Chapter 2..

Rolling over onto her stomach, Sarah groaned quietly. She didn't think that she had gotten a wink of sleep all night. But she had to go dress shopping with Ellie, this is what all brides got excited about. But the excitement that she had felt before that stupid dream had now turned into dread.

In the pit of her stomach she felt like when she had gone on a rollercoaster as a teenager. She was strapped in, her body was rigid with excitement as the ride started to move. Gradually it started to pick up pace and she screamed at each new corner they came to, but it started to climb higher and higher until she was almost lying down. As they approached the top, the ride went still and she felt like she was about to die, terror swirling in her tummy.

That's how she felt now.

Though, nothing would make her happier than to be Chuck's wife, she couldn't understand why she felt like this.

Guiltily she shrugged off her half of the duvet and went to have a shower.

As she walked past Chuck's side of the bed, he reached out a grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. Half shocked, Sarah fell onto his stomach, laughing. He held his arms around her and kissed her. After several minutes of kissing her, he let her go.

"Sorry, you can have your shower now." He smiled, checking his phone.

Even though it was only ten o'clock he saw already that he had 3 missed calls from Morgan. He sighed to himself, he was also going 'shopping' with Morgan, for suits. Just as he was about to get up again, his phone began to vibrate.

" - Morgan?"

"No this isn't Mr. Grimes, it's General Beckman, don't you have caller ID?" Beckman's voice boomed into his ears, he had just assumed that it was Morgan ringing again. Obviously not.

"Ah, General. Please can this wait? I have plans today.." Chuck replied.

"PLANS? No, Bartowski it cannot. You are a spy, assemble your team, you have a mission. I want you in Castle at oh eleven hundred." She hung up abruptly.

Chuck really didn't want to let down Morgan, or for Sarah to let down Ellie. They weren't even married yet and already his spy life was getting in the way.

"Sa-rah!" He called, jumping out of bed with just his underwear on.

She didn't hear him until he was in the bathroom with her. "Ah!" She jumped when she saw him.

"What's wrong?" She said, grabbing a towel and turning off the shower.

"We have to go to castle, you have to cancel on Ellie."

"Oh no, she'll be so disappointed." Sarah sighed. "Oh and of course I am too.." She added quickly.

"I know, Babe. I have to ring Morgan." Chuck picked up his phone and pressed it to his ear.

"Hey Chuck, buddy. Listen, I have the whole day planned and first we can -"

"No Morgan, we can't today, I'm sorry." He paused as he heard Morgan sigh deeply from the other end of the phone. "- It's a spy thing."

Chuck knew that Morgan would understand, when he had told him about him being a spy, Morgan was shocked and intrigued about his spy life, but when he had had a glimpse of how surreal and dangerous the spy world really was, he agreed just to watch from afar and continue working at the Buy More.

"Oh, I thought General would understand about this wedding thing, man!" Morgan groaned.

"Well, um, she doesn't exactly know." Chuck admitted.

"What? You're going to get married behind a US General's back?" He squealed, his voice going high pitched.

"No, of course not!" He argued. "We will tell her, just not now."

Morgan raised his eyebrows to himself. "Okay."

"Don't you dare raise your eyebrows to me, Mr!" Chuck said.

"What- huh? How did you know I did that? " Morgan looked around suspiciously, he eyed the plant pot in disgust. "Did you plant any cameras in here?"

"No, it's best friend telepathy, I have to go." He put the phone down and anxiously got dressed, he really didn't feel like going on a mission right now. It seemed like even though General didn't know about their wedding, she kept throwing things in the way to stop it. Casey already knew, a few weeks ago he had heard them discussing it through his ear piece. Though he hadn't yet let on that he knew.

Half an hour later he and Sarah were sitting in her Porsche, buckling their seat belts. He took a sidelong glance at Sarah, she looked a little pale. Her hands were clasped together and even though he was driving, her eyes were transfixed on the road ahead.

He started up the engine.

"…Sarah? Are you okay, you look a little off." Chuck said, his eyes half on the road, half on her.

She looked a little confused for a second, she looked as though she was finally emerging from being deep in thought. "I'm fine." She said simply, his blue eyes willing for him to believe her, they were so hypnotic. No wonder she was a spy.

He wasn't very convinced though. "Come on Sarah. Tell me." He pleaded, tickling her under the chin.

"Nothing, get off!" She slapped him hard across the cheek. She looked at his shocked, crestfallen face and was immediately apologetic. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, it was just a natural reflex."

"It's fine." He shrugged, his sparkling eyes focusing in front of him and his brow furrowing in confusion. For the rest of the journey they were both silent, both of them longing for the dark mood to lift.

Castle

Casey looked very grumpy when they came in, even by his standards. His eyes were narrow and he was picking at his nails.

"Hey Casey." Chuck said, Casey barely even grunted in reply.

"Love you too." Chuck mumbled quietly.

Casey grunted even louder. General's face popped onto the screen, she looked at the bunch of misery guts standing before her and sighed in exasperation .

"Chuck." She looked at him. "Before I say anything else.. They are the ones going on a mission, you're not. I've decided to place you in spy training for six months because if the intersect fails they you have your own abilities.

Chuck looked at Sarah, who looked like she was about to cry.

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