"And so, Mr. Bartowski, you are to go undercover as a Prince from a far off kingdom and get close to the princess by any means necessary." Beckman finished the briefing with a wicked smirk.

Uh-Oh.

It all started with a joke. Everything starts with a joke. But right now, Casey doesn't consider the katana eyes Sarah was throwing in his direction a joke. Being her partner for 4 years, he knows that she is seriously plotting his "not-so-untimely-demise". And honestly, he couldn't be happier. There's nothing like an enraged spy to start the day off right… and he needed a little thrill in his life. So with few considerations for his safety, Casey jabbed at her:

"Few more minutes and the smoke alarm is coming off, Walker. You're almost there."

Sarah's neck looked like it was having a hard time restraining her head and her head just looked like it was about to explode.

"Don't tempt me, Casey." She snapped back at him.

With a heavy sigh, Chuck decided to cut in.

"Casey, go upstairs and help Morgan man the BuyMore. Lord knows what Jeff and Lester are up to. I'll stay here and calm Sarah down before our team loses one person." Chuck explained to Casey pleadingly.

Casey started his trek upstairs and threw one more comment before closing the door. "Let me know when your funeral is, Bartowski."

With Casey finally gone, Chuck turned to his irate fiancée.

"Okay Sarah, what's wrong? I know this isn't just about the mission and there's something else that's got you so mad. While I'm not saying that you're not sexy coz you are…" Sarah seemed to lose some steam and gave a small smile.

Yes!, Chuck thought in triumph.

"… so really, what's bothering you?" Might as well use all of my ammo. Chuck leaned back in his seat and gave her the Bartowski Eyebrow Dance.

Sighing in defeat, Sarah buried her head in her hands and just peeked miserably at Chuck through her fingers.

"It's just… I don't know what to do with our wedding… It's a few months away and I'm barely through planning! There are a whole lot of things that I need to do and think about and I hate thinking! I haven't even decided if we should get metal or wooden chairs for our reception… then Casey suggested that you go fly off to the other side of the world and seduce a freakin' princess!"

Chuck grabbed her swivel chair and dragged her to him. Stroking her hair gently and tucking it behind her ear, he gave her a kiss on her exposed forehead. "I'm sorry."

Glancing up at him, Sarah gave him a dour expression. "For what? You did nothing wrong, you're barely short of spectacular. You've done everything else on your list of To-do's."

She turned to him and buried her head in his shoulder. "I've never been so stressed in my whole life."

He pulled her to him so that she ended up sitting in his lap. "Hey, it's okay. I promise. What do you say about just driving somewhere to escape this craziness?" He whispered to her softly and gently that it made her want to cry.

With a few notches of happiness evident in her tone, she got up and pulled him to her. "Let's go to the beach."

So... do you think I should continue or not?