Authors Note: Chuck and Sarah have just gotten together and are constantly interrupted.

Chuck vs. the Interruptions

"Hey Sarah, come on in." Thanking the eldest Bartowski sibling, Sarah made her way into the welcoming home.

"Chuck's in his room, but before you go Sarah, I just wanted to ask you something." Nervously, Sarah followed Ellie into the Kitchen where she noticed she was baking cookies.

"There's a Doctor's Dinner coming up in a couple of weeks and when I find the time I need to get out and find a dress, shoes, the works. I was thinking maybe you would want to come with me. You've been dating my brother for a couple months now and I figured it was time we spent some girl time together. I was planning on next Saturday if you were interested?" It was odd how the smallest gestures could make Sarah's day. The thought of some girl time, shopping, nails, hair, it all sounded so fun, so normal. Something Sarah could really go for.

"That sounds great Ellie. I would really like that." Flashing a sincere smile she truthfully added, "It's actually been a while since I've had a girl's day. Don't get me wrong, I really love hanging out with your brother. But sometimes the talk of video games and –"

"-and comics!" Ellie finished the sentence with her.

"It can get to be a bit much." Sarah let out a small laugh and watched as Ellie grabbed a plate and placed a handful of cookies on them.

"Here, oatmeal chocolate chip. They're one of Chuck's favorites. He'll want some fresh from the oven."

"Thanks Ellie." Smiling as she walked away Sarah couldn't help but think about how lucky she was. Lucky that Ellie was nice, that she and Chuck were so welcoming. That she could come over and for just a few hours feel like she was part of a home and part of a family.

Stopping just outside the door, Sarah heard the sound of light music coming from inside Chuck's room. The sight in front of her was very similar to that of the night she was supposed to stay over for cover. Believe it or not, Chuck's goofy dancing had grown on her. It was just as adorable as the rest of him. Knocking softly, she entered the room, smile on her face.

"Working on some moves Chuck?" She was flirting. She should not be flirting.

"I told you the first time we went out that I don't really dance."

"And you weren't lying."

"Well why don't you show me some of your moves Ms. Walker? If I remember correctly – and I do, you had some nice ones." Sarah smirked at the memory. She didn't even know Chuck then. He was just another mission. He was just another guy. But he wasn't anymore. Sarah wasn't quite sure she could admit to herself yet exactly how she felt about Chuck but she did know this: he wasn't just another guy anymore. The mellow music which began to radiate from the nearby speakers torn her away from her thoughts and she looked up and saw Chuck staring at her with a hand outstretched.

"Would you do me the honor?" As if acting out of a reflex, Sarah watched as her own hand reached out to join his. She felt a gentle tug on her hand, an indication that she should maybe move her feet towards him.

It was a hard feeling to describe, being in Chuck's arms. It felt so natural, so comfortable, so safe. Despite being one of the CIA's top agents, even she had to worry about who might be around the corner. She had to worry about how one bad move, one slip up could end in fatality. Her fatality. But these thoughts didn't exist in his arms. All she felt was safe. She decided that it was simply the essence of Chuck that calmed her. His smell, his touch, his everything.

"You still with me?" Sarah lifted her head from his shoulder and released a small smile.

"I thought maybe you drifted off."

"I certainly was comfortable enough to slip into a sleep." As soon as the words left her mouth she realized what she said. Did she really just say that? Keeping eye contact to gauge his reaction, she noticed the corner of his mouth rise to form that adorable half smile.

"Ahh yes, a common reaction with the ladies, falling asleep in my presence that is." Sarah was suddenly aware of the fact that the song had changed. She had been so content in Chuck's arms that she had allowed her mind to take a break. It felt nice that for the past couple of minutes she didn't have to be on alert mode. She was just a girl, in a guy's arms, dancing to a song.

"Chuck." Although she didn't mean to, his name came out just above a whisper. Eyes locked with his, Sarah watched as his smile faltered and his demeanor changed. He was serious. She saw the battle that was going on his mind and knew what it was about. She was sending him mixed signals. She didn't mean to. Her head and her mouth were telling him one thing while her heart and her body were saying another. Deciding that she didn't want to put Chuck though the struggle and she just didn't want to wait anymore, Sarah closed the small gap between them, by slowing leaning up on her toes and pressing her lips to his.

It was an innocent kiss, a brief brush of her lips against his. Only lasting a second, Sarah pulled back and rested her forehead against his. Although her eyes were closed she could see the smile on his face.

To her surprise, she felt Chuck pull back so she opened her eyes. With a sheepish grin he murmured something about the music stopping and moved to find another song. Stepping up right behind him, Sarah placed her hand on his arm. Without choosing another song, Chuck turned and after a moment of hesitation, lowered his head to meet her lips again.

So different from the kiss just seconds ago, this one was more eager and more exiting. Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck as his came to rest on her hips, pulling her closer to him. Tilting her head, she opened her mouth to him and tasted the sweetness of Chuck Bartowski. She felt his hands grasp her waist and then his feet shuffle and realized he was leading them-

"Hey Chuck-oh my! I'm so sorry!" Sarah resisted the urge to reprimand the eldest Bartowski sibling that knocking as you open the door is not the same thing as getting a response to come in.

"I'll go, never mind. As you were, I guess." Sarah stopped the smile from escaping her lips. A nervous Ellie was so much like a nervous Chuck.

"Ah, it's okay Ellie, what uh, what can I do for you?"

"There's a spider in the kitchen. Would you please come get it? Don't kill it, just get it out of the house, please." Catching Chuck's eyes, she silently gave him the okay. Sarah watched as Chuck and Ellie exited the room. With a small sigh she realized that maybe the interruption was for the best. After all, it was still early and they had the rest of the night.