A/N: Thanks for speedy and informative reviews, you guys are awesome, and your reward is a brand new chapter, fresh off the…press. Anyway, here you are

Don't own Chuck or Starbucks but damn I love those macchiatos, and enjoy.

Chapter Twelve: "Oops"

"Is a van really necessary for this?" Hannah asked as she and Sarah situated themselves across the street from Chuck's targeted Starbucks, which he would enter in exactly three minutes.

"Well, not really…" Sarah relented. "But it's easier than communicating from base, and it's always good to have back up." She shrugged.

Hannah wasn't dim at all, and that was part of what made her an excellent operative. She knew of Chuck and Sarah's budding romance, and though she swore she had feelings for him, she put them aside for the good of the team. It wasn't like she had a chance anymore, anyway. But she somehow didn't like Sarah's secretive and protective feelings towards Chuck…but it came with the territory, she supposed.

"Well, at least we didn't have to pull the others into this."

"Right. All we need is a tech operative, and I….well, I'm always supervising."

Hannah nodded, slipping her headset on. She knew that Sarah wanted to be the one talking, but technically…she was just supposed to supervise. Something about that made her feel a little gutsy. She glanced at the camera viewing the street corner. She saw Chuck approaching in his new suit and tie, hair slicked and ready to go; he looked like a million dollars.

"Chuck, she's crazy if she doesn't say yes…" Hannah chimed supportively. "You look….wow."

"Thanks." Chuck smiled to himself, wondering what Sarah was thinking at that particular moment.

Sarah bit her lip, avoiding any eye contact with Hannah. She couldn't reprimand her for being good natured. They were a team, and she was to be an exemplary leader at all times, whether she wanted to kill someone or not.

"Jill's in line, you'll be right behind her." Hannah clarified as she witnessed Chuck enter. "Remember, be collected and calm. She'll order a caramel macchiato….you do the same, and accidentally claim hers at pickup. Got it?"

"Yeah." Chuck murmured, taking in a breath. He stepped into the shop, admiring how busy it was. Starbucks was always like this…he shook his head. He had to focus. Slipping quietly into line, he tried to remain quiet as his eyes fell on Jill.

There she was, in all her glory. She looked better than she did in college, much more toned and physically improved. She was still beautiful, like he remembered, though he could see little of her face. She was wearing simple jeans and a tee, but he always liked her casual style. And yet, with all these compliments, looking at her now…she paled in comparison to the golden goddess that was Sarah Walker, who was all he could think about every minute of every day.

He listened to her order, almost getting chills at hearing her voice again. It almost made him uncomfortable, and he tried to hide it, with great success.

"You're order is coming right up." The barista told her, and Chuck ducked his head a little as she turned to the waiting area.

Chuck ordered her exact drink and size and slipped around the other side after paying. There was an awkward gap of two minutes in which he took great care to avoid being seen by her. Then, like clockwork, the drink was called.

"Tall Caramel Macchiato!" The man called. Both Chuck and Jill stepped forward. "That's-"

"For….Jill." The man clarified with a chuckle.

"Oh…" Chuck glanced up, watching her brown eyes meet his in absolute shock as he saw her whole body tense up. "My ba- Jill?"

"Chuck?" She breathed unevenly. This was the man. The man who had her heart, broke it, and left her for a "life of service". And here he was, years later.

"Jill." The man clarified again.

"We got it…." Jill took the cup and set it down in slight agitation.

"Jill….." Chuck drew in a breath.

"Showtime." Sarah muttered.

"It's been….a while, Chuck." Jill began, somewhat defensively.

"Oh yeah….years." Chuck nodded.

Hannah shook her head. "Play it cool, Chuck, but not heartless."

Jill glanced at his outfit, eyes widening. "Your…."field work" is going well?"

Chuck took a minute to analyze her words. "Oh!" He feigned sudden realization. "Oh. No, I quit years ago."

"You did?" Jill glanced up in interest.

"yeah." Chuck nodded. "Just an entrepreneur now." Chuck replied.

"Really?" Jill couldn't grasp it all. He was out of the CIA? She slowly checked his hand; no ring. Girlfriend, maybe? She decided to investigate. "Too….dangerous for the family, right?"

"Ellie wasn't involved that much…"

"No, I mean….your….significant other." Jill clarified, trying so badly to play it cool.

"Oh…" Chuck actually turned red, though Jill interpreted it much differently, which turned out to be beneficial in his case. "Nope….nothing there….although it's not that I can't I just…-" he cut himself off when he realized he was rambling. "Sorry…" he spoke apologetically. "I'm rambling, huh?"

"I still don't mind that about you, Chuck." Jill's flirtatious tone was undeniable.

"That bitch." Sarah growled to herself, Hannah missing it.

"It's working!" Hannah smiled, happy for the success.

"What about you, Ms. Roberts? Or….is it Mrs. Now?" Chuck smiled.

"Ms…..thanks." Jill replied. "Work is my big focus now….I'm a bio-chem researcher for a company….it's kind of classified….and boring." She added with a smile.

"Sounds like you're busy." Chuck smiled. "I guess you wouldn't have time for a quick little lunch break, then?"

"Are you asking me out on a date, Charles?" Her boldness shocked the three team members, Hannah's jaw dropping as Sarah began a coughing fit.

"Uh….why yes I am…if you'll have me." Chuck replied, catching his flow once more.

"Fine." Jill smiled. "Tomorrow….twelve?"

"Sounds good." Chuck grinned, though Sarah could see it wasn't genuine. "Here's my card." Chuck handed her the card Sarah had designed for him and watched Jill's eyebrows raise in an expression of surprise and approval.

"I look forward to working with you, Mr. Bartowski." She smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Roberts." He grinned as he watched her saunter away, coffee in hand.

As soon as she was out, Chuck sighed and leaned back against the counter. The man behind it grinned, handing him his drink. "Chicks, huh?"

"Yeah." Chuck nodded in agreement as he took a swig.

-0-

The team drove the van south, meeting Chuck at the corner of the street where he'd promised to meet them. He still seemed a bit shocked from Jill's acceptance, and it bothered Sarah the tiniest bit...maybe a lot. She shook her head as the side door rolled open and Chuck slipped inside, falling back on his seat, accepting Hannah's pat of congratulations. He turned to face Sarah who had her hands on her hips, lips pursed .

Oh, and there it was. He was in trouble. She gave him a single and somewhat amused nod with a raised brow, leaning back as Hannah drove the distance to base. The ride was silent, the tension was almost palpable. Definitely not good.

He met her blue gaze when the pulled into the parking. He found an amused tint there, matching her expression flawlessly.

The two barely heard Hannah excuse herself out, the door closing behind her.

"That...ah...that went well, I think." He remarked with a smile. He took a moment to appreciate Sarah's beauty, she was clad in a professional outfit, but a skirt nonetheless.

"Oh?" Was all Sarah had to offer, a hidden smirk lingering on her expression.

"She said yes...lunch tomorrow at -"

"Twelve." Sarah finished for him, rising as she took steps towards him, passing him as she stepped out the van. Chuck immediately followed suit

"Right." He cleared his throat awkwardly. He leaned against the van as she eyed him thoroughly.

"I had no idea I was dating another player." She teased, finally relenting and gracing him with a flawless smile.

"Oh, and that's bad?" He played along, matching his attitude with his outfit.

"No..."Sarah bit her lip teasingly, hot emotions rising in both of them. "I like all sides of you, Chuck." She had him pressed back against the van. Taking a que, he reversed their position so that he was now the "aggressor", pushing her up as their lips met passionately.

The two jumped apart upon hearing a car pull in. Sarah immediately recognized the two figures who tried to step put stealthily. Her jaw, along with Chuck's, dropped.

Out came the sheepish Carina and Bryce, both showered and very late.

"You...?" Sarah sounded horrified.

"And you...?" Chuck chimed in.

"Oh...shit." Was all Carina could manage.

-0-

"'You hooked up with a team member?" Walker couldn't believe her friend, especially her bad taste. She had made sure they were to be undisturbed in her office for the time being, while Chuck was to join the others in daily training.

"You're one to talk." Carina scoffed, shrugging. Inside, she felt bad. She hooked up with Walker's ex. She should've seen this coming.

"Why him?" Sarah complained.

"Well it was either him, Casey, or the 2x4."

"That's your justification?"

"Well, Chuck's taken." Carina pointed out mildly.

"Carina-"

"That's not what this is about Sarah…." Carina cut her off somewhat abruptly. "This is about you and Bryce, and your awkward unfinished business."

"Unfinished? You finished it last night." Sarah muttered sarcastically in response.

"What's the real problem?"

"Just….." Sarah sighed, swiveling back in her chair. "I know you're not exactly like me, but don't….don't get hurt." She finished.

"Oh…" Carina nodded, realization dawning on her. "I get it. You're worried about me."

"You're my best friend, Carina." Sarah smiled, enjoying the extremely rare heartfelt moment with Carina.

"Don't worry Walker….I don't do love."

"I know." Sarah relented like a mother who finally decided her kid could go join the others outside. "But just….watch out, okay?" She didn't like Bryce, and the only reason he was still around was because her father knew nothing about their little affair, and he was a damn good spy.

"Yeah." Carina smirked. "But don't you want to hear how he was?"

"Get out." Sarah threw a pen at her almost lazily, which she caught and threw back on her desk with equal or less work.

"Yes mom." Carina quipped, standing. "How did things go with Chuckles and his whor-….ah….ex?"

Sarah kept from laughing. "He's actually quite the player…"

"No kidding." Carina smirked. "He'll be nailing her in-" she trailed off when she noticed the look Sarah was giving her. "Never mind." She quickly dismissed it. "Glad it's working."

"I'm not jealous." Sarah defended.

"Oh?" Carina raised a brow. "I beg to differ."

"What?" Sarah snapped. "You think I can't make him jealous?"

"Huh?" Carina was dumbfounded. "Well, I suppose you could but-" She was cut off, trying hard not to laugh at Sarah's sudden change in demeanor. "You know…..this usually applies to the guy….but I think you're 'whipped'" Carina smirked.

"Am not." Sarah shrugged uncomfortably. "You're just pissing me off."

"Well…" Carina smoothed out her skirt. "Then my work here is done." She exited with her signature smirk that she almost never stopped wearing.

"Well…." Sarah leaned back in her seat with a smile. "Maybe a little bit."

-0-

"Okay, Chuck." Sarah commented from the back of the restaurant they had utilized as the lunch location. Using the company and it's authority, they got both Sarah and Casey in as waiters and Carina as a receptionist. Chuck couldn't even begin to fathom how everything would work out.

"Just play along." Sarah reminded gently, straightening his tie. "Remember….you practically own the place…"

Chuck glanced around nervously. "Sarah I don't make enough money to-"

"Shut it, pansy." Casey growled. "You two and your bickering…."

Sarah threw him a glare he ignored and turned to Chuck. "She's a minute away."

Chuck was then pushed out of the restaurant and into the street, where Jill was approaching. She smiled at Chuck somewhat shyly. "Hey, Chuck…" she started nervously. Everything felt awkward.

"Hey…..Jill…." He replied, smiling awkwardly. "Come on in…." he mentally berated himself for the lame entry as he slipped in, holding the door for her.

There stood Carina, clad in a formal black dress and glasses, changing her appearance totally. She looked so professional and kind…it almost threw Chuck off. "Mr. Bartowski!" She feigned a beautiful smile. "What a pleasure!"

"Ah…yes….thank you…" Chuck smiled unsurely.

"Two? Right this way." Carina led them to the most secluded table, receiving several nods and "Hi Mr. Bartowski"s along the way.

"Ah….Mr. Carmichael." Casey appeared, though he was dressed in a suit, with long hair and a goatee. Chuck almost coughed himself to death. "How are we this evening?"

"Well….thank you." Chuck took his seat across from Jill as she watched with a raised brow.

"Wow…." Jill began with an impressed look. "It's like you own the place."

"Me?" Chuck gulped. "Oh….no. More of an investor, really."

"Mr. Bartowski!" Sarah came over, dressed as a waitress, filling Casey's space. "What can I get you and our lady here to drink? The usual French?"

"….oui oui…" Chuck feigned his best French, watching her leave. She had a black wig on, making her so completely different than what he was accustomed to.

"Chuck…" Jill began, taking his hand.

Sarah watched from afar as she gritted her teeth. "Fantastic." She muttered.

"Ease up there, Walker." Casey grunted.

"Yeah yeah…" Sarah rolled her eyes, handing him drinks to serve them. "Get to it."

"PMS or something." Was all could be heard from Casey's grunt as he seemed to transform into the nic host he was to be.

The lunch went well, and Chuck had swept Jill off her feet. He was everything he wasn't years ago: rich, confident, and powerful. She had fallen for him utterly, and he was not oblivious.

"So…" Chuck began unsurely, watching Jill take him in. "I'd love to see you again some time…."

"Well…" Jill admitted shyly. "My work….there is an annual sort of party….thing, going on."

"Uh huh?" Chuck urged her to continue.

"Maybe you'd like to….escort me?"

"Wow…" Chuck's smiled was contagious. "That's a high honor."

"You don't have to….but-"

"Jill…" Chuck stopped her mid sentence, playing his role much too well for Sarah's liking. "I'd love to."

She smiled, watching as he walked her to her car. Sarah watched from the window like a hawk, Carina at her side.

"Thank you for everything Chuck…" Jill smiled, leaning forward. "I'm glad I ran into you."

"Me too…." Chuck took a breath. He wasn't expecting a kiss, and neither was Sarah. So when she quickly pulled him in and planted a heated one on him, broke away, and left, She was subconsciously brandishing a blade.

"Oh….shit…" Carina started, trying to ease her friend. "Sarah….."

Chuck turned in bewilderment, luckily not responding too much to the kiss for Sarah to place any blame on him.

"Heh…" Casey smirked. "The kid's got something ladies want afterall."

"Shut up." Sarah snapped, watching as Chuck entered the restaurant again.

"Oops." Was all he said.

A/N: I think that's where we'll leave it for now. Note: Sarah is not pissed at Chuck, so no worries there, folks. Anyway, next time we have the party and fun mission time, and Carina-Bryce….advancement, if that's how you put it. Spoiler: They will somehow screw up on the mission because of their budding relationship, and it will be great and (hopefully) hilarious to read. Please review and let me know what you think and want to see, I'll MAKE SURE I add it. Until then, thanks a million for reading and reviewing, and as always, have a great one guys.

-LLC