Hi everyone! The reviews for my last chapter were waaaaay below my normal average, so I'm a bit worried I'm losing people with this story. We've almost reached the end – one chapter left after this one! Pretty good for a story that was only supposed to be one scene, huh?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and please review!

The honeymoon took a turn for the adventurous the next day. The waiting game Chuck and Sarah were stuck in with the lawyers, the CIA, and the Buy More back in the States was getting to them, the uncertainty and possibilities becoming too much to think about. They were sitting on the couch in their suite the next morning, doing nothing more than staring at the phone that lay between them.

"Are you sure it's on? Maybe we missed a call," Chuck suggested.

"He's not going to call back this early," Sarah said.

"Can you check?" Chuck asked. Sarah picked up her phone and unlocked it.

"See? No missed calls," she said.

"Okay," Chuck said. Sarah put the phone back down, and the couple returned to staring at it in silence. When the backlight on the screen went off, Chuck said, "How about now?"

"Okay, we need to go out," Sarah said. "We really need to do something to just…take our minds off of this."

"I know," Chuck agreed. "I just…I feel like I'm going crazy!"

"I know," Sarah sighed. "Me too."

"The lawyer can't even do anything for another day since it's still Sunday in California!"

"Right! We're not going to hear anything until tomorrow, our time, at the earliest."

"So what do you want to do?" Chuck asked.

"Something…exciting," Sarah smiled. "It's been weeks since I've had a really good adrenaline rush."

They started by donning bathing suits and taking a run together on the beach outside of their hotel. After that, they ventured into the city again and ended up in Sydney Harbour. They started with parasailing in the Harbour – separately, since Chuck was all too happy to be dunked into the water while Sarah wanted to stay high and dry – and then moved on to climbing to the top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Sarah once again delighted in actually getting to do tourist-y things for once in her life, and Chuck kept one hand on his video camera, filming memories for them to look back on as they grew old together.

They stopped by a market on the way back to their hotel, deciding to finally utilize the full kitchen their honeymoon suite featured. They cooked dinner together in the kitchen and ate on the lounge chairs on their balcony, watching the sun set over the beach as they shared their meal. By the end of the day, they fell into bed exhausted, their minds far away from suspenseful business deals going down across the Pacific.

The next day, Chuck and Sarah woke up with unexpectedly sore muscles, the type of soreness that usually only came after a physically strenuous mission. Sarah moaned in pain and surprise when she climbed out of bed and stretched; Chuck moved slowly on the other side of the mattress, seemingly unwilling to move at all.

"I think we might've over-done it yesterday, baby," Chuck said.

Sarah laughed in disbelief. "Oh no," she said. "That's ridiculous. I cannot be this out of shape in only a little more than a week."

"Sarah," Chuck said. "Just go turn the hot tub on."

Chuck and Sarah shed their pajamas and sunk into the overly warm water, allowing the jets in the side of the tub to massage their skin. Sarah, who had piled her hair high on top of her head, draped her feet across Chuck's lap as soon as they were settled into the bubbles. He instinctively curled his hands around her feet and rubbed circles into them with his thumbs. Both lay in the tub with their eyes closed and the water up to their necks.

"Can we just stay in here all day?" Chuck moaned.

"Well, that's not very healthy," Sarah said.

"Don't care," Chuck replied. "Muscles hurt…"

"I could give you a massage later," she offered. "If you promise to reciprocate."

Chuck contemplated her proposition in silence for a few moments before he opened one eye to look at her. When he stopped rubbing her feet, she opened her eyes as well.

"There's a spa in this hotel, right?" Chuck asked.

After about an hour in their hot tub, and after a mini make out session on the bathroom counter, they dressed in comfortable clothes and wandered downstairs. Chuck wore jeans, a t-shirt, and his converse, while Sarah dressed in yoga pants, a tank top, and flip flops. They ate lunch in the hotel restaurant and headed to the spa when they were through.

Chuck had called from the hot tub that morning and booked them a couple's massage for that afternoon. They laid on their stomachs on side-by-side massage tables as two of the hotel's massage therapists worked on their backs. They dangled their arms between their tables, and Chuck trailed his fingers up and down her skin. His eyes were slightly opened, watching Sarah, while Sarah's eyes were closed in ecstasy.

"Oh my god…" Sarah moaned as the massage therapist rubbed her lower back.

"Wasn't this a good idea?" Chuck asked, caressing lightly down her arm.

"I think Australia brings out the brilliance in you," Sarah said.

She reached for Chuck's fingers and laced them through hers. Sarah opened her eyes just long enough to smile at him, slipping them shut again as he squeezed her hand. They continued holding hands, softly trailing their thumbs across the other's skin, the silence in the room punctuated only by the occasional sigh of pleasure. Before their hour-long massages could be completed, however, Sarah's cell phone began ringing.

"Sarah, phone!" Chuck said after she showed no signs of moving.

"The voicemail will get it," she said as the therapist rubbed her legs.

"What if it's the lawyer, Sarah? Get it!" Chuck rapidly replied.

"It's too late there, Chuck," she said.

"Would you please just check?" he exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.

"Fine," she said with a sigh.

She hurriedly pulled up the towel that was draped across her bottom and curled it around her nude body as she stood. Sarah fished the phone out of her bag; her eyes widened when she saw the caller ID.

"Chuck, it's him," she said.

"Answer it!" Chuck said. "And told you!"

"Sarah Walker," she answered, slipping into the dressing room to take the call.

Chuck's massage therapist reached his shoulders in an attempt to continue his massage. Chuck brushed her away and sat up, pulling his sheet around his waist.

"Do I look relaxed enough for that right now?" he asked.

Sarah swung the door open just a few minutes later. Her left hand still held her phone to her ear, she had dressed back in her street clothes, and her eyes were slightly wider than normal.

"Chuck," she said.

"Well?" Chuck asked.

Sarah smiled. "It's ours."

Chuck moved at the speed of light to get his clothes back on, and the couple ran into the hotel lobby, phone still glued to Sarah's ear. Chuck nearly ran into the front desk, and Sarah stood at the counter next to him. The clerk hurriedly stood from her computer.

"What can I do for…" she started. She was unable to finish her question before Chuck interrupted.

"Fax number!" he called. "We need your fax number, please."

The girl passed him a card with the hotel's numbers, and Sarah relayed the fax number to her lawyer. He was sending the papers for the purchase of the Buy More for them to look over, sign, and send back. They'd sign the originals – and officially close the deal – when they returned to the States later that week. The papers printed from the fax machine, and the girl handed them over, along with a pen, as Sarah hung up. Chuck and Sarah stood at the front desk, taking a moment to look them over.

"Everything look okay?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah," Sarah nodded. "Looks good."

Chuck picked up the pen and twisted it open. "Ladies first," he said.

Sarah took the pen, and, with a slight hint of disgust, said, "I can't believe I'm about to be the owner of a Buy More."

"Whoa, hey-oh…hold up," Chuck said, grabbing the pen from her. "Second thoughts?"

"No," she said, grabbing the pen back from him. "Just wondering what you've done to my life."

"Made it exponentially better, obviously," he said. The goofy grin disappeared and he added, "Seriously, Sarah…our money, our business, our decision. If you're not absolutely sure, we can talk about it some more or…"

Sarah cut him off. "I'm sure, Chuck."

His face broke into a smile. "Yeah?"

She took a deep breath. "Are we ready for this?"

He nodded. Sarah scrawled her name into the correct space on the paper and passed everything to Chuck so he could sign above his printed name. He signed, and they waited while the clerk faxed the papers back to Sarah's lawyer.

Too wound-up from the deal they had just secured, they decided to forego the rest of their massage time and headed back up to their room. The door hadn't even shut behind them before Chuck grabbed her, lifting her off the ground and spinning them around.

"I've done a lot of things that most people would consider scary," Sarah said as Chuck put her down. "But that…that made me really nervous."

"You risk your life twice a day and a business risk made you nervous?" Chuck asked. "Even if we fail, we're still kajillion-aires!"

Sarah laughed and pulled him in for a kiss. "We're not going to fail because that is not an option."

"Hey, that's the spirit!" Chuck said. "We need to go out tonight and celebrate. Anything you want!"

"Anything?" she asked, a gleam of mischief in her eye.

"What? Why? No…now I'm scared," Chuck stuttered.

Music reverberated off the walls of the Australian nightclub as Chuck and Sarah descended into the room. Sarah wore black heels and a sparkly black mini dress, while Chuck wore dark jeans and a nice shirt. Sarah eagerly pulled Chuck into the club, nearly skipping towards the bar, while Chuck looked around. A band was performing on stage, a band that must be quite popular in Australia, if the line to get into the club was any indication.

"Sarah, what are we doing here?" Chuck asked. "You don't even care about music or live shows!"

"I like dancing," she said.

"But I…I don't dance," he stuttered. "Not this kind of dancing. Not without some serious…"

"Social lubricant?" she smiled, passing him a freshly poured tequila shot. "That's why we stopped here first. Cheers!"

"Shots? This is an interesting choice from you," he said.

"We're celebrating, aren't we?" she replied.

They both downed their shot, and Sarah signaled for another round. After a couple minutes, the bartender refilled their glasses.

"Wh…another one?" Chuck asked as Sarah handed it to him. She emptied her glass and slammed it onto the bar.

"How many do you require to go dance with me?" Sarah asked.

"There's a fine line between being willing to dance and not being able to," Chuck said.

She shrugged, took the shot out of his hand, and downed it herself, making a face as the alcohol traveled down her throat. Chuck's eyes widened in surprise before his face contorted into a look of mild confusion. With a firm grip, Sarah curled her hand around his shirt and, with a sultry look, yanked him towards the dance floor.

Sarah threw her arms up into the air and started dancing, enchantingly swaying her hips in time with the fast beat. Chuck watched her, awkwardly moving back and forth a bit, wondering who had possessed his wife when they walked into that nightclub. He was still a bit sore from the previous day's activities, and, as Sarah spun around so her back was facing him and grabbed his hands, he had a feeling Sarah was only going to make that worse.

She held his hands, stretched their arms out, and danced back into him, sinfully twisting her hips against his middle. She placed Chuck's hands low on her hips and grinded against him, encouraging him to sway with her. Chuck clutched her hips firmly, stalling her movements, and pulled her into him. He leaned down to Sarah's ear.

"What has gotten into you?" he asked.

"Well, now that we have a plan and a life waiting for us back in California, I've decided life without the CIA might not be so bad after all," she said, turning her head to look at him as she spoke. She gave him a heated kiss and added, "And I intend to celebrate."

And celebrate she did. When they finally returned to their honeymoon suite, a couple hours of dancing and a couple more drinks later, Chuck was just a little tipsy, while he wasn't sure how much of their night Sarah was going to remember the next morning. After a few unsuccessful tries to get the keycard into the slot, Chuck took it from her hands and let them into the room. Sarah shut the door behind her and fell back against it, facing Chuck. The high heels in her hand banged against the door, and she looked at her husband with a dreamy smile.

"What?" Chuck asked with a laugh.

"I could fall in love with you," she dreamily sighed. Chuck frowned slightly.

"Could?" Chuck said with a tilt of his head. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I kind of hope you already have."

"No…" Sarah sighed in her Australian voice, drawing out the word. "That's not what I meant."

"Did that just have all the vowels in it?" Chuck laughed.

Sarah curled her hand around Chuck's cheek, caressing it softly. She spoke in her American voice again and said, "The government can't stop me from loving you anymore."

Chuck nodded. "Because they did such an awesome job of preventing that as it was…"

"You sound just like the Captain!" she gasped.

"The Captain?" Chuck laughed. He looked away from her and shook his head, realizing just how gone she was. "Wow."

"I can do whatever I want now…" Sarah pondered.

"Without the CIA?" Chuck asked, struggling to keep up. "Like what?"

She thrust her left hand into his face, not even noticing when her shoes went crashing to the floor. "I can wear your ring to work whenever I feel like it," she said. She withdrew her hand and continued, "I can tell everyone that I was never just a stupid wiener girl!"

Chuck knew those things weren't particularly true, but he chose to humor her. "Right," he nodded. "Both very important."

"I can make everyone call me Sarah Bartowski. I can say no when that crazy Carina tries to get me into trouble! I can finally threaten Jeff and Lester with my Smith & Wesson next time I catch those creeps filming me. I'm a spy, Chuck! Did they really think I didn't notice? I can…" she said, suddenly struggling to come up with another example. "I can…"

"Get really drunk in the middle of the week?" Chuck suggested.

"Yes!" Sarah exclaimed. She slid down the door in a fit of giggles, and Chuck sat on the floor across from her.

"Oh my god, she's acting like Mrs. Charles…" Chuck muttered to himself, recalling her Texas persona. Sarah shot him a confused look upon hearing the name of her once-alias.

"I'm Mrs. Bartowski," Sarah said seriously, pointing to herself.

Chuck laughed again. "Yes, you are."

Sarah shot forward and slammed into him, knocking Chuck onto his back as he hit the floor. Sarah settled onto his stomach and kissed him hungrily. He moaned and kissed her back, tangling his hand into her long hair. Their hands were all over each other as Chuck aggressively pulled her as close to him as he could. She finally pulled away from his mouth and kissed her way to his ear.

"Fuck me, Chuck," she whispered.

"Wow, I…you're not done celebrating, are you?" he asked.

"Not even close," she grinned.

Sarah woke up late the next morning, only a few minutes before the clock struck noon. She was naked in her hotel bed, lying on her stomach, sheets pooled around her waist, blonde locks haphazardly strewn across her pillow. The sun was streaming in through the opened floor-length window, and Sarah scrunched up her face when she rolled over and faced the sun. Chuck rested beside her, clad in only a pair of boxers, watching her slowly wake. He had been awake for a few hours, despite sleeping in later than normal; he knew she'd be in pain when she woke up, so he had remained in bed, wanting to be there for her. Sarah finally slowly opened her eyes, and he smiled at her.

"Well, good morning, sunshine," he said with an amused smile and a laugh. She groaned. He laughed again. She covered her ears in protest. "Do you remember last night?"

"Umm…there was drinking…and dancing…and drinking," Sarah moaned as Chuck tried really hard not to laugh. "I think I was really happy about being out of the CIA but I don't think I know why…"

"Oh, you were very excited about the things you could do now that you're not an agent," he told her. She closed her eyes tightly and Chuck let out a silent chuckle.

"Can you close the curtains?" she whined. Chuck got up to close the curtains and climbed back into bed. The heavy fabric blocked out some of the sun, casting a glow across the bedroom. Chuck trailed his hand across her back in comfort as she asked, "Such as?"

"Oh, you know, things like turning down a mission because you just don't feel like flying to Monaco today, or, uh, choosing your own covers, or being really hung over…" he said.

"And I decided to start with that one?" she asked with a nervous grin.

"Apparently," Chuck said. "Do you remember the sex?"

She thought about it for a minute and smiled, "Yes."

"And do you remember what you said to me before the sex?" he asked, a goofy grin on his face.

She pondered that question for a moment and gasped, closing her eyes in embarrassment. With a cringe, she said, "If we're going to do it on the floor, we might as well do it doggy?"

"That's what you said," he laughed. "You're a very eloquent drunk."

She shot him a look. "Oh, wipe that stupid grin off your face."

His mouth dropped open in fake offense. "It was a good night!" he said.

Sarah groaned again and buried her face into her pillow. Chuck reached into the little bedside table and pulled out the small bottle of Aspirin he had placed there that morning. He held it above her ear and rattled it gently.

"Drugs?" Chuck offered.

Sarah sat up to swallow a few pills and fell back to the bed. "Not getting up yet."

Chuck exchanged the medicine for the remote to the bedroom flat screen and said, "I thought we could spend today watching movies in bed."

"I love you," she smiled.

"I love you," he said. "I've never seen you drink like that before."

"Well, don't expect to see it again. I do not want to repeat this," Sarah groaned.

"What can I do for you, baby?" he asked softly.

"Just hold me," she said. "And maybe start with a movie that doesn't have too many explosions."

He chuckled a bit and slid onto his back, holding out an arm so she could curl into his side. Sarah cuddled up to him and pulled the covers up to their chests, cocooning them in the warm bed. She laughed as he chose an animated movie, and he soothingly rubbed her back as they watched the film. They spent the day taking turns picking films to watch, getting out of bed only to share a mid-afternoon shower and retrieve the room service they ordered from downstairs. At the end of the day, when Sarah was holding Chuck in her embrace and his head was resting on her shoulder, she brushed her fingers through his hair.

"Chuck?" she whispered. "I like this."

He smiled and kissed her chest. "Me too."

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