A/N: To answer some, yeah, I don't know either where I'm going with this. Is it wrong that I'm just having fun with it? Lol. Anyway, I have some ideas but you know how it goes. I appreciate all the reviews! Oh and btw, this is still with Intersect 1.0 if that at all clears some stuff up :)

Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing, well not yet anyway. I wanna be a movie producer :) *sigh* in my dreams.

Sarah wakes up before her alarm, she lays on her back staring up at the ceiling. Maybe I should check up on Chuck, she tells herself. It's 7 in the morning, Walker, what are you thinking? I'm thinking I miss him? and I'm worried about him? Thankful that Casey took over watching Chuck's GPS and that he made Bryce stay over at the Castle the other night; Sarah closes her eyes, remembering his face from before, looking so dejected.

The knock on the door pulls her from her stupor. Hoping it's Chuck, she gets up fast but quickly grabbing her gun from under her nightstand before walking towards the door. You can never be too careful.

"Bryce?" she says, surprised. On the other side of the door, her former lover in jeans and a black dress shirt stands.

"Good morning, Sarah," he smiles and brings up a full brown paper bag from his right hand. "Brought you some breakfast," and walks into her room.

Sarah closes the door and watches as Bryce finds his way to the small table by the window. Chocolate Croissants? She asks herself, suddenly remembering when another someone brought her one of her favorite pastries. Bryce pulls out a sandwich from the bag. Taking a seat on the other side of the table, "What did you get me?"

Without looking up from setting up, "Tuna sandwich." Sarah doesn't show her disappointment but waits patiently until he hands her her breakfast.

"Thanks," she says and takes a bite. "There are olives in this."

After taking a bite of his own meal, he smiles. "Yeah, it really gives flavor to it. So I some extra in yours."

Oh, joy.

- - - - - -

"Mornin', bro!" booms Devon from the living room, shirtless-yet again, exercising on his bike.

"Hey, Devon," Chuck greets and grabs a cereal box from the cupboard. "Where's Ellie?"

"She has an early shift," he replies still looking straight ahead. Chuck watches him for a second, Devon's a fit guy and he knows it. I bet if I were as lean...and Chuck's little light bulb in the back of his head, lights up.

"Umm, hey, Devon?"

"Yeah, man?"

"Would you mind helping me get into shape?" he asks softly and focuses his gaze on his breakfast.

"For real, Chuck?" Devon says, his voice clearly showing excitement. Chuck looks up and sees Devon thinking, then catching a frown. "Damn, I'm way too busy at work. I'd be glad to help with your diet though."

Chuck feels his shoulders slump just a bit, "Oh, thanks. That'd be great."

"But," the bigger man starts, "I could recommend you to a gym. I have a friend who's a personal trainer."

He thinks about this, "Woman or a man?"

Devon chuckles, "Total female, bro. And to be off the record, total babe." Chuck doesn't know which is worse, having some sweaty guy tell him what to do or have a pretty girl watch him embarrass himself. He nods his head anyway. "Awesome! I'll give them a call sometime today, alright?"

"Yes, I'd appreciate it. Thanks again, Devon." Chuck says making his way to the shower.

"No problemo, bro."

Chuck gets in the shower and lets the hot, comforting water wash away all the stress from a sleepless night. I can do this, he tells himself. I can follow orders, fine, if it saves me from any more ridicule. Feeling somewhat more motivated, he gets out and gets dressed for another day at the Buy More.

- - - - - - -

Back at Sarah's hotel room.

"You know," Bryce starts as he cleans up the wrappers from their meal, "I'd usually stay so we could get to the fun stuff," and winks. Sarah schools her expression, not showing her disgust towards he forwardness of it all. "But I have to go and give a call to my contact."

"What for?" Sarah asks, walking Bryce out the door.

Opening the door, he turns back to her. "Just to check in with the plans, make sure there aren't any changes." She nods simply and prepares to close the door.

"Thanks for breakfast," she says politely. Bryce smiles but walks off not say anything else. Sarah closes the door and leans her back on it. Letting out a sigh, she closes her eyes. I would've actually enjoyed that if it weren't for that mop of curls setting the bar high for things like this, she thinks. Think, Walker. You're ALLOWED to have a relationship with Bryce.

Hoping to clear her head up, she hops in the shower.

- - - - - - - -

Knocking on Big Mike's door, Chuck looks down at the box of donuts in his arms. "What do you want?" says the manager. Chuck steps inside and can immediately see his face light up with the sight of the box of donuts.

"Here you go, big guy," Chuck says and sets the box on his table. Clasping his hands together he begins, "Big Mike, I need a couple days off from tomorrow. Is that okay?"

The fatter man looks up from his donut, "What for, Bartwoski?"

"An old friend's wedding," he replies with no hesitation. "Just a few days, is all."

"Fine," he says devouring yet another greasy donut. "Be sure to do your service calls for the morning, though."

"Yes, sir. I'll get 'em done."

"Oh, and make sure your Herders are getting their asses into work. Morgan too!"

"Of course, Big Mike."

"Good, now get out!" Stepping out of his office, Chuck sighs in relief. Heading towards the Nerd Herd counter to grab the folder of service calls, he's stopped short by Jeff.

"You bribed him, huh?" He slurs, clearly hung over by the way he's swaying in place. "What? No donuts for your gang?"

"Look," Chuck starts exasperated, "Jeff, just get to work."

"C'mon, Chuck. I want my fair share of treats."

"You know what? Fine," Chuck says wiping his face, "I'll but you a 6-pack at the end of the day. Just get to work!"

"Sure thing," Jeff says and steps aside. "I like the cheap ones!" He calls after Chuck goes through the entrance. Shaking his head at his work mate, he continues walking towards the Nerd Herder. Once inside, he feels his iPhone vibrate. Pulling out to find Sarah's face on the screen, he swallows the excitement and answers, "Hello?"

"Chuck, hey."

"What is it, Sarah? I have a few calls to get to this morning," he replies with no emotion. "Is there a change to the mission?"

There's a pause before she answers, "No, no. Just checking up on you." Despite last night's debacle and rough emotions, he feels flattered and his voice softens.

"I'm good, thanks. Just about to leave. You?"

"Same here." Another long pause of silence. "Well, I should let you get to work. Bye." The line goes dead before he can say anything back. Letting out a sigh, he puts the key in the ignition and stars the car. Knowing Casey is '30 yards' him making sure he doesn't get himself into any trouble, Chuck gets his services finished before lunch. He decides to head home for a quick lunch and to check in if Ellie's home.

Going through the threshold, Chuck can hear the shower going. Coming to the conclusion of his sister's presence, he heads to the fridge and fixes himself a sandwich.

"Hey, Chuck!" Ellie greets him fully clothed but hair still damp.

"Ellie," he reciprocates. "Oh, by the way, I'll be heading up to an old friend's wedding tomorrow. I'll be gone for a few days."

"Oh? Which friend?"

"Just some buddy from college. Don't think you've ever met him though," he says taking a drink. His heart sinks realizing how its so easy for him to lie to someone he used say everything to.

"Oh okay. Is Sarah going with you?" She asks with a gleam in her eye.

Chuck swallows, "Of course," he answers.

"Good." Ellie drinks some water and turns back to him. "Well, I need to get some sleep. You should probably get back to work."

"Yeah. See you, sis!"

"Oh, wait," calls Ellie before Chuck gets to the door. Scanning her purse, she pulls out a piece of paper. "Devon says he's set everything up at the gym...? Just call this number to tell them when you're coming in."

Chuck takes the piece of paper, "Thanks."

"Seriously, Chuck," Ellie says with a chuckle, "Good luck with that!" Chuck replies with his own small laugh and gets in the car. Looking at the small sheet, he sees he number and the name above it. Samantha-Rose. That's a pretty name, he thinks. Not one to call and drive, he parks at the Buy More's lot and dials on his phone.

By the the third ring, "Hello?"

Clearing his throat, "Hi, umm, Samantha-Rose? This is Chuck Bartowski."

"Oh yeah, hey! Devon said you might call. So are you planning on coming in today?" She sounds pretty too, Chuck says to himself. He coughs again, not to stutter.

"Sorry, not today," he starts. Then checking the date on his phone, he counts 3 days from now. "Can I come by this Friday, though?"

"Yeah, sure. Friday's good."

"Great, see you then?"

"Yup. Don't forget an extra shirt. I'm gonna make sure you work up a sweat," she says with a light voice. Chuck audibly gulps and he's sure he can hear her chuckle.

"Will do. Thanks," he manages to say.

"Bye," she concludes and hangs up. He shoves his phone back into his pocket and makes his way to the Buy More. Scanning the store, he finds Casey staring at him and nudges his head towards the Home Theatre room. Getting the message, Chuck follows Casey inside. Inside, Bryce is standing at the corner, talking quietly on his phone while Sarah looks through a file on the couch.

"What's going on?" Chuck asks as Bryce hangs up and walks over to the group.

"Change of plans," Bryce starts, "We have to fly in tonight."

A/N: Wow, I actually wrote another chapter. I don't know if I should continue with this though. I'm in the middle of writing a one-shot though :) I'm very proud of myself.