a/n: This is a chuckquinn production

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

Four years ago

Sarah sat back in her chair, took her glass of wine, and swirled it around in the glass. She studied the man across from her. He hadn't balked at anything he learned; if anything, he became more intrigued. But he didn't know it all. Not yet. "If I eat one more bite, I wouldn't fit in that Cat suit. Is that what you're after… Chuck?"

She watched him swallow. "I… I feel however I answer that question, you'll use it against me," he said, carefully picking his words.

"You'd like it," she replied, quickly.

"Yeah, I would… I do…" he admitted, shrugging, an effusive grin on his face. "So, is that something you want to do?" She raised an eyebrow. "Get out of that cat suit?" His eyes widened as he realized what he had just said. "I mean, why are you in it?" He shook his eyes, mortified with what he was saying. "Please stop me, I can't fit any more of my foot or leg into my mouth."

"You're adorable," she said, watching him with a grin on her face, like the cat who had gotten all the cream. "Before we talk about me getting out of that suit, or you getting out of your suit," she paused, watching his eyes widen. She realized she could easily get used to a lifetime of all of this. "There is more to my story. I had to get approval to let you know, but once I asked, it was not only approved, but recommended." She leaned forward. "Chuck, what I'm about to tell you… it's going to affect the lives of others, so if I tell you, I have to trust you. With my life, and if you want… more."

"More?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

She picked up her glass and drained it, never breaking eye contact. She sat the glass down, still looking at him. "More," she said. It was the most sultry word Chuck had ever heard in his life.

"More is good," he muttered. "More is sooooo good."

"You have no idea," she said softly, got up, and went to the bathroom.

Chuck sat there for a minute, frozen to his chair. "I need to do dishes, something," he muttered. "I gotta do something." He got up and began to collect plates. As he was putting them in the sink to soak, two hands snaked around him and felt his chest.

"Is that really what you want to do?" she nearly purred. Chuck thought his body was going to melt, and pool onto the floor.

"Until I hear everything you told me… that… well… No," he said spinning, watching those mischievous eyes and her smile that made him weak in the knees. "No, there are many other things I would like to do with you." He took a deep breath. "I could sit and listen to you talk for hours." Her eyes lit up. "I could simply sit beside you and watch TV. I could…dare I say, hold your hand."

"Chuck…you are an absolute perfect gentleman," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself close.

"Gosh it's warm in here," he muttered.

"But, see, the things I was thinking of weren't nearly so ladylike," she admitted. "I was wondering if you'd like to make love to me?"

"YEP, I CAN DO THAT TOO!" he said, trying to keep himself under control. "But… but wait," he said, trying to make some distance between them. "I thought you said there was more I needed to hear?"

"There is, but I'm trusting you… Chuck." He knew he'd pretty much do anything she'd ever ask him, keep any secret. He knew, and she knew that he knew. He leaned down and kissed her. It started out slow, but when his tongue swept against hers, it became urgent, desperate, and needy. He felt his tie being loosened, and he hated himself for what he was about to do. But he needed to, for her sake.

He grabbed her hands, stopping her, surprising her. "Listen," he said softly, somewhat disentangling himself from her. "We need to not do this, because if we do and then you tell me, for the rest of your life you'll question it. You'll question if I'm with you only because I felt I HAD to be, not because I want to be." He reached down, took her chin with his cupped forefinger, and lifted her head until their eyes were locked. "Sarah Walker, I want you to know how much I WANT to be with you."

"I'm pretty sure I know," she said a little breathlessly. She stepped back. "I don't want to do that, but if I don't… I don't trust me."

"I don't trust me with you," Chuck admitted. Sarah gave him a smirk. "I don't even care that you know that."

"I really like that you can tell me that, Chuck. I really like it." Chuck gulped visibly. "Come on, we have somewhere to go." She walked over, grabbed her bag, and turned. "I'm gonna be honest, I hope I get to bring this bag back later." With that she sauntered over to the door, unlocked it, and walked out. Chuck realized he was still standing there.

"Me too," he muttered to himself.

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Chuck flipped through the file the second time, closed it, and pushed it back over to Graham. "So, let me get this straight," Chuck began. "The reason I can't catch the Cat, is because A) you keep making sure I don't…." …Graham smirked over that… "…and B.) she's always a different person?" Graham nodded.

"Sarah, Carina, and Zondra are all the Cat," Graham admitted. "And here's what I'm thinking: Sarah really needs a cover…"

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Chuck left Graham's office, his coat over his arm. Sarah had waited outside the entire time. "He told you the plan," Sarah said, not asked. Chuck nodded.

"I don't like it," Chuck began.

"I don't like treating you that way in public," Sarah admitted. Chuck gave her a look. "What?"

"I was talking about how we have to create a cover," Chuck replied. "I feel like you're forced."

Sarah shrugged and grinned. "So, I was thinking we're both professionals."

"Careful, that makes us sound like…." He shook his head.

"You really are adorable," she said, smiling at him. "We have to 'pretend' like we're falling in love."

"I can't pretend," Chuck said softly. Sarah's eyes went wide. He took two steps, and swept her up in his arms for a kiss. When he pulled apart, he looked her right in the eyes. "Pretty sure I already am."

A/N: Are we all on the same page? Kind'a? Reviews, PMs, they are all welcomed and encouraged.