AN: I was cleaning today and the cd had a block of REO Speedwagon. The songs reminded me of Chuck/Sarah so I decided to put together a little story. There will be 4 very short chapters. Each has to do with a different song. This is probably the quickest I've written and posted something so feel free to hit me over the head about mistakes.

WARNING: This will not have a happy ending, but I will have an alternative for those who want it.

Relationship Speenwagon: Can't Fight This Feeling

Sarah's been my handler for over a year now. She's probably the most gorgeous woman I've ever met. Even though I know hardly anything real about her, I believe with every fiber of my being that she is a good person. Her smiles are kind. The concern in her eyes is genuine. She wants to let me in. I know it.

After the turmoil surrounding Bryce's return , even with our handshake of friendship, Sarah was unwaveringly professional in our interactions. I still stole glances at her, however, I wasn't getting the reciprocation of infatuation that I sensed in the past. It looked like a platonic relationship was really all we would ever have.

Everything changed the night of my attempted extraction. She was going to shoot Longshore. I could tell from her stance. That knowledge gave me the courage I needed to take her hands and open myself. She didn't say anything. She didn't really have to use words. I saw something in her eyes that touched me more than any combination of sounds ever could. The woman even got into a dumpster with me. I was hooked. She still tried to maintain a professional distance between us, but I could no longer fight my feelings. All I needed was the perfect opportunity.

Tonight is that chance. Team Bartowski is on a stakeout. Casey is inside the building acting like a maintenance man so that we can secure video footage. Unfortunately, his act was so convincing that one of the manager's put him to work on some other projects. He will be occupied for quite some time.

I take my headphones off and lean back in the SUV's passenger seat. Sarah is in the driver's seat looking at the video surveillance with her handheld monitor. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. She unconsciously bites her lip and I smile. Everything about her blows me away. I take a deep breath before acting.

"Sarah," I say quietly.

"Yeah," she responds, still staring at the monitor.

"Can we talk," I ask.

"Uh huh," she mumbles. I know she's not really listening to me. Anger flares in my chest. This may be the most important conversation of our lives and she doesn't even care. Touching her shoulder, I silently defend her, telling myself that she can't possibly know the ramifications.

"It's important," I urge.

She finally looks me in the eye. There is nothing useful that I can discern from her gaze. "I'm sorry Chuck. What is it?"

I'm suddenly too scared to speak. She just stares at me, waiting. It must have been too long because she looks back to her monitor. I curse myself. Still wanting her to know, the words tumble off of my lips.

"I love you."

Sarah looks at me in shock.