Eighteen hours later Chuck stirs in a bed with something wrapped tightly around his wrist

Eighteen hours later Chuck stirs in a bed with something wrapped tightly around his wrist. His eyes are blurry and his head is splitting but when he sits up he notices he is attached to something.

His eyes regain focus and he looks at his left wrist bound in one side of some handcuffs, as he follows the chain to the other side he sees a head of blonde hair laying next to him with her right wrist bound in the other side of the cuffs.

"What the hell?Sarah!Sarah wake up!"

Sarah groans at the loud noise coming from Chuck's mouth, no doubt because her head was splitting as well.

"Sarah, where are we and why are we handcuffed together and why did my sister drug me?"

"I don't know, all I remember was meeting Casey at the airport to meet a contact." Sarah groaned into her pillow.

"Could you wake up I am trying to figure out what the hell is going on."

"No, too early…and my head hurts."

"Fine, I will do it myself!"

Forgetting about the cuffs, he steps out of bed and falls to the ground when his forward momentum was stopped immediately by Sarah's dead weight. He managed to pull Sarah with him, a loud thud was heard as he hit the floor and an annoyed grunt came from Sarah when she suddenly found her way on top of him.

"Sorry I guess I don't know my own strength." He says with a sheepish grin on his face and tries to be sneaky placing his hand on her waist.

Sarah is not happy and pushes herself up off of him causing his smile to fade. She looks around the room trying to find something to get them out of the cuffs.

"You know this is exactly like a dream I had once but you weren't this grumpy and I had both of your hands in the cuffs on the bed (Sarah looks at him oddly) and I am just going to shut up now!

"Chuck lets just get out of these cuffs and find out what's going on."

"You're no fun."

"What was that?"

Chuck lets out a sigh. "I said your no fun, after everything that happened on roof top your attitude towards me has been nothing but cold and…"

He stopped talking when he saw a hint of sadness in Sarah's eyes.

"Cold and what Chuck?"

"Nothing lets just get out of theses cuffs, I need to use the bathroom."

15 minutes and a small argument on which way to go later, Chuck found a piece of metal small enough for Sarah to pick the lock. After being released from their bonds Chuck high tailed it to the bathroom while Sarah looked around the cabin they somehow found themselves in. After Chuck exited the bathroom he walked down stairs and saw Sarah looking out into space and he tried to get her attention.

"Yo, earth to Sarah…What's wrong?"

Sarah didn't break her stare she just opened the front door wide enough for Chuck to see what she was seeing.

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto!"

Chuck looked out the door and saw nothing but wide open terrain. A few trees and heavy brush areas opening up into endless horizon of empty land.

"Where are we?" Chuck gasped.

Sarah closed the door and began tearing though the house looking for a sign of where they where. Chuck was getting a little freaked out about the way she was acting. He retreated into the living room to stay out of her path of destruction when he saw 2 notes sitting on the coffee table.

"Sarah…I think I found something."

The house got quiet after he spoke and a rather collected Sarah came around the corner into the living room taking a seat next to Chuck.

They each had a letter addressed to them so they both studied them for a second before looking at each other.

"Should we open them?" Chuck asked.

"I guess. I mean it's the only way I see us finding out what is going on." Sarah said as she reached out and took her note. Chuck followed suite and they both began to read. There was a long silence as they read, each of their faces portraying different signs of confused, hurt and ashamed. Then as they both reached the bottom of their letters they both read the same.

"Enjoy your vacation in Australia's lovely outback, and don't bother trying to find civilization, the nearest town is a 3 day walk and that's if you make it threw the crocodile infested swamps and the other dangerous wildlife. This is for your own good as well as the teams, there are no bugs, no mic's or hidden cameras, say what needs to be said and make nice or I will leave you there to rot!

It was signed by Casey.

"I can't believe Casey and my sister set us up." Chuck exclaims.

"What does your letter say?" Sarah asked.

"It's from Ellie, she thought that it was time for me to take a vacation."

"Casey just told me to pull my head out of my ass and make nice or get reassigned."

" Casey and my sister,(he grunts at the thought of them working together) want us to make nice and pretend that we have no problems."

"Chuck, they didn't say that. They said we need to work things out; they are doing this for us."

Chuck gets a little angry.

"Us? There is no us. And you really can't work out our problems because that would require talking and emotions other than anger and mistrust and I know that is something you cannot do."

"Hey, I have no problem talking about our problems…take right now for instance. My problem is you being a jerk, and the fact that you never listen to me when I give you an order, then afterwards you try to give me this sympathetic puppy dog look and say sorry it won't happen again when it does!!"

Chuck moves closer to Sarah, eyes wide with frustration.

"Oh yeah, well maybe I would follow orders and stop giving you those looks if you would stop treating me like a dog. Chuck stay here, Chuck do this, Chuck do that. Hell, why not just stick a shock collar on me and feed me Scooby snacks, or maybe that's too good for me. I am just an asset after all; about as useful as a laptop computer. Obviously you'd prefer that. It won't talk back!"

"Now you're just being ridiculous!" Sarah shot back.

"Just as ridiculous as you calling me a jackass the other day after I saved you and Casey…again and defused a bomb…again, was praised by your bosses….again, just to receive that cold shoulder of yours...again.

"You want to see ice Chuck? Well how about you don't speak to me again until we're back home!"

Sarah turned and marched to the other side of the house away from Chuck, making sure she got the last word in.

Back in America

"Casey are you sure we did the right thing? I mean if they are all by themselves what if one of them gets hurt or something bad happens."

Ellie says feeling a little bit of regret for what she had done.

"It will be fine, I know them and I bet right now Chuck is apologizing and Sarah feels bad and she does the same then they will laugh about how stupid the whole situation was."

Casey said with a hope and a prayer behind it that Walker doesn't kill Chuck.

Somewhere, Australia

Sarah is sitting in the kitchen looking through the cabinets and browsing around to see what supplies they had. She only found the basic necessities; they had enough food to last a month. She quickly surveyed the situation again and was trying to figure out what she was going to do out in the middle of nowhere for a week or longer.

Just as she sat down and sighed Chuck came down the stairs in nothing but his boxers. He was listening to his ipod and reached into the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Sarah couldn't help but stare, his body was a little more defined than she had imagined, she smiled as she saw the small patch of peach fuzz growing in the center of his chest. She quickly turned her gaze as Chuck closed the fridge and walked out side.

Where is he going? She thought. She walked to the door and watched him lay out in the sun trying to get some color on his pale skin. He really thinks this is a vacation! He is just going to sit out there and relax and listen to his ipod (which I don't know how he got out here). Does he not care that we are stuck here and have no communications or…or…aarrrhhh!! God I hate him sometimes! You know what, I am long overdue for some R&R myself and if he doesn't care why should I?

Sarah glances back out the window and watches the heat radiate off of Chuck's body turning his skin a slight shade of brown with little beads of sweat forming around his face and chest.

Sarah doesn't realize her breath has become unsteady and the thoughts that run though her mind are sinful and very naughty. She smiles as the thoughts progress.

When she finally refocuses, she realizes that Chuck is looking right at her but she does not duck and run. She just looks back at him running her hand behind her neck, wiping away the sweat that had formed there. Her hand proceeds down the side of her neck to her chest. Chuck's eyes widen as she slowly unbuttons her shirt, he takes a hard swallow as his eyes follow her hands down the center of her shirt exposing her bra.

His mind is confused as to why she would be doing that when he is watching her, they are still angry with each other and she had told him not to speak to her. His mind maybe confused but his body sure wasn't, he was about two seconds away from jumping out of his chair and taking advantage of the situation. But before he could move Sarah moved away from the window, Chuck just flipped over on his stomach letting out a whimpering groan as he thinks this is his own personal hell.

God what am I doing? Sarah asks herself. You want him, you have for a while now. You know this is a major part of your fights. You are on vacation (a messed up one but still a vacation), its just you Sarah Walker and the guy that you are for some reason in love with.

Sarah composes herself. Ok you can do this, just go out there, tell the truth, then set some boundaries. She took a deep breath then walked back to the door and saw him lying on his stomach. His back muscles were tight and hard, and she had sudden and involuntary thoughts about her hands running down his back; gliding her nails along his skin while he was on top of her. Her eyes close involuntarily at the thought as a shiver runs down her spine. She was getting hot and it wasn't from the weather. Her body was screaming at her to go out there and work off the months of built up stress and tension on him but she couldn't. After facing so much danger, who knew she could be such a coward.

God I am pathetic. A shower sounds like a safe thing to do. A nice long cold shower or maybe a bath. I am on vacation and need to relax. A bath would certainly do that. Maybe Chuck can join me...NO...BAD… stop it she said hitting the sides of her head as if trying to knock the dirty thoughts from it.

She looks over at the kitchen table and sees the note that was left for him. She debates for a minute but the curiosity side in her won out and she starts to read the letter.

Chuck,

I am sorry, I hope you can forgive me for drugging you but I wouldn't have done I unless I though it was for your own good. You have changed so much since Devon and I got engaged, I hope that is not part of your problem, I see you with Sarah and I can tell that you two are crazy for each other but I never thought it would go to this extreme. Chuck what you 2 have is worth fighting for, not fight over. Sarah is not one to talk about her feeling, I can tell. Maybe you need to think of a different approach on how to express your feelings? I love you and I hope everything works out.

Love Ellie.

P.S. Bring me back a boomerang!! :)

Sarah lets out a small laugh then a heavy sigh. It was funny how well Ellie could read her, she was a very smart woman.

Sarah was startled when she heard the door behind her slam and she turned around hiding the letter behind her back. Chuck stood there wild eyed and sweaty, Sarah couldn't help but raise her eyebrow as she looked over his darkened body. If Chucks face wasn't already red from the sun she would swear he was blushing.

"I'm sorry about earlier, I don't...I don't want to fight anymore." Sarah said with a sad face as she looked at the floor.

Chuck didn't reply, he stepped closer to her getting so uncomfortably close that her breath shuddered. He raises his arms to wrap around her sides meeting at the small of her back. He is so close and she can feel his breath on her cheek and the warmth of his body, her body burning for him to take her right there.

"Chuck" she just barely said without moaning.

His hands move down her arm and stop at her wrist taking a firm and hurtful grip.

"Ow! Chuck your hurting me!"

He pulls her wrist back out in front of her, finding the smoking gun in her hand. His face became angry. "That was not meant for you!" Chuck scorned

"I'm sorry, I just wanted-"

"To read my business, to find out how disappointed my sister and friends are because I can't control this passion or anger that I have towards you. I am hurting everyone and I am driving myself nuts trying to figure out what it is you really want, but I don't think you even know the answer to that!

He takes the note and walks a good distance away from Sarah.

"Chuck" Sarah says to get his attention. "I know what I want I just need some time for my head and my heart to agree please just…work with me here."

"I'm going to take a shower. I saw some hot dogs in the fridge. I thought about cooking them up later and maybe we can try and have a normal conversation?."

"I would like that...and Chuck, Your sister isn't disappointed in you. She would be disappointed if you gave up on us...and so would I."

Sarah wasn't expecting that last part to come out like it did but it was too late. She couldn't help but see the intense look he gave her. She tried to avoid it before she said anything else so she walked to the fridge to get a bottle of water. Chuck watched her every movement like a lion stalking it's prey. He became excited when she bent over to grab the bottle from the bottom shelf. His eyes were captivated by her sculpted legs, and firm ass. The bikini she was wearing formed a sinfully delicious camel toe between her legs.

It was his turn to be consumed by sinful thoughts of him taking her right there on the kitchen counter screwing her so hard she screams his name in 7 different languages before she climaxed. A wicked grin appears on his face as his eyes focus on that kitchen counter then back to reality.

Chuck snapped out of it to find Sarah staring at him. "Umm..I need to….go…now… shower...cold, cold shower. Got to go!"

He ran out of the kitchen before Sarah would notice something unexpected had started to pop up!

Sarah let out a little laugh as he ran up the stairs. "We are both pathetic!"

After Chuck's shower, they made a mutual truce of sorts. They had agreed to sit and eat supper outside. She would get it ready and Chuck would build a little bonfire out front.

The sun was setting over the open terrain, it looks so much closer on this side of the world. Chuck was attempting to build a fire, but kept getting distracted by the beautiful sunset, making his task that much longer. Sarah was still inside making Mac and cheese. When she was done she walked outside and sat by the fire across from Chuck, they ate their dinner in silence enjoying the moment observing the sun sink down on one side and a large moon rising on the other. Sarah watched Chuck take in a deep relaxing breath and close his eyes as he exhaled. It was soothing being there in the silence and she hated to break it.

"This is beautiful."

Chuck kept his eyes closed and agreed with a nod.

"I wish we were here under different circumstances, we could be having fun and..." she trailed off with a sad expression, "be real".

She looked back over at Chuck and saw the same expression in his eyes that she saw in the kitchen. She matched his look and their bodies froze waiting for someone to say or do something. Sarah's breathing became deep and wanting, Chuck's eyes matched the heat and intensity coming from the fire. He very much wanted to dive over the fire and touch his lips to every inch of her body. The fact that they had been fighting for one reason or another was slowly diminishing with every second of eye contact.

"Umm, I should go clean up" Sarah says, cowering away from the situation. She was kicking herself for leaving before she had taken her first steps.

Chuck watches her walk back into the cabin and start to put things away in the kitchen. He stands up and dumps water on the fire putting it out and laughs at the irony. When he enters the kitchen Sarah turns away from him wrapping up leftovers on the counter. She can tell he is behind her watching.

"Are you still hungry? I can leave some of this out for you to eat." she says with her back still to him.

He walks up close behind her, his hands running down her arms sending chills down her spine, before he answers in a husky voice. "Actually I am starving."

She stepped backwards into him. Her voice dropping low. "Ok, what do you want to eat then?"

Chuck grabs her elbow and spins her into him.

"YOU" he exclaims before his lips collide with hers in one fluid and furious motion.

She doesn't fight it, she actually thrives on it, jumping up onto the counter and pulling him to her getting as close as possible. Their hips are welded together moving against each other as they kiss and moan from the feeling.

"Take me now Chuck" she gasps. Chuck swipes his arm across the counter knocking everything to the floor then lays her on it. She looks over to him and he begins to back away. "Chuck, I want this. I want you..." Chuck still continues to back away.

"Sarah...oh Sarah...HEY!! Earth to Sarah!"

Sarah snaps back from her daydream to see Chuck standing at the sink watching her death grip on the bowl of left over Mac and Cheese. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing rapid.

"I had no idea you liked Macaroni so much", Chuck said with a wide grin while trying to hold back a laugh.

Sarah gets angry at his smug grin. "Shut up Chuck!" she snips as she stormed out of the kitchen. Chuck was unable to keep the laughter in while he puts away the food.

She could hear him laughing after she left the room. She was so mad at him that she went upstairs and went to bed, throwing a pillow and blanket down so he could sleep on the sofa.

He made a little bed and tried to sleep but there was just something that was nagging him keeping him awake. He could hear Sarah in the bed upstairs moving around violently in the sheets. She must be having another dream he thought and by the sounds of it not a pleasant one. Little did he know how right he was.