A/N: Okay, we caught him but….*looks at who he gave the Intersect to* *groans* Okay…we can do this…there's only one name for this chapter that works….Chuck vs The Intersect

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Sarah stood in the Weinerlicious, on the phone, trying to help Chuck with his computer. "Yes ma'am. I'm trying to get my boyfriend's computer replaced. I just need the incident report number to file with his insurance. No ma'am, I am not coddling him. He hasn't had time to take care of it."

"You really don't, either," Scooter muttered. Sarah shot him a look, and Scooter gulped. As she turned back toward the front of the store, she saw a black SUV pull up, and four men got out, dressed in almost identical dark suits.

"What the hell," she muttered, recognizing the walk, the overall look, of NSA. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to call you back," she said, vaulting over the counter and tossing a shocked Scooter the cordless phone.

"Miss Walker! It's not your break time!" he yelled as she ran out the door. The door swung shut. "Enjoy your break," he called out after her, defeated.

Sarah sprinted across the parking lot and into the Buy More. She looked around, and saw him standing at the Nerd Herd desk with a confused expression on his face. She had called him her boyfriend earlier, and he was. She wondered if he really understood that. He saw her and grinned, and something in her fluttered. Just looking at him… his messy curls, tie that really needed to be adjusted, and that smile and warm eyes… she had to give herself a mental shake. She was here for a reason, and it wasn't to devour him. That was for later. She started toward him.

"Heyyyy," he said, the smile growing. "I have had the weirdest day today." Her spy sense went off. She saw the suits in the store making to surround him. "You won't believe this, but Jeff… Jeff has been out on four installs today, and has done all of his paperwork, Lester's paperwork, Anna's paperwork, and he would have done Skip's, but no one can really read Skip's notes in his handwriting."

Sarah looked around, not seeing Jeff, and then her eyes whipped back, spotting him. He looked… normal. Her spy senses were really going off, now. She gave Chuck a big smile. "Chuck, I'm gonna need you to trust me."

"Always," he said a little breathlessly. God, her knees buckled with that.

"Things may get a little crazy, and you may hear some things, but… trust me, everything I'm about to do is to protect you. I need you to nod if you understand."

Chuck gave a very slow nod. "I'm about to find out about your past, aren't I?"

She gave him a little head tilt. "I hope you don't go running for the hills after I do," she said honestly.

"Only if you tell me to, and you're right behind me," he blurted out, as his eyes went wide, realizing what he said.

"See, you keep saying that stuff…" she trailed off. "Okay, here we go," and with that, she turned and walked away. She walked toward the DVDs, never letting the approaching men in suits see her face. She had palmed his letter opener when she was at the desk. She looked down at a DVD like she was interested in it and watched.

"Charles Bartowski," the lead agent said, heading toward the desk, his badge drawn. She wasn't absolutely positive, but that looked a lot like John Casey of the NSA. "John Casey, NSA." Great, burnout was here, and approaching Chuck. What was going on? Casey had a history of shooting first, asking questions later. She turned toward the agent that was walking up her aisle.

"That's a nice suit," she said in a sultry voice.

"Thanks," he replied, glancing away from Chuck towards her; two quiet moves later, he was down. None of the other suits had noticed, their eyes locked on Chuck. Sarah began to circle around Casey.

"Please, call me Chuck… how can I help you, sir?" Chuck answered. He was terrified, but he had seen Sarah out of the corner of his eye take down one of the suits. It was both terrifying and ridiculously hot, all at the same time.

"Do you know a Bryce Larkin?"

"You mean the asshole that got me kicked out of Stanford, that Bryce Larkin?" Chuck replied.

"I need you to come with me," Casey said to him. Chuck saw Sarah behind him, shaking her head.

"I don't think so," Chuck replied. Casey drew a gun on him, but his eyes quickly went wide.

"You make me think you are gonna pull that trigger, you're dead, do you understand me?"

Chuck noticed Jeff watching the commotion, make a funny face, and then hurried away. Most sane people would, Chuck thought. But this was Burbank, so of course they were gathering a crowd.

"Lady, I don't know you are," Casey began.

"Sarah Walker," Sarah said, and Casey's body language changed. Chuck swore he gulped. "Good, you know me. Now, why are you after my boyfriend."

"Listen, Bryce stole-" Casey began.

"Bryce and I haven't been together for months, and he was never really my boyfriend. I was talking about Chuck." Chuck's eyes went wide.

"Wait," Chuck said, staring at her, a grin growing. "Boyfriend?"

"Mmmhmm," Sarah nearly hummed. "But I need you to focus right now. Can you do that for me?" Chuck nodded. "Now, why are you here for Chuck?" she said to Casey.

"Christ, kid, did you know your girl was knocking uglies with Bryce?" Casey snorted. "You three are probably all in on it together."

"I don't know what the hell you think I'm in on, but you talk like that about her again, and I will kick your ass." Casey snorted a laugh. "Fine… I'll ruin your credit history."

Casey narrowed his eyes at Chuck. "You just threatened an NSA agent."

"You pulled a damn gun on me," Chuck retorted. "Now what is this all about?"

Casey looked around at the crowd. "Not best for me to say right now." Chuck gave Sarah a look. Sarah glanced at Casey, who made the slightest nod.

"If I pull this away, truce and we talk?" she asked. Casey nodded again. Sarah looked around and noticed they were getting a lot of lookie lou's, and knew she had to do something. That's when it came to her; this was basically LA. "And, scene," she said, letting go of Casey. Casey turned to her, a confused expression on his face. The crowd began to clap, and he gave a short nod of understanding. "What say the three of us go to the home theater room to go over the next one, you know because of that big plot twist?"

"Right," Casey said. "Just the three of us," he stressed.

"Thank you and I hope you enjoyed our short play," Chuck said, joining Sarah. He wouldn't say he was hiding behind her, but he would say he wasn't, either.

"Guys, take five," Casey said. "We're going to sort this all out. If I'm not back in fifteen…" he trailed off, and his men nodded. They all headed to the home theater room, as Jeff scurried from the Buy More.

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Sarah was home, holding Molly while making dinner for her and Emma. Chuck had offered to stay late to cover for Jeff leaving early, not wanting to leave Morgan short-handed. Sarah found herself humming, and thinking about earlier as they walked toward the theater room.

"Chuck," she said softly. "I know you have a lot of questions, and I'll answer them later, okay?"

"I do, but I have a huge one, and I'd really like you to answer now, but you don't have to," Chuck said, talking just as soft.

"Okay," she said, preparing herself.

"Is it okay when I introduce us I start calling myself Chuck Bartowski, Sarah Walker's boyfriend?"

She turned to him. She should have been shocked, but it was pure Chuck. "Only if you introduce me as Sarah Walker, Chuck Bartowski's girlfriend."

"I might need to lie down," he said, making her snort with laughter.

"What did he do?" Emma asked, walking into the kitchen and sitting at the bar, taking a sip of wine.

"Who?" Sarah asked, trying to appear like she didn't know what Emma was talking about.

"Tall and curly," Emma answered. "He's the only one I've ever seen you look that way about."

"My past government life met real life and Chuck got to see me in action," Sarah began. She glanced at Emma, and saw her patiently waiting for the rest. "I might have called him my boyfriend during the exchange, and instead of everything else, that's all he concentrated on."

"What else?" Emma prodded.

"Basically, Chuck was Chuck," Sarah said shrugging. "Some innocent civilian intercepted a communique and Chuck kept him from being put in a bunker." She turned to Emma. "This guy he saved was a real piece of work, Mom. Chuck could easily have said screw it, and this guy would have ended up in a bunker, but Chuck convinced them that he could hide in plain sight where he was."

"He sounds like a good guy," Emma said.

"He's a great guy," Sarah corrected. After a pause, she continued. "They tried to pull me back in."

"They failed," Emma said. She didn't need confirmation from Sarah; her face told the entire story. "You're happy."

"I am," Sarah admitted. "But…"

"It's hard," Emma offered. Sarah nodded. A knock interrupted them. "Wonder who that is?" Emma teased. Sarah wasn't sure, but she knew who she hoped it was.

"Chuck, join us dinner?" she heard Emma say.

"I couldn't," Chuck began.

"Chuck, you can," Sarah called out.

"If you insist," Chuck said, walking into the kitchen. "I'm not saying I can't make my own dinner without Ellie and Awesome there, but I've had a day."

"She knows," Sarah told him. Chuck nodded.

"Are you okay with me dating your daughter?" Chuck asked, trying to look as serious as possible.

Sarah snorted. "No," Emma said, shaking her head. "I'm ecstatic, you idiot," she said, wrapping her arm around him. She looked him dead in the eye. "I know you know she can take care of herself, but so help me God if you hurt her…"

"Never," Chuck swore.

"That, I believe," Emma said, patting his cheek, taking Molly from Sarah, and leaving the room.

"Ever find Jeff?" she asked, turning back to the stove.

"Yeah, Lester and I found him, brought him in, and Casey had a talk with him," Chuck said with a shrug. "I signed all of the NDAs you told me too, and he didn't ask me to sign anything else. Apparently, Casey is going to work at the Buy More as a Green Shirt."

"You're taking this pretty calm," Sarah said, stirring the sauce and taking it off the heat.

"I mean, a computer in someone's brain is pretty crazy, but this is the guy that thought aliens were taking him every night. So, really, who is going to believe him?" He sniffed the air, appreciatively. "Are you making spaghetti?"

"Yeah, something easy," Sarah said.

Chuck looked around. "Easy? Are you making your own sauce?" Sarah nodded. "How is that easy?"

She spun and narrowed her eyes at him. "It's easier than other things, but I like my sauce the way I like it." She studied him and got a twinkle in her eye. "Would you like a taste?"

"Sure," Chuck said. She got a spoon, dipped it in, and offered it to him. He blew on it, and tasted it. "That is good," he admitted.

"Let me see," she said, leaning in, and kissing a drop of it off his bottom lip. She moved back, making a show of considering, while watching steam came out of his ears. "Yeah," she said softly. "Tastes about perfect."

"Are you trying to kill me?" he croaked.

"Not actively," she retorted, bouncing her eyebrows. "You haven't asked about my past," she said, turning back to the stove.

"Let me," Chuck said, offering to get the plates to set the table. He carried them to the table, followed by Sarah with the spaghetti.

"Whoops, forgot to make the salad," Sarah said, walking back into the kitchen. Chuck finished setting the table as he heard chopping at a breakneck pace. He walked back in and noticed the vegetables, completely chopped, perfectly cut. "I owe you some explanations," she said, holding the knife.

Chuck shrugged. "Can you tell me, legally?"

"You know all those papers you signed today?" she asked. Chuck nodded. "Probably, I need to." She took a deep breath and looked right at him. "You're my boyfriend. I need to."

"Whenever you're ready, Sarah," Chuck said with a smile. "Whenever."

A/N: A little shorter than usual, but it told the story and like I said, busy time. That's probably all of Jeff affecting the story. Will he be in the background like Lester and the rest of the Buy More? Sure. Take care, if you don't mind, leave a review. See you soon.

DC

Ed. Note: EDC is secure in a bunker in an undisclosed location at this time.