck said, scanning the store. His eyes zeroed in on something, and he started laughing. Chuck ran over and picked the item up. "How about this?"

In Chuck's grasp rested a large kangaroo pen. The kangaroo wore boxing gloves and featured a button that would make the arms move in a punching motion. Sarah raised one eyebrow at the toy as Chuck continued to laugh.

"You can't be serious," Sarah said. "That is the definition of a trinket, and Casey is not a trinket guy."

"It's perfect for him! He could be doing his mission paperwork and just suddenly be like 'I'm going to knock you dead, moron!' Pow!" Chuck said, pressing the button to make the kangaroo punch his fists.

Sarah nodded slowly, holding back laughter as she thought about how her husband would likely be on the receiving end of that reality if he gave Casey that pen. She finally said, "You can get it for him if you want, but I am not going to be there when you give it to him."

"You don't want half the credit?" Chuck asked.

"I don't want half the blame!" Sarah said.

"Fine, oh wise one…what's your great idea?" Chuck asked.

Sarah pursed her lips in thought and said, "…Cigars?"

"Oh, that is a good idea," Chuck said. "I'm still getting him the pen."

The next day was their last real vacation day, as the following day would be spent almost entirely on a plane. Chuck and Sarah chose to spend the morning packing up their honeymoon suite, securing everything except the items they'd need for that night or the next day in their suitcases so they wouldn't have to worry about gathering everything up in the morning. Their last night was relaxing and romantic. They got all dolled up and shared a candlelit dinner at a swanky downtown Sydney restaurant before returning to their room to dance under the stars on their balcony. Sarah lit candles all around their bedroom, and they undressed each other slowly, exchanging tender kisses as more soft skin was uncovered. They took turns giving each other a massage before making love under the satiny covers.

Once their lovemaking was over, they lie cocooned together under the covers, the blankets pulled over their heads. There was just enough light seeping through the sheets to make out one another's faces. Chuck lay on top of Sarah, a sheen of sweat still covering both of their bodies, and Sarah curled her arms up and underneath Chuck's, hands resting on his shoulders to hold his body to her as they softly kissed. Sarah's legs slipped from their loose hold around his hips to entwine with his, and Chuck slowly released her lips.

"I love you so much, Sarah," Chuck whispered, gently stroking her cheek.

Sarah moved one hand up to caress his neck and whispered, "I love you, Chuck."

"So…tomorrow…" he started.

"Back to real life…think we can handle that?" she asked.

"No," he muttered. "I want to stay here with you, just like this, forever."

Sarah leaned up to adoringly kiss his mouth. "Tonight was wonderful…but being home and being married will be wonderful, too."

They shared a smile. Chuck mumbled, "Can't wait," against her lips and captured them in another kiss.

Chuck and Sarah took one last stroll on the beach the following morning before heading to the airport. Their flight left in the middle of the afternoon, and they tried to spend a decent portion of the 15-hour journey sleeping, hoping to beat the worst of jet lag. When they arrived in Los Angeles, they were tired but not the exhausted zombies they had been upon their arrival in Sydney. They hailed a cab once they gathered their luggage and told the driver to take them to Sarah's lawyer's office.

When the driver pulled up outside of the law offices, Sarah passed him a hundred and told him to keep the meter running. After a bit of chit-chat with the lawyer and an official introduction to the man for Chuck, they signed the final papers and were handed the keys to their new spy base. After another excited kiss and expressing their gratitude to the lawyer, they headed home.

Chuck insisted upon carrying his bride over the threshold again, and Sarah let him, just happy to be home with her husband. Chuck pulled the suitcases into the apartment as Sarah wandered into their home and picked up a note from their dining room table.

"What's that?" Chuck asked.

"Hope the honeymoon was everything you wanted and more," Sarah read. "Come over for dinner if you're hungry and too tired to cook. We'd love to see you, and I promise not to ask too many questions. Love, your big sister."

"Can we take her up on that, please?" Chuck asked.

"Absolutely," Sarah said.

They gathered their gifts for their family and headed across the courtyard. Ellie greeted them both with big hugs and immediately ushered them to the table to eat. Even Clara giggled in delight upon receiving kisses from her aunt and uncle.

"So how was the honeymoon?" Ellie asked as they began eating.

"Awesome, I hope," Devon said.

"It was wonderful," Sarah smiled.

"And eventful," Chuck added.

"We had a very busy two weeks," Sarah said.

Ellie groaned. "Oh, little sister, I do not need the details!"

Sarah let out an embarrassed giggle and said, "Oh, no! Not that."

Chuck eyed his wife and asked, "Should we tell them?"

"Full disclosure, remember?" she reminded him. She turned to her in-laws. "You can't tell anyone…not yet."

"Are you pregnant already?" Ellie asked with excitement.

"No!" Chuck immediately exclaimed. Suddenly nervous, he looked to Sarah for confirmation. She closed her eyes and shook her head as if that were the stupidest thing she'd ever heard. Chuck turned back to Ellie and repeated, "No!"

"Well, fine. What made your honeymoon so eventful?" Ellie asked.

"Your secret's safe with us," Devon promised.

"Really? Because you are a horrible liar," Chuck reminded him.

"If Ellie knows, I'm cool," he said.

"Well, um…to make a long story short, because of the Agent X intelligence that Chuck and I became privy to, as well as the fact that Chuck broke about a dozen protocol standards to save me, we no longer work for the CIA," Sarah said. "They fired us; Casey, too. An agent arrived with our severance packages after three days or so."

"That's terrible! What are you guys going to do?" Ellie asked.

"Well, the Buy More…" Chuck started. Ellie cut him off.

"No!" she cried. "Chuck!"

"Let me finish!" Chuck said. "It's for sale."

"I heard through the grapevine that a deal was closing on that this weekend," Devon said. "It's sold, from what I hear."

"Oh, it sold," Sarah nodded. "To us. We bought it."

"What?" Ellie exclaimed. "Sarah, no, not you, too!"

"No, Ellie, it's a good thing," Sarah promised. "We bought our old headquarters so we could start our own freelance spy agency."

"Carmichael Industries," Chuck said.

"Whoa, the CIA pays that well?" Devon asked. "How are you going to afford that?"

"Well, that's the other thing," Chuck said, sharing another mischievous grin with his wife. "We're kind of millionaires now."

"I'm sorry…what?" Ellie asked.

"Our old friend Hartley left everything he owned under Volkoff to us," Chuck said.

"Which amounted to about 877 million dollars," Sarah said.

Ellie's fork crashed into her plate with a loud clang as she dropped both it and her mouth in utter shock. Devon nearly choked on his vitamin water.

"Are you two being 100 percent serious?" Devon asked. The newlyweds nodded in confirmation. "Dude, that is…beyond awesome."

"Wow, beyond awesome…what a compliment!" Chuck said to Sarah.

"Ellie, are you alright?" Sarah asked.

"I just…I think…I think I'm actually in shock right now," Ellie said. "That's…oh, you guys, that's a lot of money!"

"Ellie, are you crying?" Chuck asked.

Ellie's eyes had visibly watered, but tears hadn't yet spilled from her eyes. "I'm just happy," she said. "Look at you! You have this gorgeous wife and your own business…that's the Chuck I always knew was in there! I think this calls for a celebration!"

Sarah grabbed Chuck's hand beneath the table. She squeezed it once and shot him a sly smile as Ellie scurried off to the kitchen to see if they had a bottle of champagne.

One warm shower, two pairs of comfy pajamas, and three ignored suitcases later, Chuck and Sarah finally climbed into their bed and curled up together just as they had done the night after they returned from their first "honeymoon." Sarah closed her eyes and buried her face in his neck, and Chuck held her tightly, softly caressing the strip of bare skin between her top and her shorts.

"Do you remember the first time we were going to spend the night together in here?" Chuck asked. Sarah let out a little moan of assurance.

"Your sister had been drugged with pentathol, we were fighting, and you called me a prostitute," Sarah replied.

He chuckled. "Not our finest hour."

"No," she agreed.

"Did you ever think we'd be here? In this room…married…for real?" Chuck asked. "I mean, did you ever think when you walked into the Buy More that I'd be your husband?"

"God, no," Sarah said. "Burbank was just another mission; you were just another mark." She laughed and continued, "I didn't even think you'd be a challenge! I believe my exact words were 'piece of cake.'"

"Ouch!" Chuck laughed. "You thought my mission would be boring?"

"Not boring, exactly. Just…easy," she said. "Boy, was I wrong! You, Chuck Bartowski, are, by far, the most difficult mission I've ever had."

"Gee, thanks," he laughed.

"But no…I had no idea walking into that store would change my life," she said sweetly. "What about you? Did you ever think I'd be your wife?"

"I think Morgan and I both started wishing for that the moment we saw you," he said. She laughed into his neck. "But no, are you kidding? You were the crazy beautiful, way-out-of-my-league girl who I was never going to call and never going to see again."

"How'd that work out for you?" she teased.

"Terribly," he joked.

Chuck placed his left hand on top of hers on his chest, and they both took a moment to silently stare at their rings.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," she whispered. She snuggled closer to him, kissed his neck softly, and mumbled, "Goodnight."

He kissed her forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, baby."

The next morning, Chuck was hurrying out of his apartment, late for meeting Sarah in Castle, when he ran into Morgan in the courtyard.

"Dude, you're back!" Morgan exclaimed.

"Hey!" Chuck grinned.

"How was the honeymoon?" Morgan asked. "Details! You and Sarah do a lot of Australian kissing?"

Chuck looked confused. "I don't think I know what that is, but listen, buddy, I can't really talk right now. I've got to go do this thing with Sarah."

"Oh, of course, dude. Go," Morgan said. Chuck started to leave. "Oh, hey, Chuck! The Buy More officially sold yesterday."

"Did it?" Chuck asked with an appropriate amount of sadness.

"Yeah…guess I really am out of a job come Monday," Morgan sighed.

"Hey, man, you never know, you know? You may really hit it off with the new owner. You could end up being best friends," Chuck said, wanting so badly to tell him.

"No way, dude. You'll always be my best friend," Morgan said. "Don't tell Alex I said that, though. I kind of told her she was my best friend when we were in bed the other night. It was just one of those stupid things that just…slips out…in the moment."

"Right," Chuck nodded. "Okay, got to run!"

"And I'm still your best friend, right, Chuck?" Morgan called. Chuck was already gone. Morgan repeated, "Chuck?"

Chuck ran into the main room of Castle, where Sarah was already standing. They had decided to let their secret out of the bag on Monday, and they wanted to get in there and discuss decorating options before buying anything further. Sarah gave him a kiss as he arrived, apologizing for being late.

"It's okay, Chuck. We've got plenty of time," she said. "So I was thinking…"

While Sarah rattled off her ideas for the headquarters, Chuck started at the vast, empty space before him. It looked huge without all of the equipment. Sarah was right; they had a skeleton. He had never seen it so bare before. Overwhelmed by the moment, he pulled Sarah into his side, wrapping his arms around her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Look around…" he said. "All of this is ours."

Sarah looked around for a moment and took a deep breath. "Wow," she said. "I know I've asked this before, and I know it's kind of too late, but…are we ready for this, Mr. Walker?"

He stood, his arm wrapped around his wife, in the middle of their empty Castle – a room that held so much of their history. Chuck had told her he loved her mere inches from where they were standing; she had promised him they were going to happen just a few feet away. Now, looking around the room that held their future, he said, "Mrs. Bartowski, I think we're ready for anything."

For those wondering - yes, that kangaroo pen IS a real thing, and you can find the Australia kiss definition on Urban Dictionary. I somehow stumbled upon that the other night, and, well...they were in Australia, so it was perfect, haha.

Thanks again for reading! Until next time, guys!