A/N: So this is something that's been bothering me for some time now. In Chuck vs. the Role Models, we see at the end that Sarah agrees to move in with Chuck, but we never got to see what was going through her mind and why she ultimately made that decision, like we got to see in Chuck vs. the Suitcase. I think that episode shows how Sarah realizes that her home is wherever Chuck is and I wanted to do the same with this one. I'm sorry if I ruin this for you. I honestly hope I don't.

This is my first fic ever, so any tips or advices of any kind, along with criticism are well received. English is not my first language so, please, feel free to correct any mistakes I made. Also, I apologize for the chapters' length, but I seem to have a problem about getting to the point.

Obviously, I own nothing.

Chuck vs. the Role Models

Chapter One

Sarah Walker was not a normal person. She had a dangerous and exciting job and nothing in her life was simple. Nothing, until three weeks ago. Three weeks that passed so fast she couldn't believe it. Of course, two of them were like a vacation –technically they weren't cause they've been off the grid and then tried to run away from the CIA – but she'd never had a better time in her life. She was with Chuck. She was with the man she loved. And the man that loved her back. She had never been happier in her entire life.

And now, she was sitting in the couch, cuddled against him, her head resting in his shoulder and watching a movie, although she wasn't really paying attention – she was distracted by how good their laced fingers felt, his arm around her shoulders, his steady breath and his sweet scent. It was a miracle, she thought. She was not used to get what she wanted but now she had it, and even more. She always wanted to be with him, almost since the beginning, but being with him was so much better than she had imagined. He was the man of her dreams. She smiled to herself. The old Sarah Walker would've never admitted –not even to herself – something like that.

She hugged him, pulling him closer and he looked down to her. She smiled and he flashed her that huge grin that made her go weak at the knees. She looked at the tv and noticed that the movie was over. She sighed, stood up and said "I should probably go now". "Why?" he asked, standing up too. "Cause I gotta get some sleep and we have to be early at work tomorrow". "Stay", he said. She looked at him again and then she spoke "Chuck, I don't have any clothes here, I can't stay…" "I can lend you something to sleep and we can get up early tomorrow and stop by your hotel room for you to change".

She couldn't help by smile. Since they got back from Paris she only slept in her hotel room twice, and that was only cause he agreed to come with her. She couldn't bear the thought of not waking up next to him and she knew he felt the same. But she also had no right to ask him to cut his sleep short only so she could have everything. She reach out for him and kissed him softly on the lips. "Thanks for the offer, Chuck, but I can't let you do that" "I don't mind as long as you're here with me" he interrupted and then kissed her passionately. When they broke the kiss they were both reaching for air. "Chuck, you're not making this any easier…" she said, feeling a little dizzy after the kiss. "That's because I don't want to, Sarah" and with that, he kissed her again, taking his time, trying to show her with his lips all that he felt for her, trying to make her understand how much he loved her. He broke the kiss and whispered one more time "Stay". And this time, she didn't say no.

Sarah Walker was in a bad mood. She didn't get to sleep much the past night and she was determined to blame Chuck. Of course she knew that wasn't fair, especially since she was the one keeping them both awake for most of the night but if she would've been in her cold, lonely hotel room by her own like she wanted to –yeah, right –, she could at least keep her eyes open and complete the very boring paperwork she was supposed to do. It had been a very quiet week, they'd only had two missions, but nothing really challenging. It seemed that, for once, bad guys had decided to give Team Bartowski a break. Seeing that she wasn't accomplishing much giving her lack of focus and her sleepy state, she decided to head out earlier.

She stopped by the Buy More to set the details of her date with Chuck later that night and then went to her home. Hotel room, she corrected herself. Even after telling Chuck that Burbank was the only place that ever felt like home to her –which was saying a lot, since she'd lived in several places in her life – she couldn't think of that small- extremely green room as her home. Sure, she liked it and she felt comfortable enough to live in it for the past 3 and a half years, but, to be honest it wouldn't be her first pick as a place to live in. She was more an apartment complex kind of girl. And if it came with a fountain, much better. Ok, stop, she said to herself when she realized what she was thinking about. She and Chuck were not there yet. Not at all.

When she finally arrived at her hotel room, she took a short nap. After her shower, she changed and packed a bag with a change of clothes, cause she was planning on staying at Chuck's.

The dinner went great, they talked, they laughed, they held hands and shared intimate glances, enjoying each other's company. And, of course, when they got to his place, things only got better.

It was now 2 am and Chuck was asleep. She could feel his even breathing in the silence of the night. Suddenly, she felt thirsty. Disentangling herself from her sleeping boyfriend's loving embrace, she headed out the bedroom. When she was about to open the door, she remembered that they weren't alone, so she put her panties and her sleeping tank top on and went to the kitchen. Three minutes later, she was thanking her spies instincts when she heard Morgan coming into the kitchen saying something about an incredible dream, clearly thinking she was Chuck. After a very weird –and very awkward – moment involving orange juice, rambling about vitamins and not so inconspicuous staring at her not so covered body, she got back to bed, snuggled against her boyfriend and got to sleep.

When the alarm clock went off, she opened her eyes and noticed Chuck was watching her with that huge grin of his. She melted. He kissed her forehead and whispered "Good morning" into her ear, while tightening her arms around her. She kissed him passionately and smiled at him as well. It was his turn to melt now.

Eventually, they got out of bed, and she was in the bathroom applying her makeup when she heard him leave to the kitchen.

She smiled when she finished and looked herself in the mirror. She can barely recognize herself. She was simply glowing. There was no other way to describe it, and she knew the reason. In fact, the reason was waiting for her to carpool to work. So she gave the mirror one last look and headed to the dining room.

She could hear Chuck and Morgan discussing something about Valkyries and pajamas, but what really caught her attention was Chuck saying "I think you can pretty much count on Sarah being here every night because I'm about to ask her if she wants to move in". He had her back to her, so he had no idea she'd just walked in, but Morgan looked at her and said "Ok, well, you two probably have a lot to talk about…" and left.

She cleared her throat and Chuck finally turned around. Knowing that she'd probably heard it all, he gave her a huge smile, saying "Hi. I was gonna surprise you… take you out tonight's dinner and give you your own… key. But… how'd you like to move in?".

Panic. "Why would we do that?" the words left her mouth before she even had the time to process what was going on. She knew it was the wrong thing to say when she saw his face fall. "Why? Well, because I figured since you're sleeping here most nights anyway…"

She went to chuck her purse "We're not a normal couple so why do we need to pretend we have a normal life?". She was freaking out big time now. "Who's pretending…?". Now he did seem pretty hurt. She cursed herself and her non existing talking abilities. "Ok, I… I didn't mean it like that", she tried to explain, "I love working with you, and I love being with you, so why mess with a good thing, right?".

Great, now she was just drawing attention to the fact that she hadn't really told him "I love you" yet. Not because she didn't but because she was lousy with words. Clearly.

She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "We can talk more after work". And with that, she went to look for one of the guns she had stashed under the couch cushions. "Right, yeah… Yeah, we'll talk more after work", she heard Chuck babbling, "'cause I know how good… thing… this is. What are you doing?"

"Well, I left my gun in my hotel room…". She could see he was not happy .

"No, what are you doing storing your guns in my couch? Morgan… Morgan could find those!".

Now that was just ridiculous, she wasn't allowed to have a backup gun at his place? "What, you've not heard of the thirty foot rule?", she asked.

"As a matter of fact, no, I have not"

"A good agent should never be without a backup weapon"

"Well, have you ever heard of the Bartowski rule? No firearms in my apartment?"

"Well, not if you wanna live with a spy". She knew it was kind of low, but at least it would win her the guns argument. She smiled brightly at him and headed to the door, leaving him with a dumbstruck look on his face. After a couple of minutes, she and Chuck were on their way to work.

When they arrived to Castle, General Beckman called to give them a new mission. Casey would be training Morgan and she and Chuck were supposed to watch and learn from the best couple the CIA had ever produced, according to the General's words.

She could tell Chuck was really excited about this, but she most definitely wasn't. They had been reduced to observers of these two people that they didn't even know. Ok, yes, they had an incredible record and even she couldn't deny that they seemed pretty great in paper, but come on, her own spy team wasn't any short than great either. So when they were waiting for the Turners at Chuck's place and he couldn't stop pacing and rearranging things over and over again, she couldn't help but feeling a little annoyed by his actions.

"Would you please sit down? You're making me nervous!". She was sitting in the couch, legs crossed and a drink in her hand.

"The Turners are gonna be here any minute" he said, while he kept moving things around.

"What, you've never met a CIA agent before?", she asked, a little irritated about the big fuss he was making.

"You… What… Come on! You heard Beckman, this guys are the best of the best, they're a superspy couple, I don't want them thinking we're a couple or rooks!".

She sighed and ignored his last comment. Sarah Walker was no rook and she was going to make that crystal clear in no time.

Suddenly, they heard someone talking in the backyard and Chuck rushed to the door mumbling "They're here!".

She had to admit, even though she didn't share his excitement at all, he was kinda cute when he was all nervous. So she just smiled and went to the door too. She put an arm around Chuck's waist and he opened the door. She heard the man telling something to his wife, but she didn't pay much attention.

"Look Sarah, that's us in thirty years". Her smile faltered a little when she heard those words coming out of Chuck's mouth.

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