2 months earlier – Los Angeles
"It's perfect" said Chuck, after having examined the rooms.
Sarah nodded in agreement. "It's very good in terms of taste and décor and other… stuff" she said, looking at Chuck meaningfully.
Chuck smiled and turned towards the estate agent Barnes, "We'll take it."
Barnes gushed, "You will not regret this, Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski!"
The two opened their mouths simultaenously to correct him, "Oh no – we are not married"
intently avoiding each other's eyes.
"Oh, of course – my mistake." Barnes looked at them curiously. He wouldn't have thought of guessing differently after seeing the couple's chemistry and unspoken understanding. He shrugged. "Well, here is your key and here are the papers. You need to sign here and here" pointing at various sections of the page. "..and that's done"
Chuck stood up and shook his hand "Thanks a lot, Barnes" The man shook the hands of the couple with much enthusiasm, after all, it was quite the profit for him.
After locking their new apartment, Chuck and Sarah walked down the staircase, towards the Porsche – still enthusiastically discussing the place.
"The bedrooms are greeatttt, and my TV will fit perfectly in that groove-thing!" Chuck excitedly spoke, waving his hands.
Sarah looked at him in amusement "Yes Chuck, it will, if I am to believe your 25th exclamation in this regard. Well Casey and the General approved our choice and a CIA crew will do the setting up by tomorrow."
Chuck furrowed his brows. "CIA crew? But Awesome and Ellie were gonna help set us up. Wont they be like slightly suspicious if our apartment is perfectly set up in two days?"
Sarah looked at him. "No, we'll just say the agent hired some movers to help us out"
"Riiight."
"Mm-hm"
They settled into a comfortable silence, as Sarah veered the car towards Chuck's place.
Chuck quickly jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped, after seeing Casey standing in a menacing pose outside his door.
"Bartowski" he growled. "The cleaners are coming to pick your stuff in 60 minutes. Quickly sort the junk and whatever it is you label as useful and put it in those carboard boxes. We don't have time to waste" Casey looked at him with a menacing expression.
"Ri-ight" squeaked Chuck, hurriedly moving inside picking up his scattered belongings. Sarah followed, helping wherever she could. An hour later, they were sitting on the living room couch, properly tired. The crew arrived punctually and without a word, started filling in the boxes into the truck.
"Sarah, what about your stuff?" Chuck looked at her. "Don't worry, most of it has probably already reached the apartment by now" she said, glancing at her watch. Chuck looked at her and mockingly wagged his eyebrows "Superspies and their cardboard boxes." Sarah smiled and smacked him playfully in the arm. "Don't mess with me, Mr. Nerd"
"Ow" Chuck exclaimed. Sarah did her best not to start giggling, but a little tiny one escaped from between her lips. Trying to maintain her demeanor, she asked "So what are the plans for today?" Chuck looked at her and pretended to think. "Hmm. Well, Ellie and Awesome will come for dinner tomorrow so we can simply relax today since everything is set up. I was thinking of renting a movie and Chef Chuck will cook for the lady" He spoke in an exaggerated accent, smacking his fingers.
Sarah laughed, "As long as I don't have to clean the burnt stoves" Chuck laughed, "We'll see."
Chuck started his work in the kitchen as soon as they reached, chopping up onions and coriander and all sorts of spices and condiments were being added. Sarah quickly came out of her room and said, "Chuck, Casey and I need to make a report to General. I'll be back in a few hours." Chuck did a thumbs-up, "Okay, see you at 6?" Sarah nodded. Chuck grinned, "Awesome" in a Devon imitation. Sarah laughed and waved as she moved towards the car.
After making her report to General Beckman and finishing the paperwork for the last mission, Sarah made a quick getaway towards the apartment, unwilling to keep Chuck waiting.
She ran into the house to be assaulted by a variety of exotic smells coming from the kitchen and someone tunelessly whistling an unrecognisable version of some song. As soon as Sarah arrived, Chuck quickly ran and seated her on the dining chair where candles and champagne was set up. She also noticed that he had set up the plasma TV for their evening.
He smiled at her, "You're right on time" Then he went back to the kitchen, and started bringing out the dishes- not one, not two but six! Sarah's jaw dropped to the floor. "You-you- you created a six-course meal for the two of us in two hours?!" Chuck stuck his thumb in his mouth, and puffed up his chest, "Yep."
Sarah, still gaping like a fish was constantly looking back and forth between the food and Chuck, until she finally managed to utter, "You're a box of surprises, Chuck"
Chuck blushed to the roots of his hair "Now, dig in before I eat all of it."
Sarah grinned, "Cant wait to, but, what's the movie?"
Chuck, back in his exaggerated Spanish tones said, "That, my dear is a surprise"
After an hour of great conversation, champagne, caviare and all sorts of exotic foods, Chuck and Sarah finally retired on the couch for the movie. Sarah was still amazed at the quality of Chuck's cooking and had even demanded Ellie to come out of hiding at one point. But, there was no Ellie. Just Chuck.
"And, now for the movie." Chuck quickly switched on the DVD player and went back to the couch. Sarah let out an audible gasp. "You chose Titanic?" "Um yeah.." Sarah giggled, "First guy in history to rent Titanic" Chuck sniffed, "Don't make fun of my choice, woman!"
"Well, nice choice. I like this movie" They gazed at each other, before quickly returning themselves back to the movie. Sarah used quite a lot of tissues until Chuck was forced to comment, "Half the people would've been saved if they had these many tissues to float on"
Sarah laughed and smacked him in the arm, "Shh" as she contentedly sighed nestled into Chuck's arms. It was when the movie finished that they realised their compromising pose as they were literally sitting on top of each other, but neither was too willing to remove themselves and so they slept like that the whole night.
Los Angeles – Present
He was falling, falling and falling but suddenly he was lying on top of something soft, and was still alive. Chuck looked around, unable to imagine how he was still alive after jumping down a 100 ft. building. "Bartowski" came a familiar voice. Casey was standing near him, looking at him concerned.
"Chuck, we barely reached in time. You could have been killed, idiot" Casey growled, trying to mask his worry. "That was the idea, Casey" Chuck spoke, in a tone unfamiliar to his own ears.
"Bartowski, we may have a lead. So, stop drowning yourself in self-pity and let's go." Chuck hopped up on hearing those words, "What are we waiting for then?"
Author's Note: I wanted to elongate it, but just dont have the time! Review/PM about your thoughts on it.
