Chapter 21: Mrs. Bartowski

A/N: Final chapter, folks.

I would like to give my deep appreciation to charahkids for serving tirelessly as my sidekick.

Fatima Tazi's Compound

John Casey, US Marine, and NSA Agent…was like a kid in a candy store. Killing bad guys…in this case…bad gals…of the state was his business, and at the moment…business was good.

After putting a bullet through the fifth guard's head, Casey grinned. "I love this shit."

Casey joined the Marines because he believed in the concept of being patriotic to the good ole' U.S. of A. He also harbored a lot of repressed rage, and anger. As a teenager, he nearly beat a kid to death for calling him a 'wuss.' But, Casey was no meathead. He was nominated for the US Naval Academy for academic prowess…but he was bored with books. He wanted action.

And, action he got. He joined the Marines, and became really, really good at his job. Despite every psych eval screaming instability…the Marines gave Casey the balance, and discipline he needed, and even craved.

Without discipline, and his love of country, the guy would have been an unstoppable hitman for the mob, or worse.

Upon arrival at what appeared to be a holding cell, Casey holstered his weapon, and drew his Ka-bar. Normally, those picked to guard prisoners weren't cut out for the front lines. This would be easy, and he wouldn't waste the ammo.

Besides…he hadn't been able to cut anyone's throat in a long, long time.

Casey rounded the corner like a crazed animal, disarmed both women before they had the chance to blink…but he just couldn't kill them. One cowered against the wall bawling, and the other pleaded for her life. Snarling in disappointment, Casey's conscience took over. He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.

"Beat it. My advice, find another line of work. You're not cut out for this."

One relieved guard nodded quickly. "I dreamed of being a ballerina…but this paid better."

Casey rolled his eyes. "Why me?"

Turning to the door, Casey grunted in disgust to find the key sticking out of the lock. He wanted to blow something up. Yet another disappointment.

"Dammit." Casey muttered, then opened the door. After stepping inside, he almost laughed. Sarah and Chuck were chained together, with Sarah coiled against him like a snake, while Roan was chained by his hands to the wall. Spread Eagle.

Casey paused, listening to the conversation. He hadn't been noticed yet, so decided to let the kids finish with their lady feelings.

"Chuck…I am so…so sorry I said that. I should have just told you I don't want a big wedding."

"Sarah, I am such an idiot. Your family situation…I get it. A big wedding will bring up a lot of bad memories." Chuck said softly.

Sarah kissed Chuck on the cheek. "I know family is important to you. But…we don't have to have a big wedding. Just our family and friends."

Chuck kissed Sarah's forehead. "I thought you wanted to get married on the same day as Ellie and Devon?"

Sarah sighed. "After thinking about it…that wouldn't be fair to Ellie. She deserves her own day. And…I want to get married as soon as possible. Nothing fancy…just…us."

"Whatever you want, is fine by me." Chuck said softly. "I'm sorry I acted so selfish about this."

"Baby, stop." Sarah said, taking Chuck's face in her hands. "You just got your family back together. It stands to reason you want your family at your wedding."

Casey narrowed his eyes. Walker called him 'baby?'

"True, but I don't want our wedding to set the tone for the rest of our lives, Sarah. I've got to stop imposing my will upon you…and start being more understanding of your situation. Time, and time again…I push you to do things you're uncomfortable with…and I need to stop doing that. Loving someone means compromise…not being a dictator about everything."

"Chuck, sweetie, you're not a dictator. Look, any normal human being wants their family and friends at their wedding. I know that. It's just…I don't need complicated. Our relationship has been way too complicated for way too long…and I'm ready for simple. Just…Chuck and Sarah. We have the rest of our lives to be with our friends and family. The wedding isn't the issue with me…the issue is making my dream come true of being with you for the rest of our lives."

Chuck smiled, cupped Sarah's face, and kissed her softly on the lips. "As soon as we get out of this dungeon…I'm finding someone to marry us."

Sarah gave Chuck a coy grin. "Not if I find them first."

Casey glanced at Roan, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Casey narrowed his eyes, and approached Roan.

"It was you, wasn't it? The one who whispered in Beckman's ear about these two."

Roan sighed. "I'm a sucker for a young couple in love."

Roan turned to address Sarah. "Sarah…back during our little mission…I asked Charles if you were worth dying for. He didn't hesitate when he told me you were."

Sarah wiped away a tear. "Casey showed me the video. Back when…I was struggling with all this…all I had to do was replay that tape…and it reminded me what I was fighting for. When a woman hears the man she is head over heels in love with…would die for her? Well…that's something she will never forget." Sarah smiled, and kissed Chuck on the lips, before turning to Casey.

"Casey, get us out of here. My fiancé and I are getting married as soon as we vacate this dump."

After freeing the spies, Casey tossed Roan a handgun. "You have a mission to finish, Montgomery."

Roan nodded. "You're right, Colonel Casey."

Roan headed for the door, and turned. "Care to join me?"

Sarah racked a round into her Smith and Wesson. "Hell, yes. Nobody threatens to kill my man, and lives to tell about it."

Chuck's eyes widened. "Honey…maybe…"

Sarah turned, and planted a smoldering kiss on Chuck's lips. "Sweetheart…I'm sorry, but no. I need to make an example. No skank is going to threaten to kill you, and get away with it. That's not a good start to our marriage." Sarah kissed Chuck again, and nodded a silent "okay?" before turning to leave the room.

Chuck looked at Casey, who rolled his eyes. "Don't look at me for help…idiot. You're the one who made a deadly assassin fall for you…deal with it."

"Crap." Chuck muttered, then followed after Sarah.

Chuck rounded the corner to Tazi's bedroom, and Sarah was standing in the middle of two now unconscious women. Sarah appraised her handiwork with a quick glance to each, and nodded. Sarah then turned, and kicked the door open, two knives flew through the air, and pinned Tazi to the wall, her handgun falling to the floor.

With a smug look, Sarah grabbed the guard who shoved Chuck, who appeared from behind the door, and pounced. The fight was not fair at all. Sarah had the advantage, and within seconds, the poor female guard's face was a bloody mess.

Sarah grabbed the guard by the throat, and hissed her displeasure. "That man you shoved, and threatened to kill, is the love of my life!"

SMACK! The poor guard now saw three Sarah's. She wasn't sure if she was having a nightmare.

Chuck bolted through the door with Roan and Casey in tow, pausing at the sight before him. "Sarah…please don't kill her."

Sarah flung her head around, giving Chuck an icy stare. "You! Stay put!"

Seeing the intensity in Sarah's eyes, Chuck held up his hands, and retreated, taking two steps back. Casey grunted amused as Tazi was trying desperately to free herself. Roan smirked, and held up a pair of handcuffs. "I had other intentions for these, my dear."

"You bastard!" Tazi spat.

Casey turned to Sarah still berating the guard, and folded his arms. A wicked grin formed on his lips. He loved seeing Sarah's rage.

With a finger now shoved in the guard's face, after the fourth punch, followed by a barrage of obscenities, Sarah was starting to calm down a bit.

"For the life of me! What is it with the fucking brunettes putting their filthy hands on my man?"

Chuck tried once again to intervene. "Sarah…"

Sarah spun around, pointing a finger at Chuck. "SHUSH!"

"Shushing now." Chuck once again retreated.

Sarah sighed heavily. "Oh, to hell with it. When you wake up, get your ass out of here, get cleaned up, get your hair done…and maybe some make-up and a nice dress…and find yourself a man." Sarah moved her face inches from the guard's face. "Got it?"

The guard nodded quickly. "Yes! I find man!"

"Good." Sarah knocked the guard out cold, and wiped her hands. "Okay. I think we're done here."

Roan led Tazi to the exit, while Casey grabbed Chuck, stunned from the exchange, and shoved him toward the exit. Sarah flung her hair to the side, and the moment she exited the room, keyed her mic.

"Suspect in custody, Colette. Blow the launchers, and let's go home."

Just one problem, Sarah. We couldn't locate the missiles. Colette replied.

Sarah power-walked to catch up with Tazi, and spun her around. "Where are the missiles?"

Tazi blinked, not saying a word. Roan answered for her. "Under the launchers. There is a secret entrance on the seaward side of the missile battery."

Sarah keyed her mic. "They're under the missile batteries. If you blow the launchers that should take care of the missiles."

Colette gave Jim a nod, and he pressed the button on the detonator. The missile battery exploded in the distance, with several secondary explosions. A few of the missiles fired off into the sea, then blew up.

The team reached the rendezvous point, and a stealth Blackhawk helicopter appeared. The team boarded, and the Blackhawk disappeared into the night.

Naples, Italy, 24 Hours Later

Sarah was a pro at preparing for a mission, and she was treating her impromptu wedding with no exception. If Chuck thought Ellie was intense, he hadn't seen anything yet. Sarah Walker, CIA spy, was being a bridezilla.

After finishing her debrief with the DEA, Carina re-joined the team…and quickly wished she had stayed her ass in D.C. She walked into a room, with Sarah barking orders, while Ellie and Colette scurried around the room like a couple of headless chickens. When Carina dared open her mouth, she came face-to-face with bridezilla.

"Don't even speak, Carina!" Sarah hissed. "Took you long enough to get here! My wedding is in one hour, and you have precisely 20 minutes to put that bridesmaid dress on!"

Colette covered Carina's mouth. "I'll see to it, Sarah."

"Thank you." Sarah smiled, then turned to face the mirror, stomping her foot. "GRRRRR! This dress makes me look hideous! Ellie, bring the other one."

Ellie grabbed the next to last dress in the bundle, and quickly helped Sarah shed the one she was wearing, and put on the other. Sarah gave the mirror a deadly glare, and immediately started removing the dress. She was successful, until her hair got stuck in the zipper.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" Sarah bellowed. Her primal roar sending shockwaves of fear through the room…and probably made the occupants of the adjoining room soil themselves.

"GET ME OUT OF THIS DAMN DRESS!"

"Sweetie, hold still!" Ellie commanded. The two women struggled, until Carina removed a switch blade. As she approached, Sarah held out her hand, her dress still covering her head.

"You are NOT cutting my hair! I spent an HOUR making sure it was perfect!"

Carina rolled her eyes, and grabbed a bottle of lotion. "Fine. Hold still."

Carina dabbed Sarah's hair with the lotion, and it slid right out of bondage. Sarah tossed the dress across the room, and it bounced off the far wall. She removed her handgun, but Colette gently took Sarah's hand.

"Oi! Get. A. GRIP! You can't kill an inanimate object!" Colette hissed.

Sarah gave Colette a warning look. "Justyouwatchme!"

"ENOUGH!" Ellie boomed, the three women nearly jumping out of their skin. Ellie pointed at Carina. "You. Red. Grab the last dress.'

Colette was next. "You. Get that damn gun away from her, before she shoots us all."

Sarah was last. "And you!" Ellie approached, and noticed Sarah on the verge of tears, her mouth shaking like a leaf. "Calm down, sweetie. What's wrong?"

"I just…I want this day to be perfect, and I want Chuck to be happy." Sarah said softly.

"You've already made him very, very happy. But, Sarah…he wants you to be happy too. Are you happy?"

Sarah nodded quickly. "Yes. It's just…I am so happy right now, I don't know how to handle it. This is the happiest day of my life, and…I don't know how, Ellie." Sarah's eyes misted with tears. Ellie grabbed a tissue, and dabbed her eyes, while Sarah fanned her face with her hands furiously.

Ellie grinned. "Let go, sweetie."

Suddenly, Sarah grabbed her mouth. "We're getting married…." A broad smile formed on her lips, and she laughed happily. "We're getting married!"

"And there it is." Ellie winked. "It happens to every girl. It hit me when Devon and I went shopping for rings."

Carina leaned to Colette's ear. "Is she a PSYOPS specialist?"

"No. Chuck's sister. Ellie." Colette said with a sly grin.

Carina shrugged. "That explains a lot."

Sarah nodded, and gently wiped her tears. "Okay. Give me the dress."

Ellie took the dress from Carina, and held out her hand. "I'm Ellie."

Carina smiled. "Carina."

Ellie narrowed her eyes. "Whatever possessed you to go out with Morgan?"

Carina winked. "It was a double date. I wanted to give the little guy a thrill."

"Gross." Ellie said distractedly, and returned to helping Sarah put on the last dress.

Colette sighed. "If this doesn't work, we're fucked."

Ellie stepped away and let Sarah admire the dress. Sarah's eyes widened, and she muttered softly. "Oh my God…it's perfect."

Sarah gave Ellie a shy look, and Ellie smiled. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks." Sarah said, then ran her hands along the side.

And, the dress was perfect. Simple, but perfect. Just the way Sarah wanted it to be.

She was done with complicated. Never again would she let anything about her life with Chuck, get too complicated.

Sixth Fleet Headquarters, Naples, Italy

Beckman waited patiently for Roan in Admiral Banner's office. As the door opened, Roan stepped inside, and gave her a warm smile.

"Good of you to welcome me back personally, Diane."

"Oh, cut the crap, Roan." Beckman scowled. "You went dark, and I had to send my best team in to pull you out. What happened?"

There was a knock at the door, and Chuck entered. "Sorry, General…you might want to look at this." Chuck sat a laptop on the desk, and opened a file.

Beckman eyed Chuck in his tuxedo. "Chuck…don't take this the wrong way…but I wouldn't keep Agent Walker waiting."

"Trust me on something, General. I'm not making either of us wait any longer than we have to for this." Chuck swallowed hard. "We waited long enough."

Beckman took a glance at the file Chuck pulled up, and gasped. "This was on Tazi's computer?"

"It seems she was collecting leverage against the Ring…and Volkoff helped. Those are the names of every Ring operative. You'll notice a number of them are currently inside the White House. Casey, Jim, and Colette have volunteered to go after them. Mom and Dad are working to bring in Volkoff."

Beckman smiled. A rarity. "Thank you. Chuck." Beckman reached into her pocket, and removed an envelope. "A little token of my appreciation…and I hope…a fitting wedding present."

Chuck took the envelope, and gasped. "Wow…always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower."

"Enjoy your honeymoon." Beckman said, putting a hand on Chuck's arm.

Chuck glanced at Roan. "General…Roan was the one who found the intel. I think that explains why he went dark." Chuck gave Roan a wink. "He's still a legend."

Roan held out his hand. "Thank you, Charles." Roan leaned in. "Out of curiosity…the advice I gave you during our last mission…did my suggestion work?"

Chuck took a moment, then shook his head. "Nah. Bryce crashed my parade."

Roan looked confused. "I thought for sure the way Sarah was looking at you…"

Chuck held up a hand. "I don't think it would have mattered. After I left…she popped up at my doorstep an hour later. We had dinner that night in the courtyard."

Roan smiled. "She followed you home."

"I took it as making sure her asset wasn't moping all night. But now I know…it's because she wanted me to know…she chose me. Not Bryce. Apparently, she didn't take your advice on giving the illusion of being pursued."

Roan stared Chuck in the eyes. "If you're in love, Charles…there are no illusions."

Chuck smiled solemnly. "I see that now."

Two Hours Later

The wedding venue was perfect. A terrace hotel, and restaurant with a breathtaking view of the sea. Sarah was awestruck when she saw the place. Casey had done well. Perhaps, he could add wedding planner to his list of competencies. Who would have thought it?

Admiral Banner offered the services of a Navy Chaplain to administer the bands of matrimony. Beckman produced a Marriage License, and dispatched a team to prepare, and scout the location. After all, her best spy team deserved a few perks for their hard work.

Sarah wouldn't have cared if a guy dressed as Elvis performed the ceremony in Vegas. In fact, she entertained that idea before leaving Burbank. Sarah wasn't concerned with the how's, she was concerned with getting it done.

The moment their hands met, Sarah's face exploded in a happy glow. She was marrying the man she loved, and she couldn't be happier. All the pain, frustration, deflecting, and longing didn't matter any longer. All that mattered, was the here, and now.

Chuck and Sarah seemed to be lost in each other's eyes the entire ceremony. The only break is when the Chaplain had to get Chuck's attention to say his vows, eliciting a giggle from Sarah, and the crowd to erupt in laughter.

Sarah didn't miss a beat. She recited her vows as though she memorized them. When indeed, she had. She recited them over, and over again while daydreaming of marrying Chuck. She knew them by heart, even before she walked down the aisle.

Then, the moment she had dreamed of for so long had arrived.

"You may kiss the bride."

Unable to contain herself, Sarah leaped into Chuck's arms. Their lips attached, as he twirled her around in the air, her feet curled in the air.

Finally on her feet again, Sarah shuddered with excitement with what the Chaplain said next.

"Ladies and Gentlemen…it is my pleasure to introduce…Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski."

Sarah grabbed her lip as a happy sob escaped her lips, turning to bury her face in Chuck's chest. The couple stood there for several moments as Sarah snaked her arms around Chucks' neck, and the newlyweds simply enjoyed the moment.

With a broad smile, and teary eyes, Sarah spoke angelic to her husband. "I love you, Chuck. I love you with all my heart."

Chuck, smiling his patented smile, reciprocated with a heartfelt reply. "I love you too, Sarah. I love you more than anything. Always have…and I always will."

As their lips touched for the second time, the world stopped for a brief moment. Sarah silently vowed…never again. Never again would she allow her hang-ups to control their relationship. Love…would control their relationship.

Volkoff Industries

Volkoff was surprised, shocked, and overjoyed. His beloved Frost had returned. But…so did his arch nemesis. Orion.

Mary led her husband into the office, with his hands tied. All part of the plan. And, it was a simple plan, really. Just…walk right in.

Volkoff hugged his beloved, and turned to Orion. "So. Orion. We finally meet."

Orion smiled. "I dare say…we've already met."

"What do you mean?"

Orion pointed to Frost. "Um…Mary has something you need to see."

Volkoff turned, and Frost held up a device. The Intersect was extracted in less than a minute.

Rising to greet his friends, with frightened eyes, Hartley looked frightened. "Stephen…Mary…what happened?"

Mary cut Stephen's hands, and Stephen comforted his friend. "It's a long story, old friend…but we have to get out of here. I need you to place this in your computer first." Stephen handed Hartley a portable hard drive.

Hartley handed it back. "There's no need. Hydra is on a device around my neck. Let's get out of here."

Mary checked the corridor. "You need to pretend to be Volkoff until we get out of here. Think you can do that?"

"I had to be that monster for over 20 years, Mary. I think I can handle a few more minutes." Hartley paused. "Is…is Vivian safe?"

"Safe, and sound. Checked on her personally. She's still living with your mother on your estate."

"Thank, God." Hartley whispered.

Stephen took his friend by the arm. "Let's get out of here, and we'll take you to her."

The White House

The plan was simple. Slip a sedative in the President's coffee, and a car would be waiting to take the President to a secure black site.

Justin hid the powdered sedative in a fake class ring. He would slip it in the President's coffee when the Assistant Press Secretary, Jane, distracted him.

Justin grinned at the thought of how Jane "distracted" him earlier in a broom closet. Boy, was she a distraction.

Taking his post near the President, Jane knocked, then slipped into the Oval Office.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. President, but I need you to approve this morning's press release."

The President smiled at his young employee. "Happy to oblige, Jane."

As Jane leaned over the table, she bumped the desk, and a picture fell. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Mr. President."

The President leaned over to help the young lady, and Justin moved in. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, and tried to cry out…but darkness consumed him before he had a chance to even blink.

The President turned, as Justin fell to the floor, and a large man wielding a silenced handgun, pointed it at Jane. "You move, you blink, you die."

The woman froze in place, and gulped. The President sat wide-eyed, but found his voice. "What is the meaning of this?"

The man grabbed the President, and keyed a mic. "Execute."

The doors burst open, and a plethora US Marines swarmed the room, along with a blonde dressed in a business suit, carrying a handgun. The blonde yanked Jane from the floor, slammed her over the desk, and cuffed her. A Marine took her into custody, and searched her. A Colonel stepped forward. "Mr. President, I'm Colonel Sanders. You need to come with us immediately. We are taking you to a secure location. Your life is in danger."

"Wh…what?" The President said, as two Marines escorted him to the exit.

Jim, who took care of Justin, keyed his mic. "Casey, POTUS is secure."

Better get down here if you wanna join the party.

Colette took Jim's hand, and the two rushed to the rear entrance of the White House. A SEAL Team was hidden all around the driveway. A black Suburban sped down the path, and screeched to a stop. When the passenger door opened, a SEAL fired a tear-gas grenade inside the vehicle, and the doors opened.

Clyde Decker, Nicholas Quinn, and an unidentified blonde exited, firing their weapons. Unfortunately, they were all dead in a matter of seconds.

Casey approached Decker. Their paths had crossed before, and Casey knew he was a dangerous man. Decker was still gasping for air.

"Casey…should have known."

"Wasn't me."

"Who?" Decker gasped.

Casey grinned. "You'll never know his name." Casey fired a single round between Decker's eyes, as a handgun appeared in his hand.

Casey approached the blonde, and addressed one of the SEALs. "Get a picture. Don't recognize her. Probably CIA."

Casey next approached Quinn, rolling him over. "And this pudgy bastard must be Quinn."

Jim approached, along with Colette. "This is it? This is all they had?"

"Not likely. But…these are the leaders. You know the saying. Cut the head off the viper."

"And the snake will die." Jim added. "Well, let's see what goodies they have for us. I'm ready to round the rest of these little piggies up."

Casey grunted, then noticed a ring on Jim's left hand. He glanced at Colette, who was sporting two rings…an engagement, and wedding band.

Casey stood, and approached the pair. "Okay…Mr. and Mrs. Moron. I'm pissed you didn't invite me to the wedding."

Collette molded herself next to her husband. "I'm sorry, Casey. It was a bit of a blur. James gave me this romantic proposal after Chuck and Sarah's wedding. I wasn't about to wait, so we got married before leaving London."

"Guess that explains your absence during the reception. We all just thought you both got a room."

Colette replied bluntly. "Trust me. We are. After we bag and tag these arseholes. I don't want ANYTHING interrupting my honeymoon plans."

Jim motioned to his wife with his head. "Better listen to the lady, Colonel. Let's get this done." Jim narrowed his eyes. "By the way…we didn't really talk about where you want to go for your honeymoon?"

Colette smiled, snaking her arms around Jim's neck. "I don't care…as long as it has a big, comfy bed…with you in it."

The crimson rose in Jim's neck. Colette kissed him softly on the lips, and turned to Casey. "Right. Let's get started. The faster we can close this out, the faster I can have my husband all to myself."

Paris, France

Sarah hung up the phone, and literally leaped back into bed, peppering Chuck's face with wet kisses.

Laughing, Sarah pinned Chuck to the bed by his hands, taking a moment to admire him.

"That was Colette. The President is safe, Quinn and Decker are done for…and they managed to capture most of the Ring leadership. They are in the process of arresting several CIA and NSA double agents, and several high-ranking government officials, including several members of Congress. The media is having a field day."

"I'll bet. Dad texted me. Hartley has been reunited with his daughter. MI6 finished debriefing him. They were very happy to get their hands on Hydra. It's going to help bring down a lot of bad guys." Chuck said, smiling at his wife. "Change of subject…you are so beautiful hovering over me like this."

Sarah grinned, kissed Chuck gently on the lips, and sat upright, resting her hands on his chest. "Thank you. That was sweet. Before we, uh…resume our honeymoon, I have a proposition for you."

"I'm all ears." Chuck smiled. "What, pray tell, does my beautiful wife want? Name it. I'll sign it, seal it, and deliver it. On a silver platter."

Sarah chuckled. "That won't be necessary, but I admire your enthusiasm. I want to buy a house." Sarah glanced away shyly. "I've never had a home…a real home…and I want one."

Chuck's smile practically blinded Sarah. "Done. I have a few questions. What color, how big, and how many bedrooms?"

Sarah didn't even hesitate. "A white house, with a red door, and a white picket fence. Doesn't matter how many bedrooms, we can expand. I'd say, at least five. I plan on being barefoot, and pregnant real soon."

Chuck grinned. "Barefoot, huh?"

Sarah leaned forward, gently grinding herself. "And pregnant. Think you can arrange that too?"

"Uhhhh huhhhh." Chuck wheezed.

"Good." Sarah said sweetly.

Chuck got control of himself, and took Sarah's hands. "Can I say something?"

"Sure." Sarah said, now curious to what her husband was about to say.

"You had nothing to worry about." Chuck said in earnest. "With us, I mean. Sarah…you might be a trained spy…but I could always read your eyes. Even though you had a job to do…and…you had to pretend to be a hard-case. I learned something about you. You have a big heart. More heart than any woman I know…well, except maybe Ellie…but that's different. She's my sister. You're the woman I love. My point, is…I heard you. All those times you silently screamed how you felt…I heard you. I'm looking forward to spending my life with you. I love you, Sarah."

Tears trickled down Sarah's cheeks. "Thank you for never giving up on me…even when I gave up on myself. I love you, Chuck Bartowski…and I plan on a long, happy life. With you."

"You can count on me." Chuck said, then leaned forward, capturing Sarah's lips.

After a tender kiss, Sarah grinned, and shoved Chuck back down to the bed. "Now. Enough talk. Babies don't come from storks, and I hate to sound impatient…"

Chuck stopped Sarah's speech with a gentle finger to her lips. "Mrs. Bartowski…shut up and kiss me."

Sarah let out a wet laugh, and did just that. "Of course…Mr. Bartowski."

CHUCK

A/N: I do hope the story was enjoyable.

Farewell, everyone. It's been fun.