A/N: Ok, so when I wrote this chapter I had a few basic ideas. This will be the last time Chuck and Sarah will have a bit of freedom in their holiday. Probably be a few fluffy moments but not as much. Disclaimer still stands, and for the more paranoid of you then he's definitely behind you.

"So Sarah, what's happening tonight then?" Chuck asked as he adjusted his bow tie. Sarah smiled seductively as she walked out of the bedroom dressed in her bright red dress again- this time wearing the necklace Chuck had pointed out.

"It's Talent Night in the hotel tonight. I thought it would be a good way to release the stress after the past few days. Besides, there's a Take That tribute band,"

"I didn't know you liked Take That,"

"I don't usually. It just seemed like a blast,"

He looped into her arm as they emerged into the elevator. Inside stood John Casey, fiddling with some cards in front of him whilst Carina stared approvingly.

"You ok Casey? You look a bit nervous," Chuck asked.

"Carina wants me to do a bit of stand-up. She said I'm a right comedian and that she'll reward me if I do,"

"Casey, you never do anything like this!"

"We believe that one of the agents from the mall attack may be watching tonight. This will give us an advantage. It's only observation work,"

They entered the lobby and headed for the area that had been set aside for them. The room was full of holiday goers. Carina joined them at their table and ordered some drinks.

"Hello ladies and gents. My name is Jefferson, and today I thought I'd open with a look at recent events. So, you guys like Reagan? He's a national hero and a damn good man. No? How about Cuba? Everyone loves Cuba. Really nice place,"

"Sarah, why is Casey pretending to be funny?" Chuck mumbled, a look of worry on his face.

"He's just getting warmed up," Carina purred.

A few minutes later and Casey was approaching the grand finale.

"So anyway right, a rich DC lawyer, a poor DC lawyer and Santa find $1000 in Buy More. Who picks it up? The rich DC lawyer- the other two are figments of your imagination!" Casey finished, swigging his whisky. He approached their table, weaving slightly as he walked.

"Casey, are you drunk?" Chuck asked.

"May be Moron. You know, I've always wished I had hair like yours Chuck. Not the dress sense- could do without that," Casey mumbled, before passing out into his chair.

"Carina, how much did he have to drink before he went on stage?" Sarah giggled.

"A few glasses. He's drunk on booze and love,"

The hotel manager approached the mike and the lights dimmed.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you to Mr. Jefferson down there. Now is the moment you have all been waiting for. The Take That tribute band is here from California!"

"Hmm, maybe we'll know them!" Chuck said enthusiastically, clapping over the noise.

"Please welcome… Jeffster!"

Sarah spat out her champagne in shock. Those two idiots? How the hell did Jeff and Lester manage to get to Dubai? They weren't even musicians, let alone good.

Sure enough, Lester ran up on stage. His brow glistened with sweat. Behind him, Jeff flexed his fingers and adjusted a ridiculously large hat.

"Hello Dubai. A few days ago, Jeffrey and I were working in a small store in California. Then we were invited to play our first gig here. So now we're going to start with a little composition of our own that we call "Ballad of the Buy More Cooler"

"Cover your ears," Chuck advised to Carina, who looked dumbfounded.

"Isn't that the two misfits in the place you work in Chuck?"

"Technically we're all misfits but yeah,"

Oh mystery cooler, what delights do you share.

Oh mystery cooler, do you smell of apples or pear?

What delight will not compare,

To the sight of old potatoes on Morgan's beard hair…

The audience burst into tears of laughter. Casey looked up drunkenly and gave a dramatic "Boo!" before collapsing again. Poor guy, thought Chuck. He sure had been drinking.

A man stood up to leave, and Chuck followed him- eager to distract himself from the pain he was collectively sharing from Jeffster. And then he flashed.

Ahmed Obertan. Born in Dubai, training with the CORE. Developer of the algorithm. And one other detail which for some reason- something which had never happened before- was obscured.

"Sarah, that's him," Chuck warned, pointing at the technician who was making his way to the door. She reached for her cell phone and dialled a few numbers.

"Yes this is Walker. We have a positive I.D. Leaving the bar now," she spoke.

"Chuck, this is awful. You coming?"

Without hesitation, Chuck stood up and followed spa was completely empty as they sank into the Jacuzzi. Chuck wrapped his arms across Sarah's waist and smiled.

*

"You know Chuck, I've been thinking. This has been a real learning curve for us," she whispered into his ear as she sat on his lap. She grinded against him briefly, and smiled as she felt him harden.

"This holiday has shown a new side. We can work together as well as be in a relationship," she realised. It had worked with Bryce. Surely it could work with Chuck.

"That doesn't solve anything Sarah. Something fishy's going on here," Chuck replied. Sarah placed a finger over his lips and turned around to face him. Their bodies were entangling together, their hearts beating together. In the background, they heard Jeffster belting out "Rule the World". The audience were in a cacophony of boos by now, but still Jeffster played the last song.

Chuck began to sing the chorus softly under his breath as he kissed Sarah. As she pressed the button to activate the bubbles. As she slipped her bikini pants down for him. He smiled longingly at her, his heart bursting.

When they were done, they walked hand in hand back to the area. Casey and Carina were still sat at the same table.

"So Moron. Did you enjoy the fresh air," Casey mumbled into his drink. Carina twirled with her hair in boredom.

"Yeah. Shouldn't you go to bed?"

"Excellent idea Devon. Goodnight Chuckles," Casey mumbled, before falling asleep on the table. Carina patted his head twice.

"I'm going to turn in too guys. See you in the morning," Carina yawned.

"Shouldn't we wake up Casey?" Chuck asked as Sarah motioned for them to turn in.

"Leave sleeping soldiers lie," Sarah replied, before the three agents left Casey to sleep at his table.

Later that night.

Chuck woke up sweating.

"What's up Chuck?" Sarah mumbled, aware he had sprung practically out of bed. She examined the alarm clock- 3.52. By the sounds of the snoring next door, Casey had returned to his bedroom.

"When I flashed on the guy, there was a bit that I couldn't remember. But now I can. And boy are we in trouble,"

A/N: Wow. What can the last detail of the flash be? The action resumes in the next chapter as the loose ends are hurled together before we get to the grand finale.