A/N: Okay guys, this one is finally updated. I know it took a while, but this story was lacking interest and reviews from you guys, so I thought I'd dedicate my time to the other, more popular stories. I just wanted to thank you guys for all the nice comments and reviews I've received on those by the way, it's really a great feeling to open up the page and see such supportive, positive feedback. So, incase you forgot what happened last: Chuck and Sarah are traveling to Milan along with Hannah to catch Stepanova, smart bullet holder. Oh boy.

Chapter Ten:

Chuck absolutely loved the jet the CIA ever so kindly allowed them to use, pilot and all. Chuck noticed that the seats were made of fine leather, unlike most of the lame, cheaper airlines he'd taken before. There was one attendant, offering them drinks and small snacks, which Chuck also got completely excited for. He'd also noticed the fact that Hannah had chosen to sit on the far side of the cabin, away from Chuck and Sarah who sat side by side.

"Wow Chuck, you're really enjoying the plane ride…." Sarah commented, smiling amusedly. She found it adorable that he was so new to the high class treatment.

"Well, yeah, I mean…..I never got to fly like this since my parents left Ellie and me, and it's so cool…." Chuck replied, trying to focus on the positives of the flight rather than his parents.

Sarah's heart immediately melted at the thought of someone leaving Chuck alone at such a young, tender age. She had a rough childhood as well, but her father was always there, her support, her cushion. Without him, she would've died. She just couldn't imagine Chuck's pain.

"Do you miss her, Chuck?" Sarah asked gently, watching him.

Glancing up at Sarah he frowned in confusion for a split second. "Huh? Oh, Ellie?"

"Yeah, she sounds so nice…." Sarah added, studying his expression carefully.

"Well, of course I do. But Ellie's got a great boyfriend at home, and I know he makes her happy…so she's not alone." He told her, sounding genuinely caring about her.

"What's she like, Chuck?" Sarah asked curiously.

Chuck grinned, happy she was interested. "Well." He began, smiling. Immediately she smiled back subconsciously, leaning against him gently. "She's a Bartowski, so I guess you could say she's a lot like me. She's got the same overwhelming sense of urgency and love when it comes to family, just like I have for you…." He smiled as Sarah blushed gently, taken by his sweet words.

"Well, I knew that much when you said Bartowski." Sarah grinned, hand lacing with his.

Chuck smiled, kissing her forehead gently. Sarah sighed happily and leaned into him, as he welcomed her with open arms. All the while, Hannah watched rather disgustedly.

"So, this mission sounds like fun…" he began, thoughts once again flying to the runway mission. "I mean, she's a model." He smiled teasingly. Sarah rolled her eyes, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Who's prettier, Chuck?" she asked teasingly.

Without a single moment of hesitation, Chuck replied confidently, and genuinely. "You of course. She doesn't hold a candle to you Sarah…" he told her softly, eliciting a soft smile from her, making her heart melt yet again.

"Good to know I'm still wanted." She chuckled, as she kissed his jaw gently.

"Always." Chuck replied contentedly.

"So, what's the plan….?" Chuck finally asked, knowing full well that Sarah was the leader.

"All we have to do is sneak into her hotel room, find the bullets, and get out. No harm done." She replied, sounding professional, and quite sexy, in Chuck's opinion.

"Sounds easy enough..." Chuck nodded. "Why did you request two days for the mission, then?" Chuck asked, watching her eyes.

"Well, Milan is a gorgeous place…." Sarah smirked, as Chuck grinned.

"Yeah, if we ever get to leave our hotel room." The two laughed, embracing each other once more.

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Bryce sat, watching boredly as Casey sat at the front of what was supposed to be seduction training. Sighing, he rolled his eyes. Bartowski was sexing it up with Walker in Milan, and here he was, with the 'boulder' in a small room, filled with men who were expecting a certain blonde or brunette.

Casey grunted. "Got a problem, Larkin?" It was the first time he'd actually spoken in a while.

"Well? Uh, aren't we gonna learn something?" Bryce asked, immediately regretting the words that left his lips.

"Oh, that's it, huh?" Casey smirked. "You want to learn something?"

"Well, yeah." Bryce smirked, gaining confidence.

"Okay." Casey smirked. "Get up here." Bryce rose, standing before the class.

"Take that kid-." He pointed to a gangly kid in the back. Immediately, the poor guy rushed up. "-and demonstrate how you'd kiss a mark."

Bryce's jaw dropped. "I….uh….excuse me, what?"

Casey smirked. "You heard me, Larkin."

"But….no, I…I can't…."

"No?" Casey gave him a mock frown. "Well, looks like you owe me some for speaking up."

"But, I didn't-"Bryce began to protest, completely unhappy.

"Get back to your seat." Casey grunted with a smirk, fully enjoying his little torture round.

Bryce did as he was told reluctantly, sitting with a huff.

-0-

"This place is incredible." Chuck grinned as he, Sarah, and Hannah were cruising through the streets of Milan in a taxi.

"Yeah, it's beautiful." Sarah agreed, glancing out her window.

"We're supposed to be staying in the Pierre de Milan…" Hannah replied from the front seat, simultaneously checking her phone.

"Hannah, do you speak Italian?" Chuck asked in awe.

"No, but French…" she winked, and he smiled. Sarah glanced out the window. She could speak all kinds of languages.

Arriving at the hotel, the spies got out of the cab, paying the driver and grabbing their bags. Heading up to the check in desk, Hannah went off to the bathroom while Chuck and Sarah handled check in.

"Buon pomeriggio, sei il check-in oggi?" the kind looking lady behind the front desk asked.

"I'm sorry, we uh…." Chuck trailed off momentarily.

"I'm sorry, is English better, sir?" she smiled apologetically.

Nodding, he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry…"

"Not a problem sir. Are you and your girlfriend checking in to one room?"

Smiling at Chuck, Sarah nodded. "Yes, with one extra room for our friend."

Chuck gently slid his arm around Sarah's waist as they spoke, and the two were enjoying their free couple time fully.

As Sarah handled the talking, Chuck turned his head to glance around. He was impressed. The entire main hall was decorated beautifully, and the ceiling was painted divinely, depicting angels, clouds, and brilliantly colored flowers.

It seemed to be a busy hotel, bustling with happy, laughing couples, families, and even a few children deeming it safe enough to play without supervision. He noticed a restaurant sign, and then a ballroom sign.

'Bingo. That's where we'll be tonight.' He thought to himself as Hannah returned. Sarah tossed her a keycard, as they were in separate rooms and left.

Going up in the elevator with only Sarah, Chuck gently kissed her cheek. Smiling, she glanced up at him. "What's up?" she asked gently.

"How'd you get us the same room? I thought the agency doesn't know about us…..?"

"I spoke with the lady at the front desk, telling her there was a mistake in our reservations….weren't you listening?"

Cheeks turning slightly red, Chuck laughed. "Well uh….no. Honestly, I was staring at the ceiling." He replied cutely.

Sarah laughed, finding his awe and wonder of luxury so adorable. "Its okay, Chuck. It was beautiful." Laughing, he opened the door to their room, allowing her to go in first like the perfect gentleman he was.

"Wow, Chuck, take a look at this view." Sarah told him as she moved the curtains slightly, taking in the gorgeous sight of Milan and the river going through it.

"I know, right…?" Chuck replied genuinely. But upon turning her head, Sarah discovered he was smiling at her. "Not to be cheesy, or anything….." he laughed awkwardly.

"Chuck, that's never cheesy. It's sweet and adorable…" she smiled as she leaned up to his lips. Smiling against her lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his going around her neck in their favorite kissing position. As things heated, they gently stumbled to the bed, Sarah falling on top of him as they continued, not once stopping to take a breath.

"Can't Hannah handle the mission?" Chuck groaned as his phone beeped, telling them they had three hours until the party, where Stepanova would be making an appearance.

"Well, she'd still need someone to pose as her date." Sarah replied, relaxing on top of him.

"I'm her date?" he asked, surprise crossing his expression.

"Well, since I'm coming, no. But if I wasn't that'd be the case." She explained, smiling as he sighed in relief and kissed her.

"What, are you scared you'll fall for her if I'm not there?" she teased, as her smiled against her lips.

"No, of course not. How could I?" he grinned. "I already have an angel."

"Mmmm. Good answer." She laughed as they shared one last, tender kiss, before rising to begin getting ready.

"So, what's the plan for tonight exactly?" Chuck asked, sitting on a comfortable chair by the window.

"Well, I've been told that she's working for some people in the higher up's, who've designed the so called "smart bullets". So we're guessing that she's here tonight to make a deal. She'll have the weapons on her."

"So how do we get them discreetly?" Chuck asked, nodding.

"Well…" Sarah frowned. "Hannah thinks it'd be best if you got them off her. She thinks seduction is better. I say you can pick pocket them right out her handbag." Sarah replied.

"You don't think I can seduce her?" Chuck asked curiously.

"No, Chuck, it's not that it's uh…I don't really want you to." She admitted.

"Ohh." Chuck suddenly realized what was bothering her. It was jealousy. He was so damn slow sometimes. Smiling, he glanced into Sarah's eyes.

"Shut up." She grinned back, leaving to take a shower.

-0-

"Are you ready yet?" Chuck groaned. An hour and a half had passed. Sarah had collected her outfit, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door.

"In a minute!" came her reply from behind the door. "How do you think I get to look like this?"

"Natural beauty?" Chuck quipped.

"Wow, someone's trying to get lucky tonight…." Laughed Sarah, as Chuck joined in.

"So can I see you yet….?" He pleaded cutely.

"No, go get Hannah. See if you can spot her at the party. I'll be there when you arrive .We can talk with the comm. link. Okay?"

"I guess…." Chuck replied, crabbing his gun and slipping it into it's holster hidden below his suit pants. Glancing in the mirror, he smiled. He didn't look half bad in his elegant suit and watch combo, now short hair styled up and back. He looked like he might actually belong with Sarah for once.

-0-

Chuck glanced down at the party from the staircase where he made his entrance. Hannah had already slipped in without him.

"Any sign of Sophia?" he heard Sarah's smooth voice over the other end of the link in his ear. He smirked as he spotted her in the crowd easily. She was by far the most gorgeous girl there.

"No, not yet. Strapless Versace? Very daring Agent Walker." He told her seductively.

"How much project runway have you been watching?" She teased softly.

Chuck smiled as he approached her, as she greeted him with a soft peck on the cheek.

"Hannah, any sign of her?" Sarah asked ever so gently over the comm.

"Not yet, but I'll stay sharp." She replied, on the other end of the party.

After taking a sip of her drink, Sarah spotted the blonde at a table near the bar, purse in hand.

"There she is." Sarah said quietly, glancing over Chuck's shoulder to see her.

"I see. I got this." Chuck strode off to her, trying to prove his worth to Sarah, as she notified Hannah that they'd found Stepanova.

Sarah watched anxiously.

Sneakily, Chuck stepped up to the purse she'd left at the table. Sarah frowned. Why would she carelessly leave the purse there?

"Chuck. No!" she whispered loudly into the comm. Too late. He'd already picked it up, and a silent beeping began.

Running over, Sarah told Hannah to stay put as she yanked Chuck aside.

"What's going on, Sarah, is that a bomb?" He asked nervously, clutching the bag tightly.

"Yes and there's a pressure sensor, so do NOT let go, understand?" she was in full agent mode.

"Let me see it…" Sarah zipped the bag open as Hannah tailed Stepanova out the room. "Shit." She cursed as she glanced over the wires. There was a small metal device, with a small clock counting down on it. Thirty seconds.

"What?" Chuck asked quietly.

"It's got half a minute left. I don't see any way to defuse it…." She sighed nervously. Chuck squeezed his eyes shut and kissed Sarah lovingly. "Bye Sarah….." he said quickly.

"Chuck, what are you talking-"he cut her off, speeding outside, past the garden, lit only by small night lamps.

"Chuck!" Sarah cried, desperately as she chased him quite well, considering the fact that she was in tall heels.

"I know what I'm doing!" he stopped, using one hand to pluck a wire firmly. Pulling it up, he tried to bite it with his teeth. He could hear the final five beeps. Five…He tried hard, tearing through the rubber. Four…..He could taste a metallic flavor as her tried desperately to disconnect it. Three…..Two…His last thought was of Sarah. With a final, determined snap, he cut the wire.

Panting, Sarah caught up, waiting to be blown up into a million pieces.

"Chuck…." She breathed, blue eyes teary, finding solace in his chocolate orbs.

"Sarah, I'm sorry, I just…."

Pulling his lips to hers, she attacked them with a passionate flurry, forgetting everything around them. Together for minutes, the two fought for dominance, her arms going around his neck in a perfect fit, as his slid around her waist, they way they liked it.

Breathing hard, she put her forehead to his. Smiling, laughing, and crying all at once. "Chuck Bartowski, you are such an idiot." She told him. "But, I….I love you."

Grinning against her lips, he whispered to her with the utmost affection. "I love you too, Sarah Walker."

Grinning like idiots, the two just stood there for a while, savoring each other's presence. "You could've died, Chuck…." She breathed gently.

"But I didn't. I'm fine, see?"

"I know, I just…..I didn't know what I would've done….."

"It's okay, Sarah. Everything's fine." The two hugged, embracing each other tightly. Sarah's earpiece suddenly crackled to life.

"I lost her, but I got intel before. You guys alive?"

"Yeah…." Sarah nodded, event though she couldn't see. "Disaster averted."

A/N: Okay, nice little development chapter. More to come, hopefully sooner! If you did enjoy this chapter, I'd love it if you took a minute to leave a review! I always read them, and they help a great deal in making the story! Thanks a million for reading and reviewing. As always guys, have a good one.

-LLC