A/N: You guys…*blushes* Thank you all for the well wishes. I'm working hard. Three more to go, and some of you really want some violence…ya'll may need some counseling, but I'm in a giving mood. It's Christmas, it's Hans Gruber…Ch 10, Yippi Ki Yay. BTW, I never meant to imply that Stephen is dead, he's not. He's alive and …well may be too strong a term for him…He's Stephen…he's always been a bit scatterbrained. BTW, part of this chapter is MySongStory's fault for reminding me of ne71 and the team-up of Doc and Nick and what may be the funniest fic on this site, Chuck vs the Lockdown

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, and Bruce Willis is wrong.

"Earwig," Sarah said, holding it up to him. Chuck put it in his ear and moved his hand so she could look at it. "Good," she chirped.

"Are you okay, with me being a NSA operative?" Chuck asked, nervous.

"I guess," Sarah shrugged. "Are you okay with all you've learned about your parents?"

"I guess," Chuck replied, mocking her shrug.

She batted him on the shoulder, grinning. "You're not as cute as me when I do it."

"Don't I know it," he drawled. "Uh, Sarah, about Ellie and that ring, when I put it on you….you know what-"

"Chuck," she said softly, cutting in. "You're not getting that ring back."

"Oh, that's a good idea, you should give it straight to Ellie, there's a good chance I could lose it," Chuck replied.

"Chuck," she was staring in his eyes. "I'm keeping the ring."

"Sarah, that's an engagement ring," Chuck replied. She stared at him. "Uh…." Why were his palms so sweaty? Was it him or had someone turned up the heat in the chalet? "Uh."

"Listen, we need to talk, but I meant it before when I said my heart is yours. I meant it when I said you're my today and my tomorrow. Chuck, I don't know how to do this, I know that, but I also know that I want to figure it out with you."

"Sarah…why the rush?" he asked.

She swallowed. "I'm not sure you being an agent in the NSA is enough to keep Graham from messing with us. I love you, don't mistake that, and I want to be with you, but I need to protect you."

"I get it," he said, a look of disappointment on his face.

"Chuck," she began.

"Let's go you two, he's at the cafe!" Casey yelled.

"This isn't over," she said, pointing at him.

"I'm aware," Chuck replied, and walked past her. Sarah stood there, stunned. She had screwed it up. She wanted to be with him. It scared the hell out of her, but she wanted this more than anything and now…now she had worded it the worst way possible. She didn't know how to fix it. She didn't know if it was possible to be fixed.

-ooooo-

Chuck went into the cafe, and noticed Hans spot him. He went over and ordered his food, and sat, his back away from Hans. Chuck was stewing. It was bad enough the NSA and CIA kept them apart for so long, but now they were forcing him to marry her. She loved him, he knew that, and he loved her, but he was tired of the federal government always getting involved in his love live. God, the next thing you know Jill would be a Fulcrum spy. The new type of flash began, and sure enough she was.

"Casey, my ex-girlfriend, Jill is a Fulcrum spy," he muttered into his watch.

"How the hell does he know about Fulcrum?" Diane asked.

"Why is he thinking about Jill?" he heard Sarah ask.

"All of you shut up!" Casey growled. "Copy that, Chuck, anything else we should know about?"

"Graham's brother was killed by Fulcrum and that's what drives him," Chuck added.

"Ah, that explains so much," Roan said.

"Why is he thinking about Jill?" Sarah growled.

"Bartowski, for the love of Christ, do something," Casey nearly pleaded.

"Hans," Chuck said, noticing him approach. "Has anyone yet figured out you using that name?"

"Nope," Hans replied as he slid into the seat across from Chuck. "And they wouldn't have if Jenny hadn't shown up and screwed everything up." He paused. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sarah."

"Well, STANLEY," Chuck retorted. Hans glared at him. "Maybe you shouldn't be conning people."

"You know I warned her, but I am so going to enjoy this," Hans gloated. "She's a con artist, Charles."

"Former, reformed, see, we're engaged, and she told me everything, and there's nothing you can say or do that will change it."

"We had sex," Hans said smugly.

"That's not exactly what she called it," Chuck retorted.

"You're an idiot," Hans spat. "She's conning you. She never wanted to be married. She could never trust someone. Her father wanted to pair us up together but she refused because she wouldn't do that, regardless if it was for a job or not."

Chuck stared at him for a minute. "That the best you got?" Chuck asked, a warmth blooming in him. Sarah hated being fake married to Bryce, he knew that, but she wanted to be married to Chuck. Real married. Sarah Walker wouldn't do that just for protection. She did it because she loved him, and she trusted him.

"You're not good enough for her," Hans continued.

"She never threw a knife at me after sex," Chuck countered. He heard her giggle in his ear piece.

"That was a misunderstanding," Hans said, looking sheepish.

"You know you're lucky," Chuck goaded. "Today she would have introduced you to two of her friends." He heard her groan. "Punchy-One and Punchy-Two."

"She would never hit me, she loved it," Hans replied.

Chuck heard a commotion through his ear wig of people trying to stop Sarah and then he heard a door slam. "Abort, Bartowski! Abort! Walker is coming in hot!"

Chuck ignored him. "What do you say we take this outside?" Chuck asked calmly. Hans stood, and the look on his face dared Chuck to do the same. Chuck calmly went to the door and opened it to let Hans go first. "Hurry, Sarah," he muttered to himself.

They went behind the cafe and Chuck realized he had played his hand too quickly….or so he thought.

"Stanley," he heard her say as she marched toward him, more pissed off than a baptized cat.

"Jenny," Hans said, grinning, and then…then his face were turning the other way, blood flying, possibly with a tooth.

"That was Punchy One," Chuck said calmly.

"Jenny," Hans said, with no grin, and terror in his eyes. This fist caught him on the other cheek.

"That was Punchy Two," Chuck informed him.

"Jenny," he whimpered and then his eyes rolled back in his head as Chuck turned away wincing from the sickening sound. Stanley fell over.

"It's Sarah, I keep telling you," she said, glaring at his broken body on the ground.

Chuck leaned over the fallen body. "And that was her foot hitting the seven/ten split." He looked over at Sarah. "Have I told you how hot you are beating up creeps?"

"You always think I'm hot," Sarah replied bouncing a shoulder.

"But you're extra hot when you're kicking skeezy slimebucket's asses," Chuck said, grinning. He turned serious. "I'm really sorry, Sarah, I should have known you'd want to get married because of how you feel, not because of the job. I should have known it was your decision."

"How, Chuck?" she asked, honestly. "I've been so bad at telling you things, making you wonder, and I know what your mind does."

"But you do tell me," he countered. She tilted her head and looked at him. "Your actions tell me everything. Even sometimes when you tell me one thing, your actions tell me other things, but seriously, now that we're employees working together, that kinda crap can get you into trouble with HR."

"Everything?" she asked with a smirk.

"Yep," he answered.

"For the love of Christ you two, the comms are on," Casey muttered.

-ooooo-

She was lying in bed, snuggled against him, and found herself wanting to talk. What the hell had he done to her? She smirked at the internal answer to that.

"Chuck, I need you to know, I felt a little forced," she said softly.

"Wait, wha?" Chuck asked, half asleep.

"No, I'm sorry, that came out weird. The getting married thing, I kinda feel like I'm being forced and your being forced," she admitted.

"What do we do?" he asked, truly having no idea.

She sighed. "Do you love me?"

"Of course," he answered.

"I love you, and want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I don't need a ring to do that, but I feel like you do." She raised up to look at him. "But, I do want to be married to you. You've yanked down every wall I've ever put up, and I don't know why I even bothered trying to put them up."

"Well, according to this," he said, pointing at his head. "Graham, and…" he trailed off.

"My dad," she said, nodding. "Love's for suckers."

"Man, he and your mom…" he trailed off. "You know what, that's their business, and I don't need to know, but it must have hurt them."

"It did," Sarah admitted. "I have no idea what happened, but…ugh. Chuck, just promise me we never quit talking, never quit fighting for each other."

"I can do that," Chuck replied. "As for the other, I leave it in your hands." Sarah lay against him, trying to decide what the best decision was as she drifted off.

-ooooo-

They were having breakfast as the door was opened and the group came filing in.

"Did you invite company over for breakfast, babe?" Chuck asked.

Sarah gave him a look. "No, dear," she replied, shaking her head at him.

"You two," Beckman growled. "Hans took off last night, he's cleared out. You beat him up and ruined his plans. Now we've lost him."

Casey was standing there not sure what to do. He knew where Hans was since he had managed to get a tracker on him, but if he told, it wouldn't save Chuck and Sarah, their feelings had gotten in the way.

"This is why we were leery of you two having a relationship," Beckman said, waving her arm at them. "Your feelings got involved."

Chuck stood up, surprising everyone. "With all do respect, General, you're full of shit." Casey's eyes got wide, and Roan grinned. "Your feelings is what got us here. You playing games with our lives instead of coming out and telling us the truth. It's been a powder keg of emotions here that has been threating to blow for weeks."

"Well done, Charles," Roan murmured. Beckman shot him a look. "He's right, Diane. We've not treated this like a professional op yet, and yet, I believe these two can still close the deal."

"How's that?" Chuck asked.

"Where are they?" Roan asked. "You two can figure it out." Chuck glanced at Sarah, and she shrugged and patted the seat next to her.

"Got a map?" Sarah asked. Casey pulled one out, tempted to point it out to her, but he didn't dare. She studied it for a minute and groaned. "You've got to be kidding me," she mumbled. She turned to Roan. "You suspect Hans of laundering money for Volkoff's weapons through the blackmailing, correct?" Roan nodded. "I'll bet anything, they're here," she said pointing to the map.

"Why?" Chuck asked.

"It's the name of my Dad's favorite con," Sarah grumbled.

-ooooo-

Sarah was quiet the entire ride, and Chuck didn't dare say anything. She was brooding and she wasn't sure why. Was it the engagement that may or may not be on? Was it her past with Stanley and now her dad? Was it leaving the chalet? Was it him being an agent? Did she need some space?

"You're thoughts are so loud their drowning out mine," she said with a grin. He chuckled silently. "We're good," she said. "That much I know. The rest…" she sighed. "I never thought all of this would find me halfway around the globe."

"Who would?" Chuck asked. "Any idea where to look? I mean it's a small country, but it would still take a lot to question 30 thousand people." Sarah gave him a look. She had an idea but she wasn't liking it. The look on her face ended the questions as they drove on.

-ooooo-

"Just Chuck," Sarah said to the group in the two vehicles. "If this doesn't work…"

"I have a few ideas," Casey said. Sarah nodded.

She took Chuck's hand and led him inside the pub. She prayed she was wrong but she saw him quickly, sitting in the back. She approached the table, and in German asked for two Rivellas.

The man turned to her with a crooked grin. "You must be workin' darlin'. You're the only person I know that refused to drink on the job."

"The fact I was also underage had something to do with it," Sarah replied. "It's Sarah if you're wondering."

"Only you could track me halfway around the world to a pub in Liechtenstein." The man looked at Sarah and then at Chuck. "Who's the schnook?"

"Your soon to be son-in-law," she replied, with a smirk.

He nearly choked on his drink. Chuck turned to Sarah, his eyes wide. "Saaaarah?"

"Chuck, meet your future father-in-law, Jack Burton."

Chuck looked at Sarah and then back to Jack. He reached out his hand. "Please to meet you." Jack looked at Chuck, then to Sarah, and then turned back to his table. "That went well," he mumbled.

A/N: Rivella is a fruity Swiss soft drink served in Liechtenstein. For those of you that don't know, it's a small country between Switzerland and Austria, about 62 square miles and a population of around 32,000 people. I don't know how they celebrate Christmas. *mutters something incoherently about googling* Come on back next time for Ch 11, Liechtenstein, and then for the finale, Ch 12, Ghost of Christmas Future. Before you leave the site today, do yourself a favor and go read Ch 3 of Chuck vs the Fight. Guys it will shake you to the core and then warm your heart knowing there's hope. It is so good and it's a freaking masterpiece. Also, stop by and see Zettel and give the man a hug. His (Mis) Education of Sarah Walker is superb, but it deep delves and he could use all the support on that one he can get. Until next time, reviews and PMs are always appreciated.

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