A/N: Again, I'm not saying it's back….

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck


"WHERE IS HE!"

Chuck nearly jumped from fright, and turned toward the loud voice. He swallowed, seeing someone he hadn't seen in months… Jeff.

"Jeff," Chuck began.

"WHERE IS HE!?"

"Where is who?" Chuck asked, suddenly afraid of the clear-eyed Jeff.

"Lester!" Jeff said, looking distraught. "I've been living in Germany for… I don't know how long." Chuck's eyes widened. "When I started living in an actual apartment because of my fame-"

"Your do-what now?" Chuck asked.

Jeff continued on like he didn't even hear Chuck. "-I started feeling different… funny." He locked eyes with Chuck. "Apparently my van had an exhaust leak, making me act…"

"Insane?" Chuck offered.

"Yeah, something like that," Jeff admitted. "So, I began to realize something was wrong… that no one was in Germany with me, when I clearly went to Germany with someone."

"Lester," Chuck pointed out.

"Exactly!" Jeff shouted excitedly, making Chuck hop back a little. "The last time I saw him was when he was banned from Jeremy's for drinking too much."

"Banned from Jeremy's," Chuck repeated. "That was the last time you saw him?" Jeff nodded. "Lester said he was banned from Germany." Jeff closed his eyes, looking like he was praying for guidance. Chuck wasn't sure what to do. That was when he saw the sports car pulling into the parking lot, sputtering, like someone was trying to figure out how to drive a stick shift.

"Who the hell drives that badly?" Jeff asked, turning to look. "LESTER!"

"I'm getting the hell out of here," Chuck said, walking inside.

}o{

"I always thought you loved me," Sarah said, coming into his office and shutting the door behind her.

"I do," Chuck said, spinning in his seat towards her, leaving what he was working on the computer.

"But today… well, that proved it," Sarah told him.

"What specifically was it that I did today?"

"You know," she said in a low, husky tone.

"Would that be the way I woke you up this morning?"

"No, but that was nice," Sarah told him.

"The breakfast I made for you?" he offered.

"No, but again, I thank you for… buttering my toast."

"Jesus," he choked out. Sarah began to laugh. "Sarah, seriously… what in the hell are you talking about?"

"As if you didn't know," she said, sitting on the desk beside him, and crossing her ankles. Chuck tried not to look at the two long… very long… legs that were right beside him. The grin on her face told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

"Let's play a game," Chuck began.

"We can't play hide and seek," Sarah reminded him. "HR got quite upset last time."

"You tried to hide in my pants," Chuck reminded her. Sarah shrugged. "I was still in them."

"I was seeking, not hiding."

"I give up, you win," Chuck told her. She quickly moved into his lap, wrapping her arms around him, and grinning. "I was going to play the game where I didn't know what it was I did today that was so amazing, and you just told me."

"You got rid of Lester," Sarah said, tipping her head back, a look of contentment on her face.

"Jeff came and found him," Chuck admitted.

"You're so sweet, you called Jeff, told him to come get him, and now I get to reward you for it." Chuck started to say something, but stopped. He was feeling guilty, and couldn't help himself. He opened his mouth to tell the truth, when Sarah laid a finger over his lips.

"Take the damn win, curls."

"Yes, ma'am," Chuck replied. "You know, I heard they may go into the restaurant business together." Chuck looked over at his computer and what he had been working on.

Sarah shook her head, stood up, and sat on his desk. She put her foot on his chair and slowly spun him to face her. "Now why would they do that?"

"Oh," Chuck said, trying to fight the grin. "They had an idea due to the cover-band thing they do. They're going to serve curry over french fries." Chuck turned back to his computer.

Sarah smiled, pulled on her shirt a little, making sure it was straight and had no wrinkles. She put her foot back on the chair and slowly turned it again, until he was facing her. His face was almost red from trying to hold in so much laughter.

"Does this restaurant have a name?" she asked, barely able to contain the excitement in her voice.

"They have an idea," Chuck admitted. He went to turn his chair again, but her foot was firmly planted, not allowing him to turn the chair. He looked up at her. "Oh, they're going to call it, Curry on my Wayward Spud." With that, he went to turn his chair, as she fought the groan. He got halfway when it seemed like he remembered something, and turned back. "I almost forgot. Yes, there will be peas, when you are done."

Sarah reached over, grabbed his phone and dialed a number. "Hi, this is Sarah. Chuck isn't feeling well, so I'm going to take him home. I just want to make sure he isn't spreading anything to anyone. Hmm? Yes, I'll be staying home as well. I may have it. Thanks." With that, she hung up.

"You have it?" Chuck asked.

Sarah leaned down towards him. "When I was a little girl, my mother liked to feed me soup."

"Really?" Chuck replied, sitting up, wanting to know about her past.

"Mmmhmm," she nodded. "She would insist on feeding it to me." Chuck narrowed his eyes. "She said I loved it." Chuck closed his eyes, knowing he had just been had. "It wasn't true, she was just putting words in my mouth."

Chuck opened his eyes and shook his head. "I'm afraid, ma'am, that you have it. And there is only one cure."

"And what's that?" Sarah asked.

"Taking you home, and pleasuring you all afternoon." Sarah blinked, reached down, grabbed his tie, and began to pull him out of the office as he rode in the chair. Morgan opened the door, and they both stopped. Sarah dropped his tie, and Chuck quickly stood up, smoothing said accessory.

"Everything okay?" Morgan asked.

Before Chuck could respond Sarah blurted out, "Where do bad rainbows go?"

"I have no idea," Morgan replied, his eyes wide.

"Prism," Sarah told him. "They get a light sentence." Morgan pulled the door open and stood out of the way. Sarah started out the door.

"Wait," Morgan said. Sarah stopped and turned toward him. "You forgot your Chuck." Sarah walked back, grabbed his tie, and led him out the door.

"Those crazy kids," he said to the empty office, shaking his head.


A/N: Yeah, I've lost my blasted mind.