A/N: Hey guys. First off, thanks for reading and reviewing. Really awesome to see such response so long after the show ended. It's great to use fanfiction to keep these great characters alive. So here we go, another chapter. I really enjoyed writing this one. Quite a lot in this chapter I think, and it's all Charah. Hope you guys enjoy. I'll respond to some things at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer: Don't own Chuck.

Chapter 4: Here for you

"S… Sarah." Chuck breathed. She was frozen in place. A wide range of emotions running through her. But the small glimmer of unadultured joy that she was feeling was soon dissipating. This couldn't end well could it?

"Hi Chuck." She answered meekly, while she moved her hand from the metal object that was snugly placed at the small of her back. She couldn't help herself from smirking at herself for the week reply. No this wasn't going to end well. There was no way she could bluff herself out of this one. And she wasn't ready for him to know the truth. She had to come up with a way to get out of this with minimal damage.

She could see his face shifting. The shock had made way for a strange mixture. For a moment his face had been the one that she remembered, soft, kind, gentle, loving. But it turned to a mixture of pain, fear, anger and uncertainty so fast that she almost doubted that she had seen it at all.

"What are you doing here, Sarah?" He started, taking a step towards her while he spoke with a coldness in his voice that she had never heard before. "And how did you get in here?" He continued narrowing his eyes even further as he spoke.

She could feel his suspicion, his anger. His words were laced with them. And she couldn't blame him. If the roles were reversed, she wasn't sure if she would have been able to keep herself so composed.

Her eyes sought his, but diverted as soon as they made contact. He still had the ability to look into her soul. She had felt it, and it had made her heart flutter. Only to be replaced with her racing mind. She had to answer his question, but what lie would get her out of this one? She remembered her father, The best lies are the ones close to the truth. She sighed to herself, I'm sorry my sweet Chuck, you deserve the truth, but I can't, not yet.

"I was in town, for work." She started, once again trying to keep her eyes on his face. Although careful to avoid direct eye contact, she needed to see his response. "I was worried about you. I remembered that you once told me you love to work in the evening, so I figured why not see if you're here." She finished in the most genuine way she could muster right now. She figured her voice sounded like she cared. And honestly she did. It wasn't far from the truth anyway.

She could see him deflate the tiniest of bits. It was enough to give her hope. Perhaps, once this blasted mission was over, she could really see how he was doing. Once again, his eyes narrowed at her.

"That still doesn't explain how you got in here." He questioned accusingly. She saw a flash of memory run through his head. She knew what memory must have popped up in his head. It was one of those moments she had never forgotten either. She could still remember his warm breath on her skin as she had picked the lock of their first car together. Before she could fully dive into her memory, he took another step towards her. He was almost close enough for her to smell him now. "Did you…" he began, but she quickly interrupted him.

"No!" She nearly exclaimed. Feeling guilty for lying to him. "No I didn't pick the lock." She continued in a softer tone. She could see that he didn't believe her. She needed to sell it. "I came here looking for you. There was a light on, so I tried to open the door. I think someone forgot to lock it or something." She finished with a shrug. Please believe me she thought silently. This wasn't how she had wanted to meet him. Now she really just wanted to get out of this mess and get some sleep.

"I don't believe you." He bit at her. But she knew what he was really saying. He didn't trust her. And he was right not to. It wasn't the first lie that she had told him. And she feared it wouldn't be the last.

"I should call the cops." He said, looking intently at her as he spoke.

She pretended to flinch at his words. Though it did hurt that he didn't trust her, she only had Graham to blame for that.

"Please don't." She pleaded. "I just wanted to see if you were all right. I never meant to hurt you." She hadn't meant to let the final admission slip, but it had happened. Just the thought of how broken he must have been, how his life must have been ruined when she had shattered their dreams. She couldn't help herself as she continued. "I'm so incredibly sorry." She continued, barely managing to contain the tears from breaking from her eyes.

They stared at each other for a few seconds. She could see the pain that she felt reflected on his face. It seemed like there was a war raging through his mind. But no matter what side won, the pain was unmistakable. "Then tell me why." He whispered in a broken voice. "Tell me why you left the day before graduation."

His eyes and his voice broke her heart. His face fell towards the floor. His pain was enough to bring her own head in a state of war. She was desperate to tell him, to come clean there and then. But what if the rapports held some merit? What if he despised her for the things she had done? What could ever be achieved by telling him? There was no way they could go back was there? And even if they did, could he ever trust her?

Her train of thought was interrupted when he spoke. "You know what, forget it." He said dejectedly. "I knew that was too much to ask." He continued almost apologetically. She could barely contain the urge to smack and hug him at the same time, right there and then. "You should go."

His words alone were enough to break the dam of her tears. But his face really pushed her over the edge. She hadn't cried in the last two years but she couldn't hold on any longer. She nodded her head ever so slightly. But it was enough for him to step aside. Before she knew it she was at the door. In a rash decision, she stopped and turned around. Looking at his form, that was still facing the other direction.

"I… I love you Chuck." She choked out. Giving him more of an answer than he probably noticed. She saw him starting to turn. But there was no way that she was going to stay in there for much longer. She needed to go, and she needed to find some place quiet.

X-x-x-x-x

It had been an hour since Sarah had left, and his mind was still spinning of what had happened. He was sitting behind his desk, not feeling up to the drive back home. Seeing her in front of him had brought back all the anger and hurt, which were quick to bury the love he still felt for her. He had half expected something like that would happen. And he was relieved that some of that tension had been given the chance to escape. But this wasn't how he had wanted to meet her. Though he wasn't sure if he could really be picky about it. After all, it had been five years… and she was here, and she still loved him. Or at least she had said she did. But could she really? How can you love someone for five years and not reach out to them?

He ran his hand through his hair. Trying to get his thoughts aligned, to decide what he was going to do now. But every time he kept coming back to the same questions. What was she doing here? What did she want from him? Did she really still love him? Could he ever trust her again? And how had she gotten into his office?

Though he was pretty sure on the answer to the final question. It only brought more questions. What was she doing in his office this late? He let out a sigh, perhaps she had been telling the truth. He didn't know anymore. He allowed himself to think about the memory that had pushed itself to the surface only an hour before.

There were only a few more months left before graduation. They had agreed, or better, Sarah had insisted that they'd spent some time away from studying. She had felt cooped up for weeks, and was sure that if she didn't get out soon, she'd have a mental break down. It wasn't the first time Chuck had seen her weariness of the way the system works. And like any good boyfriend would do, he had arranged for them to get away. He had called Ellie, asking her for some advice. His sister had been more than happy to help. Though Chuck had a hunch that Ellie was hoping for more than just the picnic that he was planning. Something that he had admitted to her a week ago that he had been thinking about.

He had decided to take her to one of the parks they had spent some time before. It was somewhat secluded. Occasionally a jogger or family would come by, but they had never seen someone from Stanford there. It was one of the reasons they loved it. Next to the fact that there were a lot of gardenias in the park. Flowers that had always been Sarah's favorite.

So now they were sitting here. Enjoying some well-deserved R&R and each-others company. He couldn't help but feel his heart melt, whenever his eyes met her cobalt blues. He was still surprised from time to time of how much he loved her. He wasn't going to let her go. This was the woman that he was going to spend his life with. He knew it, and he was pretty sure that she knew it too. They had even bought a car together a few weeks ago. Which Morgan reminded him, was almost just as bad as popping the question.

"You know, as much as I've loved our time here, I'm glad when it's done." He spoke wishfully. Before he took a bite of one of the sandwiches they had brought with them. Recipe a courtesy of Ellie Bartowski. And although he never be as good as his sister in the kitchen, he was quite pleased with how these turned out.

She gave him a halfhearted smile. "I know. Me too." She replied, in a tone that would have convinced anyone but him. It wasn't for him to let such a thing slide. Not with her.

"Hey, what's wrong? I thought you were done with college?" He questioned worriedly. Looking into her eyes to try to read what was happening behind the cobalt blue curtains.

"It's just." She started, but she quickly took a deep breath to seemingly steady herself. "I'm a little scared. Of the uncertainty I mean." She continued. He couldn't help himself as he scooted himself closer to her. He placed one of his hands in hers, slowly brushing his thumb over the palm of it.

"I understand. But you have nothing to worry about." He said soothingly. "You're Sarah Walker, the most talented, intelligent and beautiful woman in the world. Only a moron wouldn't hire you." He finished. He could see a small smile on her face. He loved that she allowed herself to open up to him, and that she allowed him to comfort her from time to time. It was such a far cry from the hard exterior she had showed most other people. And like most other times, she reached up to kiss him. Ever so gently, and only for a brief moment. But it was always enough to have his head spinning.

"Thank you." She said earnestly as she pulled away, their eyes meeting each other, staying locked for what felt like a life time. Once again he could feel his heart flutter. Perhaps today would have been a good day for a question.

He shook of the thought and let a grin appear on his face. "Besides…" He started mischievously. "you could always become my trophy wife. Apparently it's all the rage in silicon valley to have one." He finished barely containing the laugh that was bubbling up. One thing was for sure, Sarah was not the type to be locked away in a home somewhere. They both knew it.

He could see her eyes turning to a glare, before she launched at him. First her left hand smacked into his arm. Then her right connected to his chest, and then he saw a light switch on in her head, a mischievous grin on her face. "Prepare to pay for what you did." She stated triumphantly. They both knew she was stronger, though sometimes she'd let him win one. Just for the sake of it.

Barely a second later she was making the most of her advantageous position. She started tickling him wherever she could reach him. She had quickly discovered In their relationship that he didn't handle tickling well it all. As demonstrated here, by his squirming. Which only made her laugh. She paused for a moment. "Say you're sorry." She demanded, threatening gleam in her eyes.

"Never." He answered defiantly. "A software magnate never listens to his trophy wife." He said smugly. Though he knew that there was no chance that he would win this, he couldn't surrender after her first attack. Where would be the fun in that?

She quickly resumed her attack. For a fleeting second it seemed as if his squirming would get him free. But there was no escaping her grip. He was going to have to ride out the storm. "Ready to apologize yet?" She said during another break.

He was about to reply, when he felt something land on his nose. Oh no, this can't be good, he thought. "Sarah did you feel that?" He questioned.

She laughed. "Oh no, you're not getting out of this one that easily." She replied pushing her finger into his chest. "Admit it." She continued sternly.

Another few drops started falling. This was not how this day was supposed to go. "Come on, you must have felt that." He stated pleadingly. It really was a good way to get out of this position, and he didn't fancy having to drive back in soaked clothes.

Her eyes met his. He could feel her strength. She wasn't going to budge. No surprise, his beloved girlfriend always wanted to win, no matter what. It was one of those things he'd had to get used to at the beginning of their relationship, but didn't want to go without anymore.

"Fine." He relented. "I apologize for my desire to take care of you." He continued defiantly. Earning him another glare and attack.

"That's not what I meant and you know it." She bit at him. The rain was really starting to pick up now. But it clearly didn't faze her at all.

He looked at her, not being able to contain the love he felt for her. "I love you." He stated. She only answered with a pointed look. Not that he'd needed it, he knew she wanted to hear him say it. "I'm sorry for saying you're my trophy wife." He continued, trying to sound sincere, when in truth he was enjoying their moment together.

She bend down, and gave him a quick kiss. "Good boy." She said triumphantly. Looking up at the darkening sky she let out a frustrated sigh. "I guess we should go." She stated dejectedly as she got of her boyfriend.

He nodded, and they both started packing up the picnic. They were done in a matter of minutes. And before long they were making a run for their car. The rain was coming down so hard that it was making their clothes stick to their bodies.

They were just a few yards away from the car, when Chuck froze in place. Causing Sarah to look back concerned. "What's wrong sweetie?" She asked worriedly.

"I think I locked the keys in the car." He answered in a shameful tone. "I'm such an idiot." He exclaimed bitterly.

The blonde gave him an apologetic look. "It's ok, these things happen. Besides I can fix this." She replied sweetly.

Before he knew what was happening, she had taken two pins from her hair, which fell down just a little. And closed the last gap she had to the car.

Chuck looked at her with wonder. What on earth was she doing? Surely she didn't think she could pick the lock did she? He moved closer, kneeling down beside her. "You really are picking the lock." He stated in surprise and with a little awe in his voice. Was there something she couldn't do?

It didn't take her long to pick the lock. And before long they were well on their way back to Stanford.

"Thanks for today." She said softly. "I really needed this."

He momentarily looked at her, with his soft brown eyes. "Anything for you honey." He stated earnestly.

"I love you." She replied, her voice oddly thick with emotions. She couldn't help give his hand a small squeeze as she did so.

"I love you too." He replied, as his mind was already thinking of the things he wanted to come.

The memory was interrupted by a soft click of the door opening. Revealing a familiar figure, with a worried look. He had almost forgot that he had called Morgan after Sarah had left. He knew he needed to talk to someone. Last time that she had left, he had wallowed in his pain alone and it had cost him years of his life. Now he wasn't going to make the same mistake.

"Hey Chuck." Morgan said, his voice already filled with concern. The bearded man had simply stopped what he was doing to come over.

"Hey buddy, thanks for coming." He replied. And he was grateful. Immensely. Before he was fully aware of what was happening, he started telling his best friend what had happened. Not leaving anything out.

"Wow." Morgan replied. "That's intense. I think you should see her."

Chuck looked at him with doubt. "I don't know buddy. I'm not sure if I can go through it."

"Chuck." Morgan started. "We all love you. We all know you love us. But there has never been anyone like her. Go after her, I'm done with seeing you like this. You even look sad sometimes during Call of Duty nights."

Chuck still didn't look convinced. So Morgan pressed on. "You wanted this for years. Who knows if you get another shot."

Chuck mulled his words. He was right. He couldn't just let her go again. But could he really go after her?

"I don't know where she is." He said dejectedly. The man on the opposite side of the desk didn't seem convinced at all, and his look reflected it. It was clear Morgan wouldn't relent till he went and fought for her.

"Yes you do." He stated with conviction. "You know her. You know where she'll go when she's upset."

He let the words sink in. His friend was right, he did know Sarah. Or at least he thought he did. He never expected her to show up her out of the blue either. But if she still was his Sarah there was only one place she could be right now. It was a place that had always been special for them whenever they would visit Devon and Ellie they would at the very least go there for half an hour. Sometimes she'd even go there alone. It was worth a shot.

"I have to go." He stated, and for the second time in less than 24hours he left Morgan in his wake.

x-x-x-x-x

The rhythmic sound of the ocean was having no trouble finding the way to her ears. The rhythm helped her find some calm in the turmoil that was rampaging through her head. The wind calmly took hold of her blonde locks, carefully taking hold and letting go, as her eyes enjoyed the reflection of the moonlight on the water. The cool of the night sky felt as a comforting contrast to how hot she felt. Not just for her skin, but also for her eyes, that were still stinging after all the tears that she had shed in the last hours.

Still she was glad she had come to this place. No matter how she felt, she could always find something for her here. Just for that, this was her favorite place in LA. It was also one of the few places in her memory that hadn't been tainted by the spy game. Though she feared that could change. After all, perhaps it wasn't the best idea to come out here. If he'd come looking for her, he'd go here. She knew it. And somewhere she was hoping for it. Especially after she had admitted that she still loved him.

But that was almost an hour and a half ago. She wasn't sure what was going through his mind. If he still loved her or that he was just extremely angry and distrusting of her. If he was considering coming over here. The last definitely still being an option. He'd always needed a little nudge, from her, or Ellie. It was why she'd been surprised when she had seen him pop up in some magazine as one of the future software moguls. She'd always been worried he'd never get past her leaving. Though she figured, Ellie must have pushed him enough.

She let out a ragged breath. Her body was still in overdrive after what had happened. She was barely containing more tears from spilling, her breathing was heavy, her heart felt shattered. Only he could safe her now. She trusted upon him to safe her. The mission was far, far away from her mind. She needed her Chuck.

Then it happened. She heard someone coming up behind her in the sand. Somehow it sounded familiar and despite her training she stayed in place. Not wanting to spook him. She felt him come closer. Relieve was washing over her. He had remembered this place. And he had come. Perhaps he hadn't given up on her, them, after all. It caused her tension to rise. Till his rich voice, the one she loved, broke the silence.

"This seat taken?" He questioned. And she felt surprise at the lightness in his tone. Just like she couldn't help the smile that came over her. Maybe he remembered more than just the place then.

"Well I was saving it for someone." She said, looking up into his brown eyes. "but I suppose you can sit here in the meantime." She finished with a small smile.

He lowered himself down into the sand. And joined her in silence. Both looking into the distance. Both clearly unsure on how to start this conversation they were both more than desperate to have. At the same time she felt her curiosity rising.

"You remember the first time we were here?" She questioned him, not just wondering, but also wanting to break the ever increasing tension.

He looked at her with such intensity that he had to look away. "Of course." He said with a soft yet steadfast voice. It caught her off guard. It meant he had come her on a mission. She felt her worry return. "I always think of you when I'm nearby."

She nodded. Of course he did. It was no surprise that he did. After all, the night had been a special moment for them.

She was not ashamed to admit it, but it had become too much for her to handle. Chuck had taken her to Burbank to meet his, rather enthusiastic sister. As sweet as it was, she had been dreading the prospect for the last week. Not just because it meant that things were getting really serious. She had enough angst when it was just about that. No going to Ellie was about things she had so little experience with. Family. Ellie was immensely important for Chuck and so she was supposed to be important to her. She just felt the immense weight of having to live a family life. She wasn't sure she could give him that. But she wanted to try, for him.

It had been everything she had been dreading. The first few hours went fine. She and Ellie had gotten along well enough. Which she admitted probably had something to do with the brunette's love for her brother and her enthusiasm for meeting the girlfriend she had hoped he'd meet at Stanford, just like she herself had met Devon, or Captain Awesome as Chuck consistently called him. And she had loved seeing Ellie and Chuck interact and the similarities between the siblings. Things had started going south during dinner. She had started feeling overwhelmed. After dinner she had excused herself and gone for a walk, and somehow she had ended up here on the beach. A place that mesmerized her.

She soaked in the surrounding, letting it calm her. She wondered what Chuck was thinking. Hoping he wasn't too disappointed in her. They hadn't talked much about her anxiety, or her family for that matter. It still felt so foreign to talk to someone. Especially since her dad… heck even with her dad.

Her thoughts were broken by a familiar calming voice. She felt her heart flutter, him coming here and finding her, it was enough to make her desire to be with him grow. "This seat taken?" He questioned softly. Making her look up to him, only to see his worried eyes and a small smile on his face.

"Well I was saving it for someone." She said, looking up into his brown eyes. "but I suppose you can sit here in the meantime." She finished, giving him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Which she was sure he noticed, just like he noticed every little thing about her.

Groaning a little, he lowered himself to the sand next to her. Sitting close enough to her for their arms to brush each other. Only that small touch gave her some more peace. For a fleeting moment he put his arm around her, and gave her a peck on the top of her head. Only to return back to his former position, causing her to miss the feel of his arm around her.

"You okay?" He questioned. His voice obese with the worry that he felt for her. Once again causing her heart to melt. She could trust him, she knew it. Perhaps, he deserved her complete honesty.

"Yeah." She breathed. "It was just a little overwhelming." She added, hoping he'd question her. She needed a nudge, she wanted it. So she sought out his eyes, finding it, she tried to will him to talk.

"I know Ellie can be a bit… enthusiastic about these things sometimes." He said apologetically. "I'm sure it will be easier tomorrow."

She kept her eyes at him as he spoke. But her face didn't change after he had finished. On most girls this might have been enough to appease them. But for her, it didn't change much of her insecurities. Still she nodded ever so slightly. It did nothing to appease him and she could see the questions forming on his face.

"What makes this so difficult for you Sarah?" He asked softly.

She took a deep breath. It was time to come clean. She knew it, she just didn't want to scare him off. But somehow, she knew it wouldn't happen. Not with him, his loyalty was without question. So she started, talking about how her parents had divorced, the "adventures" with her dad and all things that encompassed. The only thing she didn't mention was Graham, and the offer she should have refused. Even if it had brought her to him. She was still trying to find a way to get out of that deal.

When she finished, she could see his loving eyes burn into her. "Thank you for telling me." He said with such sincerity and love that, for what felt like the millionth time that day, she felt her heart melt and she could feel herself falling more for her sweet Chuck. "I am so proud of you."

She looked at him in surprise. "Why?" She exclaimed. "I'm a criminal Chuck."

"No you're not." He said firmly. "you're a victim of your father. And you turned everything around. That takes courage, and strength. And I couldn't be more proud. Or more in love with you right now." He finished with such intensity that it made her throat dry. It was the first time either of them had said the l word, both had been damaged in the past, it wasn't easy for either of them. Though they had both known.

She could feel the tears stinging in her eyes. Her words nearly sticking in her throat. "I love you" She choked. Quickly throwing her arms around him, and kissing him feverishly while the tears started to spill.

"That memory has gotten me through these last few years." She admitted quietly as she looked at the sand. It was a memory of hope for her.

She could feel the turmoil that was going on inside of him. He was looking for what to say, she knew it. She wondered if he'd go for the prize right away.

"I don't understand Sarah. If that memory is so important to you, then why did you leave? And why are you here?" He spoke with a slight tremor in his voice. She could feel his pain and anger was coming back. She needed to defuse the situation. But not even defusing a bomb was so terrifying as this.

"I'm scared Chuck." She admitted quietly. Keeping her eyes on the sand in front of her. She didn't dare look up. She was afraid those brown eyes would only cause her heart to break even more.

"Why?" He questioned in a slightly harsh tone. Causing her to wince a little. She wanted to try to open up to him. But his demeanor only added to her fears. Her instincts were screaming at her to go, not to mention that if this went south they would both be in a world of trouble with the CIA. But she didn't want to talk to him as a spy. She wanted to talk to him as his girl.

"I'll tell you." She started hesitantly. "But you need to promise me. You need to promise that this isn't the end for us. That at the very least you'll meet me again, after everything has sunk in." She nearly begged him. It was a lot to ask, but she couldn't bare this being the last time that she could see him. She could see the hesitation in his eyes. So she pushed on. "Please?" She begged him.

He relented, running his hand through his hair as he let out a breath. "Okay. I promise. But you need to be honest with me. No lies." He finally replied. His last words stung, he really didn't trust her anymore. Such a far cry from years ago.

She steadied herself again. This was harder than it had been when she imagined this conversation. She figured she never really expected to have it.

"I'm a spy." She finally spoke, so quietly that she was afraid he hadn't heard. Somehow she felt a wave of relief wash over her. This was so long overdue. "with the CIA." She added as an after-thought somehow thinking it mattered.

She could see the shock on his face. "Wait, what? You're a spy? I don't understand, how did they recruit you? When? Is that the reason that you left? Why didn't you tell me?" He fired off questions in such quick succession that it almost made her head spin.

"Please don't freak out." She pleaded, though she knew it was a lot to take in. "I need you to stay calm for me, can you do that?"

He nodded, but she wasn't so sure about it. So she decided to do what she was probably the wisest course of action. Talk, tell him the whole story, starting with the part she left out all those years ago.

"I'm sure you remember me telling you about my dad." She started cautiously, she saw him nod which she interpreted as a sign to continue. "The CIA recruited me the moment they arrested him. I was 17, still in high school. Probably the youngest recruit they ever had for a field agent." She could see the shock growing on his face as she spoke. "I didn't feel like I had much of a choice in the matter. So I agreed. And so started my life in the agency. Though they insisted I'd get an education. I never wanted to. First they wanted to send me to Harvard, but my dad and I had done a few cons there. There was too much of a risk, so I ended up at Stanford, and I met you." She continued, she gave him a sad smile at the thought of their meeting.

"At first it just felt like another con, just pretend to be a normal girl, get through classes and do what I was supposed to do. But you changed that. You made me believe that I was a regular girl, hopelessly In love with her boyfriend who she was desperate to have a future with. And I suppressed the fact that the CIA was going to come calling after." She took a deep breath. Her voice was starting to falter and there were a few tears starting to escape her eyes. Noticing her trouble, Chuck despite his darkened demeanor gave her hand a small squeeze. Encouraging her to continue. She realized, they both needed this. And he was purposefully being quiet. Something he rarely did.

"For a while I tried to get out of it." She stated dejectedly. "I even called a lawyer. But there wasn't much they could do. Graham, my boss, had only let me sign the contract at 18. I felt stuck. In the last few months before graduation, I found someone that could help me. Somehow, Graham found out, and he threatened to drag you into the CIA, if I didn't do as he said." Her voice had fully cracked, she wasn't sure if she could continue. She wiped furiously at her eyes. "He.. he ordered me to leave you Chuck." She choked.

She could see the gears turning in his head. His face contorted with the pain he felt. He still found time to brush one of the tears away with his thumb. She relished to sweetness of the gesture. It gave her a small glimmer of hope.

"Wow…" He finally breathed. The shock apparent in his voice. "I can't believe you had to go through all of that alone." He admitted. She could see he was genuine. "I just don't understand. Why didn't you tell me? You let me hope for something, for us, when you knew this could happen. That's what is hurting me right now Sarah. You didn't trust me with this" He continued with a thick voice. "And if I'm honest it makes me kind of angry. And doesn't explain why you're here now. Did you leave the CIA?"

She looked at him, but he was staring at the sea. She understood that he was hurt. But he hadn't stormed off, as she had feared. He was still here talking. It gave her hope. But there was still a hurdle to take. She was here for him, but for her job. But seeing him had changed her focus. After what she had told him, she wouldn't blame him if he didn't believe her. But she had to tell him.

"Chuck." She began, trying to put everything she felt in his name. "I'm here for you."

A/N: So I know, I suck, another cliffhanger. But it felt like a good place to end the chapter. We'll dive more into their relationship in the next chapters. Not to mention, we'll see more flashbacks during the story. Personally I like the contrast and similarities between the various parts.

As for a few things that were mentioned in the reviews. So ok, I admit, this story is a pretty much AU story. But not completely. As you see, some things are still the same. Like Sarah's back story with her dad and Frost and Orion leaving(though I'm not sure if I'm going to touch that one yet.) Someone mentioned Bryce. And as of yet, I have no plans to include Bryce in this one. Things could change of course, but I never really liked the way Bryce is used in a lot of fanfiction. A lot of people use him to try and seduce Sarah and cause friction. I don't personally enjoy that sort of thing, because I think there is more to love and loyalty than, I'm not going to screw this guy that is totally your nemesis. On top of that, I find that Bryce is often portrayed very flat in that sense. I think there is more to him than just being the douche. All be it, he is not as great a spy as he thinks he is. But so much for my little rant.

I really hope you enjoyed this one. The next update will be a bit slower, because I really need to invest some time in my thesis the next few days. But I'll see you guys soon.