A/N: Hey Guys, here it is! Sorry it took me so long. Being in Australia and having a Beta tester in America makes reliable communications difficult, I hope you can forgive me ^_^

But all is not lost. In that time I managed to build up a threshold in my material so hopefully you'll be getting updates more regularly. I thought I would be able to manage to move the story along much quicker, but it turns out that while I was writing it the words just flowed from my fingers and 4 chapters is turning in 7+. What does this mean for you? More to read! Thanks for BillatWork for taking time out of his own work to beta mine. Any mistakes are mine. Also I realized that I hadn't put this down before: DISCLAIMER:IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM DO I OWN CHUCK. I just use the characters like my own personal puppets, cue having Chuck lay Sarah down on the couch and ravish her on national TV, HAHAHA! Anyway here's the next chapter. Chuck begins his training!

Sarah woke from her deep sleep in a haze. As the knowledge of last night returned to her a warm feeling spread though her chest. It was more than just after sex glow, she felt at peace and content, like everything in the world was right.

She reached out for her partner but when she couldn't feel him beside her she instantly leaned up as a feeling of worry spread through her. But at the sight of Chuck coming into the room with a tray of breakfast and his trademark grin all the worry drained from her and was replaced with that same warm feeling, tenfold. As he sat down on the bed she couldn't help the content smile that graced her lips.

"Hey, I bought you breakfast." He said softly as he placed the tray down in front of her.

"Thanks." She replied, but she didn't move to even touch the food. Instead she moved forward and gently met with Chuck's lips. "You're amazing." She breathed.

"Not nearly as much as you." He replied, before pressing his lips to hers again. Sarah ran her tongue over his lips asking for permission, which he gladly granted. As the kiss began to build with passion and heat Chuck wrapped his arms around her lower back as Sarah intertwined his hair with her hands. As they both began to reach breaking point Chuck broke the kiss much to Sarah's distain, and rested his forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry. As much as I want to repeat last night, Casey called." Chuck said with a smile, "He said, and I quote, 'As much as you two kids want to cause serious foundation damage to the block, we got work to do." His smile now a fully fledged grin. She nodded as he stood from the bed.

"Enjoy your breakfast; I have a few things I need to do." As he opened the door he looked back over his shoulder towards her, "Oh, and if you're going to go over to see Casey, you might want to put on some more clothes." He said with a laugh as he left.

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Sarah walked over to Casey's apartment with a spring in her step and that silly little smile plastered on her face. When she knocked on his door she was met by a gruff looking Casey. As she made her way inside he turned to her, obviously frustrated.

"Ok Walker. I don't care what you and Chuck do in your free time. Personally I think it's been a long time coming. It's about time you two stopped dancing around each other. But let's make this clear. If it ever affects the job..." He sent her a scowl to finish his sentence.

"Don't worry Casey; protecting Chuck is still my top priority, maybe even more so now." She replied, that little smile still on her face. He replied with a huff but he couldn't stop a little grin as he face away from her. He recalled that she had kept him waiting all night so he decided to have a little fun.

"So, I thought you two were gonna play tag team and then you'd come over to do this work. What? Was he so bad that he bored you to sleep?" he said with a grin. Sarah turned around and decided that two could play at this game.

"No actually, he was amazing. I mean I thought Bryce was good in bed but he didn't even compare to Chuck. Oh and that thing he did with-"

"Ok ok. Jeez Walker, do you want me to shoot myself?" Casey said as he turned a little green. Sarah just smiled at him, the really funny part was she hadn't lied, or even exaggerated. Her eyes glazed over and a silly grin worked its way across her face.

The sudden noise of Casey clearing his throat bought her out of her thoughts of last night. She noticed he was looking at her with a mocking, all knowing grin on his face and she realized she had been staring off into nothing with that content grin plastered on her face. She quickly composed herself and moved over to where Casey had sat down in front of a table covered with papers as he let out a chuckle. They were instantly all business as he handed her a folder.

"This is a rundown of a regular spy training regime. I've circled a few things that I think we need to cut out just for starters." Casey said gruffly as Sarah looked over the file.

"Ok, so regular emotion training is out. Seduction training is out." Casey sent Sarah a mocking look which she quickly returned with a glare as she rattled of the items Casey had circled. And so they began to rework the regime for Chuck.

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Chuck himself felt like he was on cloud 9. It had finally happened between him and Sarah, the love of his life. And he had heard those three special words from her very lips. And it hadn't been part of a cover, no, she had really meant it. And now he had been given this chance, he wasn't going to waste it; he was going to show her everyday how much he loved her as well. But right now she wasn't here, and the house was a bit of a mess. So what better thing to do than clean up for when Ellie and Awesome get back from there honey moon?

He put on some breakfast for himself and decided to start on his bedroom. As he opened the door to his room he took a silent pleasure in the state of it. The bed sheets haphazardly lay across the bed and his clothes littered the floor. He normally didn't take any pleasure in mess, but it was another reminder of how special last night was. He got down to business and moved over to pick up his shirt when he found his father's computer pad underneath it. He picked it up and taped the screen to bring it to life. A message appeared on the screen,

Chuck,

This is a gift to you. It's yours. Something to help you in the future.

Your Dad.

He had to blink away a tear that threatened to show and compose himself as it sunk in. Even with his Dad showing up at the wedding it was still an extremely big risk, the CIA and NSA was still after him after all. He never even thought he'd get to talk to hear from him again for at least another 10 years.

"Thanks Dad." He whispered as he placed it on the draw of his dresser.

-

At that moment Steven Bartowski watched his son on his new computer pad through a secret camera he's put in the room himself. As the audio came through the headphone a single tear made its way down his cheek.

"You're welcome son. Good luck." He said proudly, before composing himself and covering the wrist with his sleeve. He looked over to his daughter and her new husband who sat on the beach a good mile away and sent her a sad smile before disappearing again, without either of them ever knowing he was there watching over them.

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Only 3 hours later and both Casey and Sarah were wrapping up the final touches of Chuck's new regime. Having been around him for the last 2 years it was easy to know exactly what to do.

"Done." Sarah sighed as she put down the last detail. Casey responded with a grunt as he lay back in his chair, exhausted. Paperwork was not one of his strong suites. Sarah quickly collected the documents into a neat pile and moved over to the secure line fax and sent them off to the General. Now they just needed to sit and wait for the results.

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General Beckman sat at her desk finishing of the details of a covert operation in Syria when the fax whirred up catching her attention. She set the Syria operation aside and quickly swept up the Regime. Because she was in her office alone as she read over the file she let somewhat of a smile appear. The regime was flawless. The lack of certain skills didn't surprise her; it was what they had come up with to replace that was what really impressed her.

And the whole thing was air tight, she could have gotten a whole team of analysis to strip it down to the foundations and they wouldn't be able to find a single thing that could even be considered useless. One thing was for sure, for the first time in years, she couldn't wait to see the result. Sure, she wasn't going to change the current regime any time soon, but for what she had planned it would help them in the near future. She quickly flattened her expression and pressed the intercom button on her desk phone.

"Yes ma'am?" Her assistant said.

"Please set up a conference call to all the members of Operation Bartowski in thirty minutes."

"Yes ma'am." She released the intercom button and read over the regime again.

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Chuck's wiped his palms on the side of his pants as he waited for the call to begin. Sarah had told him it was over the regime they had just finished designing for him but they hadn't let him read it over himself. They said they didn't want to ruin the surprise. But that had just made him nervous; he was going to have to agree to something he had no idea about. Sure he trusted Sarah and Casey; he trusted them with his life. But it still made him nervous. As his mind wandered the screen in Casey's apartment came to life and Beckman's steely gaze showed upon the monitor. All three stood to attention in their usual formation, Casey on one side, Sarah on the other, Chuck in the middle.

"Colonel Casey, Agent Walker. I have read over the Regime you've submitted." Her voice boomed through the speakers, just as steely as her gaze. She picked up a small pile of documents and quickly glanced over them again as the three stayed silent. Beckman quickly placed the files back down and addressed them again.

"Is this what you have decided to submit?" she asked, gauging the team's feelings on the regime.

"Yes General. We feel that is the best regime for Chuck." Sarah quickly responded, as she locked eyes with Beckman. She just moved her gauze to Casey.

"Colonel Casey?"

"I agree General. That is the best training for Bartowski." He responded. Beckman seemed to ponder this for a second, although her mind was already made up.

"Very well. The resources and equipment requested will be sent through to you tonight. You have the go ahead. Training will begin tomorrow at 0600." She addressed Chuck for the first time in that call, "Good luck." He swore he saw a small grin and a hint of humour in the Generals voice before the screen went blank, but he just keyed it up to his imagination. That was until Casey turned to him with a huge devilish grin that he hadn't seen for a while.

"This is going to be fun." He happy growled while obviously taking pleasure at Chuck's expression.

"Sarah?" he said as he turned to her for reassurance, but she also had a smile spread across her face.

"Don't worry Chuck, it's not going to be too bad." She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Chuck just watched Casey walk away repeating the same thing,

"This is going to be SO much fun!"

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Chuck was preparing dinner when a knock came from the front door.

"It's open." He yelled out as he stirred the contents of the fry pan. The door opened and Sarah walked in wearing a tight fitting cream coloured shirt and black pants, with her blond hair down. He nearly dropped the contents of the frying pan as he flipped it. He shook himself mentally.

"Hey." He said with a smile as he returned to the food.

"Hey." She replied as she walked over to beside him. She sniffed the air and her mouth watered, "I didn't know you could cook this well." She said the surprise evident in her voice.

"Well, the Intersect can be good for something's." He responded jokingly.

"You didn't use the Intersect last night did you?" she asked, his expression immediately went to horrified, "I was joking Chuck. But it was pretty amazing." She quickly affirmed, worried that she'd hurt him. But he just broke out the Bartowski grin, which nearly melted her on the spot.

"I know, it was pretty good wasn't it? But last night was all me." He said as he abandoned the food and wrapped her up in a hug as he saw her relieved expression. They stood there for a moment enjoying each other's embrace when Sarah finally spoke up.

"You know we were only messing with you earlier right?" her voice was serious now, and a little worried.

"I know. You know I'm going to have to get you two back for this right?" he said sheepily.

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" Sarah asked as she quirked an eyebrow. She watched as he shifted slightly and he smiled nervously.

"Well, I'm still currently building a plan for Casey. But for you I'd say..." He paused and put on an over exaggerated thinking man which made Sarah chuckle.

"You have to eat my terrible cooking, then sit down and suffer through a movie next to me... and I'm thinking I'll take it by ear from there." He said with a grin. Sarah was left breathless for a second. She looked up at Chuck and a warm Sarah smile spread across her lips. She wrapped her arms tighter around him,

"That sounds perfect."

-

Chuck woke up as the sunlight danced across his face. He blinked away the residual fog and looked down at the weight on his chest, where he saw the most beautiful sight in the world. The sunlight lit up her blonde hair and made it glow a beautiful pure gold. Her delicate expression was so peaceful it made his chest swell. He didn't dare wake her but couldn't help but lift a hand and brush away the gold glowing strands to frame her face. After stroking her hair for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, she began to stir. His breath caught as she those angelic blue orbs towards him.

"Hey." She said softly, that soft little smile spreading across her face.

"Hey." He replied as he leaned down to kiss her gently.

"How long have you been awake?" Sarah asked after they broke the kiss.

"Not long." He replied with a smile. They laid there for a while just looking at each other until Chuck's phone ringing brought them out of the moment.

"Bartowski. Your late, get to castle. And Walker, why didn't you remind him?" Casey voice came through the speaker, as he knew Sarah could hear him.

"Because I forgot. Chuck made me." They smiled at each other as they waited for the inevitable.

"What do you mean Chuck made you? How the he... UGH! WALKER! Don't do that!" Casey groaned through the phone as Sarah and Chuck laughed,

"Come on. At this rate I will shoot myself. Just get down here you two." The line went dead as Chuck and Sarah's laughter faded to a gentle halt.

"Come on, we better go." Sarah said as she jumped up from the bed.

"I hope you plan on wearing something there. I don't mind but I think Casey might have a heart attack." He chuckled; her response was his own shirt smacking him in the face.

-

Chuck and Sarah made their way down the stairs to meet Casey standing over a few crates.

"About time you two showed up. What? Did you have to go for round two before you got here?" Chuck and Sarah just shared a look, "Oh come on!"Casey groaned. Sarah chuckled as she moved over to the crates next to Casey who was muttering something about 'rabbits' and 'decency'.

"So, is it all here?" she asked as she looked into one of the full crates. Casey looked back at her with a grin.

"It's all here; the first bunch of stuff has already been set up. Were good to go anytime."

"Uh... guys. What are you talking about?" Chuck asked.

-

"Ok Bartowski. Time for your first lesson in training. Now that you're going to be an agent we need you to be able to cover our backs." Casey explained.

"Ok, I understand that. But why are we in the shooting range?"

"You know, for someone so smart you can be a real dumbass sometimes. What did I just say?" Casey growled in frustration.

"I heard you. You said..." Chucks eyes grew wide as he paused, "Casey! I don't know how to use a gun!" Chuck said in surprise.

"Well duh. That's why we're going to teach you dumbass." Casey mocked. Chuck had calmed down a bit and Casey revealed a pistol, which he ejected the magazine from and racked the slide to clear it of ammunition and placed it on the bench in front of them facing the range.

"This is a Sig Sauer P250. We're going to start with this because the gun is modifiable to hold a variety of different rounds, so we can find something that you can handle but I'll feel safe enough knowing you can cover our asses-"

"It's big."

"-It also doesn't take you to be a brain surgeon to pull the thing apart, clean it, and put it back together-"

"It's big."

-it weighs enough so it cushions the recoil but you can still carry it. It comes with polymer grip so even if your hands are sweaty it won't go flying, and it feels nice in the palm of your hand. Questions?"

"It's really big."

"That isn't a question." Casey growled. Chuck picked up the gun and magazine before Casey slapped his hands making them drop back onto the bench.

"Ow! What was that for?" chuck whined.

"You're not using the gun today; you have to learn how to pull it apart, clean it, and put it back together before I feel it's safe to let you use the damn thing."

"Ok. That doesn't sound too hard."

"With your eyes closed." Casey said with a grin.

"Casey, I don't even know how to pull apart a gun with my eyes open let alone closed."

"That's why we're going to work our way up. Now..."

-

Chuck walked out of the shooting range with his hands smelling like oil and metal. He followed Casey's directions to a room he'd never been to before. The door opened to reveal an oval room with racks scattered around the wall filled with swords, training sticks, and a variety of other weapons. Chuck looked to see Sarah standing in the middle of the room in her black mission outfit. She sent him a smile before her expression went serious.

"Ok Chuck. This is the physical tactics training room. Here I'll be teaching you how to fight with your body and a variety of other weapons. Any questions?"

Chuck just shook his head dumbly.

"Remember Chuck. In here I'm not your girlfriend anymore. I'm your trainer, and you're going to get hurt, mostly by me, ok?"

A smile broke out onto his face on hearing Sarah say she was his girlfriend, and it turned into a grin when she had said she'd be the one doing the hurting.

"You know Sarah. You're more than just a girlfriend to me right?" he said. She smiled at him before turning professional again.

"Ok, today we'll begin with kicks and rolls..."

-

Chuck walked out of the room following Sarah. He had a swollen cheek, a split lip, a limp, and just looked overly exhausted. He took a seat in the control room while Sarah fetched him an icepack for his cheek.

"Here, this should help. I'm really sorry." She said as she applied the icepack, which caused some Ow's from Chuck, but he quickly sent her back a smile, before he remembered he had a split lip.

"It's ok. You're the one who told me to duck. Just maybe next time you sit down and explain it to me beforehand, say that part twice." He said with a chuckle.

"Well you can rest a bit now, because the next thing on the list is Tactical training." She sat next to him with the remote to the control room.

"Were going to skip the basics and start you off on Advanced Tactics, the type reserved for Colonels and Generals."

"Wait, don't you think that's a bit much? I hardly know anything about military tactics."

"Well that's not completely true. Casey and I both agreed that you have some real instinct in tactics and leading, so we decided to make a point of that in your training." Chuck was knocked back a bit by that, two of the people he respected so highly in this world really thought that? He took it in.

"Alright, if you think I can do it than I'll try my hardest." He said determinedly. Sarah nearly cried at those words but quickly composed herself. She hit a button on the remote.

-

It was around 1pm, on the break that Sarah and Casey had given Chuck. He was sitting in a hallway near the control room playing around with his dad's... well his wrist computer pad. Although he had learned how to operate the basics, there were things he was still finding on it, different ways to do stuff faster, to access different systems. It was a serious piece of equipment, and Chuck was determined to master it.

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A/N: So I hope you all like. I know there isn't much in it but this chapter is all about laying the foundations, there will be more substance next chapter Also I chose the p250 as the gun because i liked the look, and no joke, 3 days after i wrote that bit i saw the episode were Chuck was using a Sig Sauer mini, how cool is that?

Fair warning. All may seem calm and fluffy, but soon everything will get a tad bit more Angsty. Maybe not straight away, but it is coming *cue evil laugh*. But don't worry folks; all my stories have a happy Ending. On your way out, please Review. I don't want to lay a guilt trip but everything's kinda full on for me at the moment, and reviews increase my mojo and give me more energy to write ^_^ Anyway I'm going to stop putting down dates for updates, because it seems i can never make them, but the next chapter IS IN BETA. So hopefully it won't be too long. Peace out.