So I've decided to write a bit of a song fic for this next chapter. The song is 'Gimme That Girl' by Joe Nichols. It's such a sweet and beautiful song; I love it.

This is set all over the joint as each verse is a little snippet of a bigger picture. I'm trying something new when it comes to song fics, so bear with me.

Big thanks to Chuckaholic and Coreymon77…you guys are awesome! Such kind words.

Toes in the Sand – Chapter 5

Hang up that red dress

Let down your hair

Cancel those reservations

There's no need to go nowhere

As good as you're looking right now

Girl I bet you're thinkin' I'm crazy

There's a side of you that I wanna see

That never ceases to amaze me.

On one of their rare nights off, Chuck wanted to do something special for Sarah; they hadn't been out on a real date since they had moved in with each other. Chuck made reservations at a semi-upscale restaurant after he told Sarah to dress up and that he would be by to pick her up. He was going all out; he let her get dressed on her own while he changed at Devon and Ellie's place, he even bought her a bouquet of flowers.

At seven o'clock sharp he knocked on their door. He had on his nicest pair of Levi's, signature Converse and baby blue dress shirt, rolled up in the sleeves; a crisp white tie finished the ensemble.

Sarah opened the door up to reveal the sexy little red dress she had bought for the occasion. It was knee-length and tied up behind her neck like a halter-top. Chuck whistled low and long at the beauty of his girlfriend.

"You like?" Sarah asked as she did a little twirl, showing of the naked expanse of her back.

Chuck gulped and tired to control his breathing. "I love," he choked out. "Are you sure we have to go out?"

She narrowed her eyes at him as she grabbed the flowers out of his hands. "Yes. I spent hours searching for this dress, so you're going to take me out, feed me, dance with me and then bring me home and then you can take me out of it."

Sarah could see Chuck's brain ticking over and watched as his eyes lit up in delight at their plans. He grinned at her. "Ok. Come on then."

Gimme that girl with her hair in a mess

Sleepy little smile with her head on my chest

That's the you that I like best

Gimme that girl

Chuck wined, dined, danced and loved Sarah that night. When they stirred awake the next morning, Sarah was laying half on him, hair splayed everywhere; a sheet was barely covering them as the sun filtered through the curtains. Chuck kissed her forehead softly as he felt her drift into consciousness.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked up at him with a sleepy smile. "Morning."

"Morning," he replied, running his fingers through her golden tresses that fell down her naked back.

"Thank you for last night; I had a great time."

He smiled at her sweetly, "It was my pleasure."

Dragging her fingers up his chest, Sarah leered at him hotly. "It most definitely was." Getting up on her knees, she crawled up on top of him and leaned down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, nipping and sucking until he groaned in pleasure; his hands never idle on her body. Chuck and Sarah quickly lost themselves in each other, never wanting to part.

No words were spoken until the height of their passion where a series of 'I love you' were whispered as well as shouted.

Gimme that girl lovin' up on me

Old t-shirt and a pair of jeans

That's the you I wanna see

Gimme that girl.

"Hey Sarah, have you seen my 'Empire Strikes Back' tee shirt anywhere?" Chuck asked as he walked into the living room in search of his fiancé. They were having a lazy day, and he needed his old, well-worn shirt in order to be completely relaxed. He had bought it for when he and Morgan had gone to see the re-release of the Star Wars movies back in 1997. It was his favourite shirt.

As he stumbled into the living room in only a pair of jeans, he spied Sarah stretched out on the couch, in jeans as well, but also sporting his Star Wars shirt. She was sound asleep with a book lying open on her lap. Chuck's heart skipped a beat; she was gorgeous and so very innocent. He pulled out his phone from his back pocket, and after unlocking it; he opened up the camera and took a picture of his girl. His girl. He still couldn't believe that at the end of the day, she came home to him.

Chuck set the picture as his wallpaper before turning around and heading back into their bedroom to find a new shirt. Sarah could pilfer that one all she wanted; it looked a hundred times better on her than it did him anyway.

Gimme a girl that's beautiful

Without a trace of makeup on

Barefoot in the kitchen,

Singing her favorite song

Dancin' around' like a fool

Starin' in her own little show

Gimme the girl that the rest of the world

Ain't lucky enough to know.

When Tyler was born, Sarah took some time off from the spy game and left Chuck and Casey to run things. Tyler was now three months old and the spitting image of his father. Chuck had been gone for a few days on a mission that had sent him down to Venezuela to find a drug lord and bring him into US custody. Finally, he eyed his front door. Home at last. He checked his watch; it was only eleven in the morning. Tyler may be down for his nap, which meant Sarah would be too, or they could be awake. Entering quietly, the first thing he saw, rather heard was the stereo playing Sarah's iPod. It was her Dean Martin playlist that he had made for her.

After he had played her 'Feeling Good', Sarah had discovered the old crooners; from Sinatra, to Martin and the rest of the original Rat Pack, she couldn't get enough.

Coming around the corner, and looking into the kitchen, he saw his wife dancing around and singing along to 'An evening in Roma,' while his son sat in his bouncer on the bench, giggling and gurgling away at his mother's antics. She was wearing a grey singlet top and cut off Daisy Dukes; she had never looked sexier.

Chuck quietly moved closer to the kitchen and leant his arms on the serving bench and looked down at Tyler, wiggling his fingers at the little boy, but with his focus still on his wife. When the song finished, Chuck clapped his hands in applause, startling Sarah out of her little world.

"Geeze, Chuck. I could have shot you if I had my gun."

Chuck grinned, "Lucky for me you didn't huh?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, "Yeah. Lucky." Leaning over the bench and Tyler, she drew Chuck in for a kiss. "I missed you," she told him when the broke apart.

"Me too. But I'm home now; no Venezuelan drug lord can keep me away forever."

"Good to know, because you know, if they tried, I'd tie the little one to my back and haul your ass back home to us."

Chuck's eyes widened. "I'm so glad you're on my side."

Sarah laughed as she kissed him again. "Go shower, lunch will be ready when you're done."

"Yes, ma'am." Chuck snapped a teasing salute before heading down to the bathroom.

Sarah leant against the bench and tickled her son's belly. "Yeah, you're happy that daddy's home too, huh, little man?" Tyler giggled and Sarah kissed him on the head. "I love you, Ty."

Ta Da! So what did you think? I've got a bunch of ideas floating around in my head and I will get to them all eventually. If you wanna see anything in particular, just let me know.