A/N: Back to Coffee, What's Cole Got to do with it?

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Sarah scanned the parking lot again. "Sarah, can I please get up?" Chuck pleaded from the floorboard of the backseat.

"Listen; if my dad says we have a problem, then we have a problem," Sarah told him. "Okay, lot is clear, you can sit up." Chuck rose up, looking annoyed. "Get that look off of your face buster. I will do whatever it takes to protect you."

"I know that," Chuck sputtered. "But do you know how uncomfortable it is in the back of the car?"

"You've liked it when I was back there, with you," she said, giving him a significant look.

"Well," he drawled. "That's different." His face was a little red, but he wasn't blushing as much as he usually did, and Sarah wasn't sure if she liked that or not.

"Okay, let's go inside," she said, getting out. She went to his door, opened it, and gestured for him to move.

"It's a good thing I'm not caught up in traditional gender norms," he muttered.

"Oh, don't lie… you like it when I'm on top."

"I doooo," he admitted, a grin on his face. "And so do you."

"Shut up," she said, pushing him inside, laughing. The laughter fell from their faces as they saw Jack, his arms crossed, looking at them. "Okay, Dad, we're here. Which again, I don't think is safe."

"This is about you, Darlin', not about him," Jack said. "No offense to him."

"He doesn't take any," Chuck replied. "It's probably a latte fuss over nothing." Jack just gave him a look. "He doesn't look too frappe about my coffee puns."

"What can I say, he's got a bitter mug," Sarah replied.

"Not you too, Darlin'?" Jack said. "Listen, some big, strapping British guy just came in here looking for you, wanted to see if you were single."

"Probably all of the straight men in the UK would like to know if you're single," Chuck muttered.

"I'm not," she said, and glanced at him. "Don't make me prove it to you."

"Is that the threat you think it is?" Chuck asked.

"Ahem," Jack said. There was no clearing of his throat, he just literally said ahem to pull them back to the conversation.

"Would you recognize him if you saw him again?" Chuck asked Jack. Jack nodded. "Come with us."

}o{

"Damn it," Chuck muttered.

"What, that's him!" Jack said, pointing to Cole Barker. "How do you know him?"

"Yeah, Chuck how do you know him?" Sarah asked, curious.

"Your mission," Chuck told her, and her eyes went wide. "When you two split, after you got hit with the shot."

"I had forgotten that was the same mission you helped me through," Sarah said, shaking her head.

"Wait, this guy left my girl, and she was wounded?!" Jack said, his temper rising.

"Jack," Chuck began.

"I'm not gonna fight him, I promise. Have you seen him? He's even better looking in person," Jack said. "What could he want?"

"Probably my help," Sarah said. "I do owe him." Chuck and Jack looked at her. "He did lead away most of the guys after us."

"You don't owe him a damn thing, Darlin'," Jack proclaimed.

"Why you?" Chuck asked.

"We might have been a cover couple that night," Sarah admitted. "And if our cover wasn't blown, which knowing him, it probably wasn't…"

"Got it," Chuck said, standing up. "Well, I'm going to the little boy's room, and you probably need to call this in." Chuck quickly walked out of the room.

"What's eating him?" Jack asked.

"I was part of a cover with Cole," Sarah repeated. "As you said, 'Have you seen him?'"

"Ohhhh," Jack replied. "You two didn't… you know what, I don't want to know."

"We did not, we were professionals, but…" Sarah trailed off.

"You wanted to?" Jack asked, confused.

"God, no," Sarah replied. "I mean yeah, he's good looking, but that's it. He's a nice enough guy, but there's not a lot of extra when it comes to Cole. He's all about the job. No, if he's looking for me, then it's strictly professional."

"Does he know that?" Jack asked.

"Probably not, and I need to talk to him," Sarah said.

"Or, you could just let him stew," Jack replied, grinning. "What? Might be fun seeing the kid jealous."

"No, Dad," Sarah said, shaking her head and walking the way Chuck had exited.

"Doesn't mean I can't mess with him," Jack said to himself, grinning.

}o{

"Walker, your boytoy is here!" Casey yelled, just as Sarah found Chuck. Chuck put his lips together and blew out his cheeks, widening his eyes.

"He's not… we didn't," she began.

"WALKER!" Casey barked.

"Damn it," she swore, and started toward the stairs. She spun on a heel, grabbed him, and kissed him until he thought he was very special agent Chuck Walker. "I love you," she said, as she turned and headed up the steps.

"Chuck, you got a minute," Jack said, walking over to him. "'Cause, I have an idea."

Chuck knew he shouldn't listen to Jack, but at that moment jealousy's ugly head had risen.

}o{

"Chuck, this is Cole," Sarah said. "Cole, this is my fiancé, Chuck."

"Fiancé?" Cole said, surprise clearly all over his face. "Well, well." He paused for a second and held out his hand. "Well done, Chuck."

Sarah gave Cole a look, and fought not to roll her eyes. "Listen, I'm going to go call this in. Will you stay here with Cole for a bit?"

"Sure," Chuck replied. They watched her leave and Chuck motioned to the kitchen area. "Drink?"

"Love one," Cole said.

"Please, help yourself," Chuck said, sitting down at the bar.

"You're not gonna have one?" Cole asked.

"She doesn't like it when I drink during the day," Chuck replied with a shrug.

"I understand… mine doesn't like it when I go out and drinks with the guys," Cole replied.

"So you understand," Chuck said with a grin. "You know, gotta do what I gotta do to keep her happy." Chuck smiled at Cole.

"Forgive me, I just didn't see Sarah Walker settling down, and with… well, someone not from the spy world," Cole said, opening a beer for himself, and setting a glass of water on the bar for Chuck.

"Oh, I am CIA," Chuck told him. Cole looked surprised. "I was with her that night, you know, that you two separated."

"I never saw you…" Cole said, trying desperately to remember.

"I was on coms," Chuck said with a shrug.

"Ohhhhh!" Cole replied. "Well, how amazing!" He paused and looked at Chuck. "You two been together ever since?"

"What? No," Chuck replied. "I only met her a short time ago, you know, after she left the CIA."

"She left the CIA?" Cole asked. "Well, that's a problem, because I sort of need her. I need her to be my girlfriend that has a wandering eye."

"Oh," Chuck replied. "Well, I mean if they let her, I don't see why not."

"Let her?" Cole asked.

"We don't talk about it, but she left because the CIA wasn't really happy with her. Nor she with them, for that matter," Chuck said, looking a little nervous.

"That's crazy, why would the CIA be unhappy with her?"

"I mean, she's pretty crazy," Chuck said, shrugging. "She gets mad at me when I jostle her box that's on the dresser."

"Must be something important in there," Cole replied.

"Her ex-boyfriend's teeth," he said shrugging, as he sipped on his water. He put the glass down. "Dude's been missing for six months, but he's not coming back."

Cole's eyes went wide. "Uh, Chuck," Cole began.

"Your girlfriend gets mad when you go out and drink, right?" Cole nodded. "Mine gets mad when she can't see the moon."

"Hey guys," Sarah said, walking in. "I have been cleared to take part in the mission, if that's okay, Chuck?"

"You know I was thinking, what we really need is for you to distract him and give him some night-night juice, and I'm not really needed," Cole began, looking a little nervous. Sarah glance from Cole to Chuck, who seemed to be studying the wallpaper. "Why don't we have you two go in, as a cover couple?"

"That's not-" Sarah began.

"I love it!" Chuck said. Sarah turned to him. "I mean, I've been in the field before, and we can lure him away. You can tell him I like kinky things."

"That's a great idea," Cole said, backing out of the room.

"Have you been drinking?" Sarah asked. Cole's eyes went wide.

"He has not," Cole said, defending Chuck.

"I haven't," Chuck insisted.

"Well, have to go call this in," Cole said, bolting out of the room.

Sarah turned slowly to Chuck who smiled at her. "Let me guess… Dad?" Chuck said nothing. Sarah took a deep breath and sighed. "I love you. I may murder you, and hide the body, but I love you."

"Good," Chuck replied. "Because I'm sort of freaking out about having to go in the field again." Sarah looked up to the heavens, ready to kill her father.

A/N: For the love of Pete….