A/N: Well, that happened. Everything's fine, everything's fine...

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Well, well, well," Morgan said, walking up to Chuck. Chuck rolled his eyes to the heavens and turned toward Morgan. Chuck tried to smile, but he was still trying to decide what to do about the gym.

Emma had only given him a bit of grief, and Sarah decided she was going to walk Chuck to his door. Ellie and Devon didn't even try to keep the smirks off their faces, and Sarah decided she needed a serious good-bye kiss before she left.

"What are you well-well-welling about, Morgs?" Chuck asked, a worry in the pit of his stomach presaging that he knew exactly what was about to happen.

"And I quote," Morgan began.

"Oh, God," Chuck moaned

"'When THE collision happens and you realize what has happened to you, how you both have changed and are willing to merge into one-'"

"This is the corniest thing ever," Chuck protested.

Morgan continued, ignoring his friend, "'-then the question becomes, not can you live with that person, but can you live without them?'" Morgan just stared at Chuck.

"You know, if what you're implying happened, happened, she would be quite upset with you interfering in our lives," Chuck pointed out. Morgan went pale.

"Is that a customer that needs the Ass Man?" Morgan asked, speeding away.

"I really think he needs to reconsider when he uses that term," Chuck muttered.

"Chuck, I don't like cheese in a can," Jeff said, coming up beside him. Chuck paused, thinking about what he thought he heard. He decided he did hear what he thought he heard, and for some strange reason wondered at the significance of it.

He was turning toward Jeff when the man continued. "That thing in my head… it's changed me. Mostly for the better, but it's done something to my head."

"Maybe you should get it out?" Chuck suggested.

"I don't think they can, and I think they might… shoot me," Jeff confided. Chuck looked at Jeff, wondering if the man had finally cracked.

"Barnes," Casey snapped at Jeff, making him stand up straight. "Moron, I don't need you to come to attention." Jeff relaxed. "I need to see you in the theater room." Casey looked at Chuck. "Go over to the Weinerlicious, and tell Rizzo she's needed." Chuck pointed to himself. "Yes you, moron," Casey said, walking off.

"But, I'm not on break," he replied. Casey ignored him and continued to walk. "I hate this place," Chuck muttered.

He headed toward the front doors, telling Morgan he was running across the parking lot to get a drink. Morgan yelled back to take his time and enjoy his carbonated beverage. Chuck walked across the parking lot and entered the Weinerlicious. He paused, seeing the two women casually chatting.

"Hey, Chuck," Sarah said, with a huge smile on her face. "Whatch'a doin'?" Zondra snorted and shook her head.

"I've actually come for your companion," Chuck said as suavely as possible. Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Casey was growling at me to tell you to get over to the Buy More, and that your needed."

"He has such a way with words," Zondra said, coming around the counter and heading for the door. She stopped right in front of him. "Don't hurt her," she said, her voice low and dangerous.

"Zondra," Chuck began.

"I'm not kidding, she's crazy about you, and if you hurt her, I will hurt you in ways you didn't know you could be hurt. Are we clear?" Chuck gulped and nodded. Zondra patted him on the shoulder and walked out. Chuck turned toward Sarah, his eyes wide.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Sarah said. "We've been talking."

"Is everything good?" She couldn't help but smile at the hope she heard in his voice.

"We're getting there," she said with a shrug.

"We good?" he asked, walking up to the counter, smirking.

"Baby, we're fantastic," she said, leaning down to match his pose against the counter, with her own smirk.

"Baby?"

"Mmmmhmm," she said, nodding.

"I like that," he admitted, and the tone of his voice did something to her. It made her feel a pull behind her belly button. She glanced over at the stock room door and when she turned around, his eyebrow went up.

"Let's get out of here," Chuck said softly.

"I'd love to, but I do have responsibilities," Sarah replied with a wistful look on her face.

"I meant, us, let's get out of these jobs," Chuck said softly. "Look, as much as I hate that damn book, it does have some things in it that hit home."

"Like what?" she asked, curious.

"Basically, that you're not looking for someone you can live with, but that you are looking for someone you can't live without," Chuck replied. "I think us working together would be awesome. We both get to do something that will make a difference. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I don't get the feeling you like your job."

"You should be a detective," she said dryly.

Chuck grinned at her. "And, I think it would be cool doing stuff that allows government agents to get back into the field more quickly, or assist them. And I get to be around you, which frankly… I've missed you all day."

"Are you sure it's not because you'll get to see me in workout clothes all day?" Sarah asked.

Chuck's eyes went wide, and he made a groaning noise. "I hadn't even thought about that," he admitted. She leaned forward until their noses touched, her grinning at him. "I promise I'll do my best not to stare."

"Stare all you want," she replied, bouncing her shoulder, never breaking the touching of their noses. "Were you serious before?" she asked.

"About what?"

"You can't live without me?" she asked.

"I mean… I don't want to," he said softly. He watched her face and saw many emotions fly across it. Fear, panic, but then, steely determination set in. He started to ask what she was thinking but before he could open his mouth:

"Move in with me," she said softly. Chuck's mouth went dry. She swallowed, pulled away a bit to put some space between them, but continued. "Molly is calling you dada, I'm crazy about you-"

"I love you, Sarah, yes," he replied. Sarah's eyes went big and a smile grew on her face.

"Chuck," she began, and it was obvious she was fighting for words.

"Sarah," he interrupted, taking her hand. "I didn't say it looking for reciprocity, it's just the truth," he said with a shrug. "If it's what you want… then yes, I'll move in. But these are two huge steps at the same time. Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I need you, Chuck." She watched the shock hit his face with those words, and his grin grow. "Molly needs you. We need your love."

"Well, you have it," Chuck replied. "So, we're doing this?"

"Apparently, someone wasn't paying attention last night, because we already did," she replied, a slow grin growing. Chuck snorted. "Yeah," she said softly. "We're gonna do this." The door opened and Zondra stormed back in. Chuck and Sarah straightened.

"Should I have waited a minute longer?" Zondra asked, grinning.

Chuck stood there, thinking about what Jeff had said to him. "Hey, Zondra, I know you can't tell me much, but Jeff has this crazy idea that when everything is done… well… you two might kill him."

Sarah glanced and Chuck and then quickly over to Zondra. The two shared a look. "Like you said, crazy idea," Zondra answered. Chuck was studying Sarah's face. "I mean he's an innocent, right?"

"Sarah, you don't look like you fully agree with that assessment," Chuck pointed out. Sarah gave him a look. "Sarah?"

"I mean," Sarah began, and she looked over at Zondra. "Casey is known for killing people," she admitted. Zondra just gave a quick nod.

"I'll watch him, Chuck," Zondra promised. Chuck didn't feel a lot better.

}o{

"You know, I remember the first day I met you and how weird it was you talked all the time," Sarah said, as they drove toward the gym. Chuck glanced over at her. "Now I find it strange when you are silent."

"I think Zondra suspects more than she's willing to tell me," Chuck replied.

"Chuck, I don't know, but… you aren't wrong to worry," Sarah admitted. "With the whole fall out thing between Zondra, Amy, Carina, and I…." Sarah huffed and pushed her hand through her hair. "I don't know if given the order she wouldn't."

"And Casey?" Chuck asked. She was silent, and he could see she was struggling with what to say. "I mean, he killed Bryce."

"He's very good at what he does," Sarah admitted. "But, he's also the one with this plan to save Grissom."

"He is, which, I've been meaning to ask you… I read on one of the sheets of the contracts something about credits for my services. What does that mean?"

"Oh, I forgot, and last night I was preoccupied," Sarah began.

"You mean gettin' busy?" he asked. She shook her head at him, but did high five him when he held up his hand.

"If you can be mature for a moment," she began, grinning at him. "I've been working to get your degree straightened out. By working at Grissom's Gym for six months, you will finish your degree."

"What?" Chuck asked, shock covering his face. "Sarah… how? Why?"

"How was simple, I threatened to expose a scandal at Stanford, and with all this stuff in the press about these rich kids getting degrees, the last thing they want is a student, whose parents left him, and he got his own scholarship, getting kicked out over a trust fund kid."

"Did Bryce have a trust fund?" Chuck asked.

"How should I know, but I'm damn sure Graham and Stanford didn't," Sarah replied.

"Wow, you are amazing," Chuck said, a grin on his face.

"As for the why, Chuck, you got done dirty. Regardless if I'm dating you or not."

"And you are, and I'm so glad," Chuck cut in.

"Baby, I'm dating you hard," Sarah said with a wink. Chuck thought part of his mind locked up. "You deserve that degree."

"Thank you, Sarah, I-I… I don't know what to say."

"You just did, Chuck," she said softly, with a smile on her face. "You are so good for Molly and I."

"I need that on a business card," he said, making her laugh as they continued their ride.

}o{

"I have questions… uh, what do I call you, sir?" Chuck asked.

"Grissom," he replied. "Now tell me the question and I'll do my best to answer it."

"These plans," Chuck began, laying them out. "Something isn't right, space-wise."

"I own the building next door," Grissom replied. I'm either going to knock out a wall or just put in a door. My thought is you two over there with your newer things, and me here, with my 'old school equipment.'"

"I like that," Chuck said, imagining the whole thing.

"I did too, but… ah, never mind," Grissom said. "What else is buggin' you?"

"Grissom, if we're gonna do this, we need to be together on things, and understand stuff." Grissom gave him a look. "Sir, please, what's the problem."

"My daughter and my granddaughter," Grissom replied. "They thought I was retiring because the gym wasn't going to make it."

"What does your daughter do?" Chuck asked. Grissom snorted.

"Do?" He shook his head. "She went to school, got a degree, a job, and then married. Her husband makes a lot, so she decided to be a stay-at-home mom."

"What was her degree in?"

Grissom laughed out loud. "Early childcare. She could run a daycare," he said shaking his head. "She's bored as can be, only sees her own kid all day." He shrugged. "What can you do?"

"Open a childcare for your clients," Chuck offered. Grissom stopped laughing and looked at Chuck like he had grown a second head.

"That's not a bad idea, and then I could see my grandkid and my daughter," Grissom said, a grin growing on his face. "I'm guessing you'd like your daughter here as well?"

"Well, it's not my call," Chuck began.

"Hold up," Sarah cut in. "What do you mean it's not your call?"

"Uh, well, you see, I'm not legally her guardian," Chuck told her. She searched his face, finding nothing but honesty.

"Son of a bitch," Grissom said in a low voice. "Walker, keep that one."

"Oh. I plaaannnnn on it, Grissom. I plan on it." Chuck found himself both very scared, and a lot turned on.

}o{

Chuck found himself sitting on his bed in his room later, again going over all the plans. He was making notes in a notebook along the way. He was double-checking they had everything they needed. He felt eyes on him, looking up to see Sarah standing in front of his window, her arms crossed. He got up and hurried over to the window, opening it. "Molly okay?" he asked.

She just stared at him. "She's fine. You could check on her, you know, IF YOU WERE HOME!"

"What?" Chuck asked.

His door opened, and Ellie came in. "Everything okay? We heard yelling."

"I asked your brother to move in with me this morning, and he said he would," Sarah began.

"CHARLES IRVING BARTOWSKI!" Ellie yelled. Chuck's eyes went wide. "Why are you here and not over there?!"

"I didn't know she meant tonight," Chuck replied, getting a little terrified.

"I mean it's like he just slept with me, and now…" Sarah put her hands over her face and Chuck started to rush toward her but got caught up in the window seal and fell to the ground, sprawled out. He pulled himself up seeing Sarah's shoulders shaking.

"Sarah, I'm so sorry," Chuck began as Sarah lowered her hands and he saw her laughing.

"I'm so sorry, Chuck, it was my idea," Ellie said, laughing as well.

"I didn't think it was awesome, Chuck," Devon said. "But Ellie threatened me."

"I told you I'd get you back for the cold shower," Ellie said, a triumphant smile on her face. "I told you."

"THAT WAS TWO YEARS AGO!" Chuck replied, laughing at the entire situation. He turned to Sarah. "Why would you go along with it?"

"Chuck, you did forget," she reminded him. "Besides, I wanted to make sure I'm on your sister's good side."

"I'm yours too you know," Ellie said. The humor fell from Sarah's face. "You're just as much a part of this family as he is of yours, and I absolutely believe that beautiful baby girl is my niece."

"Ellie," Sarah began.

"Family's about belonging Sarah. You belong with us… with him. You belong here, and I'm so glad you ran over him," Ellie said, climbing out the window and pulling the younger woman into a hug.

Sarah held onto Ellie like she was the air Sarah needed to breathe. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was home. Really home.

Across the way, in Jeff and Casey's apartment, Jeff was watching the scene, and smiling. Light bounced off Ellie's ring, and Jeff began a flash of a woman that looked like Sarah Walker… but one that killed.

"Cheese and crackers! I gotta save Chuck!"

A/N: *holds head in hands* He's out, isn't he?