The S.W.A.T. Team vs Las Vecas
A/N: Hi guys, remember me? Here's a little something I whipped up quite quickly to get back into writing. Not beta'd. I don't own Chuck.
"We've got to tell Ellie what she's gotten herself into. If I hadn't grabbed the wrong bag, you girls would have been ambushed."
"I agree. Ellie deserves to know. I'll tell her. I feel responsible that the CIA used her to find Agent X."
"No, I'll tell her."
"But then you'll have to tell her the truth about you."
"I know."
"Guys, is it okay if we do that in the morning? I really need see my wife right now."
"Sure, Devon." Chuck gave him a pat on the back. "Thanks for arranging the weekend, even if it didn't turn out as planned."
"No problem, bro." He nodded towards Sarah. "Good night, guys."
"Good night," Sarah responded, hooking her arm through Chuck's. "Don't worry," she spoke again when Devon disappeared into his apartment. "Beckman's got the complex under surveillance and you, me and Casey are here, so your family is safe."
"Our family," Chuck corrected as they turned towards their own place. When they passed the fountain, he stopped to pick up something. "Sarah? Since when does the S.W.A.T. team do surveillance?"
Sarah's eyes went wide. "Uhm," she bit her bottom lip, "actually…" her eyes bounced between Chuck's and the black headgear in his hand, "Ellie got us strippers." Without waiting for a reaction, she pulled them towards their apartment. Chuck quietly followed.
Once she had locked the door, he spoke for the first time, his voice a pitch higher than normal. "Ellie got you strippers?"
"Yeah," she answered breathily and let go of his hand, making her way to the kitchen without looking at him.
"Ellie got you strippers?"
"That's what I said." Sarah started rummaging through the cupboards, quickly finding what she was looking for.
"Ellie got you strippers?"
Sarah straightened, her brows furrowed. "Why do you keep saying that?"
"Ellie got you strippers."
"Chuck," Sarah injected more patience into her voice than she was feeling when she walked back towards him, "I was on the phone to Beckman the whole time, trying to find you."
"Okay," he nodded, "but Ellie…"
"Got us strippers. I know," she smiled, tucking the jar of peanut butter under her arm. "But thanks to Vivian Volkoff, I didn't even get to enjoy the show." She cocked her head, giving him her most innocent look.
"What are you…" Chuck trailed off, his mind clearly still stuck on the fact that Ellie got them strippers. Sarah took the helmet from his hand and placed it securely on his head.
"Technically, it's still my bachelorette's weekend, so…" she waved the chocolate bars she was holding in front of his face, nodding in the direction of the bedroom, "if you help me celebrate, we can go to the real Las Vegas next weekend." She raised a questioning eyebrow, waiting for his reaction.
Chuck shook his head slowly from side to side, the stunned look still evident on his face. "Yeah."
A/N: Well, that's that. Now I better get back to A Common Spy Problem. See you soon.