A/N: The finale…..for now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck


"Okay, I need to put the wire-" Casey began.

"I will take care of that," Zondra said, taking the wire from Casey. "Unless you want Chuck to help you with it."

"While I do, we all know what might happen with he and I in the bathroom, and me topless," Sarah told Zondra. Chuck grinned, and Casey looked like he might throw up.

"Gun misfire?" Casey asked, pleased with himself. He looked at Chuck, who was shaking his head at him. "What?"

"You need to see a doctor," Chuck told Casey. Casey gave him a confused look. "A podiatrist, to be exact." Casey was even more confused, but Sarah was shaking her head, laughing.

"Why the hell do I need to see I podiatrist?" Casey asked.

"Because there is something obviously misaligned in your soul," Chuck told Casey.

"God, I love you," Sarah blurted out. Everyone turned toward Sarah, looking shocked, except for one person; Chuck showed no shock.

"I'm gonna give you the out, that you said that in the heat of the moment of an amazing joke," Chuck began.

"It was God-awful," Jack told him.

"It really was," Zondra added.

"I won't hold you to it," Chuck finished.

"I want you to hold me to it, and to you," Sarah told him.

"Okay, into the bathroom, now!" Zondra told Sarah. "We gotta get the wire on you, before you two get married." Zondra pushed Sarah to the bathroom door.

"Hey, Sarah," Chuck said, making her turn. "I love you." She smiled at him, and winked. Zondra pushed Sarah into the bathroom. Chuck was smiling until he saw the look on Jack's face.

"Your gonna make me come to holidays, and stuff, and tell these terrible jokes, aren't you?" Jack asked.

"Jack, you wound me," Chuck replied.

"You didn't say no," Jack pointed out. Chuck grinned at him.

}o{

"Can I get another?" Sarah asked the waitress a little while later. Chuck was over with the other guys, doing something. He said it was playing Dungeons and Dragons… whatever the hell that was. He, Morgan, Lester, Jeff, and a few others she didn't know, seemed to be having fun.

"Which one of those losers are you with?" Amy sneered.

Sarah snorted. "No one permanently, so far," Sarah replied.

"What's your angle?" Amy asked, sitting down beside her, watching the group, irritation on her face. "They lie, you know."

"You gotta have them eating out of your hand," Sarah told her. "You have to make them believe you care about that boring crap."

"Whatever," Amy said with a snort of derision.

"Chuck," Sarah said. Chuck looked up and turned toward her. Sarah crooked a finger and beckoned him to her. He was out of his seat like a shot. "So, I was telling my friend how you know useless trivia."

"I know a lot of it," Chuck replied.

"So tell me something that is completely useless, yet fascinating," Sarah prompted him.

"Did you know in Denmark, they weren't having enough children, so an advertising campaign was launched with the purpose of increasing the number of children born," Chuck told them. "The slogan of the campaign was, 'Do It for Denmark.' To help achieve this, after ten o'clock at night, they put on more suggestive TV shows, to get adults more enamored."

"Fascinating," Sarah told him. "Know any good puns?" Chuck gave Amy a look, and then looked back to Sarah. "I really want to hear a good pun, Chuck."

Chuck cleared his throat. "You know my uncle was a ventriloquist dummy," Chuck began. He looked over at Amy and then back to Sarah, who nodded at him to continue. "He died drinking furniture polish."

"That's awful," Sarah said. "And not very funny."

Chuck grinned at her. "It was a slow death, but a beautiful finish." She smiled at him, leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Thank you, Chuck," Sarah told him. "Go on and play your game, I'm just gonna have some girl talk."

"Thanks, babe," Chuck said. He got up and returned to the gathering of nerds.

"Okay, what of his are you after?" Amy asked.

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked.

"Women like you," Amy began, "don't date guys like that, unless you're after something." Sarah grinned, but didn't say anything. "Come on, I've done it. Every woman who wants to get somewhere has done it."

"He has a computer program," Sarah said with a shrug.

"What program?" Amy asked. Sarah could tell she was getting upset.

"Interlock, Intercross?" Sarah replied, shrugging her shoulders. "All I have to do is get it, and get it to my buyer."

"The Intersect?" Amy asked, her eyes going wide.

"That's it," Sarah said.

"But… that's impossible," Amy began. "Manoosh had it… he swore he did."

"Nope, Chuck has it. He created it," Sarah said. "Oh," she said, her eyes going wide. "You're her."

"I'm who?" Amy asked.

"Apparently, this Manoosh was lying to some girl in order to sleep with her, so she could get it," Sarah said with a wince. "Sorry, you got the wrong nerd."

"I'm gonna kill him," Amy growled. "Hell, I've already killed him once. I'm gonna dig his ass up, bring him back to life, and kill him again."

"I'm sorry, what?" Sarah asked.

Amy stood. "I've killed one nerd already, and if you don't give me that program, I'm going to kill your nerd, and then you."

Sarah stood. "That's a bad idea," Sarah began, as Amy charged her. Sarah flipped her, crashing Amy into the table, flat on her back. Sarah punched Amy in the face, knocking her out. Everyone was standing, looking at her.

"What? She threatened to kill Chuck."

"Makes sense to me," Morgan said. He and the others sat down, except for Chuck, who walked over to Sarah.

"Are you okay?" Chuck asked.

"I am," Sarah replied. "I say we get Casey to take her away, and then you I discuss this Denmark situation."

"Neither of us are Danish," Chuck pointed out.

"Ever hear of roleplay, Chuck?" Sarah asked.

}o{

As everyone began to check out the next morning, Lester and Jeff pulled Chuck, and by extension, Sarah, off to the side. "Listen, Jeff and I have been talking," Lester began.

"We hate this," Jeff told Chuck. "We're artists, musicians… not business people.

"That's the first intelligent thing you've said," Sarah muttered.

"Thank you," Jeff said sincerely.

Sarah started to respond. "Leave it," Chuck muttered to her, sotto voce.

"I have a proposal," Lester began again. "What if we make you the CEO, and Sarah the Chief Marketing Officer, and you two run the business. However you see fit."

"And you'll do what?" Chuck asked.

"Go back and tour Germany," Jeff answered.

"You should know that Chuck and I are together," Sarah told Lester.

"I know, you're CMO and he's CEO," Lester replied.

"No, Lester, we are a couple," Sarah told Lester.

"Whatever, it will end now that you two are going back to the real world," Lester said, rolling his eyes.

"Listen you Human Resources walking nightmare," Sarah began, grabbing his shirt and twisting it.

"Charles, help!" Lester begged.

"Nope, I want to hear this," Chuck told him.

"I love this man, and I'm going to spend every moment I can with him until he's sick of me," Sarah told Lester. "Now, you can think or say whatever you want, but I am telling you, my sole goal, is to be with him. Do you understand me?"

"Loud and clear," Lester whimpered. "You two run the place, we just want to go back to Germany."

"Fine, draw it up," Sarah told him. "And make sure everything is legal." Sarah let Lester go, and he and Jeff scampered off.

"Good Lord that was hot," Chuck muttered.

"Admit it, you find everything I do hot," Sarah told him.

"I do," Chuck said. "Listen, we've been roomies for a few days now-"

"Do you want me to move in with you, or you, with me?" Sarah asked.

"Whichever," Chuck told her. "But you know, you might get sick of my puns."

"Give me your worst, your absolute worst," Sarah challenged.

"If we go back to my place, we can watch a documentary I recorded," Chuck began. Sarah grinned at him. "It's about insane nudists."

"And what, Chuck Bartwoski, is the name of this wonderfully insightful film?" Sarah asked, wrapping her arms around him.

"I Can See Your Nuts," Chuck told her. She burst out into laughter. "This is where you should run."

"I'm not moving," Sarah said.

"I noticed," Chuck replied. "Let's go home."

"Let's," Sarah agreed.


A/N: So ends this story, however, it's not often I say it, but there is a chance this one returns. If so, I'll just continue in this fic. I love this universe, but I need a story for it. So for now, let's say goodbye, let me finish a few things, and maybe one day, when I've collected enough puns, we'll return. Thank you for reading this and all my others. Take care, my friends.