A/N: I went back and watched the movie. I decided to make it less complicated. Ellie doesn't like it when it's complicated.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Erik Petroysan sat in the back room of his sports book. He hated running it, but there was so much money there. Plus, it enabled him to hide the huge bank of computers in the back, where his men were running different computer scams, selling Internet passwords, and stolen credit card information.

Hearing a commotion out front, he stood. His men went on alert.

"ERIK PETROYSAN!" he heard a woman call. His blood went cold.

The story going around for the last week told how he was wanted by the CIA assassin, The Ice Queen. He wasn't sure why he was wanted, but he did know his men kept disappearing.

The door swung open, and a tall, blonde woman stood there, with an even taller man behind her. "You use a shooter named Bobby Quick?" she asked.

"I do, but lady, I've not seen him in days," Erik replied, his hands raised. The woman was like a flash, taking out the two men to either side of Erik, disarming them and disabling them. As she did, the man stood there, pointing a gun at him, lazily chewing on a toothpick. They were both dressed in black, and showed no nerves. After the two security men went down, she drew her weapon on Erik. The man lazily reached into his inner coat pocket, pulled out a USB drive, and threw it on Erik's desk.

"Play it," The man said in a soft, but intimidating voice.

Erik moved slowly, picked up the USB drive, and plugged it into his computer. He watched the computer, his eyes wide. "I haven't seen him!" Erik protested. "Besides, that guy owes me money; why would I have him killed?" Erik looked up. "Why do you care?"

"Because that was my father," the woman hissed. The color drained from Erik's face.

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Two weeks earlier

"I'm confused," Bryce said. "The Sting is about a con."

"Ah, but it's not just about the con, but getting away with the con," Chuck replied, grinning. "What people miss in that movie is the 'murder' that makes everyone leave the fake sportsbook."

"And that's what we're focusing on," Jack said.

"We?" Sarah asked, confusion on her face.

"We," Jack emphasized. "Listen, Erik is as new-school as they come, so if you try to fake my death, it's got to look legit. That means nothing done by computer."

"Also, we can't do like The Sting and do it in front of him. On a movie set is one thing, but in real life…" Chuck trailed off.

"Too many variables," Jack finished for him, a little impressed. Chuck laid his finger against his nose. Jack grinned, and did the same.

Sarah rolled her eyes, and walked over to another part of the room. "Finally found a flaw in Chuck?" Bryce asked, moving over to her, goading her.

"No… if anything, I wish he'd ask me more," Sarah admitted.

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Now

"Listen, this is a fake, and I get it… you love your father-" Erik began.

"Love my father?" Sarah asked, whipping off her sunglasses, looking into Erik's eyes. Erik gulped, and stepped back. "The sonofabitch owes me so much I don't know if I can calculate it."

"Oh boy," Erik muttered. "Listen, can my men verify it?" Chuck reached over and pulled out the USB from the computer. "You idiot, that could wipe it clean!"

"Oh, my bad," Chuck replied.

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Two weeks ago.

"We need into Erik's computers," Chuck began.

"But you'll be with me," Sarah countered.

"But I'll be here," Sheila answered from the top of the Castle steps.

"She's good," Chuck replied, shrugging.

"Good enough to do what needs to be done," Sheila replied.

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Now

"I'm carrying a copy," Chuck replied, pulling out another USB. "Call in one… just one… of your nerds."

"I wouldn't call them nerds," Erik said.

"Must not be any good," Sarah muttered. Erik hit a buzzer on his desk, and a minute later the door opened.

"Frank, take this to our best tech guy," Erik said. "Have them analyze the data, and make sure it's a fake."

"We should go with them and make sure they don't try and lie," Chuck said. Erik looked nervous. "I mean, wouldn't you lie if you thought you might get killed?"

Sarah cocked the gun, and beads of sweat trickled down his head. Suddenly they all heard a commotion in the main room.

}o{

Two weeks ago

"So how do we wrap it all up?" Bryce asked. Chuck and Jack turned to each other and grinned.

}o{

Now

Sarah turned, her eyes wide. "Charles! Look out!" Chuck's body jerked as bullets hit his back, and he crashed to the ground. Sarah moved to shut the door, when she was hit in the shoulder. She raised her gun.

"Jenny Burton, Ice Queen, this is for stealing my partner!" Bryce yelled, shooting her in the chest. Erik's goons went for their guns, when Bryce pointed his gun at them. "Bryce Larkin, CIA," he said. "Been after these two for a while. Lot of unsanctioned kills by them."

"Who the hell were they?" Erik asked

"The Ice King and Queen," Bryce replied.

"Got something, Boss," a big burley man said, handing Bryce a tablet. Bryce took the tablet, looked at it, and gave a low whistle. "Heh," the big man grunted. "Guess that moron gave us something useful."

"That he did," Bryce replied. He looked up at Erik. "Seems the Ice King hacked your computers when you put that USB in." Erik went pale. "Yeah, seems your skimming off the top… sure hate it if your bosses found this."

"What do you want?" Erik asked.

"You, out of the US, now," Bryce replied. "Or maybe I make it these agents were killed by your men."

"You wouldn't!" Erik bellowed. Bryce typed something into the tablet.

"What are you doing?" Erik asked.

"Oh, I'm about to send this to your… father," Bryce said.

"WAIT!" Erik yelled. He straightened his coat, and looked from goon one to goon two. "Think it's time I go back home, don't you, boys?" The two goons nodded. Ten minutes later, the place was cleared of bad buys.

"Chuck, that was the worst death scene I've seen in my life," Bryce told him.

"Here I am dead on the floor and you talk about me like that," Chuck said, sitting up. "Sarah?"

"I'm fine," she said, huffing.

"You're not acting fine," Chuck replied. She gave him a smile, picked herself up, and offered him a hand. "You're also avoiding the question."

"Well, I'm not the only person avoiding the question," she reminded him. She helped him up, and as he stood she looked up at him. "I'm just glad he's safe, and we get to go back home." Chuck nodded, and Sarah turned and left the room.

"Ready for the plan?" Bryce asked.

Chuck just grinned.

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Sarah walked into Castle the next morning, a little sad. Her father was supposed to be living in an apartment in Castle, helping run the coffee shop upstairs. Sarah didn't think anyone should trust him being in Castle at all, let alone by himself. But Bryce told her he had been locked out of everything. She'd started to say something else, when her father agreed with Sarah, and ended up staying with Bryce.

She was lost in thought as she came around the corner, seeing a picture of Paris covering the whole wall in front of her. Then the picture changed to Rome. Then to Greece, and finally, the waterfront in San Diego.

"That's my favorite," Chuck said, making her spin in surprise.

"What's your favorite?" Sarah asked, not knowing what was going on.

"The places you've been, the exotic locales; but San Diego, it's my favorite," Chuck told her. "In fact, I cannot expresso enough what it means to me."

She chuckled. "Chuck, why is it your favorite?"

"It's where I met you," he said, her eyes widening. "A girl… excuse me, a woman, that has absolutely changed my life. She's has bean my everything."

"Chuck-" she began.

He took her hands. "She's bean my protector, my friend, my lover…" She smirked at him. "And now… now there's one more thing I'd like her to be. One more thing I'd… really like her to be."

"Say really one more time," she threatened.

He sunk to a knee, her eyes wide. "Sarah Walker, will you really marry me?"

A/N: You're stopping it there?!