A/N: You think I could pass up Christmas without these two making bad puns and innuendos? CAHM ANNNNNN
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
"So, back to the point of this visit," Chuck began again.
"There was a point?" Anna asked.
"Yes!" Chuck exclaimed. "You can't wear that shirt to work." Anna looked down at the graphic tee that read Santa's Favorite Ho.
"Lester never said anything about it," Anna retorted. Chuck gave her a look, making her snort.
"Anna, you cannot wear that shirt to work," Chuck repeated.
"What about the winter holiday party?" Anna asked.
"You know what," Chuck said sitting back, throwing both hands out. "Go ahead. If you want to, at the party, be my guest."
"Has he put you on the naughty list, Miss Wu," they heard a voice from the doorway.
"No I have….not…" Chuck said, trailing off as he looked up at the Chief Marketing Officer, dressed in a black skirt, a white top, her black rimmed glasses sitting low on her nose, and her hair in a bun on top of her head. She gently pulled out the pencil in her bun and shook her head making her blond tresses flow.
Anna cleared her throat and Chuck looked at her, wide-eyed. "Do I need to say something to her?"
"God, no!" Anna said. "If you do, I'll quit."
"Anna, no more doing what you're doing on the floor with the candy canes," Sarah told Anna.
"But," Anna began, but grinned as Sarah gave her a look. Anna turned back to Chuck. "If there's nothing else?" Chuck shook his head. Anna stood, turned, started out, and paused in front of Sarah. "If that doesn't work you," she said, gesturing to the two of them. "Call me," she mouthed, putting her thumb to her ear and pinky to her mouth, making the gesture of a phone. Sarah laughed as Anna began to pull the door shut. "Give you two some privacy for the obvious, important, business you have to discuss."
Chuck shook his head and looked up at Sarah. "Having some dirty librarian thoughts there, Chuck?" She asked, emphasizing the "k".
"What, me, no," Chuck replied, trying not to become flustered.
"Want me to help you with the dewy decimal system so you can figure out where to reshelve your book?" She asked, sauntering towards him.
"Good God" he blurted out. Sarah laughed at him, came over and sat on his lap. "I'm pretty sure HR would frown on this."
"Then don't call HR in here," Sarah told him, giving him a kiss. She pulled away, reached up, played with one of his curls for a moment, sighed contently, and patted him on the chest. "That a candy cane in your pocket or are you happy to see me?"
"What?" Chuck asked. "Oh!" he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a long box he had in there. "This is for you." Sarah bounced her eyebrows. "The present, woman." She bounced them again. "Jesus, you're insatiable."
"Are you complaining?" She asked. Chuck looked away, grinning. "That's what I thought." She took the box from him. "Chuck…am I boring?"
"What?" Chuck asked.
"Well, you just don't tell me jokes like you used to," Sarah replied.
"I thought you hated the jokes," Chuck pointed out.
"The jokes are God-awful," Sarah replied. "But they make you happy and they're part of you so…" she shrugged.
Chuck was silent for a moment. "Did you know that nine out of ten people who are afraid of hurdles never get over it."
She snickered. "Really, that's the best you have?"
"You can't handle the best I have," Chuck countered. Sarah grinned saucily at him and he cleared his throat, and pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck. "Well," he said.
"Hit me with it," she said.
"Remember you asked for it," Chuck told her. "Did you hear about the incident at the zoo today?" Sarah shook her head. "A monkey was arrested today when he started throwing feces at employees." Chuck paused, watching Sarah try not to laugh. "Three of the employees were rushed to the hospital with turd degree burns."
She threw her arms around his neck. "YOU DO LOVE ME!" she yelled, making Chuck laugh. She pulled away and kissed him. "Now, can I open my present?" Chuck nodded and she opened the box. Inside was a key. "Uh, baby, I already have a key to the apartment."
"Yeah, but this is to that house you were looking at online the past few weeks," Chuck said softly, making her whip her head towards him. "I mean, it's nothing official, but if you wanted to, we could go look at it, and sign the papers and-" that's as far as he got because she was kissing him soundly.
When she finished, she was smiling at him, there noses inches apart, her blue eyes flashing with joy. "You know what we could do there?"
"Sarah," Chuck said in faux indignation. "We couldn't, we don't own it…that would be wrong."
"What, you don't want to make the naughty list with me Chuck?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We'd be on the list together?" She nodded once. "Whatever would we do being on that same list….together?"
"Whatever we want," Sarah told him. "Getting a house with me, that's kinda big, Chuck."
"Too big?" Chuck asked. Sarah shook her head. "Big enough?"
"For now," Sarah told him, a grin on her face.
"I can do bigger," Chuck said.
"Hit me with it," she said softly.
"Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer was found dead to day at age 53," Chuck began.
"Jesus, that took a turn," Sarah muttered.
"Over Barcelona, today, the famed reindeer was hit by a flock of seagulls and a 747," Chuck continued.
"Is this an 80s joke?" Sarah asked.
"Eyewitnesses report that the reindeer in Spain was mostly hit by the plain," Chuck finished.
"Bartowski, you're not right in the head," she said, lying her forehead against him.
"You like it," Chuck replied.
"I do," Sarah admitted. "Love you Chuck."
"Love you, Sarah, Merry Christmas," Chuck replied.
A/N: INTERSECT will return in the future, I'm pretty sure…just need to stock pile some puns.
