A/N: I got nothing…I'm sorry. Ch 10, Crazy For You

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, and I had to get this out before Dillwg lost the Christmas spirit

Chuck stood in the club, not feeling the music. The club had been reopened for three weeks, and Carina and Zondra had stayed on for a bit to help Chuck out. Not that he could be helped, he was despondent. He hadn't felt like this since Jill left him those years ago. Honestly he wasn't this bad when Jill left.

Kayla had been helping Skip with the music, but everyone who was a regular knew something was just a little bit off. The place was still packed because it was the site of a brutal fire fight between organized crime members and law enforcement. Chuck was thankful none of the patrons were involved, but as for everything else…he could care less.

He walked into his office, shut the door, and went to his desk. He sat there, looking around. It just wasn't the same since Sarah was gone. The door opened and slammed shut, with Chuck's eyes widening. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to apparently save the damn dance club since you've gotten all pouty," Sarah growled.

"You should be home recovering," Chuck said, ignoring her.

"And you should be running this club, the way you taught me, remember!"

"Sarah," Chuck began.

"Chuck, damn it, do not make me shake you with my good arm!" Sarah had her right arm in a sling from where the bullet had hit her shoulder. She was lucky that it had missed major arteries. She was fighting the doctors about taking the sling off, but the muscle had been damaged with the bullet and it was taking some time. "Is that what you want? Do you want me to hurt myself?"

"Well if you wouldn't shake me you wouldn't hurt yourself," Chuck mussed, not noticing the first grin he had had inside The Jungle since the shooting.

Sarah spun, yanked the door open, and marched outside. Chuck scrambled to follow her. She was standing on the dance floor and turned to him. "Do you feel it, Chuck?" He shook his head. "Close your eyes." He did and listened, but nothing. "Use all your senses, Chuck, let the sound wash over your body." He tried, but he couldn't and opened his eyes. He found hers boring into his. "This maybe serious," she said.

"Sarah, none of it matters to me, all that matters is you," Chuck replied.

Sarah pulled out her phone and quickly shot off a text. "Chuck Bartowski, I am here, with you. Nothing is going to change that."

"You took a bullet for me," he said softly. "How do I repay that, how do I know you won't try and do it again?"

"Would you do it for me?" she asked.

"I a heartbeat," he replied, not even thinking about it. A smirk was covering her face. I Wanna Dance with Somebody began to play. "Chuck when everything is wrong, what do you do?"

"You play Whitney," Chuck replied, being pulled in by her one good arm. "You play I Wanna Dance with Somebody, Somebody Who Loves Me."

"And then what do you do?" she asked.

"You tell them you love them and want to spend the rest of your life with them," Chuck replied. "Marry me."

She studied him for a minute. "You want me, a former spy, to marry you, a nightclub owner, and stay here, running a night club?" He smirked at her. She grinned and lowered her voice. "Chuck Bartowski, I don't care what you do, or where you go, I only want to be with you."

Chuck titled his head to the side. "I'm sorry, that's Hootie and the Blowfish and their music is 90s, we only do 80s music here at The Jungle." She threw her head back and laughed. "Sarah, was that a yes?" His voice was scared, shy, and somewhat timid.

Her smile could have lit up all of Los Angeles. "Yes, Chuck, alway yes."

Madonna's Crazy for You began to play and they kissed right in the middle of the dancefloor. Those who had been regular patrons knew what was going on. Those who didn't, could feel something. Chuck and Sarah didn't pay attention to any of them, they were in their own little world.

-ooooo-

6 months later

Chuck and Sarah found themselves sitting in their office waiting for the night to begin. As the months went by Hartley revealed the entire story. His brother, had been born and kidnapped. He was thought to be dead and reported as such. Alexi grew up in a gang when he couldn't be sold off, and he had risen to the top over the years. He had no identity, no way of being traced, and when he was old enough he sent his men to find out information on Hartley. Alexi had impersonated him for years and finally when he needed a base of operations in the US, he told Hartley he would kill him and his daughter if he ever rated him out. It was at his daughter's Vivian's insistence that he contacted authorities. It was actually all Kayla's fault. She had stumbled into a meeting of the two of them one day and after she talked her way out of not being murdered, she later told Harley she knew a CIA agent, Bryce Larkin.

Criminal rings across the world were falling because of everything Chuck and Sarah had done. Hartley had taken over several nightclubs owned by Demetrios after his arrest, and he knew of only one way to pay Chuck back. He sold, for $1, The Jungle to Chuck and Sarah Bartowski. The wedding had been a small intimate affair. Tonight was their first as owners and they were both a little nervous.

"Heard from the girls?" Chuck asked. Sarah shook her head. Since the wedding she hadn't seen her former teammated. The door to the office opened and in walked Bryce, grinning.

"You two owners sure do look glum," Bryce said, grinning. "You know what might cheer you up?"

"Having your nightclub used as cover for a joint government task force set in LA?" Carina asked, peering around Bryce's shoulder.

"I mean who doesn't need a good cover, am I right?" Zondra asked, coming in.

"Okay, if Casey's with you-" Chuck began.

"You're gonna what?" Casey asked.

"Hug you," Chuck replied.

"The hell," Casey responded.

"JohnJohn," Chuck said, standing with his arms open.

"I quit, Larkin," Casey said, heading for the door. Bryce grabbed his arm.

"John, Beckman assigned you here, you're not going anywhere." Casey glared at him. "But, why don't you go take bouncer duty."

"What's going on?" Chuck asked.

Bryce shrugged. "A lot of things went down here Chuck, this was a hotbed of criminals and all the federal agents who were shot were never verified."

"So you think criminals are dumb enough to come back here?" Sarah asked. Bryce showed her a picture. "That's Bobby, he was here last night."

"Bobby "Bones"," Bryce replied. "Muscle for the Gambio Crime Syndicate."

"Holy crap," Chuck said. "I don't want there to be any shooting."

"Our goal is no shooting as well," Bryce replied.

"Come on, Chuckles, you've got some extra servers, who are extra hot, working for free, what could go wrong?" Carina asked, grinning.

"Go," Sarah said. "I'll take care of him." Chuck had sunk down back into his seat his hands in his head. She turned to him after they left. "It would be nice to work with my friends."

"Oh, I know," Chuck said, raising his head, grinning. "Babe, I can't say no to you, and frankly, I don't want to."

"I love you Chuck Bartowski."

"I love you Sarah Bartowski," he replied, grinning. He cocked his head to the side, hearing the tones of Van Halen's I Can't Stop Loving You. "They're playing our song."

She leaned forward on the desk. "Are you a Sammy man or a David Lee Roth man?"

"Woman, ease up, I have a job to do," he retorted. Sarah walked over to the door, locked it, and pulled the blind. "Oh, well, in that case. Carry on."

I can't stop lovin' you no matter what I say or do You know my heart is true, oh-oh I can't stop lovin' you

Kayla stood leaning against the bar watching the blind be pulled over the office door when she felt him beside her.

"Give you 20 bucks to knock on the door," she said to Bryce never turning toward him.

"Oh hell, no," Bryce replied. "We did good, Kayla."

"You didn't have to get him kicked out of college," she said, still not looking at her.

"You didn't have to get him working where a criminal mastermind was running his empire," Bryce retorted.

She shrugged, "What can I say, I'm a screw up."

Bryce picked up a glass and clinked it to hers. "We screwed this one up rather well."

"The best," she added. "Hey, Morgan," she yelled. "You should go make an announcement about Chuck and Sarah being the new owners and get them to make a speech." Morgan beamed a smile and ran toward the stage.

"You're gonna get him killed for that," Bryce said laughing. A minute later, Sarah stormed out of the office, murder in her eyes. "Let's get out of here in case we get blamed." It was at that time, Morgan pointed toward Kayla. She took off. "Wait for me!"

"Everybody for themselves," she yelled back, leaving Bryce to face the wrath of Sarah.

A/N: I have something about getting Morgan in trouble with these two. I love the bearded dude, but he is such great comedy relief. Sorry for it's shortness but I couldn't think of anything else to do with them. Don't know what I'll do know, just seven ongoing left….*smirks* Take care, see you soon. Reviews and PMs are always welcomed.

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