A/N: Details of the sequel are appearing on my profile. Once again, I don't own Chuck, but I'm 108% sure that if I did then it would be a LOT different to how it is. This is for your support- a chapter I wanted to work in later is happening now. Enjoy!

"So Bartowski. Shall I kill you now or later?" Casey yelled as they stood together on the golden sands of the Isla Solero. Sarah was lying down in the shade of a palm tree as they watched the cruise ship slowly disappearing into the horizon.

"Casey, this wasn't my fault. And we can't blame Morgan for being manipulated," Chuck moaned quietly, watching as a crab scuttled its way across the beach.

"Yeah well it doesn't help that you compromised yourself and Agent Walker in front of the wire,"

"I didn't know he was wired!"

"Both of you shut it. Please. Casey do you still have your cell phone?" Sarah pleaded miserably.

"Left it in the room with Alicia during the sex,"

"Do you even know this girl's surname Casey?" Chuck stood up, anger running through his veins. They had failed Beckman. They were trapped on a deserted island whilst the cruise ship ploughed on towards their destination.

"She never said. It's not a question you generally ask when she's sucking your—"

"Both of you shut it please! We need to work together to escape this one. What equipment do we have?"

"Other than the Intersect. Nothing," Casey growled.

"Oh man, this is like a crappy remake of Lost,"

Sarah stood up, watching as the cruise ship had stopped in the distance. She couldn't tell from here, but she'd swear that a body had just been thrown overboard like they had been. She dripped sea water all over the beach, and laughed slightly. No time to have mind-blowing sex this time.

"I'm guessing we become like the Robinson family and enjoy life on the island," Chuck offered, watching as the prisoner swam across the Caribbean Gulf towards the island.

"Isla Fuerte is 30 miles in the distance. We've got no chance of getting there in time. Weiss is going to collect the nuclear plans and launch a missile at America," Sarah said glumly.

"So I guess we just wait,"

*

An hour later and the man emerged onto the golden sands. Team Bartowski had their backs turned initially- Sarah and Chuck lying together in each other's arms in desperation whilst Casey was attempting to build a sand castle. But then the man had coughed, and their attention flickered. It was Raiff.

*

"What the hell do you want? Weiss send you to finish us off?" Casey offered, well aware that he had no weapon to dispose of the Fulcrum agent. Just his hands.

"You never gave me a chance to explain did you John. My name's William Raiff, and I'm an undercover French agent who was sent to keep an eye on Fulcrum. Whilst you guys disposed of the bulk, I was the one who was left with clearing up the European mess,"

"What the fuck?" Chuck stood bewildered. And then the look of realisation dawned on his face. How Raiff had happened to know about the bomb. And why he wasn't in the Intersect as being undercover. Who'd want their file to be listed as UNDERCOVER agent anyway?

"So it wasn't you that planted the bomb?"

"Au contraire, I assumed you were Ring agents sent to blow up the ship,"

"So now what?

"Lucky for some, I have access to a mobile phone which has the numbers for the French Federal Agency. So, do you guys want to phone my boss or shall I?"

*

Raiff jogged back across the sand with the mobile phone in his hand. Chuck and Sarah were still lying in the sand, whilst Casey had moved from making sandcastles to skimming pebbles into the sapphire waters.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news first?"

"Good. This day surely can't get any worse,"

"Well a speedboat is on it's way…"

"Oh fantastic. We can tell Beckman we're going to live after all," Casey muttered sarcastically at the newcomer.

"From Washington. ETA in 5 hours,"

"Oh wow. So what are we going to do in the next 5 hours?"

"Sarah, do you want to come for a walk with me please?"

*
They walked slowly through the same jungle path as they had previously. Casey was left discussing politics with Raiff (I'm telling you, Obama is a much better president than Sarkozy)

"Chuck are we doing anything in particular here?"

"Sarah, I was thinking, we're probably either going to be stuck here for a long time or we may die when we're trying to liberate America or something, but I wanted to talk to you about something privately,"

"If this is about where babies come from Chuck I'm sort of busy working out a way we can take out Weiss,"

"Actually Sarah it's a lot more different then that. See I was wondering about me and you and how close we've been since we've been dating, and I can't help but feel that something's missing,"

"Chuck if you're wondering about the Bartowski sandwich then its back in California I'm afraid," Sarah laughed, not looking at her boyfriend as she scanned the horizon.

"Actually Sarah it's more serious than that,"

Sarah turned around and saw Chuck bent on his knees in the sand. In his hand he held a red box.

"Sarah, I want to spend the rest of my life with you," Chuck asked, before slipping in the sand and landing flat on his face.

"Chuck, this is incredible. I didn't realise… of course I'll marry you,"

Chuck simply grinned at the sight of Sarah's face as he slipped the ring on her finger. They hugged in the dying Caribbean sun, watching at the area where the Isla Solero stood.

And then from the distance an explosion lit the night sky, sending sound waves hurtling towards them. Casey and Raiff appeared over the ridge and ran down towards them.

"Casey, Chuck wants me to marry him,"

"Great. We can leave the love-shit aside for a moment. We need to go now. Fuck the speedboat, we need to get to Isla Fuerte now. Hope you don't mind a little swim Walker,"

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Coming up: Showdown with Arnold Weiss on the Isla Fuerte.