A/N: Roan, Roan, Roan, Roan…you just don't know when to quit. Ch 11, Date's Canceled (it's a running theme in my AU fanfics)

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Sarah was trying to get out the door, when she heard a knock. She opened the door to see a handsome face. "Hi," he said with a bit of a British accent. "I just moved next door and wondered if you could help me?" He was charming…so very charming.

Two hours later

There was a knock at Chuck's door. He walked over and opened it, surprised by the appearance of Sarah. Her hair was strewn, she was flushed, and her clothes looked…well, frazzled.

"Date's off," she said standing in front of him looking very upset. "I made a huge mistake."

"Come in," Chuck said, stepping out of the way. She walked by him and seemed ready to cry she was so upset. "Hey, talk to me," he said softly as he shut the door.

"Chuck, I messed up so bad," Sarah replied. "It had been so long, I had forgotten, and I got swept up in things."

"Sarah, just tell me what happened," Chuck nearly pleaded, worry on his face.

She spun and faced him. She studied him a second. "What do you think is wrong?"

"I think your so angry you are about to lose control," Chuck said. "You look like you nearly pulled your hair out, your all flushed because your so mad and it's almost like you exploded because your clothes are so…" he gestured toward her. "Frazzled is the only word I-"

He couldn't say anything else because she was kissing him. She pulled away and looked up at him. "Roan sent a man to seduce me." Chuck began to laugh. "What?"

"First, how desperate is he?" Chuck asked. She had to nod in agreement. "Second…maybe I shouldn't say."

"Oh, you should, you totally should," Sarah replied.

"Sarah, you wouldn't do that, not as long as you thought…well…" he gave her a look and she was grinning. "You know what I mean."

"That's twice you've tiptoed around something today, third time, we're gonna have a talk, Bartowski." Chuck grinned at her. "But you're right, I wouldn't. I DIDN'T. Now, Roan sent someone to seduce me."

Chuck sat down, grinning. He grabbed a pillow, wrapped one arm around it, the other he propped his head on to listen. "Describe him."

"You sure?" she asked, an eyebrow raised, as she sat down close.

"Oh, I know he was hot. I know he was so good looking that while I am straight, regardless of what your students think," Sarah giggled at that. "Even I would be…damn, he looks fine."

"He does, British accent, model good looks, a little bit rugged."

"Did you get his number in case this doesn't work out?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah," she said, and laughed. She was silent for a second, scooted herself beside him, and laid her head on his shoulder. "I should have known Roan wouldn't give up easy and I should have been prepared, but I wasn't."

"Let's say he hit you with everything," Chuck began.

"What is everything?"

"Oh, finger pistols, eyebrow dance, a little bit of the bedroom eyes, and the other things that men like him do," Chuck replied. Sarah was laughing into his shoulder.

"Chuck, there's only one guy that I know that does those things," Sarah replied. "But he's got this move, that is quite devastating."

"Really, what is it?" Chuck asked. She snorted. "C'mon."

"He trusts me, he's interested in me, in what I like, in making me laugh, and loving his daughter."

"That sounds a lot like me."

"Are you sure?" Sarah asked. "I thought it was Casey, my bad."

"Listen missy, I've lived with him for too many years for you to take him away from me." She was howling in laughter at this point. He squeezed her shoulder and they looked into each other's eyes. "So how did you mess up, which all I can figure is when you started hanging out with me."

"Hanging out with you is the best thing I ever did," she admitted. "I should have had a plan ready. Luckily Cole did."

"Is Cole the sexy British spy?"

"Former," Sarah corrected. "He came to my door, said he moved down the hall, and told me Roan wanted him to break me and the guy I was….in a relationship with up."

Chuck looked at her as she studied her cuticles, refusing to look in the eyes. "The guy you are in a relationship with?" Sarah nodded. "So that guy, is Doug the janitor?" Sarah shook her head. "Bill the bus driver." Sarah shook her head again. "Have you met Fred?" She looked at him in curiosity. "He's the one that hangs out at the corner by the Buy More and shouts at airplanes."

"No, I dumped him a few weeks ago," Sarah replied. "He kept calling them fly thingys and as a pilot I can't handle that."

"First, you're a pilot?" She nodded. "Second, it was that and not the smell?"

"I teach 2nd graders, Chuck. The possibility of dealing with vomit daily is high."

"Point," Chuck conceded. "So this guy you're in a relationship with, I'm gonna guess Hot Brit Spy Cole (TM pending) didn't use those exact words." Sarah shook her head. "Boy, that's a lucky guy that someone can make you look that way at him." Sarah looked at him shyly. "I'm jealous if I'm honest."

"It's you," she said softly.

"Yeah?" Chuck asked, grinning, leaning down towards her.

"Yeah," she replied, stretching her neck up for their lips to meet.

The door crashed open and Casey and Gertrude were standing there. "We've got a problem!" Casey said. He surveyed the two. "Sorry," he grunted and headed toward his bedroom.

"Sorry, Sarah," Gertrude said.

"It's okay, I'm pretty sure there's more in the future," Sarah replied, not looking at Chuck as she stood. She turned back to look at him and he was sitting there, a dopey smile on his face. Sarah rolled her eyes, pulled him up and led him to bedroom where Casey and Gertrude were.

}o{

They were staring at the monitor in Casey's room when it popped on. There was a split screen of a man and a woman. Casey and Chuck recognized Beckman, Sarah recognized Tom King, and Gertrude didn't recognize anyone.

"Thank you for joining us," Beckman began.

"You didn't really give us much choice," Chuck replied. Beckman stared at him. "Sorry," he muttered.

"I am General Beckman," the woman informed them. "I am the head of the NSA, my colleague, Tom King is the director of the CIA."

"Sarah, good to see you," King said, with a nod and smile.

"Director," she replied.

Beckman looked constipated. "How about I handle this, Diane?" King asked. She nodded for him to go ahead. "We have a rogue agent who has some…shall we say, compromising photos of a Senator that is on the a committee that funds some of our….off the book activities."

Chuck looked over to Casey. "Roan's got picture of someone doing the dirty, and will release those pictures if he's reassigned. He's got them by the short hairs." Chuck nodded. Casey turned back to Beckman, who looked like she wanted to crawl under her desk. "Sorry, General," he muttered.

"An accurate, if not painful description, Major." Beckman sighed and shook her head.

"Diane, can't you call him?" Director King asked. Beckman glared at him. Chuck leaned over to Sarah.

"Beckman and Roan have a romance that is only spoken of in whispers in DC," Sarah explained in a low voice. Chuck leaned back, and then bent back down to her.

"Why is he here?"

"Because he's a drunk fool that needs to come home, Mr. Bartowski," Beckman nearly snarled. Chuck nodded. "We were going to pull him but he played this card."

"He's brought in former MI-6," Sarah informed them. Beckman straightened. "I have an idea how to use him to our advantage, but our friend at the DEA might be….compromised by it."

"She's in deep cover, I don't know how you could use her," Beckman replied.

"You mean Carina?" Chuck asked. Sarah nodded. Chuck pulled his phone out and scrolled for a second. He flipped his phone around and thrust it toward the screen. "There they are," he said, and scrolled through several pictures of Morgan and Carina.

"She is deep in to that cover," Casey added, chuckling. Sarah gave him a flat look. "Whacha gonna do, Walker, send your MI-6 guy after Miller?" Sarah grinned. "Christ, she might break him."

"He's gonna play hard to get," Sarah replied. "Besides, I don't know if she deserves Morgan." Chuck grinned at that. "So what you two are telling us is there will be no support from your end."

"Sadly, no, Age- Miss Walker," King corrected himself. "However, whatever information we can give you in this op, we'll be glad to."

"Casey, let us know anymore info you can dig up on Roberts. Good luck, team," she said as the screen clicked off.

"Are we a team?" Chuck asked, with a grin on his face.

"No," Casey huffed, and left.

"What's he so cranky about?" Chuck asked.

"We were watching a Reagan documentary," Gertrude explained.

"So it's a date?" Sarah asked, glee in her voice.

Gertrude shook her head. "I don't think so," she replied. "I have the feeling he doesn't date well." Gertrude followed him out.

"Everyone has the worst luck dating right now," Chuck said, and Sarah shoulder bumped him.

"Hey," she said softly. "You know nothing happened with Barker, right?"

"I know," Chuck replied and she smiled at him. "Think we're gonna have any problem with kids or parents, with us doing….whatever we're doing?"

She grabbed his two front belt loops with her first fingers and pulled him in. "Dating, exclusively. And, no, but you have to trust me." She was grinning.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Chuck muttered.

}o{

The next morning Sam was walking down the hall beside Sally. Sarah had trusted her with a mission, and she was going to nail it. She saw her target, ran her mission through her head, and spoke just within Roan's hearing. "Uncle Casey came over last night and left again. I don't think he's going to live there any more."

"Was there a fight?" Sally asked. Roan's ear perked up. Surely he was misunderstanding what he heard.

"Uncle Casey said he can't keep cleaning up Daddy's messes, like his clothes and his dishes. He also said that he what tired of being the only one to put the work in. When Daddy was ready to share the responsibility he'd be willing to listen about coming back."

Sally shook his head. "They were so tall together."

"They were," Sam agreed.

"What about you and your Uncle Casey?" Sally asked.

"I have a special phone to call him whenever. He told me no matter what happened between him and Daddy, he was always there for me," Sam replied. They kept walking past Roan.

"I had no idea," Roan muttered, amazed. "It seems I've wasted Agent Barker's time."

}o{

Sarah came to the computer lab at lunch. "You ignoring me?" she asked. Chuck spun, smiling.

"Never," he replied. "But I thought we were trying to sell something."

"Oh, it's sold, we're friends," Sarah replied grinning.

"Admit it, you enjoy this," Chuck accused.

"Does it bother you?"

"Frankly, it's no one's business, so, no," Chuck replied. "Besides, if some saw Morgan and I in the past, they might have thought the same thing. I think you just like pushing Casey's buttons."

"Kinda his idea," Sarah admitted. Chuck's mouth dropped. "He thought it was the best way to get you off of Roan's radar."

"That guy keeps fooling me," Chuck admitted. "How's him and Gertrude working out?"

A muscle tightened in Sarah's neck as she made a face. "He really wants to know everything before he takes Gertrude out."

"Does he not know what a date is?" Sarah shrugged. "So we're good."

Sarah nodded. "Care to go bowling with me tonight, my treat?" Chuck nodded. "I have a plan to take care of Carina, are you in?"

"Sarah, as long as you're there, I'm in."

"Good answer, Chuck," she answered softly. She headed out the door, stopped and looked back at him. "Good answer."

A/N: Whatever is Sarah gonna do to Carina? Is it going to backfire in her face? Will Chuck ever get a date with Sarah? Does anyone care as long as we're having all this fun? Reviews and PMs always appreciated.

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