"Chuck."

Sarah gazed up at him from her spot on his chest. She'd woken about ten minutes prior and decided to just watch him sleep. For her part, she'd slept better than she had in a long time. Once she woke up, the prior day's monumental decisions hit her full force.

They were getting married. Hopefully today. She knew Chuck still had some reservations – and most of those stemmed from how fast they'd moved.

But Sarah didn't care about that. She was firm in her decision. She was tired of wasting whatever time they had left together. If they could somehow squeeze some happiness out of this war, she wasn't going to let that opportunity pass.

"Chuck," she whispered again, coaxing him out of his deep slumber.

"Mmm," he groaned, tightening his arms around her, bringing her even closer than she already was. She willingly melted into him.

"Good morning, fiancé."

That got his eyes to snap open. She laughed at the bewildered look on his face.

"That wasn't a dream?" He mumbled.

"No, Chuck," she shook her head and kissed his chest lightly. "That wasn't a dream."

"You're going to marry me? Sarah Walker is going to be my wife?" His tone was of sheer amazement and wonder.

"No," she repeated. "Sarah Bartowski is going to be your wife."

That got the smile she'd been looking for. Leaning up, she kissed him slowly, a kiss full of promises.

"Chuck, we still have some things we need to discuss before we get married," Sarah said much more seriously once their lips parted. He just nodded for her to continue. "I talked about a lot of this with Carina yesterday, and I'm sure you heard some of it, but I just want us to be crystal clear."

"I'm listening, Sarah."

"I was serious when I told Carina that I don't want to be a spy anymore," she rushed out. "Right now, I know I have to be. But as soon as my job is no longer required to keep you safe, I'm done."

"Sarah," Chuck breathed. "I don't want you to quit your job for me."

"I'm not doing it for you," she almost snapped back. "Okay, maybe some of it is for you. But I'm doing it because I want to. I joined OSS to make a difference. Not to toot my own horn, but I think I've done my duty, just like you told me when you transferred."

"You're sure about this? You're a great spy."

"I'm sure," she nodded emphatically. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life, save my love for you. I want to be everything you deserve, Chuck. I want to be a wife, a mother, a true partner."

"You already are way more than I deserve," he muttered.

"Chuck," she took his face in her hands to force him to make eye contact. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"The things I've done Sarah," he whispered. "Horrible, terrible things. I've taken lives, and while I know we're in a war, I still am the one who pulled the trigger."

"So have I," she shot back. "Look, we've both been through some shit. And not just in this war. There's still so much I need to tell you about me."

"I know who you are," he told her honestly. "Nothing else matters to me, Sarah. I love you. That's never going to change."

"I know," she nodded. "And I hope you know I feel the exact same way about you."

"I do," he nodded. "What else did you want to talk about?"

"Enough talking," she grinned. "If we're getting married today, I think we both need a little relaxation."

"What did you have in mind?"

Sarah didn't answer with words. Instead, she swung her leg over Chuck and sat up, straddling him, a wicked grin on her face.

A couple hours later, Chuck and Sarah arrived at Carina's. Sitting down, they again broke out a map of Paris.

"Most of the German installments are outside the city," Carina explained. "I know where most of them are."

"How?" Chuck asked.

"German officers get pretty lonely in Paris," Carina smirked. "It's not that difficult to get them to talk once their brains are turned off."

Sarah felt a blush rising up her neck, and glanced at Chuck. She knew that he knew what female operatives were sometimes required to do in order to complete their mission. He wasn't an idiot. Sarah only hoped that he understood her days of seduction were over, kaput. He was the only man she would ever flirt with again, if she had her way.

"We need to report these positions back to command," Chuck's voice brought Sarah back. "If we can avoid having to bomb the inner city, all the better."

"I'll radio it in," Carina nodded. "Now, about that other thing..."

"Did you talk to the Rabbi?" Sarah eagerly asked.

"Yeah," Carina smiled. "I explained the situation."

"And?"

"And he's waiting for us."

Chuck and Sarah looked at each other. She reached over and grabbed his hand as a lifeline.

"So are we doing this or what?" Carina wanted to know.

"Yes," Sarah answered without breaking eye contact with Chuck. "Let's go right now."

No more words needed to be uttered. Soon they found themselves weaving their way through the streets of Paris, following Carina to the safe house she explained the Rabbi and her family were hidden in.

Carina led them inside, and an older man with a long grey beard answered the door.

"Hello Carina," he greeted her in French. "Is this the couple we spoke about?"

"Yes," she nodded. "This is Sarah and Chuck."

"Shalom Rabbi," Sarah smiled. "Sarah bat Rachel," she introduced herself using her Hebrew name – Sarah, daughter of Rachel.

"Moshe, please," he waved her off. "And this is the lucky man?"

"Charles Bartowski," Chuck shook his hand. "Thank you for doing this."

"It is my pleasure," Moshe smiled.

"I know that this isn't the best time," Sarah said as they all moved inside. "We're in the middle of a war, and we can't risk you getting found."

"The Talmud tells us, 'Who acts from love is greater than who acts from fear'. We refuse to simply survive, Sarah bat Rachel. We must thrive. We must love. We must show them we are not afraid."

"Chuck isn't Jewish," she blurted out.

"I know," Moshe smiled. "I only have a couple questions for you. Do you love him?"

"Yes."

"And he loves you?"

"Yes," Sarah smiled, looking at Chuck.

"Then that is all that matters. Now, let's get you two married."

Sarah felt a huge weight lift off her chest. She had been, rightfully, worried about what the Rabbi's reaction would be. But, as she thought about it further, she shouldn't have had any anxiety.

"We're going to raise our children Jewish," Sarah added. "Chuck understands how much my faith means to me. Do you think – does he need to -"

"No, Sarah bat Rachel," Moshe soothed. "He does not need to do anything he does not want to. God wants us to be happy. I can see how happy both of you are. That is all that matters."

With that, Moshe led them to another room where he had a makeshift Chuppa set up. Sarah gasped, the reality of the situation hitting her.

"This is my wife, Naomi," Moshe introduced an older woman who was smiling broadly. "Dear, this is Chuck and Sarah."

Introductions made, Sarah and Chuck soon found themselves standing over a table with a large piece of parchment with Hebrew writing on it. Sarah quickly translated the text from Hebrew to English for Chuck, explaining what they were about to sign.

"Chuck, once you sign this, we're married," she told him seriously. "So think about it before you sign."

"No need," he shook his head, taking the pen. "Where do I sign Moshe?"

Smiling, Moshe pointed to the appropriate spot. Chuck signed quickly, handing the pen to Sarah. She seemed stunned, stuck in one place.

"Sarah," Chuck whispered. "It's your turn."

"Right," she nodded, taking the pen from Chuck. "Before I sign this, I want to tell you something."

"Anything."

"I love you."

Chuck's face broke out into such a huge smile that Sarah went weak at the knees.

"I love you," he replied.

With that, Sarah signed the marriage contract, and they were married. They quickly moved under the Chuppa.

"This is certainly not a normal wedding," Moshe smiled, "but during days like these, we need to be able to celebrate any joy we can find in this world."

Moshe recited some prayers. Sarah recited some prayers. Both of them walked Chuck through reciting some himself, using call-and-response for the Hebrew.

"Do you have rings?" Moshe asked.

"Um, uh," Chuck mumbled.

"Here," Carina grabbed his hand and shoved something into it. "Don't say I never got you anything."

Chuck opened his hand, and in his palm saw two gold wedding bands. Sarah quickly snatched the larger one from him, smiling thankfully at Carina.

Sarah went first, sliding the ring onto his finger. She couldn't help herself, however, and lifted up his newly adorned finger, giving it a loving kiss. Chuck repeated her gesture, sliding her ring onto her finger and kissing it afterwards.

Both of them looked to Moshe expectantly.

"Kiss her," he motioned to Chuck with a wide smile. "Kiss your wife."

He didn't need to be told twice.

The kiss was unlike any they'd ever shared. The emotions behind were hard for either of them to fully understand. Love, promises, fidelity, hope, and a myriad of other feelings were poured into their first kiss as husband and wife.

"There's one last thing to do," Moshe spoke when they broke apart. Naomi handed him a bundle, which Chuck assumed was the glass Sarah told him he'd have to break with his foot. "Chuck, has Sarah explained to you the significance of this act?"

"Yes," Chuck nodded, his eyes still firmly on his wife. "I understand how important it is. I'm honored."

Moshe sat the bundle at Chuck's feet. Making sure he looked into Sarah's eyes, he lifted his foot and smashed the glass with one motion.

"L'Chaim!" Sarah, Moshe and Naomi exclaimed. "It means 'to life', Chuck," Sarah told him. She needed to kiss him again, so she did.

"Thank you," Chuck turned to Moshe. "I know this was unusual. But thank you. You can't ever know how much this means to us."

"I think I have an idea," Moshe smiled.

And, just like that, in a safe house in Paris, surrounded on all sides by the enemy, Chuck and Sarah became one. Married. Irrefutably joined, forever.

"I hate to break this up, but we've already been here too long," Carina jutted in. "We should go."

"Carina is right," Moshe nodded.

Sarah made sure she rolled up their marriage contract, giving it to Chuck to hide under his coat. They thanked Moshe and Naomi profusely, Sarah shedding a few tears of joy.

Before they knew it, they were back at Carina's, Chuck and Sarah sitting on the couch next to one another.

"Feel any different?" Chuck asked quietly.

Sarah was staring at her wedding ring and almost didn't hear his question.

"Yes," she sighed. "I feel complete."

Chuck knew from the beginning Sarah wasn't a words kind of girl. She was an actions kind of girl, and she had repeatedly shown him, with her actions, how she felt about him. But hearing her say that she felt complete being married to him was probably the greatest single moment in his life.

"You?" Sarah asked, snapping him back to the present.

"I know you'll find this hard to believe," he smiled, "but I really have no words."

Sarah just turned to him, leaned in, and kissed him soundly.

"Well, Mr. Bartowski, I suggest we eat something, and soon. We have a long night ahead of us."

"Why, does Carina have a mission for us?"

He could still be so dense, even for an accomplished army officer turned spy, Sarah laughed to herself.

"No, Chuck. It's our wedding night."

The realization hit him, and he blushed furiously.

"You're not getting off that easy," Carina butted in, grinning. "We're going out tonight to celebrate."

"Seriously?" Sarah questioned. "In Paris? With all these Nazis everywhere?"

Carina just shrugged.

"I know a place."

A/N: A bit of a shorter chapter today to get their wedding done. Now, they're married, surrounded by Nazis, in Paris.

The action will pick back up again really soon, I promise.

Jewish weddings are actually far more complicated than that, but I simplified it for time and flow.

Please, read and review. Reviews are the only way I know people are still reading and enjoying, even if it's just a couple words. Thanks!

This week is Purim in Israel, one of my favorite holidays. I'm currently sitting at work wearing a huge red clown nose. The easiest way to explain is is that it's Jewish halloween, even though it's much more deep than that.