A/N: Oh, what the hell, let's check in again.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck


Chuck sat down at his office chair for the first time in over two weeks, a huge smile on his face. The door opened to his office, and he swore it was opened with a flourish as Sarah Walker…no, strike that, BARTOWSKI, entered the room. "Mrs. Bartowski, how may I help you?"

She walked up to his desk, bent over, her nose less than an inch from his. "Say that again…but slower."

"Mrs. Bartowski," Chuck began again, much slower.

"Mmmmm," she nearly purred.

"Uh, sorry to interrupt," Morgan's voice came from the door way. Chuck leaned to the left and saw Morgan's profile. He was standing in the doorway, his right hand up, covering his vision, to not see Sarah as she was leaned over the desk. Chuck straightened up, his nose again, less than an inch from Sarah's.

"Is he really sorry?" Sarah asked.

"Probably," Chuck admitted. "He's trying really hard to be respectful, and I imagine the view from the other end is just as amazing as the one from this end."

Sarah fauxed gasped. "Mr. Bartowski," she said, a hand going to her chest as she straightened up. She gave him a coy look. "We will talk about your behavior and your viewing habits later."

"Will there be a more….in depth view?" Chuck asked her.

"God, I hope so," she nearly purred.

"If you two could be serious for a moment, and I know Sarah, you are super serious right now," Morgan began.

"He's right, I am super serious."

"I can tell," Chuck replied.

"Lester and Jeff are here," Morgan said.

Chuck looked up at Sarah. "I think it's time to table the bantering."

"Probably past time," Sarah agreed.

"And yet, you two are still bantering," Morgan added.

"We are who we are," Sarah said with a shrug, as Chuck stood and the three headed to the front lobby.

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"Charles, Sarah!" Lester said, beaming. "Why are you here, you should be on your honeymoon."

"We just got back," Sarah told him.

"Nonsense," Lester said pulling out a piece of paper and examining it. "See, I have it written down right here. Married on the fifth, honeymoon on the twenty-second."

"Well, that's all well and good," Chuck began. "But, you see, we left the night of the fifth for our honeymoon."

"The Maldives," Sarah said, grinning.

"Nice," Lester said with a grin. "How much am I paying you?"

"Uh, Lester, you told them that you were going to pay for it," Jeff reminded him.

"I did?" Lester said.

"I don't think Lester realizes still that Jeff isn't insane," Chuck whispered to Sarah as Jeff and Lester talked. "Jeff actually authorized the money for us to go."

"So, where are you two off to now?" Sarah asked, wanting to get rid of Lester as soon as humanly possible.

"I guess…Germany?" Lester suggested.

"Well, don't let us stop you," Sarah said, taking Lester by the arm and dragging him to the door. Chuck barely contained his laughter. "It was so good to see you."

"Maybe we should stay," Lester offered.

"And deprive our fans?" Jeff asked. Lester nodded and hurried out the door. "See ya guys," Jeff said and left. Sarah spun around to face Chuck.

"That felt so good," Sarah told him.

"Like taking out the trash?" Morgan asked. Sarah bounced a shoulder.

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"So, Morgan, how are things?" Sarah asked, the three of them walking back to Chuck's office.

"Did you not get the daily memos while you were gone?" Morgan asked, worried.

"I wasn't talking about," Sarah told him, pointing to a chair for him to sit down in. She shut Chuck's office door as Chuck sat at his desk, and Sarah sat in her usual chair. "Your love life, is it any better?"

"Well, kinda," Morgan began.

"Go on," Sarah encouraged him.

"As you know, Anna and I have been…dating," Morgan told her. "But I nearly lost her at the wedding."

"Did she try and sneak away?" Sarah asked.

"No, nothing like that," Morgan told her, waving his hand. "She told me I should loosen up, and dance like no one was watching."

"That's good advice," Chuck told him.

Morgan stared at him. "My dancing looked like I had drank twelve shots of Jack and walked into a spider-web."

Sarah's eyes widened and looked over at Chuck. "Say something," she whispered.

"Did I ever tell you about my grandfather?" Chuck asked. "He has the heart of a lion and a lifetime ban at the zoo." Sarah and Morgan both stared at Chuck, and both shook their heads. "You said say something," Chuck protested.

"Well, you said almost lost, right?" Sarah asked Morgan. Morgan nodded. "So, she didn't leave?"

"No," Morgan said. "But I'm a bit embarrassed."

"Chuck just told a terrible joke to try to cheer you up, it can't be as bad as that," Sarah pointed out.

"Hey," Chuck protested. "Just for that, I won't let you watch the documentary with me that I planned to tonight."

"I shouldn't ask," Sarah said to Morgan.

"But you're going to," Morgan told her.

"I am," she said, sighing. She turned to Chuck. "Fine, tell me about it."

Chuck perked up. "It's a documentary about a rivalry between two methane dealers. It's called Breaking Bad Wind ."

"Jesus Christ," Sarah said, turning back to Morgan.

"Fine," Morgan relented. "Anna and I have become…intimate."

"That's good, right?" Sarah asked. She turned to Chuck. "That's good, right?"

"I guess," Chuck answered.

"Well, the problem is the other night I tried some mood music," Morgan continued.

"That's good," Sarah said. She turned to Chuck and saw him wincing. "Wait, what did I miss?"

"Well, that can be a dangerous game," Chuck began and glanced at Morgan. Morgan nodded for him to go on. "See, a guy could…get into the music…if you know what I mean."

"Oh, I know what you mean," Sarah replied.

"I should leave," Morgan said starting to stand. Sarah pointed at him, and then down, never taking her eyes off of Chuck. Morgan sat.

"And you might think that things have been going on quite a bit longer than they are," Chuck continued. "And…you might get excited by everything, and maybe you ended up playing the thirty second TV version." Sarah's eyes widened and she glanced at Morgan, who nodded. "I mean if you don't hit the bridge, it can hurt your pride…plus your partner might be upset."

"I find the bridge is a good place to start apologizing," Morgan said.

"Buddy." Morgan waved it off, like it was no big deal. "Listen, it happens to everyone."

"Hasn't to you," Sarah said softly.

"But she's still with you, right?" Chuck continued, trying to ignore Sarah.

"Yeah, we've talked, actually talked, and we're good," Morgan said. "Listen, you two have just gotten back, and I'm sure you have a lot of work to do."

"What if you two come to dinner soon," Sarah offered. Morgan smiled, nodded, and left. After he walked out, she shut the door and turned towards Chuck. There was a predatory look on her face. "How damn dare you," she said softly.

"I'm not getting a thing done today," Chuck muttered.

"There is someTHING you will get done today," Sarah told him. "First, you use those words on me."

"Mrs. Bartowski?" Chuck offered.

"Damn it, Chuck," Sarah said. "Then…then you tell those jokes, trying to get me riled up in front of him."

"You should sue me for pun-itive damages," Chuck replied.

Sarah glared at him. "I have work to do mister," she said, as she began to turn.

"Sarah," Chuck said, halting her turn. She turned back to face him. "I do have one question for you."

"Don't you dare," she growled.

"Mrs. Bartowski," he began, and he swore he heard a low moan come from her. "Have you been properly…..pleasured?"

"I'm not making the bridge," she told him. "Hell I'll be lucky to make it past the intro."

"For all you know I'm putting the song on repeat," Chuck said. He heard the door lock. "HR violations?"

"HR violations," she replied, and leapt at him.


A/N: These two need counseling….or maybe I do.