A/N: Don't look at me. (Unbeta'd, all mistakes are my own)

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

Two years ago

"No, Agent Walker!" Graham roared. "You CANNOT go after Diego!"

"But he is the only thing standing between me and a perfect record in the CIA," Sarah retorted, slightly pouting. "I have captured or killed-"

"Mostly killed," Graham muttered.

"Every target you have assigned me," she continued, ignoring Graham.

"But at what costs?!" Graham asked. He pulled out a file folder.

"Oooo, all my completed cases?"

"All of the costs the CIA has endured for you record," Graham told her.

"Perfection isn't cheep," she sniffed. Graham just stared at her. "So what is it you want me to do?"

"I have an agent who is calm, cool, and collected, and he needs a partner, a cover partner," Graham began.

"I will not have some man telling me what to do," she said, slamming her hand down on the desk. Graham blinked, and just stared at her, as she realized a man was literally her boss. "You know what I mean."

"I do," Graham replied. "And that is one reason I've picked who I've picked to be your partner. Agent Carmichael is one of the best."

"He's a nerd," Sarah retorted.

"Huh," Graham huffed. "Most call him a geek."

"Well…I've known people like him, they prefer the term nerd," Sarah retorted.

"Tomorrow you will meet with me and Agent Carmichael and we'll go from there," Graham told her, offering no room for argument

"I will not be forced into some relationship with this man," Sarah said, rising.

"Sarah, it's a cover," Graham insisted. "What grown people do on their time off is their choice, and do you know how many lawsuits that would rain down on me if I told my agents to have sex with someone?!"

Sarah stood there a moment. "Oh," she replied. "Well, I will NOT be forced into a relationship with some man!" And with that, she turned and left.

Graham sat there a moment. "She's really gonna play that I don't know that her and Bartowski are seeing each other?" he muttered to himself.

}o{

Chuck was cooking dinner as he heard the apartment door open. "Hey good looking!" he yelled from the kitchen.

"How do you know I'm not some deranged killer?" Sarah called out.

"There is no way for me to answer that and not get in trouble," he muttered to himself. Her arms slipped around his waist. "Hey, I know your back hugs, and that's a 'something is really wrong back hug'."

"I'm being assigned a partner tomorrow and have to be cover married to him," Sarah told him. He turned around and pulled her into his arms. "I'm not happy."

"We'll figure it out," Chuck told her. "I mean, it's just for missions." She nodded against his chest. "Who is it?"

"You," she said sadly.

Chuck shook his head, took a finger and dug into his ear. "Would you mind saying that again?"

"You," she said, pulling away, and giving him a sad look.

"I don't know why you're freaking out about being fake married to a guy you're basically already married to," Chuck admitted.

"He knows!" Sarah said.

"Okay, he's the head of the CIA, I'm not shocked," Chuck replied.

"You don't understand," Sarah told him.

"The sex won't be as hot without us sneaking around?" Chuck asked.

"Pfffth!" Sarah replied, walking over to the couch, kicking off her heels and stretching her long legs on it.

Chuck came over and picked up her feet and began to massage them, as Sarah let out a long, loud moan. "Sex will be less frequent?"

"Pfffth," she said, her head hanging over the back of the couch as he worked on her foot.

"You won't undress me with your eyes as much?" he offered, digging in deep into the pad of her foot, watching her shudder.

"You are gonna get cold in my head you're naked so often," she moaned.

"How come I really don't mind when you objectify me?" he asked.

"Because I then physically act out my whims?" she offered.

"So what's the problem?" Chuck asked.

"You'll distract me, looking all sexy with that hair either long and curly, or short and sexy looking. Then there's that long lanky form, those fingers that touch me oh so right, and then…then there is the piece de resistance, that mouth of yours. God, I love that mouth."

Chuck crawled up the couch to her, looking into her eyes, his lips inches from hers. "I haven't seen the problem yet?"

"I kinda forgot it if I'm honest," Sarah replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

}o{

Two months later

Graham looked from one to the other. "Excuse me," Chuck began, making Graham turn to him. "I was under the impression I wasn't to be executed today." Chuck swallowed under Graham's glare.

"I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl," Graham began.

"I didn't either," Chuck admitted.

Graham pulled out a file that was twice as big as the one he pulled out last time. Sarah leaned over. "I've learned the hard way that's not the bad guys we've caught."

"This is the paperwork I've had to fill out because of your cover wife's obsession with Diego," Graham began.

"Diego," Sarah growled.

"He is the only bad guy she's been assigned she hasn't caught," Chuck pointed out.

"And that you haven't caught," Graham added, making Chuck's eyes go wide. "What? You two have a perfect record together." Graham glanced at the file. "It does come with a price." He was silent for a moment. "I would like to permanently assign you two to each other."

"No," Chuck said.

Sarah turned to him, stood, started to storm out, and stopped. "I was going back to my quarters but then I remembered that you lived there too."

"I have a counter offer," Chuck said, looking at Sarah. "One a scale of one to ten, how bad of an idea do you think it would be if we got married? For real married."

Sarah thought a moment. "Off the charts bad," she admitted. "Let's do it!"

"I don't have a ring," he admitted, as he reached under his jacket and pulled out his gun and offered it to her. "But it's yours."

Her eyes went wide and she began to tear up.

"Jesus, you're as crazy as she is," Graham muttered.

}o{

"He's not responding to painful stimuli," Sarah told Chuck.

"Will you cut that out!" he yelled, firing off a shot. "Stabbing someone in the foot over and over does not make you a doctor!"

"Well, it works on TV!" she retorted. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "You take me to the nicest places for our honeymoon!"

"Anything for you, Baby," Chuck told her. "Last baddy is there," he said pointing. Sarah pulled the trigger and he fell.

"Yes, another perfect mission, that wasn't even ours!" Sarah said, hugging him. "Now, can we burn down compound?"

"Are you sure it's flammable?" Chuck asked.

She gave him a "are you stupid" look, patted him on the cheek, and started to walk toward the compound. "Chuck, anything is if you want it bad enough and have enough accelerant."

"I don't know who's crazier," Chuck muttered to himself. "Her, or me for marrying her?"

"Why not both?" she yelled out. "Come help me!" He shook his head and ran to join her.

A/N: Who is Diego? You think I know? Reviews, PMs, a coat that lets me hug myself are always appreciated. DC