A/N: A cliffhanger….or was it….a fluffhanger? Huh? Huh? *crickets*….finnnnnnne. Ch 8, Something About a Blue Eyed Girl

Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck or anything related to it….at least that's what the NDA I signed says….wait a minute….

Sarah got out of her Porsche and headed inside of her apartment building. She hadn't been home since she left Friday morning to go to work. Thank God she hadn't gotten that goldfish, it would probably be dead. She opened the door to her apartment and stopped. There stood there redheaded she devil herself.

"Walk of shame, Walker?" Carina asked, leaning against the arm of her couch.

"I've never had a walk of shame in my life, Carina," Sarah replied, shutting the door and entering her residence. "Apparently you aren't doing it right."

"Mrrow," Carina replied, making a claw swipe with her hand. "Apparently he didn't scratch all of that itch." Sarah gave her a flat look. "What?" she asked, holding up her hands. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I appreciate you sacrificing for your country but it wasn't necessary."

"I didn't do shit for our country, I'm retired, okay?"

"Walker-"

Sarah spun. "Carina, Chuck was sick, then I was sick, and then Sam was sick. There were people throwing up, there were people making sounds of dying calves, and there was a sick little girl. Now I don't know how you get down, but that is NOT sexy time! Now, I am going to go shower." With that she marched into the bathroom.

"Soooo, nothing incriminating on the nerd?"

Sarah stuck her head out. "You mean on the amazing man who has raised his little girl after his ex-girlfriend signed away all rights and won't let Sam call her mom?"

"Now, wait a minute, Walker," Carina began, seeing the passion in Sarah's eyes.

"You mean the amazing man that held my hair as I threw up that thinks he's not good enough for me?"

"Oh hell, Sarah, no," Carina whimpered.

"You mean the amazing man who's hair needs my fingers in it ASAP."

"You're gone," Carina said, shaking her head.

"And so are you," Sarah replied, pointing to the door. "Out."

"Sarah."

"Out," Sarah said, marching her to the door. "And by the way," she added as she had the door open. "If you hurt one hair on that man's beautiful head, if you try and do anything to him or his daughter…I will end you." Carina stared at Sarah. "Do we understand each other?" Carina nodded. "Good." And with that, Sarah shut the door in Carina's face.

Outside, Carina pulled out her phone. "Roan, we have a problem."

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It had taken most of the morning for her to calm down and as she sat with her lunch she wondered just how much she should say to Chuck. She wasn't 100% sure how he felt about her. She wasn't sure how to do….well…whatever. And she didn't want to hurt Sam. She refused to hurt Sam.

"Good weekend, Sarah?" Lou asked, sitting down next to Sarah, a knowing grin on her face. "What do you think would happen if I asked Chuck out?"

"I'll have you know I spent the majority of the weekend in his bed," Sarah blurted out before she could stop herself.

"Good for you," Lou said shoulder bumping her. "I was afraid you wouldn't make the move having Sam in your class." Sarah sighed and gave Lou a look. "I've missed something."

"I was sick all weekend and so was Chuck and so was Sam," Sarah explained. Lou began to laugh. "There was a lot of hair holding going on."

"Well, did you get your hands in his?" Sarah snorted and Lou bumped her shoulder again. "Girl, go get it. He's in to you."

"You think?"

"Sarah, we've all kinda known Chuck since Sam's started kindergarten and no one can get him to pay them the least bit of attention." Lou smiled at her, and Sarah tucked her head. "He's got his eyes on you, and not in that creepy perv way, you know?" Sarah nodded. "It's like he's trying to figure you out. It's like he's trying to figure out what makes you tick. I've seen some of the other guys look at you, and you know what there after. That one? He wants to know all about you, and I think that scares the hell out of you."

"How do you know so much?" Sarah asked, amazed.

"I'm the shortest person in every room," Lou said shrugging. "I pay attention to what's going on and sometimes people don't notice me. I see things, and I think about them." She looked out the window and got up. "Now, I'm taking a certain tall, lanky, curly headed hunk's seat. Go get him."

"Thanks, Lou."

Chuck walked up and noticed the matching grins on Lou and Sarah's face. "I don't even want to know, do I?" Sarah shook her head. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," Sarah replied. "Eating light, I don't need another round." She thought they should ease into things. "Did Casey say anything?" Chuck pressed his lips together and looked down at his plate. Sarah's eyes widened at his reaction. "Hey, what ever he thinks, that's on him, you know?"

"No, it's nothing like that, it's…" Chuck shook his head and turned to her. "He's kinda moved out for a bit."

"Did I do something?"

Chuck shook his head. "Oh, no." He looked around to make sure they were alone. "So, Casey took us in after mom and dad died, but once I had Sam, her and I moved back into the old house, which is where I live now. Casey made up a room, just in case, and he's never left. I've pretty much been working two jobs ever since Sam was born, one at the Buy More with crazy hours and then for the government as well. I'm working on some NSA code." Sarah nodded. "So for the first time in a while, I'm available to parent." Chuck shrugged. "He said it would do Sam and I some good, to just be the two of us."

"Are you overwhelmed?"

"What?" Chuck asked, his voice going up an octave. "Me, nooo."

"So you don't want me to come over and help?"

He spun and quickly took her hands. "Please, I'm begging you, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, Casey did so much, and I know I shouldn't have kidded him when he wore the apron, but I couldn't help myself."

"Breathe," she said softly. Chuck took a deep breath. "Chuck, it's okay."

"No, it's not," Chuck said, shaking his head. "For so long all I've done is work, and make sure I was at Sam's events and he took care of so much, I begged him not to go."

"Chuck," she said, squeezing his hands.

"I'm a grown ass man and I don't know how to cook, or do laundry, because he took care of everything."

"While you took care of Sam?" Sarah asked, looking him in his eyes. He nodded. "You couldn't do any of this stuff in college?"

"Okay, I can do laundry, but Casey gets this perfect press in my slacks, and I'm all wrinkled and frumpled today."

She pushed the chair back and slowly, and on purpose, looked him up and down. She met his eye, reached over, grabbed a carrot stick, and popped it in her mouth. "Looks good to me, Bartowski."

"Well I never," he said, mock disgust on his face. "To just….look at me like I'm some sort of eye candy."

She leaned forward. "You think you're eye candy?"

Chuck swallowed. "Have to be for someone, somewhere, right?"

"But do you think you are, right here, right now, for me?" The bell rang, Chuck's tongue was tied. Sarah smirked at him. "I guess you got lucky."

"I hope," he croaked. "I hope I'm eye candy."

She looked at him and nodded. "Good answer, Chuck. Good answer." Her eyes widened. "Wait, I have therapy tonight."

"Okay, I get-"

"Chuck, can I do it tomorrow?" She asked.

"Sarah, you can come by anytime you'd like," Chuck replied. He stopped and thought about that. "I-I mean, that is to say-"

"Thanks, Chuck." She reached over and squeezed his arm. "See you later?"

He nodded and she left. Lou walked up beside him. "Exactly how terrible was I at that?"

"However terrible you think you were," Lou began. Chuck nodded for her to continue. "You were worse." Chuck hung his head as Lou walked off.

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"Why exactly am I staying here with you?" Bryce asked Casey. It was evening, Casey waiting for it to get dark before going on his nightly Jill surveillance.

"Because I don't 100% trust you, m-…." Casey shook his head.

"What were you going to say?" Bryce asked.

"I was gonna call you moron, but you don't deserve the title," Casey retorted. "Now here's the thing, you stay away, do you hear me." Bryce opened his mouth. "Bryce. Stay. Away." Casey opened the door and walked out.

Bryce stood there a minute and shook his head. "Sorry, Casey, I gotta see her," and he left the apartment.

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The next morning Chuck entered the school, and Roan fell in step beside him as he walked toward the computer lab. "Charles, if you would join me in my office, there is something I think you need to see." Chuck followed Roan to his office. Roan went to his desk, held his hand out to the seat across from him, and he and Chuck both sat.

"Charles, I fear I have led you wrong," Roan began.

"No, Roan, I can't thank you enough. If it wasn't for you I never would have met someone as wonderful as Sarah Walker," Chuck replied smiling. Roan gave him a sad smile, and pushed a manila envelope over to him. "What's this?" Chuck opened the envelope and stared at the picture.

"It gives me no pleasure to show you this, Charles," Roan said softly. "I feel it is somewhat my fault that I have gotten you into this mess. I feel if I had not of pushed you, you would not be here. Do you need to take the day?" Chuck looked up at Roan, shock on his face. He shook his head. "Good man," Roan said.

"Thank you, Roan," Chuck said softly, pushing the picture back into the envelope and standing. He held out his hand, Roan shook it, and Chuck walked off.

Roan pulled out a cellphone. "Problem solved," he said simply when the person on the other end answered the phone.

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Chuck sat at his kitchen table, studying the photograph. He had begged off lunch with Sarah, telling her there was something he had to do. He had studied the photograph all through out lunch. He knew exactly what all of this meant. There was a knock on the door. He got up, picked up the photo, walked over, and opened the door.

"Hey, Chuck," Sarah said with a smile. She took one look at his face and the smile fell off. "What's wrong?"

Chuck held up the photo and she gasped. "I'd say we have a problem," Chuck said, gesturing with the photo of her and Bryce, with the time stamp reading last night. She looked up at him. "A big problem."

A/N: DAVID WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Reviews and PMs are always welcome, until next time.

David