A/N: I hesitate posting this. Mom is back in the hospital, complications from surgery. I still can't see her (thanks Covid) I needed a laugh but I don't know if this is as good as the ones in the past. I apologize. (Unbeta'd)

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Graham looked from one to the other. "Is there anything you'd like to say."

"Actually yes," Chuck replied. Graham leaned back, waiting to hear this explanation. Chuck began to speak in a movie voice-over voice. "She is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that does not change it's nature."

"Awww," Sarah said, nearly melting. "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"Well, it's the truth, baby," Chuck told her.

"Lovely," Graham replied, his arms crossed, a scowl on his face. "I thought you might explain what happened."

"Oh, I did," Chuck pointed out. "And you knew what would happen."

"I did?" Graham asked.

"He did?" Sarah parroted.

"He did," Chuck said. Graham began to chuckle.

}o{

Five days ago

"I see him," Chuck said, looking through the telescope in their hotel room at the yacht.

"Ooo, ooo, let me see," Sarah said, as she scampered over to where he was in her barely there white bikini.

Chuck moved out of the way and tried his best not to ogle her. She sat in his lap as she looked, and squirmed excitedly, seeing him. "There he is, Dieeeggoooooo!"

"Uh, exactly why are you wearing a bikini?" Chuck asked. She turned to him, an amused smile on her face. "I mean, we have to stay out of sight until we confront him, and you on that beach in…that," he said, gesturing towards her. "That is not inconspicuous."

"You don't like it?" Sarah asked him.

"I mean I do, but I'm not sure wh..y…" he trailed off as she leaned over and gently took his earlobe in her teeth. "Uh,"

"If you don't like it, I can take it off," she said, her hands going behind her back to the string.

"Uh," Chuck began again, his brain not working.

"I mean, you have given up your time off to help me hunt this guy down, and I so want to make you happy," Sarah continued, the string now untied.

"Uh,"

}o{

Now

"I do NOT need a minute by minute replay!" Graham told Sarah.

"Sorry," Sarah replied, glancing over at Chuck who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Sorry," she mouthed to him.

"Do you need a minute, Agent Carmichael?" Graham asked.

"Two," Chuck replied.

}o{

Five minutes later

"You ready to continue?" Graham asked. Chuck nodded.

}o{

The hotel room

"So, we go in, in our wetsuits, take everyone out, and kill…Dieeeggggoooooo!" Sarah explained.

"Orrrr, we could just go to the party tomorrow night since the bodyguards won't be expecting us to enter the front entrance," Chuck pointed out.

"Oooo, super tight wetsuit or slinky black dress," Sarah said. "Which do you prefer?"

"Why do you give me impossible decisions?" Chuck asked, looking like he was ready to cry.

}o{

Graham's office

Graham had his head in his hand. "You see my dilemma," Chuck said to Graham.

"I do not," Graham said lifting his head from his hand. "But you two seem to embrace your crazy, so…" he trailed off, no idea what to say. "Obviously you went with the coat and tie." Chuck and Sarah exchanged looks, grinning. "You entered the yacht and were captured almost immediately," Graham pointed out. Chuck and Sarah had amused smiles on their faces. "I'm missing something."

"Chuck wanted his cake and to eat it too," Sarah said. "I try and make my husband happy." Graham slowly turned to Chuck, his eyes wide.

Chuck shrugged. "What can I say, I recognize I'm a lucky man."

}o{

In a holding room on the yacht

"Aren't you glad I asked why not both now?" Chuck asked Sarah, the two of them tied up, back to back. "Also, that's not the ropes, dear, that's my ass."

"Oh, I am well aware, I just wanna squeeze it," Sarah told him. "How long until the bombs we set last night on the bottom of the yacht go off."

"I think five-ish minutes or so, but it's hard to concentrate with you squeezing my ass like that," Chuck told her.

"FINE!" she grumbled, moving her fingers to the ropes. It took her two minutes to untie him. He bent down, untied his feet, turned and went to untie his hands as she jerked them away. "Nope, I want to do it the fun way."

"Sarah," he protested.

"Chuck…..puhlleeeeaaaassssseeeee," she said in a pouty tone with a pout on her face that he couldn't see but still affected him.

"Fine," he said walking around to the front of her. He bent down and wrapped his arms around her, reaching for the knot.

"I want the really fun way," she told him, her lips an inch from his. He shook his head, leaned forward, as his lips captured hers. He used his fingers, looking for the ropes around her wrists, when he realized she had already untied herself. He broke the kiss, her grinning at him, and began to unite her feet. He got up, looked around the room, found her clutch and handed it to her. She held up the ropes that had tied her up, and looked at her clutch. "I don't think these will fit in there."

"What are you gonna do with those?" he asked her. She raised an eyebrow and his eyes widened. "We can get ropes anywhere," he told her. "Besides, they chafe."

"Good point," Sarah said, drawing his gun out of her clutch and handing it to him and then hers. Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Slinky dress, little place to hide guns, but you're welcome to check me thoroughly for them later." The yacht rocked from explosions. "Time to go!" she said happily.

}o{

Graham's office

"But he got away," Graham said, looking from one to the other.

"But we sank his yacht, recovered his hard drive," Chuck said, placing it on Graham's desk.

"Don't forget the yacht was set on fire," Sarah chirped. Graham looked at one agent, then the other, and then shook his head.

Chuck widened his eyes, and continued. "On there is access to bank accounts worldwide." Graham grinned. "But you knew that already."

Graham reached over, and placed over a dozen files on his desk. "These are all the contacts into other criminal organization Diego has ties to. Each time you mess with him, you inadvertently cripple or destroy multiple criminal enterprises."

"So you want him to get away?" Sarah asked.

"No, I'm not stupid, I know you two want him, but every time he does get away, we win, and one day you'll catch him and he'll flip…if you don't kill him," Graham said, staring at Sarah, who looked slightly irritated.

"No promises," Chuck told him.

"Good job, you two," Graham told them. "You still have a few days off, please use them."

"Oh, we will, we're going tie shopping," Sarah told Graham. Graham blanched.

"I don't need any ties," Chuck said, as he got up.

"I think some silk ones would be best," Sarah continued, as she was heading out the door.

"I don't need any ties," Chuck protested. "I don't," he said to Graham.

"Please leave," Graham said. The door shut. "Those two are psychos."

A/N: Thanks for putting up with my therapy. Take care, please wear a mask so I may see my family again some day.