Just a funny story before we start, you don't have to read it, just skip past the A/N and onto the story. So anyway, I was studying for my first exam, it was on at 8:30am yesterday morning; I had to catch the 6am train to get there. I looked at my timetable to find out what room I was in for my exam and realised, at 5:20am, that I had studied for the wrong exam. It was modern history, not ancient. Absolutely screwed. I did answer 6 of the 10 questions…how well? Well, I'll find that out when I go down from my HD to a credit after I fail.

Funny story over. Thanks to everyone for your kind words. I quite enjoy opening up my emails to find a bunch of reviews. You all rock!

This one is a continuation of the jogging scene in 'Versus the Bearded Bandit'. I kept most of the dialogue of that scene in it, but you'll know when it's my stuff.

Chapter 4- Toes in the Sand

It was just after dawn and Chuck was jogging along the path in the park. Over the years of being a spy and working with the government's best agents, he had learned to trade in the exercise of his thumbs with actual, real life stuff. Devon liked it because he had an extra exercise partner on occasion; 'Looking awesome, bro' was a common statement now. To top it all off, having a super hot wife helped in his motivation for wanting to be in peak physical shape.

Chuck had been running for a couple miles when his right leg started to cramp up; he hopped around on it, trying to keep the blood pumping.

"No, no, keep going. It'll get harder if you stop." Sarah came up beside him from around the corner.

"Sarah? I thought you'd still be in bed; it's so early." He really wasn't expecting his wife to catch up with him on his morning run.

"No. I'm used to this. Us spies without the Intersect have to find time to exercise," she replied as she kept jogging ahead of him.

Snapping out of his daze, Chuck caught a hold of her, intent on talking to her about the handling of Morgan and of him. She turned, hands on her hips; the diamond on her hand glinted in the early morning sun.

"I asked you to be Morgan's handler because handling someone entails bringing out the best in people. And what's a better example for Morgan than you? So, no, I'm not handling you because a, you don't need a handler anymore and b, because handlers can't do this…" she stepped in close to him, placed her hands either side of his face and drew him in for a quick kiss. Sarah pulled herself out of his arms, "C'mon, let's go!" she dashed quickly down the path.

"Oh no, that's not fair." Chuck tore after her, "You can't just do that!"

Sarah laughed as she heard him trying to catch up, "Yes, I can."

When he reached her a good ten seconds later, Chuck noticed a patch of grass off to the left of the path. Snatching her hand in his, he stopped and swung her around into his body, his arms wrapped around her waist and lowered them down to the ground; Sarah on her back with Chuck hovering over the top of her.

Giggling, Sarah punched him in the arm with as much force as her position would allow. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Because you ruined my run."

Chuck dipped his head and kissed her softly. "I'll make it up to you."

"You better do better than that if you want my forgiveness," she teased as she arched her body into his and captured his lips again. She ran her hands through his hair as the kiss intensified. Sarah loved kissing him.

Chuck groaned; her turquoise tank top and tight, black running pants left little to the imagination as he caressed her toned stomach. Yes, Chuck loved having a super hot wife.

Hearing a cough above them, the couple reluctantly separated and sat up to see who had pulled them out of their passionate haze. Seeing an elderly woman grinning down at them, they stood and brushed themselves off, blushing at being caught out. Even though they knew making out in a public place wasn't such a great idea, sometimes they couldn't help themselves.

"Sorry about that," Chuck apologised.

The woman shook her head, "It's no problem dear. I remember what being young and in love was like." She paused. "And before you know it, fifty years has gone by and in the end you only have the memories." Turning and looking at Sarah, the woman continued, "Looks like you have a keeper there. Don't waste a minute of your time."

Sarah smiled and wrapped her arms around Chuck's side; "I plan on keeping him forever. He's all I could ever want."

"Good." She looked at Chuck, "Now you, mister, you treasure her."

Chuck kissed Sarah's temple and grinned, "Every day."

The woman smiled at them, "Well I should let you two go. I wish you every happiness."

"Thank you," Sarah replied as they watch the woman head off in the opposite direction. When she was out of sight, Sarah looked up at Chuck, "You want to head home and get working on that 'treasuring' of me?"

Chuck's eyes grew wide as she threw him a saucy wink, "Oh yeah."

So there is chapter four. It's a bit shorter than the other ones, but I just wanted to write it. That scene at the end of the episode was adorable and Chuck and Sarah are just so cute together. I love them.

Sorry if you're getting a sugar overload on this fic, I'm having fun writing it and it gets the crazy shipper thoughts I have out on paper so that they don't overload my brain… not that that would necessarily be a bad thing.