A/N - Surprise - I got this chapter out a lot faster that I expected. Please let me know what you think. I don't own Chuck, the Olympics, the NHL, the Anaheim Ducks, etc etc.

Chapter 16

Anaheim Ducks Training Camp, September 2010

Randy Carlyle, head coach of the Ducks, watched his players running through their drills. He looked over at one of his assistants and just shook his head. "Can you believe this guy? He's the first to the puck every time, finishes every check, gets back on defense, is very fast for a big man and has a quick and accurate shot. How in the hell did 30 teams in the NHL not draft this kid?"

"I guess it's because he went to Harvard and grew up in Southern California. If he plays even half as good as he did in the Olympics he'll be a great addition to the team."

"You've got that right. I'm going to tell the GM to get him signed up yesterday. We need him on our team."

After practice, the coach called Chuck into his office and shut the door. Chuck was immediately worried that he had done something wrong. He'd been there two weeks and given it his all and knew that Sarah would be proud of him, although he missed her terribly.

"Is there something wrong, coach?"

"Have a seat. Bartowski."

Chuck sat down.

"On the contrary, Chuck, you have far exceeded our wildest expectations in training camp. It's like you're a man on a mission. I wish I could bottle up your energy and give all your teammates a dose."

"Thank you sir."

"I'm letting you know that you have made the team pending you coming to agreement on a contract. Do you have an agent?"

Chuck smiled. "That's great. I can't wait to call Sarah. Yes, I do have an agent. His name is Mark Nelson."

"Mark Nelson? I'm not familiar with that name."

"He's a friend and a great lawyer. I trust him with this."

"OK, great. Have him call General Manager Burke asap. And congratulations. Welcome to the Ducks."

They both stood and shook hands. Chuck said "I really want to tell my wife the great news in person. Is it OK if I fly home this afternoon? I'll be back in time for practice tomorrow."

"You're an adult Bartowski. You can do what you want as long as you're here on time and keep your nose clean. Go home and see that beautiful wife of yours. You definitely have earned it."

Chuck headed out to his car after talking to the coach. He called Mark.

"Hi Chuck. How are you?"

"Great, Mark. I made the team."

"Congratulations. I bet Sarah is really proud of you."

"I'm going to fly home and tell her in person. I really miss her."

"She misses you. A lot. Joyce talked to her a few days ago and I think it great that you're going to tell her in person."

"Thanks. I'm heading to John Wayne airport now. Can you please call GM Burke at the Ducks? I need you to negotiate a contract for me."

"Will do Chuck. And say hi to Sarah for us. Next time she's down in the OC, Joyce and I want to have you two over for dinner."

"Sounds great Mark. Talk to you later."

Chuck drove to John Wayne airport and caught the first plane to San Francisco. He called the local Palo Alto florist and had them send Sarah a dozen long-stemmed red roses at the medical center, with a note that said: If you were granted one wish, what would it be? It was signed, With love from C.

It was getting late in the afternoon and Sarah was tired. She hadn't been sleeping well without her favorite pillow, Chuck. She missed him terribly and wanted nothing more than to have him hold her in his arms. As she approached the nurses' station, she saw a beautiful bouquet of roses. The nurse at the station called out to her, "Sarah, these are for you."

Sarah took a look at the card and instantly brightened. They were from Chuck. The nurse said, "Hubby in the doghouse?"

Sarah looked startled at her and answered "No, no, no, no, no. I just really miss him. He wrote on the card asking me what wish I would want granted. That's easy. I would want him in my arms right now."

The nurse smiled and said. "I'm no genie, but I bet if you turn around right now, your wish would be granted."

Sarah was stunned for a moment and turned around. There was her husband standing right behind her with his arms open wide and a big grin on his face. Sarah dropped the clipboard she was carrying and launched herself into his arms. They kissed longingly and hungrily and lovingly until the need for air won out.

"How, wha, I mean, wow, Chuck, sweetheart, when did you get here? What a wonderful surprise."

"Just now. I missed you…. and I have great news I wanted to tell you in person."

Sarah clung to her husband like there was no tomorrow. "What's the great news? Let me guess. You made the team!"

Chuck just nodded.

"I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you. We need to celebrate! I'll be done here in a few minutes and we can go. What do you want to do?"

"I'm all in favor of celebrating sweetheart, as long as it includes being naked in bed with my gorgeous wife."

Sarah laughed. "Oh, there will be plenty of that, trust me. I'm hungry and I thought we could go grab a bite to eat and get a bottle of champagne first." Sarah thought for a moment and whispered in his ear "Although….. if you can't wait, we can inventory the supply closet."

Chuck gulped and whispered back "Hurry up and finish what you need to so we can go. I have a compromise."

Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"Let's get take out and we can feed each other in front of the fireplace while drinking champagne. Clothing will be optional."

Sarah smirked and said, "That sounds like a good idea, sweetie. But there's nothing optional about the clothing part. There won't be any."

Chuck just went glassy eyed at the thought of seeing his gorgeous wife naked again. Even though they talked on the phone several times every day and sent texts and pictures of what they were seeing or doing at various times day and night, Chuck desperately missed being able to take his wife in his arms and tell her how much he loved her and what she meant to him. He stood that way until Sarah returned with her purse and kissed him gently on the lips to break him out of his stupor.

Sarah looked coyly at her husband. "Earth to Chuck. You look like you're in outer space right now."

Chuck laughed. "Just enjoying a vision of seeing you without clothes."

"Let's hurry up and get our food and drink and get home. It's time to replace your vision with the real thing."

"Would you like some more champagne, sweetheart?" Chuck asked his gorgeous and very naked bride lying with him by the fire.

Sarah propped herself on her elbow and held out her flute. "Mmm hmm."

Chuck filled her glass and his. They both took a sip and set down their glasses. Empty plates and food containers were set to the side. Chuck leaned in and kissed Sarah. "I hope my breath isn't too bad, honey."

"It's fine sweetie. Although it's probably because mine is just like yours."

Chuck grinned and said "I'm sure that's it. But I can get some mints if needed."

"That's OK, Chuck. But there is something I really need."

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "What's that sweetheart? You know I'll do anything for you."

"I know Chuck, honey. In fact you're the only person in the world that can help me with what I need."

"Don't help keep me waiting, sweetheart. What is it?"

Sarah slid closer to Chuck and pushed him down on his back and climbed on top of him. She looked seductively at him with her body pressed against his. Sarah whispered in his ear. "I need refilling."

Chuck looked momentarily surprised and said "I thought I just filled up your glass with champagne."

Sarah giggled and said "That's not what I meant." She reached down between her legs and found what she was looking for and took hold of Chuck. He gulped and quickly became aroused. Sarah slid down his body until he was inside her. Sarah smiled at her husband. "This, my love, is how I need refilling."

When their alarm went off in the morning, Chuck reached out and hit the snooze button. He looked down and was really happy and content for the first time in two weeks. Sure, making the hockey team was great and all, but he knew he was only at peace and content when he was with his wife. He was lying on his back with Sarah draped over his body, her blonde tresses splayed over his chest. Even considering the numerous rounds of lovemaking, he was feeling well rested. He gently stoked Sarah's hair with his fingers and she stirred. "Do we really have to get up?"

"You have to be at the medical center in an hour and my flight leaves a little over an hour after that. I'll drop you off on the way to the airport."

"Thank you for flying up to tell me the good news. I can't tell you how much I've missed you, Chuck. You're the love of my life. I know it's necessary, but I hate sleeping without you by my side."

"I've missed you just as much, if not more. I can't sleep without you either. You're the love of my life too."

"What are we going to do, Chuck?"

"Now that I know I've made the team, let's look into buying an airplane. We can easily afford it. That way I can fly up here more often during homestands. That way the only long stretches we'll have without seeing each other is during a long road trip. Fortunately, there are only three or four of those."

"Sounds like a plan Chuck. I want to test fly the plane before you buy it though."

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

The alarm went off again and Sarah reached over Chuck to turn it off this time. Chuck enjoyed the feeling of Sarah's breasts rubbing against his chest.

Sarah threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. She held out her hand to her husband. "I need to take a shower and the way you worked up a sweat last night, I think you could use one too. Care to join me sweetheart?"

"As if you need to ask, my love."

Chuck took Sarah's hand and they went straight into the shower since they were both already naked. It was a very long shower.

Chuck took Sarah to the medical center and kissed her lovingly goodbye, with the promise it wouldn't be another two weeks before they saw each other again. He drove to the San Francisco airport and caught his flight back to Orange County.

Sarah walked into the medical center with a huge grin on her face. Everyone noticed. "What happened to you last night? Did you win the lottery?"

Sarah laughed and said, "I already won something even better than the lottery when I married my husband, Chuck. He just surprised me by coming home last night from training camp to tell me the good news that he is now a member of the Anaheim Ducks."

"That's great news, Sarah. I guess that means you won't be rooting for the Sharks when the Ducks come to town," said Dr. Richards, the head of the program.

"Nope. I'll proudly wear my Bartowski jersey, although I don't know what Chuck's number will be. I kind of hope he'll get number 39, the same one he wore in the Olympics."

Just then, one of the new doctors walked up to the group. He's earned the well-deserved nickname of "the paw" as he can't seem to keep his hands off the female medical students and the pretty nurses. The paw had taken and interest in Sarah even though he knew she was happily married. He walked up to the group and put his 'paw' on Sarah's shoulder and asked "What's with all the smiling faces this morning?"

Dr. Richards spoke up and said "Sarah's husband just made the Anaheim Ducks hockey club."

The paw just grimaced. "Oh, you're married to some dumb jock, huh Sarah?"

Sarah, already irritated by the location of his paw, shook his hand off her shoulder. He immediately put it on her back. Sarah turned to remove his hand and his paw somehow ended up on her side. Everyone else, including Dr. Richards was wondering what Sarah was going to do as it was clear she was furious and the paw didn't care.

The paw didn't know what he was up against. Not only was Sarah an athlete, she had studied Brazilian Jujitsu with Chuck after they got engaged because he was concerned for her safety when he wasn't around. Chuck was a second degree black belt and Sarah was getting close to her black belt.

Sarah quick as a cat snatched the offending paw from her waist and quickly stepped into the doctor while at the same time bending his wrist down. The pain was excruciating and the paw went down on his knees. Sarah snarled at him. "Don't you ever touch me again, EVER." She pressed a little harder on his wrist and the pain caused him to whimper. "All I need to do is push down another millimeter and your wrist will shatter. Do you want that to happen?" The paw could barely shake his head no. Sarah maintained the pressure. "For your information, my husband, who you just called a dumb jock, had a perfect score on his SATs, a 4.5 GPA in high school, and graduated at the top of his class at Harvard in computer science. He is the smartest man I have ever met. And he also happens to be quite an athlete. Let me make one thing perfectly clear, my husband is the only person on the face of the earth who can touch me whenever he wants, where ever he wants. You are not him and you never will be. If I let go, will you promise me to never touch me again? The paw just looked at Sarah with pleading eyes and nodded yes. "Cause if you do, I will break your wrist and a few other bones and file sexual harassment charges against you faster that you can blink an eye. Do we have an understanding?" The paw nodded in fear and Sarah let go.

Everyone witnessing what just happened was smiling broadly that someone had finally stood up to the paw. He finally got to his feet and glared at Sarah, rubbing his wrist. Dr. Richards said to the paw "I'd listen to what she said, doctor. And don't forget she has witnesses. All of us will back her up." The paw just glared back and said as he made a hasty retreat "You're all whackos, do you know that, whackos."

Word got around the medical center like a wildfire and as the day went on dozens of young female doctors and nurses and students came up to Sarah to thank her for what she did. When Sarah was taking a break, she called Chuck. He answered on the first ring. "Hi Sarah."

"Hi Chuck. How was your day?"

"It's been great, although it went slightly downhill after we left the shower this morning."

Sarah chuckled. "That was a lot of fun. I'm sure going to miss sleeping in your arms tonight."

"Me too, sweetheart. How has the rest of your day been?"

"It's been interesting. A doctor tried to get a little handsy with me but I made sure he'll never try anything again."

"Oh. I'm sorry that happened. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, sweetie. The doctor had the well-earned nickname of the paw. He's been bothering the young female doctors, nurses and students for a year. I've become a sort of a hero around here for putting the paw in his place."

"What did you do?"

"We were all standing in a group with Dr. Richards and I was telling them that you made the team. They all say congratulations and are looking forward to the time the Ducks come and play the Sharks. I told them I would proudly wear my Bartowski jersey. By the way, have they told you what number you'll get?"

"I asked for number 39 and I don't think any of the current roster players have that number, so I think I have a good chance of getting it."

"Once you get it, be sure to bring one home for me. I'll be happy to model it for you…wearing only my wedding rings."

Chuck gulped so loud Sarah could hear through the phone.

"Chuck, are you OK Chuck?"

"Oh, sorry honey. My brain just melted thinking about you modeling one of my jerseys like that."

Sarah smirked and decided to make Chuck's brain completely shut down. "You know sweetheart," she said in her most seductive tone, "since it will be too big for me I think you'll need to immediately remove it and then run your hands all over my body to keep me warm."

Chuck's brain immediately shut down and he could only babble.

"Chuck, honey, are you still there? Sweetheart? Chuck?"

Chuck finally snapped out of his mind meltdown. "You're going to kill me, Sarah."

Sarah chuckled. "After I used the wrist bend move you taught me on the paw when he wouldn't stop touching me, I told him that only my husband can touch me whenever he wants and where ever he wants."

Chuck laughed "Oh I want, sweetheart, all the time."

"Good."

"You didn't break his wrist did you?"

"No, but I made sure that he knew I could."

"On another subject, I have an appointment to look at airplanes in the morning. I saw a Cessna TTx that looked really cool."

"I read about that one Chuck. My flight instructor says it's a really good plane but it might be too much plane for us now."

"I'll ask my flight instructor, too. I'll let you know what I find out. Are you going to have any free time this weekend? We're going to get Sunday off and my practice is over at noon on Saturday. Do you want to fly down here, or I could come home? The Nelson's invited us over for dinner when you come down. I need to meet with him about the contract. The Duck's offer has been more than fair. The signing bonus would more than pay for the plane, not that it would make a difference."

"That sounds great Chuck. It would be good for me to come down. Pick out some planes to try and we'll give it a go. I'm done early afternoon on Saturday too, so I can be there in time for dinner."

"Wonderful, sweetheart. I can't wait to see you."

"I love you, Chuck. I can't wait to see you, too."

"I'll call you before I go to bed, Sarah. I love you too."