A/N: Chuck taking Sarah's class…this is fine…this is fine.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Mr. Bartowski, you need to stretch properly," his instructor warned, as she walked by him.

Chuck shook his head and went deeper into the stretch, seeing her approving grin. "Chuck… Chuck Bartowski?" he heard from his side. He sighed. He knew Scotty Kelso was in this class, but he really was trying to avoid him.

"Hey, Scotty," Chuck said, nodding at him as he felt his leg muscle reach what he thought was its maximum stretch. That's when he felt two hands on his lower back, gently pushing him. He couldn't form words, he just groaned.

"Get deep,Mr. Bartowski," she said softly into his ear. He wanted to give her a dirty look, but his brains were screaming about tearing muscles at that moment. She continued around the class.

"She's a bit of a hard-ass to you," Scotty said. Chuck began to defend her when Scotty continued. "Good, the last thing you need to do is hurt yourself, because you didn't warm up properly."

Chuck gave Scotty a look. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I never expected you to be one into stretching or these types of workouts. You always seemed to be more weight bag and fighting moves oriented."

"Yeah, I was," Scotty admitted. "And that's how I tore my hammy." Chuck winced. "So, while she's being a little rough with you, it's for your own good."

"Tough love?" Chuck asked.

"Don't get carried away, Bartowski," Scotty said, laughing.

"Why, is she out of my league?" Chuck asked.

Scotty snorted a laugh. "Hell, you may be out of her league." Chuck blinked as he replayed that in his head.

"Bartowski, you know why I hated you in school?" Chuck shook his head. "Because I was jealous as hell. For everything you went through, you were still a good person, and that guy you stood up for… God, I never should have picked on that kid, but I was a jackass."

"Bartowski, I'm going to make you do nothing but stretch all day," the instructor warned him as she walked by. He shook his head at her and got back into his deep stretch. "Keep it up and I'll keep you after class for some one-on-one stretching."

"I'm a happily married man, ma'am," Chuck replied, sticking his tongue out at her.

"And if you wantto stay happily married, you will stretch," she warned. She walked off as he chuckled, and he felt Scotty staring at him.

"Damn, Chuck," Scotty said, shaking his head. "Married and hitting on that? I thought you were better than that?"

"Mr. Kelso, don't worry about my husband's fidelity," Sarah said, from behind Scotty, startling him. "He knows how bad I'll hurt him if he even thinks about doing something stupid… and not in the way he likes it."

"Not in public," Chuck hissed, making her laugh as she left to check on the rest of the class.

"Damn," Scotty said, shaking his head. "She's really good."

"I mean, I'm sort of biased, if I'm honest," Chuck told him.

Scotty laughed. "Seriously, I've been watching her, professionally. She's making sure everyone is taking the right precautions, including some who apparently like to live dangerously," he said, giving Chuck a look.

"Stretch, Bartowski," she said, pressing him forward, making him groan. "I think you like me doing this to you."

"No, I don't," Chuck muttered.

}o{

She exited the building, and saw him leaning against the pillar. "Hey, walk a girl home?"

"I was actually hoping you'd walk me home, and protect me," Chuck replied, shrugging. She giggled, put her hands around his arm and the two began to stroll back to their apartment.

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

"For what?" he asked, pulled out of his thoughts, and seeing the worried look on her face. "What happened, what did I do?"

"You didn't do anything, Chuck." She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you."

"When?" he asked, completely confused.

"With Scotty," she reminded him.

"You didn't embarrass me," Chuck told her. She started to argue, but he shook his head. "Sarah, you did your job as a teacher. And yeah, I'd hope you wouldn't be quite that hands on with anyone else…"

"I would have pushed anyone, physically, that didn't stretch right," she admitted.

"I was referring to the pinching of my derriere," Chuck said in a low voice, making her giggle. "I appreciate you going the extra mile for me. I'm thinking I shouldn't be in there, is what I'm thinking. I'm thinking I'm taking away from others."

"Stop right there," she told him. "No, you have every right to be there, and let's be honest; when others see what I'm doing to you, they don't say a word about me giving them direction."

"That's fair," he admitted, making her laugh and squeeze his arm even tighter. "I don't know if you noticed who was talking to me today." She gave him an amused smile. "But, he's really impressed with you. Which… is fair, because you are, in fact,

muy impresionante."

"Why thank you," she said. "Find out why he was there?"

"Uh, yeah, actually. He wants you to run his conditioning classes," Chuck told her. Sarah looked at him, her eyes wide. "He got hurt a while back, and realized the importance of complete fitness, not just getting jacked up and hitting things."

"Huh, didn't see that coming," Sarah admitted.

"Me either," Chuck said. "How's Gertrude?"

She laughed out loud. "She is fine," Sarah told him. "She's waiting on Casey to have the gumption to ask her out."

"She's gonna get old by the time that happens," Chuck told her. "Any chance of getting a post-work-out rubdown?"

"Are you offering one, or asking for one?" she replied, bumping his hip with hers.

"Normally I'd say both, but I could really use one tonight."

"Chuck… all you did was stretch," she reminded him.

"Again, I really think I shouldn't be in your class."

}o{

"I need to see him," Casey insisted. Zondra was giving Casey a death-look. Carina was on the couch, trying to ignore Casey. Chuck and Sarah were in their room, and Zondra was being forced to be nice… well, it was Zondra, so more like less mean.

"I'm telling you, they went to their bedroom, and there were oils in their hands. No one, and John Casey, I do mean no one wants to know what is going on in there," Zondra replied.

"It's really important, Rizzo," Casey stressed.

"Your funeral," she said, stepping out of his way. He walked over to Chuck and Sarah's room and knocked on the door. Zondra went over to the couch and sat beside Carina. "You okay?"

"Yup," Carina replied, flipping through a magazine. Zondra shook her head, not wanting to get involved.

"Walk-Bartowski, I gotta talk to him," Casey nearly pleaded when Sarah opened the door. She stepped aside, and let him come in. She made sure her robe was properly closed as Casey stormed by her. "Bartowski, I need you to do the hacking thing, it's an emergency."

Chuck sat up, shirtless. "What's wrong?"

"It's Verbanski," Casey said.

"Is she missing?" Sarah asked, worried.

"What? No!" Casey replied. "I need Bartowski to hack her, so I can find out what she likes."

"Is she spying on us?" Chuck asked.

"No, numbnuts, I want to ask her out," Casey explained, giving him a look as though he were stupid.

Chuck looked at Sarah. She shook her head at him. "Uh, Casey, usually you ask someone out, so you can find out the things they like."

"But this operation stands more of a chance if I know things, going in," Casey argued.

"Casey, ask her out," Sarah told him. "She likes you."

"But… you don't get it," Casey began.

"What, are you scared? Scared the person you care about won't care about you, so you hide?" she asked, staring at Casey. Chuck realized she was avoiding looking his way. "So scared that you agree to some stupid deal not to date anyone, just so the person you like won't date anyone while you figure out what the hell to do about what you're feeling?"

"Wha…?" Casey said.

"Scared that you might lose them, so you tell them how much you like to cuddle, but you don't, but you cuddle with them and then find out you do in fact not only like to cuddle, but it's an amazing feeling?" Casey slowly turned to Chuck, who shrugged.

"Scared that your past is going to run off the person you care about, and you'll never get to have that life you dreamed of?" Sarah finished, a bit of a wild look in her eyes.

"Christ," Casey muttered. "Fine, I'll just ask her out." Casey headed to the door. "Oh, that guy who used you as a reference? I rented him an apartment."

"I'm sorry, what?" Chuck asked, taken aback by what Casey had said.

"Some short, bearded weirdo," Casey told him. "He was at the wedding." And with that, he left.

Chuck turned to Sarah. "And now, what are you scared of?"

"That one day you'll leave," she said softly.

"Never," Chuck promised. "I would never leave you."

"Or I you," Sarah told him. "Come on, I haven't finished your massage."

"Not to be crude-"

"A massage, Chuck," she said, shoving him gently to the bed. He laid down and heard rustling behind him, and then her body was against him.

"I thought you said a massage," he said, his breath catching at the feel of her naked body atop his.

"There are many types of massages," she explained.

A/N: I should be ashamed of writing this fluff. I mean… I'm not. Morgan at Stanford…what could go wrong?