A/N: My beta is behind with life, so I thought I'd do something. This is unbeta'd and it's...well...it's...I mean….yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Two years, six months ago

Chuck was sitting at the restaurant, enjoying his dumplings, watching the two suspects in the corner. He had been trailing then for six weeks and he was about to make the biggest bust of his career. He looked up in surprise as the blond sat down across from him.

"Sorry I'm late, babe!" she said in a somewhat loud voice. Some of the customers looked around at her when she said it and then went back to their meal.

"Who the hell are you?" Chuck asked, confused at what was going on.

"Agent Carmichael," she said softly. "You are surrounded by Diego's men."

"Who's Diego?" Chuck asked. "For that matter who are you?"

"I'm Sarah Walker, and I'm chasing Diego," she told him like that answered everything, when it in fact answered little, except who she was.

Chuck sat back and studied her. He had heard about Sarah Walker, the Ice Queen, Graham's Right Hand, and cold blooded assassin. "Sir?" came the questioning voice of the waiter.

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't sure my girlfriend here was going to be able to make it," Chuck said with a smile on his face. "She'll have the same thing I'm having." He turned to Sarah. "I'm sorry, is it okay I'm ordering for you?"

"You can order for me anytime, sweetie, you know that," Sarah said, grinning at him. The waiter walked away. "Well done," she said in a low voice. "Now, I need to know how squeamish you are?"

"Whhhy?" Chuck asked. "I'm bringing those two in, unharmed."

Sarah winced. "Sorry, I have to send Diego a message, and he only seems to understand one language, the language of death."

"Screw you, this is my op," Chuck said.

"Later," she said, stopping him and making him blink. "If we leave anyone alive, they might hurt you."

"Why do you care if someone hurts me, you don't know me?" Chuck asked, completely befuddled by this point.

"I've been watching them, so by extension I've been watching you, and I like you. You're a good looking guy, the curls do things to me, and you're a good person." She shrugged.

Chuck sat there, stunned. The waiter brought Sarah her food and she ate, silently as Chuck collected himself. "I'm good looking?"

"Yeah, you are," Sarah told him. She sighed. "Listen, I am who I am, so, if after this is over, and you never want to see me again, I get it."

"Wait," Chuck said, putting his hand on her wrist. She looked up at him. "After this, what do you think about us having an actual date?"

"Chuck," she said giving him a sad smile. "You don't want to be involved with me, I'm too…complicated."

"My sister hates that word," Chuck told her.

"Well, I'm sorry, I am," Sarah retorted.

"I think maybe you're just misunderstood," Chuck replied.

"You don't know me, so how do you know if I'm misunderstood?" Sarah asked him.

He sat there quietly for a moment. "I've heard rumors, the legend of Sarah Walker," he said softly. "What I've heard does not match up in any way with the girl…excuse me, the woman in front of me. The Ice Queen legend says you are heartless, selfish, and basically evil. In front of me sits a woman who is here to help me, someone she doesn't even know, and that is not the Ice Queen legend."

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

Chuck reached down, picked up the chopsticks, and handed them to her. She looked at him questioningly. "I'll get the two behind you, you get the four behind me?" She grinned at him. "What?"

"Your flirt game is on point," she said, and suddenly two chopsticks were flying, hitting two of the goons behind Chuck in the neck, blood pouring from them, seconds from death. Chuck pulled his gun and shot the two that were reaching for theirs. With his other hand he pulled his other gun out of his jacket and tossed it to her. She had already killed two others with a fork and a salad knife.

They stood, back to back, taking out the other six goons in the restaurant. Sarah turned to Chuck. "If we do this, no one can know about it."

"Okay," Chuck said, shooting one of the goons in the head, that wasn't dead and had started to rise, all while looking Sarah right in her eyes.

"What is it you hope to get out of this relationship, Chuck…this weird partnership?" she asked him, shooting another bad guy that wasn't dead, all while looking into his eyes.

"I was kinda hoping that you'd, you know….fall in love with me."

Sarah's mouth dropped. She was stunned, and then she quickly raised her gun to shoot again, when Chuck caught her wrist making her shoot the wall beside the waiter instead of the waiter himself. She looked at him, shocked.

"He's not one of them," Chuck said softly.

"The meal's on the house," the waiter said, as he ran to the back to hide.

"You kept me from killing an innocent," Sarah said softly.

"It's no problem," he said, grinning at you. "So earlier, when I said screw you…" Sarah began to grin like a lion about to pounce a wounded gazelle, and Chuck found himself swallowing.

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Now

"Chuck, you okay?" Sarah asked, curled up against him. They had taken out another dozen of Diego's men, but no Diego. They were on the couch watching mindless TV, decompressing.

"Yeah, just thinking," he said, grinning at her head, and placing a soft kiss on top of it. "How do you feel about dumplings?"

"From that restaurant we had our first date?" she asked, sitting up quickly, excitement in her eyes.

"So to be clear, every time we kill a bunch of Diego's men, it's a date?"

"What could be more romantic?" she asked, bouncing a shoulder.

"What could," Chuck agreed.

A/N: I'm not sure who's more psycho, them or me….