Chuck quickly made his way over to the Weinerlicious. Being the nerd that he is, he arrived breathless.

Sarah was happy to see Chuck, but when he arrived breathless, the agent in her took over.

"Chuck," she said. "What's wrong? Did you flash?"

"No," said Chuck finally catching his breath. "I didn't flash. I just wanted to see you before my lunch break was over, and I only had a couple of minutes left, so I ran."

"I wanted to talk to you." He added.

"Okay," she said. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Us," he said.

"Us?" she repeated, but just then her phone rang. "Sorry, Chuck. I have to take this."

"Walker, secure," she said into the phone.

"Casey, secure," she heard.

"What do you want, Casey?" she asked.

"You and Bartowski need to come to the home theater room immediately." Casey said. "Beckman and Graham have a mission for us."

"Finally," said Sarah.

"My thoughts exactly," said Casey. "So, hurry up."

"Sorry, Chuck," she said. "We have to go, but we'll talk later, okay?"

"Yeah," Chuck said a little disappointed. "Okay."

They exited the Weinerlicious and headed toward the Buy More.

When they reached the home theater room, Beckman and Graham were already on the screen.

"How nice of you to join us, Agent Walker, Mr. Bartowski," said General Beckman.

Sarah and Chuck took their places next to Casey and gave the General a curt nod.

"Back to what we were saying," said Director Graham. "There will be a banquet held for supporters of the charity Rainbow Cure."

Chuck immediately flashed on the name.

"Rainbow Cure," he said "is an organization that helps with the fight against diseases such as cancer and tumors. It's a front for a major drug corporation that smuggles drugs from the Middle East."

"That's right, Mr. Bartowski," said Beckman.

"I don't understand," said Casey. "They're druggies. Why don't we let the DEA handle this?"

"Because, Major Casey," said Graham. "Two known Fulcrum agents are affiliated with this organization."

"Major, you and Agent Walker will apprehend the two agents," said Beckman. "You will bring Mr. Bartowski along to see if he identifies anyone else with Fulcrum ties."

"Agent Walker," said Graham. "You and Mr. Bartowski will pose as a newlywed couple interested in the charity's cause. Major Casey, you will pose as a bartender."

"There will be a file faxed to Major Casey's apartment this afternoon. It will contain all of the necessary information." Beckman said. "Any questions?" he asked in conclusion.

There were none, and soon the General and Director had signed out.

"I don't see why I always get stuck with the actual job on missions," muttered Casey as he walked out of the home theater room. "They should make Bartowski the bartender, then maybe he'll stay put like he's supposed to."

After Casey left, Sarah pulled Chuck aside.

"What did you want to talk about ?" she asked.

"Us," said Chuck glad that Sarah hadn't forgotten.

"What do you mean 'us'?" asked Sarah.

"Like what happened this morning," Chuck nervously blurted. "You can't say it was a mistake, because we weren't about to die that time. The situation did not put us in danger like the bomb which turned out to be Bryce, and almost stopped any relationship between us. It was breakfast. You didn't have to, but you kissed me. What exactly does this mean for us? Are we going to try something real or are we going to pretend nothing happened? Although, I really don't think that I can pretend it didn't happen."

"Chuck," Sarah said. "You're babbling."

"I know," he said. "I just need an answer."

"Chuck, I can't really talk about this right now," said Sarah trying to avoid the conversation that she had been dreading ever since what happened that morning. "I have to get back to work."

"No, Sarah," said Chuck. "You can't back down from this conversation."

"Chuck," she said. "I'm not backing down. I need to get back to work."

"No, you don't," said Chuck grabbing her by the arm. "I won't let you leave until I get an answer, a straight answer. No more of that 'Chuck, we can't. We have to remain professional.' crap. I know you have feelings for me. I have feelings for you too. Please, just give me an answer."

She could have pulled away, but she didn't. His grip wasn't that tight, and his touch was actually kind of comforting in a weird way. She paused a moment, trying to come up with an answer. She needed one that would hold him off long enough for her to really think about her feelings. She also needed an answer that wouldn't drive Chuck away.

"I've been thinking about what happened this morning too," she began carefully. "And I think... I think what happened wasn't that big of a deal."

"Really?" asked Chuck in disbelief while releasing his hold on her.

"Yes. Chuck it was just a thank-you kiss." Sarah said casually.

"So it didn't mean anything to you?" Chuck asked softly.

"It meant something. I just don't know what. Yes, I do have more than professional feelings for you, but I don't know what they are. I've never felt this way before." Sarah carefully admitted.

"What does that mean exactly?" he asked, trying not to let anger seep into his tone. "Does it mean that you have more feelings for Bryce? Because I'm sure he didn't have to wait long before you told him how you felt. I'm also pretty sure that he asked you to join him on his mission to take down Fulcrum. Does it mean that the only reason you stayed here with me is because you had a job to do?! That you didn't want Director Graham thinking that his perfect little CIA agent had disobeyed orders and left her assignment to go chase bad guys with her ex-boyfriend?! Tell me, Sarah, what exactly it is you're trying to tell me. Because at this point I'm not sure."

She couldn't believe that he had yelled at her. Chuck never yelled. She had definitely picked the wrong response.

"Chuck," she said, holding back the tears that had found their way into her eyes. "I really need to get back to work."

She left before he could respond. She didn't want him to see her cry.

A/N: How's that for a stronger ending?