A/N: Wow, this one took a while, huh? Well, a few quick announcements before I begin. Firstly, I've got an awesome/inspiring/innovative new beta, Future American, whom I thank and appreciate very much. So if you see any improvements on my stories, you know who to thank. I have a brand new story out called "Chuck vs. the Harvard Girl", and it's a college fic if you're interested, why not check it out? Other than that, I feel it's necessary to remind you that currently, Sarah knows nothing of Chuck's fame! Enjoy!

Chapter Three:

Chuck sat as his desk, the day still young. He was a lucky man. He enjoyed what he did for a living, producing high quality video games that millions around the world worshipped. He was helping his own kind...the nerd nation, to be specific. Sure, he was paid handsomely. No argument there. He enjoyed that perk very much...who wouldn't? But that wasn't why he loved his job. It was the excitement of building a story, with a detailed plot and characters. Right in this very office. It was the rush of having said story released around super stores like the Buymore around the world for kids, teens, and adults alike to enjoy. It was the feeling of gratitude he received in kind letters, and the modesty he displayed when he was heavily praised for all his charity work on national TV. That was his job.

Chuck's head was in his hands, mirroring yesterday's position as well. He seemed tired, every inch of his body refusing to deal with life's stress. Sure, his job was amazing. But that was the good side. Oh, it had bad sides as well. He had a mass force of employees not only in this building, but in different places worldwide as his company, Intersect Gaming, advanced further. He was in charge of hiring and firing said employees, which he hated doing. In this economy, while he was doing so well, how could he tell a poor man or woman that they were fired? How could he tell them that they could no longer support their families because he had to make budget cuts for his already successful company? The answer was simple: he couldn't. He refused to do that, adding a world of stress on his plate. He had to deal with the picky, wealthy stock investors who always tried to buy him out of the company, it seemed. And that was only a quarter of what raced through his mind daily.

Head buzzing, buried on his desk in his hands, he felt a gentle touch on his. Not glancing up, he groaned. "Morgan, not now." Feeling the hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, he realized it was soft and scented nicely.

Shooting up into an upright position, he immediately grinned sheepishly, blushing in the most embarrassed way Sarah thought was possible. Giving him a soft smile, she held back a small laugh as she watched him.

"Sarah, hey!" he smiled, watching her. "Not that uh ...I don't want you here...but uh...how exactly did you get past-"

"-security?" Sarah smirked. "Your bearded friend saw me approach the building, started mumbling something about some Vicky Vale, and that was that." she grinned victoriously. "Why, should I leave?" she teased.

"Huh? Oh, no...no!" Chuck told her, honestly speaking.

"Anyway...I'm here about your phone."

"Huh...my phone? What?" Chuck asked, glancing at his pocketed Iphone 5, which hadn't been released publicly yet.

"I think it's broken..." Sarah told him with a beautifully feigned sympathetic frown.

"Huh? What makes you say that?" Chuck asked, dumbfounded.

"Well..." Sarah began shyly. "I never got a call from you." She finished smirking

"Oh...ah...right, I was actually just thinking of that...before you...ah...walked in." Chuck informed her, smiling.

"Tell you what...we go and grab some late lunch? I'm sure Morgan, my "bearded friend" you were referring to will be able to take point for a day..."

Sarah nodded, smiling. Morgan. She'd have to thank him later. "Sounds great..."

"Let me just go let him know." Chuck smiled kindly as he guided her out of the room, going a door down to Morgan's office.

Sarah glanced backwards at Chuck's office, then back at the entire building. It was huge, and nicely furnished. Maybe he was employed by a big name? He seemed to be in charge…..maybe it was a particular branch he was the manager of.

Sarah glanced at the door, reading: M Grimes. So, his name was Morgan Grimes. Sarah stored that away for later, glancing up at the curly haired nerd beside her. "I'll just wait out here."

"It'll only be a minute." Chuck promised and went into the room, the door closing to a thin slit. Unbeknownst to the two, Sarah could still here everything.

"Dude..."she heard Morgan's voice. "Vicky Freaking Vale." he grinned and Sarah could almost hear it in his voice.

Chuck ran a hand through his curls. "I know, I know..." he sighed. "Sorry about this, but buddy, can you take point for today?"

Grinning, his bearded friend shook his head vigorously. "My pleasure, buddy. You go and have some fun."

"Thanks man, I really owe you one!" Chuck called as he opened his door.

"Pay me back with grape soda, a pizza and a Skyrim marathon?" he quipped happily.

"You know it!" Chuck hollered over his shoulder, closing his door. Turning to Sarah, unaware she'd heard everything; he gave her a little grin.

"So, where to for lunch?" Sarah smiled cheerily. "I don't have the slightest clue..." she admitted.

"I know just the place." Chuck replied surely, escorting her to his car. Acting like quite the gentleman, he opened the door for her, closing it as well. Sarah was impressed, to say the least. He was turning out to be one hell of a guy.

-0-

For Sarah, the date only got better from that point onward. Chuck decided to take her to a small, charming Mexican restaurant, which had delicious food, as she soon discovered. She'd tried to milk some information from him, but ended up hopelessly sucked into the conversation. It was uncontrollable….she wanted to focus….but she always found herself listening.

"-and they call him Captain Awesome." Chuck finished, grinning as he watched Sarah laugh in real disbelief,

"No. Way." Sarah grinned, laughing cutely. "Really?"

"How could I make that up? Everything he does is awesome….biking, mountain climbing, jumping out of planes…..flossing…." he quipped playfully.

Sarah was fully into the conversation, curious and carefree momentarily.

"Wow…..that's something else…." She began slowly. "But what about you….?" Sarah asked gently. "You're certainly not a regular guy." She smiled.

"The press certainly seems to think so…" Chuck grinned.

'Press?' Sarah pondered, wondering what on earth the press wanted with him. 'It was probably just a joke….' She told herself, letting it slide.

"Anyway…..I like videogame design….I'm a nerd…..and that's really all I'm good at…." He shrugged with a smile.

"Well…..you're probably in charge for a reason." Sarah reassured him kindly. "You were really good with your friend back there…."

"Thanks…." Chuck smiled. She was the first girl who never questioned him about his press issues, his money, or anything materialistic like that. It was a nice change.

Sarah glanced down at her drink, taking a sip. She absolutely loved this whole experience! Hell, it beat any con. She was just about ready to take a nice long break and try something new, so long as authorities never caught up with her.

"Chuck….." Sarah began slowly, a small smile forming on her beautiful lips.

"Mhmm?" He smiled in kind, curious as to what she had to say.

"I…..uh, never mind….." Sarah recovered slowly, cheeks burning.

"Sarah…." Chuck took initiative, hoping this was what she was going to ask. "Would you like to go out tonight?" he asked, shy as well.

"Sounds great." She smiled relief evident in her tone and on her features. On the inside, she was squealing with excitement, though she contained it well.

"Where to, Sarah?" he smiled. "I know a club, and it's not too-"

"-I trust you Chuck." Sarah told him, smiling. "You've done well so far."

"Great." He grinned and stood, walking out with her.

-0-

Chuck checked his phone in the car, as they were parked outside the club that night. He'd totally forgotten. He had a press meeting that day, and he'd completely blown it off, leaving Morgan to do the talking. He was screwed.

Getting out and opening Sarah's door for her, he smiled gently as he took her arm.

"Are you okay, Chuck….my dancing isn't that bad." Sarah tried, causing him to grin.

"No….it's just…..-crap." He sighed, as His phone rang, a few of the photographers showed up.

"Morgan, what's going on-"

The photographers pooled around the millionaire and his apparent new girlfriend who was hand in hand with him. This was definitely making the front cover tomorrow.

A/N: Tiny cliffhanger there, but no worries. Shouldn't take me three months to update this time around. The main reason why I stopped this one for so long was because it's the least favored, so i feel less obligated to come out with new stuff for this one. Anyway, I know people don't follow around video game designers with paparazzi….but hey guys, this requires suspension of disbelief from your end…..sorry about that! Anyway, let me know how you're liking it, because clearly, there's more Charah to come! Hope you guys enjoyed, and as always, have a good one.

-LLC