A/N: I hadn't forgotten this one, but if you have, remember Chuck and Sarah are trying to project the cover that they aren't together...yeah, this should be fine.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Chuck sat down at his desk, and stared at his computer. What a difference 18 hours made. When he left Burton Industries yesterday, he had no idea where he stood with Sarah. Now he knew where he stood… or laid, for that matter. To wake up this morning with her in his arms… a slow sappy smile covered his face.

A knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts. "Hey, Buddy," Morgan said, with a grin. "You o….kaaaay….? Chuck?"

"Something wrong, Morgan?" Chuck asked.

Morgan narrowed his eyes at Chuck, and sniffed the air. He looked at him from different angles. Morgan walked over, turned Chuck's head from one side to the other studying it, and then he sniffed him. He back away and stared at him.

"What the hell, Morgan?"

Before he could answer, a knock on Chuck's door interrupted them. Morgan turned to see Sarah standing there.

She smiled. "I don't mean to interrupt, but I had some questions on what we discussed last night."

"Right, because Chuck is staying with the Burtons for safety," Morgan said, eyeing her, with a slow smile growing on his face. "Please, feel free to enter and talk with my best friend… conversate with my best bud in the world, who would tell me anything."

Morgan looked from one to the other. Chuck's pressed his lips together and widened his eyes. Sarah shrugged and started inside, and that's when it happened. Morgan leaned forward, and sniffed her hair.

"Morgan!" Sarah yelled.

"You…" Morgan looked from one to the other. He nodded, knowingly. "I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt," he said, looking directly at Chuck. Sarah's eyes widened. "And you," he began, pointing his finger at Sarah. "Don't you hurt him."

"Buddy, how many donuts did you have this morning?" Chuck asked.

"Five, but that's beside the point," Morgan said, heading for the door. "I'm gonna just celebrate this with you two."

"What are we celebrating?" Sarah asked.

"I get it," Morgan said, nodding. "We're doing the 'keeping it on the DL' thing," and he added air-quotes for emphasis. "I get it."

"Well, since you do, would you explain it to me?" Sarah asked.

"You two are really gonna play this game with me?" Morgan asked. Chuck and Sarah both appeared to be confused and gestured for him to go on. "Fine; he's glowing."

"I am not!" Chuck retorted.

"And I'm not talking sex glowing, I'm talking completely falling in love." Sarah slid her spy mask in place from her old profession, but inside, she was celebrating. "Two, he has a hint of a new smell on him."

"I borrowed some of Sarah's soap this morning, what is in there?"

"Jasmine, OG, not that new kind," Sarah said quickly.

"Three, you keep sliding your hand toward him," Morgan said. Sarah looked down, and saw the proximity of her hand to Chuck's. "Now, perhaps you two didn't really know, and I've let multiple cats out of the bag… or would it be multiple bags, because cats in the same bag would just fight-"

"MORGAN!" Sarah and Chuck yelled, at the same time.

"Right," Morgan said, jumping. "Anyway, I'm going to leave you two 'on the DL' lovebirds alone." With that, he sauntered out of the office.

Sarah turned to him, both hands on his desk, leaning toward Chuck. "Remember how you said I undressed you with my eyes?"

"Mhmmm," Chuck replied.

"Today is different than when I did in days past, because I have something to work with now," she replied. Chuck's eyes went wide, and she smirked, turned, and sauntered out of the office.

Five minutes later, she returned. "I forgot that I had an actual business reason to be here."

"Your business was undressing me with your eyes?" Chuck asked.

"If it was, I'd be rich," Sarah retorted.

"I'm calling HR," Chuck said, picking up the phone.

She walked over, took the phone from him, and hung it up. Sitting on the side of the desk, she turned to him, both of them smirking. "We're on the DL… you can't tell HR."

"The things I do for your father," Chuck replied. Sarah lifted an eyebrow. "It made SO much more sense in my head."

"If you say so," Sarah replied with a shrug. "I would like you and Dad to join me in fifteen minutes in the conference room. I have a presentation I'd like you two to look at."

"You do realize we've been here barely an hour, and have flirted with each other outrageously?" Chuck asked, leaning back in his chair. Sarah shrugged, came over, sat in his lap, and gave him a soft kiss. "What about the 'on the DL' rule?"

"Are you telling me Morgan is going to keep it secret?" Sarah asked him.

"We're screwed," Chuck replied, leaning in for another kiss, and not really caring if he was screwed.

}o{

Chuck sat in the board room with Jack, having just watched the presentation Sarah had given. He looked over at Jack, who was grinning, and then back to Sarah, who had her own grin. "You want me to start a game division?"

"I want you to be the creative director," Sarah explained. "The actual people who produce the game, we'll find them. But you have brilliant ideas, and I know that was your plan out of college. I mean, what could go wrong?"

"Why do you do that?" Chuck asked, groaning, and leaning forward, putting his head in his hands.

"What have I done wrong?" Sarah asked.

"I signed something with Bryce," Chuck replied.

"What did you sign?" Jack asked. Chuck got up, walked to his office, grabbed the paper that he had cursed every day since Bryce deserted him, and walked back into the conference room. He handed it to Jack. Jack read it and handed it to Sarah. Sarah read it and looked up at him. "You schnook," Jack muttered.

"Let me guess," Sarah said softly. "You're staying out of it?" Jack chuckled.

}o{

"So, the first idea I had was a group of women spies from different agencies, doing detective work, spy work, and each having different specialties," Chuck began.

"In cat suits?" Bryce asked, a glint in his eye.

"Why the hell would they be in cat suits?" Chuck asked. "I mean maybe someone who was breaking into a room with lasers mounted on the walls or something, but I was thinking something, oh I don't know, PRACTICAL, LIKE BDUS!" Chuck retorted.

Sarah snorted. Bryce glared at her. "Don't like it," Bryce said.

"Well, we do," Sarah replied. "And according to the contract you signed whoever is offered a deal first gets refusal rights. If you want your name off this project, Bryce, all other programs or games Chuck makes going forward will not have to include you."

Bryce grabbed the paper out of Sarah's hand, Chuck grabbed it out of Bryce's, giving him a look, and Sarah grabbed it out of his. "Boys," she said. "If this is going to work, Bryce, you have to go along with Chuck."

"Fine," Bryce replied. "Can we at least use some exotic locales?"

"I like that," Chuck said, getting into creating the game. "What did you have in mind?"

"What about Paris?" Bryce asked. "I'd tell you about all the amazing things, but we had a mission at night, and then I met Sarah there, and I really didn't get to see any more of that." Chuck raised his head to catch Bryce's smirk.

"Really, Bryce?" Sarah asked. "Let's stick to the game. I think we need a narcissistic asshole to be the main bad guy."

"We could call him Bruce," Chuck said, looking at Bryce.

"Probably have some really computer-smart guy, who's easily manipulated in real life, to be his boot-licker," Bryce replied. "Call him Charles."

Chuck stood up, and Bryce stood up across from him. "You know what I think?"

"Why would you think I care?" Bryce asked, leaning forward, putting his hands on the desk in front of him. Chuck mimicked his pose.

"I don't think Bruce should be the bad guy," Chuck began. Bryce smirked. "Bryce should be the screw-up agent that the female team has to follow, to clean up all the messes that he has made. What do you think of that, Bryce?"

Bryce glared, pushed away from the table, and walked toward the door. "My name is off of this," Bryce said. He stopped at the door. "Last chance, Sarah."

"Promise?" she asked, not even looking at him. Bryce walked out.

A second later, he walked back in. "You can't seriously want to spend the rest of your life here, with him," Bryce said, gesturing toward Chuck.

"Rest of my life?" Sarah asked. "I have no idea, Bryce. We've just started this, so I don't know how it will go. But you know what, he chose me. In that moment, when you ran, he chose me. He chose to be with me when it threatened his life, he chose to be with me when it would have literally been safer not to. He chose me every single time, and you never have chosen me. You have come to me when it's convenient. So, are the two of us forever? I have no idea, it's too soon for that. But I do know I mean something to him, and he means more to me than you ever did."

"You'll be sorry," Bryce said.

"The only way we'll be sorry is if you don't do your job, so, please, go do it. Like you're supposed to do," Sarah said. Bryce walked out. Sarah spun to Chuck. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Sarah, I don't expect you to say we're forever," Chuck began.

"I know you don't expect me too, but what if I want us to be?" she asked. Chuck's mouth was on the floor.

}o{

"Em," Jack said, getting up from his chair. "What are you doing here?"

"Vivian brought Molly and me to see you," Emma said, entering Jack's office. He came around his desk, hugged, and kissed her.

"Want to see what I've been doing all morning?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye. She gave him a look, but nodded. He walked her over to his computer monitor, and hit a button. Emma watched Bryce, Chuck, and Sarah, and Chuck's attempt to pick his jaw off the ground.

"Their children will be quite tall," Emma said, grinning, while watching them.

Jack snorted. "Wait," he said, and then Sarah kissed him, and Jack reached over and turned off the monitor. "It never got past PG, but they are having a terrible time with their cover."

"How long did it last?" Emma asked.

"Morgan asked me before I sat down if I knew about what was going on?" Jack replied, smirking.

"Oh, for crying out loud," Emma said. "Let's go have lunch," she said, pulling on his suit jacket. A few minutes later they were in the cafeteria. "Jack," she said, laughing.

Jack shook his head, watching his daughter and Chuck sit close together at a table, barely eating, just watching each other. "How about you get us some food and I'll remind these two." Emma nodded, and Jack walked over to them. "Mind if I join you two?"

"Dad," Sarah said, startled.

"Mr.… Jack," Chuck replied.

"Listen you two, you keep this up, Charlie here might as well start calling me Dad at work." Chuck reddened. "You two are terrible at this."

"I don't know what you mean," Sarah began.

"Morgan, and cameras in the conference room," Jack said, before Sarah couldn't walk back what she was going to say.

"It's my fault," Chuck said. "I smelled like her shampoo."

"I don't need to hear this," Jack muttered.

"I mean, what am I supposed to do, when she kisses me, push her away?"

"You aren't helping," Jack continued.

"Oh look, here's Mom," Chuck finished. Jack gave him a flat look, making Sarah burst out into laughter.

"Chuck, just remember, he's a cheapskate," Emma said. Chuck gave her a confused look. "When you start to plan your wedding." Chuck's eyes grew huge. "I'm just messing with you," Emma said.

"Yeah, Sarah's already planned it," Jack replied. Chuck looked at Sarah, who was staring blatantly at her food. Chuck looked back to Jack. "Not so funny now is it… Son?"

A/N: That Jack, I tell you...as you can see everything is FINE. Reviews and PMs are amazing, leave one if you would. Talk to you soon.

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