Disclaimer: Standard stuff. Don't own anything. Still wish I did though.

A/N: Too lazy to write one. Here's chapter three.

Salutations and Greetings

Good Morning

Los Angeles, California

Casa de Chuck

February 15, 2009

6:00 AM

She opens her eyes and looks at the alarm clock.

It reads: 6:00 AM.

Too early, so she tries to close her eyes again, but to no avail, she finds that sleep will not come back. With a sigh and a huff, she swings her legs over the side and gingerly makes her way to a standing position. Yawning, she makes her way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Hopping into the shower, she adjusts the knob, the spray of the warm water runs down her body cleansing her body of the night before, but not the memories.

She steps out of the shower and begins to shiver, the sudden change of temperature chilling her to the bone. Quickly wrapping herself in a towel, she walks back into the room to find herself some clothes. She reaches into the closet and finds a simple pairing of a Tee shirt and a pair of jeans.

Finally dressed, she walks out to find a tall figure with curly brown hair hunched over at the kitchen table, newspaper and coffee in hand.

"Good morning."

A grunt is heard, much like Casey's, in answer to get greeting. Sighing, she walks into the kitchen only to find a full on breakfast at hand. Fried bacon still warm from the pan, scrambled eggs, and some hash brown bites sit on the counter, waiting for anybody to put their hands on them.

She didn't know whether to eat them or not, so she decides to ask, "Umm, Chuck?"

Sensing her question, he doesn't even raise his head from the paper and responds with a short, "Go ahead."

Feeling the hunger in her stomach, she moves over to the cabinet, not knowing which one holds the plates. She squints her face in annoyance and he some how notices her distress.

"Top left cabinet is for the plates. You'll find forks and spoons on the bottom left."

Turning around, she still finds him looking at his paper deeply and she wonders at how he knew. Taking his advice, she opens up the directed cabinets, and ta da, there they are in perfect order.

Filling her plate, she hopes to catch him by the table, but he is no longer there when she walks back out of the kitchen. Looking around, she finds him in the back, surfboard in hand as he walks through the home. He moves hastily, the board bumping into things as he walks through the house. Finally reaching the back, he loads it on to the SUV and takes off towards the beach already dressed in his wet suit.

Sighing, she turns back to her food and is joined by Rachel at the table.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Agent Walker."

"No need for formalities here," she says, offering a weak smile.

Rachel returns a smile and they continue their breakfast in silent, the clinking of silverware against the plate the only sound heard.

"At the beginning of the assignment, I thought my talents were going to be wasted babysitting an asset, but it turned out to be one my more enjoyable ones."

Little did Rachel know, Sarah had felt the same feelings for the assignment. Finding it boring, but as it wore on, she found it quite to be her favorite assignment out of all she has done. The thoughts bring back memories that flood her brain with sensations of better times. She sighs, but Rachel doesn't notice.

"At first, I saw Chuck as some lanky, no motivation nerd, but as I began to work with him, I found him to be quite the character. Loving, loyal, honest, things you don't find very often in the world now a days, let alone in an agent."

Sarah knew firsthand the effects of those traits on people, herself included. She smiles as Rachel reiterates his qualities to her.

"I tried to put the moves on him, ya know?"

She blanched at the statements, her face going tense and her hands gripping the table until her knuckles turn white. Rachel is oblivious to Sarah's change in demeanor.

"He shot me down every time. Of course, I didn't understand why he wasn't interested. I almost thought he was gay."

Sarah can only smile at the admission. Her body relaxes and she revels in the pleasure that he hasn't been seeing anyone since she left.

"I only figured out a couple months later about your disappearing act and I finally understood why he wasn't reacting to my feminine wiles. He was still hung up on you."

"The only thing is I don't understand why you would give him up for a job. He's loving, caring, honest, everything that is anti-Larkin. I don't know what you see in Larkin, but you made a mistake by leaving Chuck. That's just my take on it, but it's up to you to salvage the situation."

She sits up, exiting the room leaving Sarah alone once again to her own devices. Sarah ducks her head as she takes in Rachel's words. Chuck definitely is the opposite of Bryce, caring and honest. What about now though? What has she done to get rid of that? Sighing, she stands up and puts away the food, rinsing the bowls and putting them into the dishwasher.

Moving out of the room, she goes into the garage, only to find her midnight black Porsche 911 Turbo waiting for her. She smiles fondly at it, the sight giving her a familiar feeling. The feeling is fleeting as she remembers what's going on around her at the moment. Hopping in, she drives to the beach to clear her thoughts, and maybe, no definitely, go watch Chuck surf.

The Beach

Their Spot

February 15, 2009

7:30 AM

She sits down on their spot, the spot where she asked him to trust her. Memories of that day flood into her brain, their first "real" date. She was on the rebound those couple days, finding that Bryce had gone rogue. The assignment back then wasn't ideal, but it sure was an eye opener for her. She really let loose that night. She hadn't had that much fun in a long time, even her missions hadn't been that fun.

The kicker was when he said he could be her baggage handler. She nearly choked on her food at his words, and she wondered in her mind what it would be like to have met him randomly on the street or out getting coffee. She put those thoughts away as always, and focused back on the mission at hand. What a night that turned out to be.

Looking up, she finds him coming back in from the ocean, water dripping from his hair. His once lanky frame is now filled out, muscles showing in his pectorals and his arms are defined under his wetsuit. She takes in the sight of his new body, shuddering at his muscles. She just wants to feel them, but she realizes she had lost that privilege when she left. She sighs and watches him make his retreat to his car. He drives off, leaving her alone on the sand. Getting up, she moves to her Porsche and drives back to his house.

Los Angeles, California

Casa de Chuck

February 15, 2009

8:30 AM

Walking into the living room, she finds Casey beckoning to her to follow him. She follows him into Chuck's room where she finds Rachel and Chuck already sitting down and chatting. A twang of jealousy sparks in her heart, but she pushes it down and focuses on the screen.

The chatter dies down as Beckman's face appears on the screen.

"Good morning team. New intel points to a Fulcrum presence at a party in the heart of Los Angeles tomorrow night. Fulcrum plans on brokering a drug deal to fund themselves. It is the task of you four to stop that."

"Yes ma'am."

"Agents Walker and Bartowski will be attending as a couple while Major Casey will play bartender. Agent Locke will be manning the surveillance van. If no further questions, this meeting is over."

None are had and Beckman clicks off the screen, leaving the four agents to stew about the new mission. Casey and Locke leave, leaving Sarah and Chuck in the room, each looking down at the ground, neither knowing how to react at the idea of them working together again.

He looks up at her, her head still bent forward looking down and he sighs and walks out the door, leaving her alone.

Finally getting around to leaving, she walks out to once again hear the sounds of his guitar coming from the room. She sits against the door and listens to it, falling asleep once again to the sounds of his guitar playing.

A/N: R&R