A/N: Ya'll seem to be enjoying this. There actually is a plot here, but I must tell you the movie Clue and Knives Out really influenced this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck


"What exactly do you mean, of course he is, Chuck? Huh? What exactly do you mean?" Sarah asked, her nostrils flaring, anger spreading across her face.

"That Jeff and Lester are putting on a convention for the entire company, hosted by a con artist," Chuck replied, looking a little scared. "I mean, it's so on-brand from them."

"Oh," Sarah said, the anger fading, and embarrassment taking its place. "Right."

"What did you think I meant, Sarah?" Chuck asked, tilting his head, and studying her.

"I didn't know," she said, looking down at her fidgeting hands.

Chuck grinned and was silent until she looked up at him. "Well, I mean, I'm no expert on people," he began.

"You seem to be doing a pretty good job, from where I'm standing," she replied.

Chuck smiled at her. "But, if you forced me to guess, I would have thought that you thought I had grouped you in with your father, and thought the very worst of you." Sarah twisted her lips. "And, that I was seriously reconsidering our…" He trailed off.

"Our what?" she asked, curious.

"Our relationship."

There was silence for a moment. "We have a relationship?" she asked, grinning at him.

"Yeah, we're retreat-partners," he said, grinning. "We're fake boyfriend and girlfriend. Which reminds me, will you now try to fake snuggle me in the bed?"

"No, there will be no fake snuggling," Sarah told him, smirking.

"Noted," he replied. "Also, I'd like to think we're friends, or at least on our way to becoming friends."

"I would call us friends," Sarah told him. "Okay, I'm gonna freshen up, if you don't mind."

"I mean you already kissed me in front of your dad, so I'm not sure how much more fresh you can get." She tilted her head and gave him a look, but she was grinning the entire time. "Oh, you meant… go ahead."

He turned on the TV, began to unpack his things, and when he was finished, laid down on the bed, watching whatever was on.

"We need to go to the lunch soon," Sarah told him, walking out of the bathroom.

"Well, I was going to watch this documentary on what keeps ships together, Trust me, it's Riveting," Chuck began, making her snort. "But I'd much rather go to lunch with you."

She turned toward him with an amused smile on her face. "You make that sound like a date."

"It might have to be, since we're fake boyfriend and girlfriend," Chuck pointed out.

"I've noticed something. You keep saying fake boyfriend but no fake on the girlfriend part," Sarah said. "Are you projecting?"

"What? You think I would want someone as funny as you, as intelligent as you, as kind as you, as amazing as you, to be my real-life girlfriend?" Chuck asked. "I think you're giving me way too much credit, Sarah Walker. There is no way I'd ever think I'd be worthy of being your boyfriend."

"Stand up," she said softly. He did, confusion on his face, and she walked over to him. She looked him in the eye, reached up, and pulled his head to hers, kissing him soundly. When she pulled back, his eyes darted back and forth, searching her face.

"Not that I am complaining, but what was that for?"

"Practice," Sarah replied with a shrug. "I would hope if my boyfriend said something like that, I would reward him. I mean, I hope you found it rewarding."

"Oh, it was rewarding," Chuck agreed quickly. "But don't you mean fake boyfriend?"

She didn't say anything for a few seconds, letting that hang in the air. Just as it was about to become uncomfortable, she spoke. "We should go before they think we're up here, doing things."

"We wouldn't want that, would we?" Chuck replied.

"No, as quiet as we've been, it would sound like we're not very good," Sarah told him, as she turned and headed toward the door.

Chuck wasn't even moving, but he felt like he had just tripped.

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"Food's not bad," Chuck said, looking around the dining room. "I'm just glad there's no meatloaf."

"You don't like meatloaf?" Sarah asked. Chuck shook his head. "I mean Bat Out of Hell is a classic." Chuck glanced over at her, and saw her smirk as she chewed. "One and Two, if you're wondering."

"You are quite amazing Sarah Walker. Did you know that?" he asked.

"It's a gift," she said, bouncing a shoulder. A moment later, she continued, "And a curse." Chuck nearly spit out his drink, laughing. "So, here's my bet. There is going to be a bunch of corporate buzzwords thrown around, like synergy, and teamwork."

"Go team," Chuck said.

"I'm on Team Chuck," she said, looking him in the eye.

"Huh, that's gonna be weird, because I want to be on Team Sarah," Chuck replied.

"Nope," She said, emphasizing the p. "I said I'm on Team Chuck, so I'm already on Team Chuck." She gave him a look. "Got a problem me being on Team Chuck?"

"I mean, from what you told your dad, you've been on Team Chuck for a while," Chuck replied, making her nearly spit out her drink. "I'm sorry," he began.

"For what?" she asked, laughing.

"That's something Lester would have said. If you want to report me to HR, I completely understand."

She gave him an amused look, reached over, and took his hand. "No, he would have said it in a creepy way. Not knowing me, not joking…" She grinned at him. "You were joking, right?" Chuck took a drink of water, as Sarah let go of his hand and went back to eating.

"Is it hot in here, or is it me? Is it the food? Is it spicy?"

"Something's spicy," she told him. She grinned, as she watched him, and took another bite, sliding the food off the fork with her exposed teeth.

Chuck turned a shade of red he didn't know existed.

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"Teams are built on chemistry… knowledge of your partner or partners," Daphne began.

"Is she talking about working, or dating?" Chuck asked in a low voice, leaning over to Sarah.

"Why not both?" Sarah replied.

"Why can't I be on Team Sarah?" he asked.

"I didn't say you couldn't," she replied, shrugging. Chuck didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. Sarah had a satisfied smirk on her face.

"So, what we need to do, is get to know our coworkers," Daphne began.

"And if you already know someone, then let's get to know someone else," Jack added in.

"Exactly," Daphne agreed.

"Except for Charles and Sarah," Lester said, butting in, and standing. "They have a very difficult job, and I need them to be as one." Jack's face twitched. "To break them up now, as they are becoming a team, would leave them high and dry." Jack blinked. "We need to pound teamwork into them. I need them to nail this."

"Oh God," Chuck said, sliding down into his chair, covering his face with his hand.

"Well, they are together, as a couple," Jack pointed out. "So maybe them not being together at work would be helpful."

"They are?" Lester said, happiness on his face.

"Is that a problem?" Sarah asked, speaking up. Chuck turned to her, his hand still covering his face.

"No," Lester said. "No, it is perfect! Just think, Charles, showing Sarah exactly what everything means, how to properly phrase things, show her how things work."

"I know how things work just fine, thankyouverymuch," Sarah muttered, in a low voice that only Chuck could hear.

"And Sarah," Lester said, nearly reverently. "She will take what Charles gives her," he began, pausing dramatically.

"Does he even realize how he sounds?" Chuck muttered, forcing Sarah to keep her face straight and not burst out in laughter.

"And turn it into something beautiful, where for months, she will show our customers the labor and love that goes into our products," Lester continued.

"Not one damn clue, does he?" Chuck asked. Sarah nearly cried, trying to hold in the laughter.

"As we develop, foster, and birth our relationships with our clients, and they adopt our bundles of love," Lester finished.

Everyone looked on in horror, except Sarah, who was about to explode from laughter. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. Jack stood there, no clue what to say.

"Sounds good to me!" Daphne chirped. "Everyone choose a partner, except Charles and Sarah."

"Come on," Sarah said, grabbing Chuck's hand, and pulling him away. "Let's get out of here, before my father wants to talk to me."

"Go Charles! Go Sarah!" Lester called after them. "Let your union make us rich!"

"He is insane," Chuck muttered, following Sarah.


A/N: Seriously, if you're taking ANY of this seriously….Reviews and PMs are always appreciated.