A/N: This fic is about to take a turn you weren't ready for, but it will be fine. For now, enjoy Sarah Walker getting extremely flustered

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

The camera cuts to Carina, who is grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "Listen, I had been carrying the weight at CIA while those two were off filming. I was good with it, but Zondra had been telling me stuff, and it was time, you know. Besides, her and Chuck deserve to be happy." She's went quiet for a moment. "You know what, edit that last line out."

}o{

That Saturday found Sarah at the CIA studios. Chuck had told Sarah to come later in the day so he, Carina, and Zondra could record their podcast, and then he would need some set up time for Beach Sessions. Sarah wasn't sure why he would, until she noticed him putting the chairs closer together. She heard a the light crashing of waves onto the surf, and she couldn't help but grin. Carina walked up beside her.

"You nervous?" Carina asked, as the two watched Chuck go through his prep work for the podcast.

"Why would I be nervous, it's Chuck," Sarah said with a shrug. "He's not gonna hit me with a gotcha question or anything to make me look bad."

"True," Carina agreed. "Let's be honest." Carina turned toward Sarah. "Doing a podcast with Chuck is like doing it missionary style. Nothing fancy, gets the job done amazingly well, and everyone's happy afterwards."

"You are so weird," Sarah replied, shaking her head, but smiling. Carina turned back and watched Chuck.

"And yet," Carina continued, and then paused.

"And yet, what?" Sarah asked.

Carina grinned, Sarah was hooked. "In a way with him…well, it's more, isn't it. I mean you're not gonna get your hair pulled or your ass slapped-"

"Jesus," Sarah said, nearly choking.

"It won't be as rememberable that way, but in other ways…well…" Carina trailed off.

"I'm not following you at all," Sarah said, shaking her head, thinking this ludicrous conversation was over.

"I mean, think about it, it's Chuck," Carina said, her voice lowering. Sarah was staring at Chuck. "He's going to be watching you. Locking eyes with you. Making sure you're okay. There's times he will ask a question that makes you oh, so, vulnerable, and while he's doing it, he's looking through your eyes, right into your soul."

Sarah visibly swallowed.

"Chuck's the kind of man, who going to gently cup your cheek, and hold on tight as you get out all of those things and feeling, that you've kept inside the whole time, and when you are yourself…your true, vulnerable, naked self, splayed out right there in front of him, he's not going to judge you, he's not going to gawk at you. No, not Chuck Bartowski. He's going to thank you for allowing him to be in that moment."

Sarah cleared her throat, and rubbed the back of her neck with her hand as she cleared her throat. Carina moved closer to Sarah and spoke right in her ear.

"Let's be honest, he's the kind of guy during foreplay, when you feel his tongue on your thigh." Sarah blinked. "That if you look down, you're gonna see those two eyes staring back up at you. Not because he wants to pat himself on the back for making you have an amazing moment, oh no." Carina paused and went in for the kill. "He wants to make sure he's doing it right and you're receiving maximum pleasure."

"Oh God," quietly escaped her lips.

"You ready?" Chuck asked, making her jump. She hadn't noticed him leave his chair. Hell, she hadn't noticed anything in a bit, her eyes were having trouble seeing the here and now. She had been….thinking…

"Uh, you know what, I need just a second to use the loo, if you don't mind," Sarah told him, spinning.

"Need me to show you where it is?" Carina asked sweetly.

"Nope!" Sarah said in a clipped voice walking out of the room.

"What did you do?" Chuck asked Carina who was watching Sarah walk away. Carina turned to Chuck. She had a cat-ate-the-canary shit-eating grin on her face.

"Hmm?" Carina hummed.

"What did you say?"

"I was simply telling her that you would gently guide her through this…it is her first time after all. You know how these virgins get all squirrely."

"Could you not make everything a sexual innuendo?" Chuck began. "Never mind, I knew it sounded stupid the minute it came out of my mouth." He turned and headed back to his chair as Carina stood there, beaming, proud of herself.

}o{

"Today is a special day, Ladies and Gentlemen," Chuck began. "I am interviewing one of my favorite celebrities, AND I now have the privilege to work with her…maybe for her is the better term."

"With," Sarah insisted, chuckling. "With."

"Fine, with," Chuck replied, holding his hands up in surrender. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Sarah, Louise, Walker!"

"My middle name is not Louise," Sarah replied laughing.

"I'm aware," Chuck said, giggling. "A little humor as an ice breaker. Because I have a question…how much of that scene in 24 where you were tied up and your arms were behind you, how much of that was CGI?" Sarah grinned at him. "All of it?"

"None of it," Sarah replied. Chuck's jaw dropped. "It was full on. I mean I got breaks when I needed them but…" she shrugged.

"Jesus you're amazing," Chuck breathed. Zondra laughed out loud in the control room. Chuck shook his head to get back on track. "Okay, that was the warm-up, now, it's time for the big question."

"Ooo, you're just gonna go there?" Sarah asked.

"I mean we could do the small talk, but I think we know each other well enough to get to the important question that needs to be asked."

"Okay," Sarah said.

"What's it gonna take for you to do another Expendables movie, and call it Expendables: Ladies Night 3, This Ain't No Bachelorette Party?"

Sarah burst out laughing. It took her a few seconds to sober up enough to answer it. "I will make you this promise, IF I ever do another Expendables, I will pitch that as the title."

"Okay, I'm gonna hold you to that," Chuck told her. "Let's be serious for a moment, can we talk about your parents and you childhood?" Sarah nodded. "This is an audio medium," Chuck told her gently.

"Yes," Sarah said chuckling. "But, I think I know where you're going with this. My parents did leave Poland to get away from Communism and how the country was. They moved to Australia, had me, and we did speak Polish in my house. English was my second language growing up."

"What was that like? Did you have any other friends who spoke your native language?" Chuck asked, a softness and kindness in his voice.

"No, no one else, but I did meet people," Sarah told him. "I met Mark at a young age, and we became friends. I've asked him about this before, and he kinda agrees with me. We were both a little bit different, an outcast. He was…and is…gay, which in Australia was a crime until recently."

"So, did you two see yourselves as outcasts?"

"No, I wouldn't say that, but we did gravitate towards those that maybe were shunned by others," Sarah admitted. "We all had our own art and way to express ourselves. I like to draw, Mark is an amazing photographer, and many of my friends acted with me."

"So you met friends doing plays?"

"No," Sarah said, chuckling. "I made them be a part of the plays I created."

"Huh, I know how they feel," Chuck said grinning at her.

"I can be very persuasive," Sarah told him, laughing. "I've always loved performing and drawing emotions and reactions out of people through acting."

"So why make the change to producing?" Chuck asked. Sarah looked uncomfortable. "Hey, we can skip that and edit it out. Zondra will you write down where we are so I can-"

"I still love acting," Sarah said, making Chuck stop, and turn to her to listen. "I am good at producing. As I said, I've been doing it for a long time. There are some very specific goals I want to meet, that I'm not ready to talk about right now."

"Absolutely fair," Chuck told her.

She nodded at him in thanks. "But to meet them, I need to get this production company established, and I thought, if I'm going to do this, then I should do something I want to do. Make the kind of shows I want to make, and this story, of a woman in her mid-thirties, is the type of story I want to tell."

"Is it based off of anyone in particular?"

"No," Sarah answered. "I don't know where the idea hit me, but as I talked to women writers, from all backgrounds about the premise, they threw out all of these different ideas, and it just grew and grew and grew until….until it blossomed into this. To be honest, I was a little stunned that Netflix agreed to it."

"Well, I'm honored to be a part of it," Chuck told her sincerely. She reached over and squeezed his hand, smiling at him. "Now, you've mentioned your parents. Are they still in Australia?"

"No," Sarah told him. "They moved here a few years ago, and are enjoying living here. I'm trying to repay them for all they did for me."

Chuck was silent for a moment. "You know, I've never been a parent, so, maybe I'm being stupid in what I'm about to say, but I have to believe they are extremely proud of you and all you have accomplished."

"They are," Sarah told him. "In fact, it's taken everything in my power to make sure they haven't visited the studio."

"Sarah Louise Walker," Chuck began. She began to laugh and fell forward from it. "You have to let them come to the studio. In fact, Mr and Mrs Walker, if you can hear this, you are invited as my personal guests to come to the studio."

"Chuck," Sarah tried to protest.

"Now, I'm going to need their names, off-air of course, but you have to let them come," Chuck insisted.

"They will do nothing but question you," Sarah told him.

"And?" Chuck asked. "Sarah, seriously, after everything you've done for me, answering questions your parents ask is no problem."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Sarah told him.

"Text them right now that they can come Monday," Chuck told her. She began to giggle. Chuck crossed his arms.

"Oh, God, you're serious," Sarah said. Chuck continued to sit there. "This is an audio medium, Chuck." Chuck's mouth dropped.

"DAAAYYYMMMMNNN!" Zondra said over the mic in the control room.

"Sarah Louise," Chuck said in a low, impressed breath. Sarah was giggling. "Text them." Sarah shook her head and pulled out her phone. "For those of you listening at home." Sarah continued to chuckle. "Sarah is texting them now, and we're waiting for a response."

"You're a lot, you know it?" Sarah asked.

"Maybe, but you've never had more fun in an interview have you?" Sarah couldn't help but agree. Her phone vibrated. "What did they say?"

"They will be there Monday."

"Yay, I get to meet the parents," Chuck said joyfully.

"You know those that think we're dating will use this against us," Sarah told him.

"Eh, as you said, who cares," Chuck told her waving his hand. "For the record, are you and I dating?"

"No," Sarah replied. "Or, hooking up or whatever else it's being called now days."

"Think that did any good?" Chuck asked her. Sarah laughed.

"No," Sarah replied. "People are gonna think what they want no matter what you tell them."

"Okay, enough of this, on to serious topics…if you were stranded on an island, what kind of sandwich would you bring with you and why?" Chuck asked her. Sarah began to laugh again.

Zondra watched the two of them as the two chatted, grinning at each other.

}o{

The camera cut to the interview chair where Ellie sits. She widen her eyes at the camera and smiles.

A/N: Man this is going amazing well. Crap, I just did it, didn't I?

Next time:

"I won't forget you destroyed my family," Chuck spat.

"Enough," Ellie told him.

"Chuck," Sarah said. He turned to her. "You're not here to fight with him." Chuck nodded. Ellie backed off, giving them space. "I'm here."

….yeah, I know, but trust me, it's fine. Pinky swear. Tell those you love them you do, take care of yourself.