Thanks for the reviews and praise so far. It puts a smile on my face every time I read it. They really do mean a lot to me. I'm just as surprised as you all that I'm updating this even though I said I was taking a break. This chapter does have some fairly heavy nudity but I tried to keep it as prudent as possible without going into "unnecessarily awesome" detail lol.

I do not own Chuck.

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Chuck is having probably the most wonderful day of his life and it is only a couple hours after noon. He is just relaxing on his bed as he thinks about how amazing this day has been. He had a great surprise birthday party that was just awesome. The cake was shaped like an Xbox 360 for goodness sake! But by far the best, most exhilarating present was the simple kiss on the cheek and hug by the beautiful Blonde after hearing her angelic voice for the first time. His mind is still running wild and his heart beating fast from the intimate moment. She was so sweet and gentle that it almost scares him how strong she can be. She must be some kind of fighting expert because she can easily break his wrist like a twig, yet be some type of angel with the softest touch and calming voice. He is just enjoying how much fun he is having with all these people appreciating him and not taking him for granted like the Buy More always did.

His phone ringing breaks up his internal musing and looks down at the phone. A pictured of a smiling bearded man appears and Chuck smiles brightly as he answers the phone, "Hey Morgan." It's been over two weeks since he last talked with his best childhood friend.

"Who is she and how did you meet her?" Morgan demands quickly with a serious tone.

"What?" Chuck sputters out in unexpected fashion. "Isn't it like midnight there?" Chuck asks with a light chuckle.

"It's like ten thirty-ish," Morgan answers quickly. "So, are you going to tell me who Vicky Vale is?"

"Vicky Vale?" Chuck's brow furrows in confusion. "Did you not notice the cake?" Chuck asks.

"Don't tell me she's actually just a cake," Morgan sighs with disappointment rising in his tone. "That's just cruel, man."

"She? No, she's real," Chuck has a huge smile on his face after remembering the intimate exchange earlier as he hears Morgan sigh in relief through the phone. "I'm talking about the Xbox in the middle of the picture. That's a cake."

"Really?" Morgan says with complete surprise. "That's a cake? You're not just screwing with me, are you?"

"Nope," Chuck has to stifle a laugh in his tight grin.

"It looks so real," Morgan announces in awe. "It should be on Cake Boss or something."

"That's what I said," Chuck laughs at how similar their minds are.

"That's truly amazing."

"I know," Chuck smiles proudly. "Ellie found a bakery here that made it."

"That's awesome. Happy birthday by the way," Morgan says happily. He does miss his best friend more than anything else, but knows that he needed to get away from everything unfortunate that has happened to him.

"Thanks buddy. How is everything at the Buy More?"

"It's fantastic," Morgan cheers in an overly enthusiastic upbeat tone. "Big Mike gave us all raises and free TVs and everything is just dandy." Morgan scoffs before becoming truthful. "It's the same old boring thing. Jeff and Lester are thinking of making a band. Anna is still super sexy. And Skip's afro is no more. Now, are you going to explain to me how you go to Thailand and find the hottest girl in the world… in Thailand!" Morgan asks in disbelief. It is so unfair that Chuck gets to meet this gorgeous blonde bombshell in Thailand when Morgan is only a five minute drive from Los Angeles, which is pretty much Hollywood, which is where all the beautiful blondes should be.

"I honestly don't know how to answer that," Chuck states with a tiny chuckle as he really ponders who she is.

"I need details!" Morgan demands in the phone as he slaps his hand with each subsequent word. "Name, birth sign, size!"

"I don't know," Chuck laughs at how quirky Morgan can be. He really does miss his best friend.

"How do you not know her name?" Morgan asks in disbelief.

"She is…" Chuck thinks for the right words as he can no longer say she is mute or doesn't speak. "…quiet," he finishes cautiously. "She doesn't really talk much and hasn't told me."

"You're at least hitting that, right?"

"Hitting that?" Chuck mocks Morgan's term for sex. "No, I'm not hitting anything," he deadpans. "I actually found her nearly starved to death a few days ago."

"Really?" Morgan's voice rises with intrigue. "She is American, right?"

"Yea."

"Did she get separated from her tour group or something?" Morgan asks curiously.

"I don't think so but I honestly don't know. I told you, she doesn't really talk."

"Wow, you do like her though, right? I mean, how can you not. Just look at her."

"I guess I do like her," Chuck shrugs as he tries to dance around the truth of the answer. He was not expecting to get into a conversation about her with Morgan at all. "She seems nice and sweet, but kind of scary."

"What do you mean scary?" Morgan asks with a furrowed brow.

"I don't know," Chuck sighs. "It's just she's a bit jumpy and kind of nearly broke my wrist… twice."

"Twice?" Morgan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Yea," Chuck sighs as he rubs his temples with his free hand. "I don't know. She looks like she's had her fair share of fights."

"So you're telling me she is not only deadly beautiful, but beautifully deadly?" Morgan asks in disbelief.

"I don't know from firsthand experience, but that is one way of putting it," Chuck lets his smile creep into his tone at the joking manner of Morgan.

"That's pretty awesome. Speaking of Awesome, how is he and my future wife?"

Chuck snorts at Morgan's joke about Ellie. Morgan has always been in love with Ellie since they were six years old. He even brought her pillow as his date to Junior Prom. "They're doing great. The patients are getting along with both of them and Devon is trying to get me to work out," Chuck says the last one with hopeless dread.

"Everyone knows computer nerds aren't athletic," Morgan answers like it is obvious.

"I know," Chuck says with the same obvious tone. "But you know how Awesome is. He has to always do something awesome even if it is saving a patient's life, flossing, or training his unofficial brother-in-law."

"I know what you mean, dude," Morgan smiles brightly. "I wish I could talk more but Big Mike wants me in early tomorrow," he states in a slightly sad tone.

"Alright buddy," Chuck smiles sadly. "It was great talking with you and call whenever you want."

"You too… and happy birthday."

"Thanks buddy."

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Three men in beige military uniforms are walking north as directed by their leader. They aren't completely sure what they are looking for, but were assigned to walk north. What are the chances that the Blonde took this route? There are essentially unlimited possible ways she could've escaped the compound. What if she went west for a few miles and then south? They don't really believe they are going to find a single person in a country filled with 65,000 people, not to mention the vast miles and miles of jungle around them.

"This is pointless," one of the men states as he kicks a rock into a creek and makes an odd sound that goes unnoticed to him. "The bitch is gone."

"You're probably right but we cannot just return and say we didn't find anything. He would probably kill us," another man states.

"Will you guys shut the fuck up?" The last man says as he kneels over the creek next to where the rock landed. The other two men instantly stop talking and look at the man kneeling over the creek. "What would a plastic bag be doing here?" The man picks it up and inspects it.

"Trash," one of the other two men state like it is obvious.

"No," the other standing man states with widened eyes as he realizes what it is. "I know what that is. It's one of the cocaine baggies the Boss uses!"

"And the Blonde stole the Boss' cocaine," the kneeling man stands up with a smirk on his face. "We're heading in the right direction."

"Should we go back and inform the boss?"

"No, that would just make us lose a day and give her more time to keep running. We do this on our own and we'll look like heroes to the Boss," the man smiles wickedly.

"I like that plan," another man matches his smile.

"We keep heading north."

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The Blonde walks through the hallway and into the living quarters where Chuck is holding a jumble of clean folded clothes underneath his arm. He smiles up at her as she enters. "Hey," he says softly. "I'm gonna take a shower," he fiddles with the clothes to support his statement.

She gives him a soft grin as she had the exact same intention to take a shower. She looks over at her bed and sees the clothes neatly folded with the necessary cleaning products on top of the blanket. She glances over at Chuck to see him pull out a disposable razor and some shaving cream. She bites her lower lip in jealousy and contemplation.

"Well, see ya later," he quickly waves and leaves the room before she can ask to borrow them.

She squeezes her eyes shut as she has never froze like that. She doesn't know what came over her but she is about to fix it, no matter what she needs to do. She grabs the clothes and heads for the bathroom.

As she walks into the community bathroom, she hears the rightmost stall shower start and she sees steam slowly clouding over the top. She wants that razor and doesn't know how to go about getting it. She could knock and ask him, she could wait for him to finish and then ask him, or she can do what she honestly doesn't know what caused her to do.

She strips down to just her underwear while making sure no one else is in the bathroom before quietly sneaking into Chuck's stall. She knows this is probably the dumbest way to go about this, but she doesn't know what is affecting her. Her judgment is completely clouded by envy and it isn't letting her mind think rationally. In what felt like mere seconds, she was already completely nude right behind the wet, naked Chuck who has yet to see that she is in there with him. If anyone is going to see her naked, she would like it to be Chuck because he would never make fun of her and appreciate her for what she is. She can't help herself as she peeks down his drenched thin back as he runs his hands through his hair; his back muscles contracted to form an attractive bulge of muscles. Her eyes follow his spine down until she is staring at his dripping wet ass. A small smile creeps on her face, that's an ass I can watch every day.

She quietly places her clean clothes next to his and sees him holding the razor. She gently steps up behind him and wraps her left arm around his body and softly palms the middle of his chest; water now cascading over her too. He freezes completely as he looks down at the arm and feels two soft pokes equally apart prodding him in his back. He quickly notices a scar on the back of the palm and knows only one person in this clinic who could have a scar there, the Blonde.

"Chuck?" She asks so quietly, he can barely hear it over the loud splashing of the cascading water. Her hair is slowly weighing down with the unending flow of water.

"Y, yea?" He stutters as he finally realizes he is completely nude with this woman he barely knows touching him. A blush quickly starts creeping up his neck and stinging his cheeks into a bright red.

"Can I use the razor?" She asks in the same shy quiet tone as she keeps her hold on his chest and presses her breasts a little deeper into him.

"Um, well, uh, yea, I guess," he stutters nervously as his mind now drifts off thinking about her body. Her beautiful, tight, toned body with her perfect sized breasts and her nipples are depressing into my back... Get a hold of yourself! He scolds himself quickly. He reaches his right hand just over his right shoulder and hands her the razor. "Um, do you want me to um leave or something? Like do you want your privacy?"

She likes when he is nervous. He always gets flustered and cute with how he tries to explain something but has to pause every couple seconds to rethink his strategy. "No," she whispers as she lays her cheek on the top of his back for a few tranquil seconds. "I want you to stay."

"Um okay," Chuck says for lack of a better way.

"I know I'm ugly—" She starts with an embarrassed tone before Chuck cuts her off.

"No you're not," he quickly blurts out truthfully like it is the easiest thing to say and he oddly feels an instinctual need to protect this woman in any way he can. Where he grew the courage to speak so seriously, let alone speak coherently escapes him.

"Thank you, Chuck," she tightens her hold on him while still using a soft tone. "Just don't make fun of me, okay? I haven't been able to shave in two years."

Chuck, more than anything, wants to ask why she hasn't as it could pertain to her body being scarred, but he files the information into the recesses of his brain for later use knowing how hard this must be for her. "I won't," he says softly in a caring tone that slowly melts her heart. She can hear the seriousness, yet gentleness in his tone and it means so much to her. Her grip on him gently eases and he slowly rotates until he is staring her right in the eyes. Their eyes lock and he doesn't know how, but her cerulean oceanic eyes keep him so mesmerized, he barely realizes they are both completely nude and a part of his anatomy may or may not be touching her right now. By this time, he doesn't even realize water is still showering down his back.

"Shaving cream?" She asks with a small smile.

"What?" He finally breaks out of the trance her eyes always put him into. "Oh yea," he blushes deeply as he turns to pick it up and hand it to her. He finally gets a brief peek at her completely nude body. The tan lines along her upper chest are so prominent and her pale skin is ghostly white that she looks like she is still wearing a tank top. But this doesn't detract from her beauty in any way. Before he is caught staring, he quickly hands her the shaving cream and looks at the ceiling. She sneaks a peek down and sees him and all his glory. She bites her lower lip at seeing the large muscle not completely flaccid but not quite erect. She isn't sure if he is getting turned on by her, but she is actually starting to feel turned on by him.

"Is it okay if I use it for…?" She trails off embarrassedly as she points down towards her crotch. Chuck follows her finger until he sees the large black bush around her ghostly white pubic region. The hair has grown to fairly extreme lengths in his opinion but once again, nothing can match her beauty. He barely notices the prominent tan lines along her upper thighs before quickly looking up while blushing furiously. She thinks he has never looked more adorable then now, but she would never force him into such a struggle between his chivalry and male needs. She lets out a little smile at his reaction.

"Oh yea! Sure, do whatever you need to," he quickly spurts out loudly as he is still nervously trying to fight his own male instincts so he looks up at the ceiling again.

She steals one last glance at his face and can see the turmoil on it. He is trying his best to be courteous and modest, but he is fighting demons that don't surrender easily. "It's okay," she gently caresses his cheek with her hand and leads his head downward so it is no longer straining for him to look up. She was always a little shy about her body but she learned to hide that behind her multiple personas as a spy. The odd thing is that she doesn't feel like she is pretending to be anyone else. This is the most real she has ever felt.

His eyes slowly rest on her gorgeous face and he cannot complain with the sight. He is only staring at the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, including movies and television. "Are you sure?" He asks softly as if he's gotten past the nervous stage and now just wants her to be as comfortable as possible.

"I haven't done this in a while," she looks away embarrassedly. "I don't want to mess up."

"If you need any help, I'm right here," he states in a calming confident tone that has no humor or teasing in it.

"Thank you," she states softly as she gives him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

A smile slowly grows on his face at how amazing it feels to be kissed by this beautiful, elegant, enigmatic creature. It's outrageous how a tiny kiss on the cheek can make him that happy, but he's not going to fight the swirls of emotions running through him because of this woman; they are all pleasurable feelings anyways.

She gently gets to work on removing the extraneous hairs around her body. With each subsequent scrape of her pubic region, her lovely privates are revealed to Chuck. She definitely notices how her new appearance is affecting him as his member gets harder and harder. She is biting her lip the entire time as she feels an odd sense of joy inside her chest and stomach. He must think I'm attractive, she thinks hopefully while trying to keep all her glances at his hardened arousal furtive.

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By the time she is done, her pubic region is completely shaven, her arms and legs are no longer fuzzy feeling and her skin feels a hundred times softer. She runs her hands along her arms and legs to feel the smoothness except for the occasional scar. She finally runs her hands along her crotch and is pleasantly surprised to have her hands glide like oil all the way up to her stomach. Now that she is finally finished, she can start her shower while Chuck can finish his. He gives her a small smile of approval, not that she can possibly fail to acquire it, before squeezing out some body wash onto his hand. He hands her the bottle before rubbing his hands together to get the cleansing product flowing. He starts circulating the product over his body and she just watches instead of putting it on her own body. She is surprisingly mesmerized by his body, especially when he stretches his chest back or when he bends forward. She imagines that it was her rubbing the body wash over his body as she unconsciously nibbles on her lower lip. She finally breaks the trance and starts lathering the body wash over her entire body quickly to catch up to him.

The thought of using the same kind of body wash as Chuck just makes her feel more joyous. She definitely likes him in more than just a friend capacity. He is the perfect gentleman in her opinion and adorably handsome. She could see any girl in the world falling for him in a heartbeat with his chivalrous charm and cute nerdy antics. She is nearly positive he is attracted to her. He was rock hard while she was shaving so that is the first good sign and he said that she wasn't ugly. The one thing still hanging over her head is the fact that he doesn't even know her name. She needs to correct this mistake as soon as possible and both of them drying off their nude bodies is the perfect opportunity, well not exactly perfect but convenient… in a way.

"Chuck?" She asks as she wraps the towel around her chest to cover the most intimate parts of her body.

"Yea?" He looks into her eyes as if not realizing she is only in a towel. She likes that about him. He is kind and modest and doesn't try to sneak perverted glances like most men.

"My name is Sarah," she looks down at the ground with slight trepidation before looking back up into his eyes. "Sarah Walker."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sarah," he smiles charmingly as he reaches his hand out to shake hers.

"I'd say we're a little bit past a handshake," she jokes after they just took a shower together. It feels like the first joke she has ever told as she was never really a comedian like her friend Carina. But this time, it just flew out of her mouth with as much ease as blinking.

"So you're not only beautiful and your name is Sarah, but you're funny too?" He smiles brightly. "This day just keeps getting better."

She has to stifle a laugh at his response but her jumbled up grin makes Chuck float with butterflies in his stomach. She feels the same reaction as he just called her beautiful and coming from him means everything to her. His opinion is like pure truth to her.

"I like the name Sarah, by the way," he says while sliding his pants on. "It suits you."

"Thanks," she smiles shyly as she wraps the bra around her chest.

Chuck just smiles thinking of how far they came from when he first found her out in the jungle to now hearing her talk and even joke! Now he has a name to put to the beautiful face that has captured his conscious and subconscious. This woman is just so intriguing to him and he just wants to hear everything she could possibly say. She definitely looks like someone who would have a couple good stories to tell and they would hopefully give him more knowledge of the enigmatic Sarah Walker. This is definitely the best birthday he has ever had.

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Now I may be taking that break, but this chapter kind of just wrote itself so you're all lucky. I've gotten about half way through the next one and will hopefully upload it on schedule. I hope this chapter was fun to read. Yes, Sarah has come a long way from being the cold calculated silent killer to now joking while nearly nude. I hope the nudity wasn't too much or farfetched but I kind of thought about this scene multiple times.

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