A/N: Bit of a shorter chapter today, setting up the next chapter, which I've been working on for a while. Please let me know if people are still reading this, because if nobody besides me is, then there's really no point in me posting it. So, if you think I should continue, please drop me a review or a PM. Thanks as always.

Chuck was finding out a lot of things about his new wife. Chiefly that she loved to dance. The swing music playing in the club was loud, almost too loud, but he couldn't hear a thing. He was too focused on Sarah. How she moved with the beat, never losing eye contact with him. They were in the middle of a crowd, but they only saw each other.

Carina, to her credit, didn't try to dance with Chuck too much. Sarah let her, of course, but kept a close eye on her friend. Chuck seemed happy enough, but Sarah never let him go too long by himself.

"Are you having fun?" She asked as he plopped down in a seat next to her.

"Yeah," he grinned. "You?"

"Yup," she nodded happily. "I can't ever remember being this happy."

Chuck could hear the sincerity in her voice, and it made his heart swell with love for her. He'd been sure so many times since they'd met that there was no possible way he could love Sarah any more than he already had. He was so wrong. She kept burrowing herself deeper and deeper into him, and he found it to be the most exhilarating feeling of his life.

Suddenly he felt her hand tense in his. Looking at her, he saw her jaw clenched and her eyes boring holes into something or someone.

"What is it?" He asked quietly.

"I'm pretty sure those two guys standing by the bar are Gestapo," she answered, still not looking at him.

"Okay, what do we do?"

"Let's dance," she answered. Before he could react, she'd gotten up and pulled him with her towards the dance floor. It was a jaunty, upbeat swing song playing. As they twirled around the floor together, both of them subtly were checking their surroundings, keeping an eye on the suspicious duo, and silently planning.

"They're looking right at us," Sarah leaned in and whispered into his ear, giving it a kiss afterwards. "Kiss me."

He didn't need to be told twice to kiss his wife of only a few hours. Sweeping her up into his arms, he felt her hands migrate to the back of his head, one on the nape of his neck and the other running through his hair. Her tongue begged entrance and she deepened the kiss.

"Shit, that didn't work," Chuck muttered as he saw the two men starting to make their way towards them. "I think they made us."

"Don't freak out Chuck," Sarah assured. "I've got this."

The dance floor was still packed, and most of the people dancing were highly inebriated. Chuck took her lead and kept dancing. He was trying his hardest not to be completely mesmerized when he looked at Sarah. That's when he noticed what she was doing.

She'd waited until the men were close enough, shimmied into Chuck, slid her hand up her leg and grabbed one of her knives strapped around her thigh. Without breaking eye contact with Chuck she threw it, hitting the closest man right in his thigh. He went down like a sack of potatoes, blood gushing from his wound. Miraculously, nobody seemed to notice. The second man, oblivious to his friend's plight, was still plowing towards them. Sarah spun in Chuck's arms, then extended herself as far as she could while still holding on to him, plunging her next knife directly into the man's stomach. He joined his friend on the floor.

"Let's go Chuck," she pulled him with her. "Carina!" She yelled above the din of the music. Carina, seeing the look on Sarah's face, just nodded and began to exit with them.

Thankfully, there were no more incidents on the way back to Carina's. Sarah and Chuck sat on the couch while Carina changed in her bedroom.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked, searching him for any injuries like a worried mother.

"I'm fine," he smiled at her. "Thanks to you."

She just shrugged.

"Just doing my job." When she saw the look on his face she was quick to explain. "As your wife, Chuck."

Chuck paused and looked at her. She'd been almost glowing all day, especially since they'd left Moshe's. He was still, admittedly, coming to terms with the fact that they were now married. When he'd walked into that cafe looking for his partner, never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd find his wife. But that's exactly what happened.

"Ani ohev otach," he whispered, unsure if he was saying it correctly.

Sarah thought she was hearing things.

"What was that Chuck?"

"I said," he spoke a little louder and with more confidence, "ani ohev otach. Am I saying that right?"

"Yes, you are," Sarah grinned. "Where'd you learn how to say 'I love you' in Hebrew?"

"Moshe," Chuck shrugged a shoulder. "When you were hugging Carina, I asked him quickly."

"You're incredible," she breathed. "And Chuck, just for the record, ani ohevet oatcha."

From context, he understood she was telling him she loved him back, also in Hebrew. He just leaned over to kiss her, needing to taste her lips.

"Do you think those guys knew who we were?" He asked once the kiss ended. Carina picked that moment to re-enter the room, sitting across from them.

"Probably not," Sarah replied. Carina nodded her agreement. "They could've wanted anything."

"What do we do now?" Was Chuck's next question.

"We lay low for a bit," Carina explained. "Stay off the streets as much as possible. But I know you still have a mission."

"We do," Chuck nodded. "What do you think, Sarah?"

"We lay low for a couple days. After that, we can't really risk not doing our mission. The Nazis are getting more and more nervous. They know we're coming."

Just then, a knock at the door surprised all of them. They had their guns out before Carina even got up to answer it.

Chuck and Sarah couldn't see the door, but they heard Carina when she opened it.

"Bryce, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I heard Chuck and Sarah were in Paris," they heard Bryce's voice. "Have you seen them?"

Sarah could practically hear Carina rolling her eyes.

"Come in, Bryce," she huffed.

Carina led him to the living room, where Bryce was more than shocked to see Sarah and Chuck sitting on the couch, holding hands, staring up at him with curious looks.

"Hi Bryce," Chuck greeted, offering his free hand for Bryce to shake. "What brings you to Paris?"

Bryce ignored Chuck's greeting, outstretched hand, and question.

"I came for Sarah," he answered, only looking at her. Now it was Sarah's turn to roll her eyes.

To Sarah's surprise, it was Chuck who answered.

"Notwithstanding how creepy that statement is," Chuck began, causing Sarah to giggle under her breath, "she wants nothing to do with you. She made that clear in Normandy."

"She doth protest too much," Bryce snapped back. "Walker, at least give me five minutes."

"My name isn't Walker," Sarah shot back immediately. "My name is Sarah Bartowski. You can call me either Agent Bartowski or Mrs. Bartowski."

"What are you talking about?" Bryce rubbed his temple with his hand.

"They got married, you idiot," Carina supplied. "Are you really that bad of a spy that you don't see the rings on their fingers?"

"I figured that was their cover."

"Ha," Carina laughed. "Nope. It's real. I was there."

"Sarah," Bryce tried again, softening his tone.

"She asked you to call her Agent Bartowski or Mrs. Bartowski," Chuck finally spoke again. "Bryce I'm going to need you to respect my wife's wishes. I might be new to this whole being married thing, but I'm pretty sure one of my jobs as her husband is not to subject her to sitting here and listening to you spew your bullshit." He turned to look at Sarah, who was just softly smiling at him, her eyes blue as the sky on a sunny day. "Honey, it's our wedding night. Why don't we get out of here?"

"Agreed," Sarah grinned, standing up suddenly. "Carina, thank you for everything today. We'll be in contact. Bryce, as usual, go fuck yourself."

With that, they left a stunned Bryce and a laughing Carina.

"Don't worry," Sarah said when she saw Chuck glance back at Carina's door. "She can handle herself. I'd be surprised if Bryce leaves without a fairly serious injury."

"So, how long are we going to lay low for?" Chuck asked as they walked quickly back towards their hotel. She heard the teasing tone, but also the desire backing it up.

"Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart," Sarah smirked, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "We haven't made love as a married couple yet. I may or may not have been holding some stuff back until we were married."

"Here we go," Chuck was only able to stutter as she pulled him faster towards their hotel, and the bed within.

Hours later, completely spent, they laid in each other's arms. Chuck was fast asleep, but Sarah was awake, her head lying on his chest, gazing up at his face.

She was simply marveling at her good fortune. So much had changed since Chuck Bartowski waltzed into her life, stealing her heart and setting her insides on fire. He'd taken everything she threw at him, accepted it, and was adamant all it did was make him fall even deeper in love with him. She knew the feeling well. Everything she learned about her new husband had the exact same affect.

He never stopped surprising her. How he'd somehow asked Moshe to teach him a few Hebrew words without her knowing was beyond her. It made her heart feel like it was on the verge of bursting when she realized he'd only done it because he knew how happy it would make her. He'd told her before they got married he wanted to learn everything about her, and this was just more proof. Not that she'd ever doubted him.

"Staring, Mrs. Bartowski?" His sleepy voice snapped her back to the present.

"Yup," she nodded against his chest, her tone guilt-free.

"Look all you want," he grinned. "I belong to you now. Okay, that sounded kind of cheesy, sorry."

"Not cheesy," she shook her head. "I belong to you to. Stare all you want, although I don't know how much of that I can realistically take before I need you touching me."

Chuck's only response was a deep, guttural grown that Sarah recognized from when they were in the throes of passion.

"Chuck," she got his attention. "Make love to your wife. Right now."

It was almost dawn when they were awoken next.

But it wasn't an alarm, or one of them who woke them up.

It was the door being busted open, followed quickly by four heavily armed Nazis. Before Chuck or Sarah could even react, they had four guns aimed at them.