Author's Note: Here is Chapter 3 before I go to work. My endless thanks to all the folks who took their time reading the stupid story of mine. I attempted to delete the story because of some reasons I'd rather not tell. But it's not letting me sleep at night – that is just an exaggeration of course. I'll post another chapter by Sunday. I'd like to hear it from you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck. Nuh-uh... I Basically own nothing much of everything.

Sarah Walker is not just a spy, she is a super spy. She is also smart, for Pete's sake she went to Harvard before Spy Candidate School. Even the CIA had her life planned for her since she was recruited when she was 17, she still took Harvard's entrance examinations, SAT's and GPA's to maintain. She knew damn too well what Chuck was getting in their room.

She was still torn. No it will be an understatement It would not do any justice to whatever she was feeling right now. She knew she needed time to sort out whatever it is that she has to sort out – putting name to whatever to what she is feeling right now won't do any justice, it just won't cut.

"Wait, those words sounded so damn familiar. "

She heard Chuck's footsteps near the door of his bedroom. Not that he is loud or anything but she felt something was off. Like he was dragging his way to her.

But as a gentleman's gentleman she knew that he will be the one saying the news to her and all she has to do is play her part. Nod in agreement and her five year assignment – deep cover assignment will be soon over.

'Deep undercover,' she thought, yeah – she was way in too deep

"Hey," Chuck tried to start the conversation among them two. Not trusting him brain and mouth to work flawlessly. Buy he was trying.

"Hey yourself." She smiled genuinely, appreciating his effort in doing his part on the scripted conversation of them.

Chuck don't know what is wrong with him, or the oxygen supply in the dining area – the world in general. He is a brother of a doctor and has a brother-in-law that is also a doctor, by principle he knew that he is having or somehow is about to have a panic attack. With his world crashing this will be the most reasonable thing to do.

He is letting her go.

She is the one that who will get away.

Away. He didn't like the sound of it. His mother went away when he was nine. Two years ago his father passed away. Ellie and Awesome went away for Chicago.

He definitely didn't like the sound of that.

"Again for the seven sixty fifth time I would like to describe this situation as awkward – it's like if Devon is Captain Awesome, I'll be Captain Awkward," he quipped as the last resort of putting levity on the situation. Silence would be too much to handle at this point.

"I can see that," she responded under her breath – almost a whisper. Glib isn't really one her gifts.

Chuck took a seat on the chair on the nearest left side of Sarah. Assessing his self checking if he could maintain eye contact.

He inhaled for like half a minute before trying to speak up. Held his breath long enough to gather courage to say things – God knows how much he prayed so there will not come a day that he have to say it.

"I'll marry you again, we will fix things. Start from scratch. Save whatever is left. Fall in love again, then after that I'll ask you to marry me again." He finished the last part of the sentence with his voice breaking. He is suppose so be good at this. The saying your feelings part.

He had to be strong for her. He has five years of memories with her. She has nothing.

Tears were like water in the damn that burst their way to Sarah's cheeks. At the end of a very painful day – or the near end of it. He still knew the right words to say. To make her feel better. She really wonders how he does that.

She threw a smile at him

"I'll be looking forward to that." She answered.

He gave her a full blown Bartowski smile with teary eyes. His baby browns pleading their case. Asking her to stay and not go.

An audible sigh was heard before she attempted to come up with words. Words that would somehow make him feel alright. She knew it will be a hail mary shot – but she had to try.

"I know this is hard for you, but you'll forever have my endless gratitude for keeping this easy for me."

"It's the least that I can do. You... ahmm... don't deserve this much pain. I wish I can make it all go away... "

"It's more than enough."

"You deserve better."

"You deserve the best."

"Can't you get any more ironic?"

She laughed. His effort to put levity on such things still amazes her. God knows this is not easy for her – much less for him who remembers everything. Every moment that makes them whomever they are now, he was there. He saw them all. Every heartbreak. Everything. God knows what she'll give up to have it back.

Chuck pushed the legal manila envelope that he'd been holding in the most part of their talk. It felt heavy. It felt uncomfortable. All the awkward adjective put together. It would do it justice.

"I'll take care of everything. You don't have to worry any single bit. These are just a couple of papers for our properties. Beckman was kind enough to give our money back in our frozen accounts plus the sale of Buy More is a done deal. However, the space is still ours. Subway is just leasing it. So we will still have regular income."

'We.' Maybe he got too used to using that pronoun. It sounded pleasant and accommodating.

"Chuck, you don't have to..."

"Please Sarah, it's break even. We've been this together, now that... Ummm... You're not making this easy for me... We split this into halves. We both deserve it."

Sarah took the manila envelopes. Looked at them pensively. Until Chuck broke again her reverie.

"Thirty-seven mil each. Those are papers that you will be needing. Although I have to apologize names on the accounts are both Sarah Lisa Walker-Bartowski and Sarah Carmichael. They were your picks before."

"This is too much... If I have this money why would I still need to work for the CIA."

"Point," Chuck said in a kind smirk.

"Come on, we'll make it through. We'll start all over. I won't mind doing it again."

"Thank you."

"I'll personally handle this matter. Less people involved the better. I hope I can also pull some strings to make such things easier for us. It will be over before we even know it."

"Again, I thank you enough for everything Chuck. I wish things doesn't have to end this way..."

"As much as cliché this will be... and as cheesy as it may appear. This is just the beginning. Little before you know it I'll sweep you off your feet again Agent Walker."

"Getting cocky aren't we Agent Bartowski?"

"Just kidding. We'll do better next time. We'll take our time."

"I'll give you the signed papers before I flew back to D.C."

"Yeah sure. I can pick them up. Just send me a message. Or you can drop them by or you can call me we can have some coffee or... or we..."

"Your rambling again."

"And I'm rambling again."

She finds him endearing. He is sweet, caring, understanding, selfless and for some unknown reasons – he loves her.

"Well I know I know I'm suppose to keep this to myself. But I want to let you know that I'm still hopelessly in love with you. Like. I love you, I love you. Nothing's gonna change that."

She smiled back to him. Looking directly at his amber eyes. If there was a way to kill someone with too much kindness – he is always doing it to her.

"Again, awkward."

"You're funny."

"Well, I'm a funny guy."

"It's not rocket science, I've figured it out earlier."

"Smart and beautiful. I knew I made the right choice."

There was a pregnant pause. Silence.

"Again, awkward."

"I know."

"We'll have to work on your conversational skills next time." He joked as Sarah stood up in the chair and motions herself on leaving the dining area.

She smiled again to him. Laughed softly. Levity at this situation is really appreciated.

"Wait." Chuck said. Louder and harsher than intended. He rushed to Sarah enclosed her to a Bartowski patented endearing bear hug. It was the least he could.

"Just ten seconds. Please."

He closed his eyes. Crying. Living in the now. He knows she can't stay – at least not now. Hopefully soon she will. But not now.

The hug was... no she can't find any words for it. All her walls are now crumbling down again. Her defenses are again - useless. Not working.

"I'll find you again. We'll start over." Chuck whispered in her ears

"I like the sound of that." She said burying her face on his shirt. It felt nice and safe.

"Good night Chuck."

"Good night Sarah."

And with that he let her go. Followed her through the door step. Still crying. Tomorrow they will both start again. Things will hopefully be better. Hopefully things will not be too awkward in time. They will do better next time, baby steps.

END OF CHAPTER THREE.

A/N: 364 VIEWS AND 194 VISITORS. Thanks for the support. I know you want to kill me for keeping them apart. 'Ye a little faith?" Please violent reactions and reviews are appreciated. I really need to go to work now. Let's all keep CHUCK alive.