AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone! I haven't written a cholive fic in a while and I was missing it. I've been writing a lot of Chenzel on LJ lately but I decided to come back here. I've had this idea running around in my head for a while, so I hope you like it!

Part 1

It had been four years, three months, two weeks and six days since the Pie Maker had brought his childhood sweetheart Charlotte Charles back to life and it was three years, one month, one week and a day since they had broken up. Chuck had realized that she was no longer in love with Ned and decided to break it off with him. Ned had just gotten past the hurt that the breakup had caused him and was now just spending his days focusing on making pies and solving murders.

On this particular day, the Pie Hole was close to empty and the unforgiving heat outside was working its way into the restaurant. Chuck was leaning back on her elbows against the counter and Olive was sitting on the stool next to her and spinning idly.

"It's so hot," Chuck groaned closing her eyes and tipping her head back. The tiny woman spinning next to her had created a small breeze and she let it cool her overheated skin. She could feel the perspiration dotting her skin sighed. "It's hotter than a runner's crotch outside," Olive noted, stopping her movement temporarily.

Chuck raised an eyebrow and looked over at the other woman. "What does that even mean?" she asked with a slight smile. Olive just shrugged and continued spinning. Chuck watched her spin and couldn't help but notice how the moisture on her tan skin glistened and caused her dress to cling to her more than usual. The brunette blushed at her own thoughts and looked away.

She had noticed that she was paying more attention to Olive as of late and was not sure why. The tiny waitress was her friend, her coworker and her roommate. She was nothing more and could be nothing more. After all, she had been dating Randy Man for a few months now and things didn't seem to be slowing down for them. Still Chuck couldn't help but steal a glance at her every once in a while. Olive was not a modest person in the least and would often change in front of Chuck or even lounge around the apartment in her underwear in the recent heat. This only seemed to overheat Chuck even more and she would have to leave the apartment or lock herself away in one part of the apartment trying to read a book and keep her mind off of the nearly naked blonde.

"Chuck!"

Ned's voice brought the dead girl out of her mind and she opened her eyes, blinking blankly at him. "I'm meeting Emerson at the morgue," he said taking off his apron and setting it behind the counter, "Do you want to come with me?"

Chuck looked over at Olive who was holding a cool glass against her chest, letting the condensation run between her breasts. The brunette quickly looked away, "Yeah, sure." At this point, she would do anything to get away from Olive and escape the thoughts twirling around in her mind.

"No, it's fine. I'll stay here and look after our one customer," Olive said, bitter about never being invited along on cases. She still didn't know Ned's secret and still thought that Chuck had faked her death. "Thanks for holding down the fort, Olive," Chuck said smiling at her. Olive smiled back and resumed her spinning.

The heat hit Chuck in a wave when she left the air conditioned Pie Hole and she rushed to the car, letting Ned turn the air conditioning on full blast. They drove in silence, Chuck's head resting against the plastic protector between her and Ned. Even with the increasing distance between them and the Pie Hole her mind couldn't help but wander to the waitress who was probably still spinning in her chair. She sighed and the Pie Maker looked over at her.

"What's wrong?" he asked never taking his eyes off the road. "What makes you think something is wrong?" she asked. "You're usually talkative and grilling me with questions about the murder, coming up with your own morbid scenarios. You haven't said a word since we left," Ned explained. Chuck examined the nails on her left hand, "I don't know. You're going to think I'm being stupid and immature."

"No, I won't. No judgment here, just listening. I promise," he said holding up his right hand and glancing briefly at Chuck with his half smile. Chuck smiled back slightly and played with the hem of her dress, "I think I have feelings for someone but I'm not sure and I don't know if they feel the same."

"Well, you could ask them."

"They're with someone else."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I'm hoping it's just a childish crush that will go away."

"Who is it? If you don't mind me asking."

Chuck sighed and looked at her lap, "Olive."

Ned over at her, his eyebrows raised, "Olive?" The brunette looked over at him and nodded meekly. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could say what he wanted there was a loud crash.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Glass sparkled through the air, flying past Chuck's face. The last thing Chuck remembered was her body slamming against the protective plastic between her and Ned as it shattered before everything went black.