A/N: Welcome to another fun filled installment…at least, I hope it is…I'm sure you'll let me know…got some more Swimmer and TRFW percolating…been a long hot week here…just saying…of course, if the writing seems horrible, insert that excuse here…remember, I'm always begging for attention and your reviews help fill that void…plus, they help me smile…they're even better than most of the meds I take…I'm just saying…started re-watching season 1 again last night…still fun…well, hope you all enjoy this chapter. JT

You are entering a 'beta-free' zone although stn is helping me become a better writer, after the fact and I really appreciate it. Also, should point out that I don't own or make any money from Chuck or anything in the 'Chuckverse'.

Jim, thanks for the nudge.

Bryce Larkin - Douche Bag At Large - Chapter 6

Chuck glanced down at his watch and was shocked to realize that it was almost mid-night. He couldn't remember exactly when but, sometime during the last couple of hours, Ellie had stopped trying to kill Sarah with her eyes. They'd been talking about what the immediate future held for Chuck and, despite his sister's skepticism, the beautiful blonde had been adamant that she would not let anything happen to him. He remembered smiling when Sarah had expressed her concern about how her boss would react to his phone call earlier in the night.

Looking at the empty beer bottle in front of him, he gotten up and headed towards the kitchen after asking if either of the two women wanted a fresh drink. Sarah had said yes to another beer while Ellie had announced that she needed to get some sleep and, after getting to her feet and telling Sarah 'goodnight', she'd followed Chuck from the room. Chuck had retrieved two beers from the refrigerator and turned to find his sister standing behind him.

"Chuck, please be careful. I still don't trust her. I know that she says she will keep you safe but I just don't trust her."

"I hear you, El. And, I'm pretty sure that she heard you as well."

"I hope she did, Chuck. I want you to remember what I told you…if she hurts you, I will tear her world down."

Putting the two un-opened beers down on the counter, he stepped over to his sister and pulled her into a hug. "I know, I know" he whispered into her ear, "I promise that I'll be careful" he added before releasing her and stepping back. "Goodnight, El. I'll make sure I clean up before I go to bed."

"She's had a few so don't let her drive home"

"I won't"

"Don't let her bat her eyes and you and then get behind the wheel. I'd hate for her to get in an accident and hurt someone else."

"Or herself' Chuck replied and waited.

"Yeah, I guess" she answered and then turned and left the kitchen.

Chuck watched her turn down the hall towards her room and then he grabbed the two beers from the counter and headed back to the dining room. After handing Sarah her beer and sitting back down, he found a set of keys sitting in front of him.

"I wouldn't want your sister any madder at me than she already is. She really hates me, doesn't she?"

"She doesn't hate you" Chuck answered with a smile. "It's just that we've been all the family each other had for a long time. She practically raised me so she can be a little over protective."

Sarah took a quick swallow from her beer. "A 'little over protective' Chuck? A momma grizzly can be a little over protective and I'm pretty sure the bear would say, 'damn, that woman sure is over protective'. I understand, I really do. "

Chuck couldn't help it. He started laughing and the beer he was in the process of swallowing decided that his nose was the perfect exit. Looking around for something to wipe up the beer, he noticed that Sarah had a huge smile on her face and it looked like she was struggling to keep from laughing out loud.

Oh, ha ha, very funny, Agent Walker" Chuck said , hoping the smile on his face would take any sting out of his use of her title. He watched her face and decided that he liked seeing Sarah Walker smile. After he'd wiped up the wayward beer, he reached for his beer. "Please, I'd like to actually swallow some beer this time so…no more jokes"

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Sarah glanced down at her watch and was shocked to discover that she and Chuck had been talking for almost two hours since Ellie had gone to bed. She couldn't recall exactly what they'd been talking about but she knew that she hadn't smiled this much in years. She realized that she'd had more to drink than she'd intended but the easy camaraderie had allowed her to ignore the slow buzz she'd been working on. She had kicked her shoes off earlier and had been tempted, more than once, to reach a foot across under the table and see if Chuck would jump when she started playing footsie.

Chuck had just returned from answering nature's call and sat back down at the table. Getting to her feet, she excused herself and wandered down the hall, intent on relieving the pressure on her bladder. Once finished, Sarah un-intentionally turned the wrong direction when she left the bathroom and almost immediately found herself standing in Chuck's room. Giving in to her curiosity, she slowly wandered around, looking at whatever happened to catch her attention. Taking note of a photo album on a shelf, she picked it up and then sat down on the edge of his bed. Deciding that it would be easier to look through the book if she stretched out, she swung her legs up onto the bed and lay back, looking forward to looking through the photos but the moment her touched the pillow, she was gone.

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It had been almost fifteen minutes and Chuck was beginning to wonder what had happened to Sarah. Deciding to make sure that she was ok, he got up and walked to the bathroom only to find it vacant. Looking around, he noticed the light on in his room and when he looked in, he was surprised to find the his guest stretched out, obviously asleep with a photo album resting on her stomach. Moving quietly, he went to the bed side and gently picked up the book. Making mp his mind to let Sarah sleep, he'd already returned the book to it's place on the shelf and was just about to leave when he happened to look back at the beauty sleeping on his bed. Unable to resist the temptation, he returned to the bedside and gently sat down. Reaching out, he pushed a lock of hair off of her forehead and then caught himself staring. Just as he was about to get back to his feet and head out to the living room to make use of the couch, Sarah rolled onto her side and reached out, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Don't go. Stay" she mumbled when he tried to unwrap her arm, pulling herself closer and wrapping her arm even tighter around his middle.

"Alright, scootch over" he said softly, promising himself that when she didn't respond, he'd extricate himself from her grip and spend the night on the couch. To his surprise, Sarah loosened her grip and moved over, leaving enough room for him to stretch out. Shaking his head, he smiled to himself and after kicking his shoes off, he lay down. As soon as his head hit the pillow, his bedmate seemed to liquefy and flow over his side, molding herself to him. Her head made itself at home on his chest while her arm found it's way back around his waist. Finishing the process, she threw a leg over his and, after sighing twice, proceeded to wrap herself even tighter around him. He was sure that he'd never get to sleep and he was in the middle of deciding what to do when the sleep he was sure he would elude, caught him.

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Chuck slowly opened his eyes, wondering about the unfamiliar weight on his chest and the odd sensation he seemed to be feeling on his thigh. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he remembered falling asleep with Sarah Walker wrapped around him and realized that was the unfamiliar weight on his chest. With half of the mystery solved, he concentrated and was surprised when he recognized the mystery feeling that had awoken him…his bedmate was slowly grinding herself against his thigh. Suddenly wide awake, he noticed that Sarah's breathing was becoming rapid and shallow and when he looked down at her face, he was surprised to find her eyelids fluttering, indicating that she was having a dream. Completely unsure what to do because he'd never experienced something like this, he found himself becoming very aroused while Sarah began moaning softly. Before he could decide how to handle the situation, Sarah gasped out his name and just as her entire body seemed to go rigid, her eyes opened and looked directly into his.

"Chuck? What happened?" she gasped out as she looked around, clearly confused by her surroundings. Struggling to get her breathing under control, she seemed to realize what had happened and she started to blush and then tucked her face into Chuck's shirt. "Oh god, Chuck. I'm so sorry" she mumbled into his chest.

"About what, Sarah?" Chuck asked, still a little shocked and, if he was honest with himself, thrilled by what had happened. It had been his name she'd called and he really wanted to ask her about the dream but he just couldn't find the words. He stayed still, afraid to even breath deeply, just waiting for Sarah to decide which way to move. He watched as she slowly raised her head and met his eyes, the blush still coloring her face a deep red.

"Chuck. That's never happened to me before…I mean, not the way it just happened…I mean, not while I was dreaming like that…"

"Sarah, it's ok. I'm flattered because I can honestly say that was a first for me as well. So, what next?"

Lowering her head back onto his chest, she seemed to be thinking. "Uh, give me a minute or three."

"Take your time. Uh, Sarah? I was wondering, do I have to report this to your boss?" Chuck asked and smiled when her head suddenly popped up, a panicked look in her eyes that vanished as soon as she saw his smile. "Or, does the CIA have a secret HR department that I'll have to contact…" Chuck suddenly found Sarah's lips on his, effectively silencing him, mid-ramble and leaving him stunned for the second time that morning.

Breaking the kiss, Sarah dropped her face onto Chuck's chest again, wondering what the hell she'd just done. In the last twelve hours, she'd managed to break so many of her own rules that she didn't know where to begin the list. She began mentally ticking off her fingers. 'Find a mark's eyes dreamy-check, start thinking of the mark as something other than a mark-check, almost kill the mark/Chuck-check, bawl your eyes out in front of the mark/Chuck…and his sister-check, have too much too drink with the ma../Chuck-check, fall asleep/pass out in Chuck's arms-check, wake up after dry-humping your way to an orgasm on Chuck's thigh-oh yeah, check, decide to kiss Chuck to shut him up- check, starting wondering how Chuck ever learned to kiss like that-double check…'

"Sarah. Hey Sarah!" Chuck said as he snapped his fingers near her ear. "Earth to Sarah"

"Yeah…sorry Chuck. You were saying?"

"Uh, before you kissed me? Well, I was wondering what's next?"

"Listen Chuck, I'm sorry I kissed you. I shouldn't have and…" Sarah slowed to a halt when she noticed the smile leave Chuck's face only to be replaced with the same look he'd had when he'd called her Agent Walker…and meant it. "I'm not sorry I kissed you because I kissed you. The kiss was great. I'm sorry I kissed you because it just makes things tougher…it's just another thing on a list of things I regret doing…no, I don't regret doing them, I just regret that they're going to make my job a lot harder. I mean, I tried to kill you last night and this morning I'm humping your leg like some randy teenager…and that dream, oh god, that dream…you have no idea…I honestly don't remember the last time I had sex dream that intense…and that kiss…I shouldn't have kissed you but I thought it might shut you up and, well, I've wanted to kiss you since, well, since I met you at the Buymore…and that isn't a good thing…not the kiss, that was great but, the wanting to kiss you, that's…" and Sarah found herself cut-off, mid-ramble, when Chuck used her tactic from earlier to shut her up.

When they finally broke the kiss, the both were left nearly breathless and staring into each others eyes. "Why did you do that, Chuck?" Sarah asked while she added another tick to her list, 'wondering how I can get Chuck to kiss me again-big honking check'.

"Well, your were working into a really huge ramble and, as you demonstrated earlier, kissing seems to put the brakes to 'rambles', so I figured I'd give it a try…and it seems that you've found a really effective ramble road block and…" Chuck found himself, once again, on the receiving end of one of Sarah Walker's kisses and he couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be. The beautiful owner of the lips that were currently parked on his own had moved herself and she was straddling his waist while one of his hands had found its way to her ass and the other was gently holding her neck, a thumb gently stoking her ear. Just as he felt Sarah's hands start to roam over his body, there was a brief knock at his door followed by Ellie, a cup of coffee in her hand and a very shocked and embarrassed look on her face. Stepping back she quickly closed the door and then, just as quickly, re-opened the door.

"Chuck, shower now! You have to be to work in thirty minutes! Sarah, kitchen now! You can help me make breakfast."

"But I don't know how to cook" Sarah replied and then, seeing the look in Ellie's eyes, simply shut up and rolled off of Chuck and got out of bed. "I'll be right there as soon as I use the bathroom" she answered. She looked back briefly at Chuck who was struggling to sit up, a bright blush climbing rapidly towards his hairline. "Chuck?" she asked, totally confused and, she'd be the first to admit, a little afraid.

"I don't know. She's never walked in on me before, well, you know, heading for 'second base'. I don't think she'll hurt you…she probably just wants to know what your intentions are."

"My intentions…about what?"

"Well, if I had to guess, about me. Please, we'll talk soon but you need to report to the kitchen and I need to take a shower…a very cold shower" he said and gave Sarah her first taste of his infamous 'eyebrow dance' which got the desired result…a big smile. He watched as she turned and walked away, wondering just what the hell he'd gotten himself into. 'Christ…first, a super computer in my head, then, spys in my life and now, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen seems to be interested in me…and all three things are related. What's next?' he asked himself as he started getting out some clean clothes for the day.

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Sarah Walker sat quietly, sipping her coffee and watching the three people who sat at the table with her. Chuck had showered, gotten dressed and was ready to head out to work. Devon, Ellie's boyfriend, was still dressed in scrubs having just gotten home from the shift his girlfriend had 'found' for him. He looked tired and Sarah was sure he'd be asleep soon. The third seat at the table held the woman who'd actually asked her what her intentions were concerning her brother. Agent Sarah Walker had been asked a lot of questions in her career but that was a first. She'd walked into the kitchen and found Ellie standing there with a cup of coffee extended towards her. After she'd accepted it and taken her first sip, the older woman had dropped the 'bomb', as it were, asking her what her intentions were as far as Chuck was concerned.

"Well, after I make contact with DC, I'll…" and that was as far as she'd gotten before the look in Ellie's eyes stopped her cold.

"Not the spy shit! I think you already have some idea how I feel about that. Nod your head if you're with me so far" Ellie paused just long enough for Sarah to nod and then she continued on, "what I want to know about is what are your 'intentions', if you know what I mean. Are you just going to work the, what's the phrase, 'honey trap' on him and then kick him to the curb when your mission is over…if you don't kill him, that is? Or, is there something else going on that I should know about?"

Sarah was shocked at how much the question un-nerved her. She honestly didn't know if she had 'intentions' or if she did, what they were. "Ellie, I really don't know. I've known your brother for forty-eight hours and I can honestly say that I've never met a man like him. He's smart and funny and honest and…well, sexy as hell. I intend to do my best to keep him safe and if that means that I get to spend lots of time with him, that's fine with me. I don't know what else to tell you."

"That'll do for now" she'd answered just as Chuck had walked in.

"What'll do for now?" He'd asked, very curious about what his sister had been talking with Sarah about.

"I just told her that she shouldn't leave her shoes under the table. Isn't that right, Sarah?"

"Yeah" Sarah had added.

Chuck had looked back and forth between the two women and then decided that he should just let it go…for now. "So, what's for breakfast?" he asked while pouring himself a cup of coffee

"It'll be on the table in a couple of minutes. Go make sure that Devon hasn't fallen asleep and then drag him out here. Breakfast and then work, Chuck, breakfast and work."

Fifteen minutes later, Chuck had finished his breakfast and after clearing his dishes and putting them in the sink, he stood at the table, not sure what would happen next. Seeing his hesitation, Ellie had shooed him out, telling him she wanted Sarah's help with 'something' and that she'd call him later. Knowing an Ellie dismissal when he heard one, he'd simply said goodbye and walked out of the front door. As he was passing the fountain in the courtyard, he noticed a large man carrying a large box into the apartment that sat opposite his sisters. It had been vacant for almost a month but it now appeared to have a new tenant. After a quick glance at his watch revealed that he was cutting it close, he decided that introductions could wait, he needed to get to the Buymore.

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Devon had stumbled off to bed a few minutes earlier and she'd decided to give Ellie a hand getting things tidied up. The two women had worked in silence and after the table was cleared and all of the dishes were cleaned, she'd started towards the front door, picking up her purse on the way.

"Tell my brother 'hi' when you see him, ok?" Ellie had said over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway towards her room. "Oh, and lock the door behind you."

Before Sarah could reply the elder Bartowski had disappeared into her room. After pulling her shoes on and grabbing her purse, She let herself out, making sure that the door locked behind her, just as Ellie had asked. Turning around, she walked past the fountain and was almost out of the courtyard when a voice sounded out behind her.

"Forty-eight hours and already doing the 'walk of shame' from the mark's apartment…must be a new record."

Sarah paused and looked back over her shoulder. "Go fuck yourself, Casey." she said before leaving.

"Walker…we need to talk. I'll call you later."

"Yeah, whatever." she called back as she opened the door of her Porsche, climbed in and after firing it up, pulled away with a screech. "Just great" she mumbled to herself as she sped away.

A/N: Please drop a review. They're always appreciated. JT