A/N: We had a bit of a heavy episode, so now, let's have a bit of a light one. You know, very Chuck like. I hope you enjoy Week of the Living Bernie

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Chuck looked around the corner, finding no one. "I think we're clear," he whispered to Sarah. He heard a clinking sound and turned to her. "What are you doing?"

"This wine is for tasting, and frankly I'm a little parched with all the running around we have been doing," Sarah told him, popping the cork off the bottle she was holding. She poured out two glasses and handed one to Chuck, who took it and looked at it dubiously. "What?"

"I mean we have entered the monastery…" Chuck began.

"There's no sign saying they're closed," Sarah reminded him.

"…looking for our missing body…" Chuck continued.

"Speaking of missing body," Sarah said after taking a sip of the wine, "I've been missing yours," she nearly purred.

"Woman, we are in a monastery," Chuck hissed, a grin on his face.

"Listen, we both know with me around there will be no vows of abstinence," Sarah replied, a knowing grin on her own face. She put down her glass, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a searing kiss.

Chuck was enjoying the kiss, when he realized he was being touched – on the back of his leg – that was near the table, that had a tablecloth over it. "Uh, Sarah," he said pulling away a bit, and looking at her, fear in his eyes. "Just to be clear, both of your hands are around my head area."

"Buried in your hair is more like it," she corrected him.

"And while I, and my hair, are enjoying it, something… or someone… is touching my leg," Chuck continued. Sarah closed her eyes, opened them, held up one finger as if to say one moment, please, bent down, and then quickly stood back up.

"So, good news," Sarah began, trying to keep her face neutral.

"We found Bernie," Chuck offered. Sarah nodded. "He's still dead, right?" Sarah nodded again. "And his hand is touching my leg." Sarah nodded a third time. "I'm not gonna scream."

She tilted her head, and gave him a look as if to say neither of us believes that.

}o{

Oh, you know how this works. That's then, this… this is now.

She took his hand and led him onto the club's dance floor. She knew men were watching her, she knew what wearing those tight leather pants did, and the type of men that stared at her. She saw her target looking at her, his glass frozen at his lips. She turned toward Chuck and began to sway her hips to "Heart and Soul" by T'Pau and the spoken lyrics at the beginning of the song.

Something in the moonlight catches my eye

The shadow of a lover goes dancing by

Looking for a little bit of love to grow, so

Give me love, give me heart and soul

You never let me cross to the other side now

I'm tied to the hope that you will somehow

Hard on the heels of something more

But I lost your love, heart and soul

The tear in my heart as you walk on by

I feel so low and your head is high

Everything you do convinces me more

Please, give me love, give me heart and soul

Looking to the day when I saw your face

I wasn't in the running, I wasn't in the race

You move in a way that I've known before

Now I want your love, heart and soul

She saw the look on Chuck's face and could help but grin, as she continued to sway. She pushed an escaped lock of hair over her right ear, as she wrapped her left hand around his neck, bringing herself even closer to him. His hands found her waist, as she stared into his eyes, and their bodies seemed to meld together. Carol Decker began to belt out the chorus.

Leaving you ain't easy now

Loving you's the harder part

You never want me for myself

I've needed you right from the very start

Oh won't you even try to

Give a little bit of heart and soul

Give a little bit of love to grow

Give a little bit of heart and soul

Don't you make me beg for more

Give a sign, I need to know

A little bit of heart and soul

Their mark, Kevin Sanders, stood there, watching the two dancing. Kevin found himself quite envious of the blonde's date. Every once in a while, the blond would catch Kevin's eye and he would grin at her, raising his glass to her.

The music went back to the verse being spoken, as Kevin watched the two sway together.

"God that's hot," he heard from his side. He turned, and saw a much shorter woman, but just as stunning, in her own way. She had long black hair, a tight white dress shirt with a tie that wasn't fully on, and a skirt, with fishnet stockings. She was stunning, and Kevin thanked his lucky stars he had come to the club tonight. He felt like for days he had been being tailed. He was quite sure his former business partner was going to sue him, and Kevin was doing all he could to avoid being served.

"I get the feeling they've danced this way before, if you catch my meaning," Kevin said, sipping his drink.

"I bet you they're banging in five minutes," the woman at his side said. Kevin couldn't help but chuckle. "Anna Wu," she said, sticking out her hand. Kevin took it, turned it palmed down, and kissed the back of her hand, making Anna giggle. He pulled his lips away, a smirk on his face. "Their actions make me want to have my own actions, if you know what I mean."

"Indeed," Kevin said, letting go of her hand and watching the two dance. He felt Anna looking at him. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? Kevin Sanders."

"Wanna get out of here, Kevin?" Anna asked.

"Absolutely," Kevin replied. "Do you have a place nearby?"

"I don't, but give me your address, and I'll meet you at your place," she said, opening her bag, looking through it. She pulled out a manilla envelope.

"No," Kevin groaned.

"Kevin Sanders," she said, slapping the envelope to his chest. His hand went reflexively to grab hold of it. "You've been served. Have a good night."

She walked away, Kevin watching her go. The chorus began again, and he turned back to watch the two dancing. She was now kissing her date as she danced.

Give a little bit of heart and soul

Give a little bit of love to grow

Give a little bit of heart and soul

Don't you make me beg for more

Give a sign, I need to know

A little bit, little bit

Give a little bit of heart and soul

Give a little bit of love to grow

Give a little bit of heart and soul

Don't you make me beg for more

Give a sign, I need to know

A little bit of heart now want your soul?

The song ended, and the two pulled away from each other. She took his hand and led him off the dance floor as another song began. Kevin watched the blonde laugh as she walked off the floor, as Pink's "U and ur hand" began to play.

}o{

Monday morning, the door opened to Castle Securities and Sarah entered, followed closely by Chuck. "All I'm saying is, I don't feel right eating your breakfast food."

"Chuck, I thought we agreed on this about cohabitating," Sarah began.

"Oooo, are you already fighting about living in sin?" Anna asked, looking up from her computer, grinning.

"No, we are not," Chuck told her. "And, as I didn't have the ability to speak or communicate Saturday night, good job at the club."

"Thanks," Anna beamed.

"You did a great job," Sarah added. She looked at Chuck, and couldn't stop the smile. "And I thought you were communicating just fine Saturday night," she added, in a lower tone, but one that Anna heard clearly. Anna turned to Chuck and watched a proud, but embarrassed smile, cross his face.

"Soooo," Anna continued, "what are we fighting about? Sarah a cover hog?"

"No, maybe," Sarah said, stopping to think. "I mean I am covering him most nights." Chuck turned redder. "But the issue is he won't eat any of my chocolate croissant."

"I don't like them," Chuck blurted out.

Sarah spun and looked at him as if she had been slapped. She put a hand to her chest and sat against the conference table. "I blame you for that dramatic shit," Anna muttered to Chuck.

"Well, I may have brought it out of her, but it was always in there," Chuck replied. "Does this mean we're breaking up?" he asked, raising his voice to carry over to her at the conference table."

"I think you need to leave," she told him.

"Okay," Chuck said with a shrug, walking to the door. He gave a look back, but Sarah shook her head, and pointed for him to go out the door. Chuck shrugged to Anna and walked out.

"How long until you chase him?" Anna asked.

"He'll be back," Sarah said, quite confidently.

They sat there for a minute. "You sure?" Anna asked.

"Damn it," Sarah muttered, racing across the office, and opening the door. Chuck stood across from the door, arms crossed nonchalantly, waiting. "Don't do that," she told him, grinning.

"What, knowing you'd come looking for me?" Chuck asked. "Sarah, you'll always come get me."

"I have to work, so I need you to cut that out," Sarah told him, stepping across the hall. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him within an inch of his life. She pulled away and searched his eyes. "I love you."

"I know, and not because I won't eat your croissant," Chuck told her. She furrowed her brow in confusion. "By me not eating them, there are more for you."

"You are such a dear for that," she told him, the two walking back inside.

"I just don't like them," Chuck insisted.

"Take the damn win, Curls," she nearly growled. "What are you working on, Anna?"

"Oh, looking through the obituaries for apartments," Anna told them. Chuck and Sarah shared a look. "What? They don't need them any longer."

"That's… dark," Chuck pointed out.

Anna shrugged. "Yeah, but it's efficient. I try to find someone my age, so I don't end up in a retirement community. Some of those old men are handsy."

"Are the ones your age handsy?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah, but most of those I want to be handsy," Anna replied, grinning. She winced. "Wait, I don't want that anymore. I'm off the market." Chuck and Sarah shared a look. "Morgan?" she reminded them.

"Anna… I love him, I really do," Chuck began. "But does he know he's off the market?"

Anna stared at Chuck a second, turned, grabbed her phone, and began to text. "He probably needs to see this in writing to remember," she muttered.

"You should also call and tell him," Chuck added. "Sometimes… sometimes he doesn't like to read."

"Point," Anna said. "Oh, you have a client."

"We do?" Sarah asked. "Where?"

"In your office," Anna said. She snorted, looking over at Chuck and Sarah. "He's got a man-bun," she mouthed. "And he's in a suit."

"A man-bun and a suit?" Sarah asked. "What's his name?"

"Bradly… I think?" Anna replied.

"Bradly… Jefferies?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah, that's it," Anna said, nodding. "What?" she asked, seeing Sarah's face fall. Chuck began to snicker, earning him a glare from Sarah. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," Chuck said. "Is this something you'd like to take care of, or do you need your partner?" Chuck asked, clearly amused.

"Come on," she said, sighing. She walked to her door, turned, and motioned from him to get over to the door. He walked over, she opened the door, and the two walked in together, shutting the door behind them.

"Wonder what that's about?" Anna asked. "Oh well," she said with a shrug. She turned back to the computer. "Ooooo, someone my age, died by suicide. That's awful, but…" She pulled up the apartment building, and the apartment in question. "I like that view."

}o{

"Bradly," Sarah said nodding to him as she came in her office. She headed around the desk to sit in her chair.

"Sarah," Bradly replied. He looked over at Chuck. "Chuck."

"Bradly," Chuck said.

"I… I need your help," Bradly began. "Also, I'm glad to see that you two are through hiding things."

"Whoa, wait a minute," Sarah said, holding up her hands. "Yes, Chuck and I are together now, but we were not doing anything while you and I were dating."

"Didn't mean to imply that you were," Bradly told her. "I… I wouldn't have come here, given our history, but I don't know anyone else to go to. I… I don't know what to do."

Chuck took a hard look at Bradly. It seemed his suit was stained, he looked disheveled, and he just seemed… distressed. Bradly was usually very put together. Very business-like. Very… boring. Bradly currently looked like he had a live wire sticking in his ass.

"Do you smell… wine?" Chuck asked.

"Cabernet," Bradly replied, looking uncomfortable, "one of the best," he added. Bradly began to pace. Chuck looked at Sarah, who shrugged. You two know that I'm… I'm a banker. I'm good at what I do."

"Quite," Sarah agreed.

"I'm am Executive Vice-President of Mutual Guarantee." Bradly reached into his jacket for a business card. He pulled it out and showed it to Chuck. "I'm the Manager of Corporate Finances."

"We know," Sarah said. Chuck gave Sarah a look. "Well, I do, and now Chuck does, too."

"I mean I knew you were into money and financial… stuff," Chuck agreed. "And while this is all fascinating, what does it have to do with why you are here?"

"It was my proposal to diversify... to finance the winery," Bradly said, as if that explained everything.

"Now, I can admit that I don't know a lot about the world of finance," Chuck began. "So feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. But I don't believe that banking in and of itself is cause for investigation." Chuck paused. "I mean, unless..."

Bradly sat down in the chair, staring blankly ahead. Sarah looked over to Chuck, bewildered.

"I did it," Bradly said softly. "I can't believe I did. But I did it." The blank look left his face. He looked concerned, and got up out of his chair. "You'll help me, right?"

"Bradly, I'd love to," Chuck told him. Sarah widened her eyes, but Chuck ignored her and continued. "I mean… umm, anyone can appreciate your dilemma." Sarah's eyes grew wider, but she encouraged Chuck to continue. "Who wouldn't, faced with the prospect of a vast financing." Chuck paused, looking to Sarah for help, who shrugged. "A banker, umm, any banker might yield to the impulse and… uh…" Chuck leaned toward Bradly as if to encourage him to finish the thought.

"Steal a body?" Wilson asked.

"See, there you go," Chuck said, turning to Sarah. "He stole a body." Sarah's eyes were about to pop out of her head.

"He stole a body," Sarah repeated. Chuck blinked as if he just understood what Bradly had said. Sarah stared at Bradly, looking him over. Of all the things that she thought of that could bring Bradly to her for help, stealing a body was not on the list.

"You stole a body?" Sarah asked, her voice raising. "You?! Stole a body." Chuck winced at what was implied in that tone.

"Well, I took a body," Bradly clarified. "I mean, I have a body."

"We all have bodies," Chuck began.

"What do you mean you have a body?" Sarah asked, her voice becoming high-pitched, cutting off Chuck. "We all have a body, Bradly!"

"I said that," Chuck cut in. Sarah turned to him and glared. "Nevermind," Chuck muttered, stepping back out of the way of the two talking.

"MINE'S in the TRUNK of the CAR!" Bradly told her, looking a bit wide-eyed. "Downstairs. It's in the trunk of my car. I brought you the body I found."

"Ooh," Sarah said. She looked over at Chuck.

"Don't look at me," Chuck said, holding up his hands.

}o{

The three headed downstairs, with Bradly leading the way. "There's a joke in here somewhere, about an ex-boyfriend and bodies, but it would take too much effort," Chuck muttered.

"You're not helping," Sarah said.

"And you are?" Chuck asked her. He hurried down to catch her, and gently grabbed her arm. "Listen, are you all right? I mean, he is an ex, and he has brought you… well, a body."

"It won't be the first body I've seen," Sarah reminded him. "Sorry," she said shaking her head. "I'm sorry for snapping, and I know you're trying to help and make jokes to lighten the mood. I'm okay, and I appreciate you checking in on me."

"Hey, I'm here for you," he told her. "But, if he has a body…"

"We have to call the police," Sarah said. "Unless there's a really good reason." Chuck gave her a look. "I totally sounded like Carina right there. I heard it."

"Are you two coming?" Bradly asked. The two of them hurried down after Bradly.

Bradly walked to a space in the underground garage. Chuck looked around. He saw no cameras, and no one else in the garage.

"Look at me," Bradly muttered. "My suit is ruined, I'm falling apart. You can't imagine what's it's like lifting a body from a vat of wine."

"Wait, the body was in a vat of wine?" Chuck asked for clarification. Bradly nodded. "I'm sure the bouquet is overwhelming," Chuck muttered, feeling a bit grossed out. "We do need to get you in some other clothes."

"He can just go home and get his Bankers Do It With Interest tee-shirt," Sarah said, stopping in front of Bradly's trunk.

"I thought you'd find it funny," Bradly said. Chuck looked around, trying to find anywhere else to be. He truly felt like the third wheel.

"It was hilarious," Sarah said, with a face that clearly read that she, in fact, did not find it hilarious. "All right, we're here. Let's see it,"

"Brace yourself, it's not an easy thing to see a dead body," Bradly told them.

"Sarah's seen bodies before," Chuck began.

"Open it," Sarah said, giving Chuck a look. Chuck was trying to figure what that one was for, when it dawned on him: Sarah probably hadn't told Bradly about her past life, or all the things that the two of them had been involved in. In fact, he was beginning to wonder how much of the real Sarah Walker Bradly had actually seen.

Bradly opened the trunk quickly, and looked away, his eyes shut. Chuck and Sarah exchanged a glance, both bent forward to take a better look into the trunk

"Maybe it's under the flooring," Chuck suggested. Bradly opened his eyes and peered in. "Was it Sue Storm that you put in the trunk?" Sarah gave Chuck a look. "She's the Invisible Woman," Chuck began. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I swear, he was right there," Bradly insisted.

"So not Sue," Chuck muttered. Sarah elbowed him in the gut, but he saw the smirk on her face. "I guess someone must have taken the body."

Sarah spun to him, giving him a look. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"That has to be it," Bradly said. Sarah looked as if she wanted to laugh, and strangle first Chuck, then Bradly, or perhaps both at the same time. She turned to Bradly.

"Someone took the body out of a moving car?" Sarah asked.

Bradly slumped his shoulders. Sarah shook her head, and walked to the front of the car. Chuck followed her. "You know, given the personal nature of this, we should probably consider sending him to another agency."

"It's not personal," Sarah told him. Chuck gave her a look. "It's not, Chuck, unless it's making you uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable? No," Chuck replied. "A few laughs… uh, yeah."

Sarah sighed, shook her head, leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek. Pulling back, she looked over at Bradly. "I have to help him." Chuck nodded, smiling.

"Okay, Bradly," she said, standing and walking back towards him as Chuck followed. "We're all adults here, we're all professionals, and if you insist that there was a body in that trunk…" She paused and looked at Chuck, who nodded. She took a deep breath. "Then I think the thing to do now is to proceed with a series of strictly professional questions."

"Okay," Bradly said, preparing himself.

"You found the body in the winery, correct?" Bradly nodded. "You put the body in the car at the winery, and drove here, right?" Bradly nodded again. Sarah continued. "On the way from the winery, did you stop anywhere?"

"No," Bradly said, and then he paused, looking a little uncomfortable. "Yes. Once. I had to."

"Where?" Sarah asked. Bradly sighed.

A/N: So, we have a body…that's disappeared…huh…I'm sure we'll get very serious next episode.

"Oh, excuse me, this is Claude Vandermeer," Bradly said as a way of introduction. "This is Sarah Walker and-"

Chuck cut Bradly off. "Lindsey-Woolsey, Nigel Lindsey-Woolsey. Bradly asked us not to say anything but I'm preparing a vlog on the best California wines."

"A vlog?" Claude asked.

"Yes, a vlog," Chuck continued. "What you may not know is those that are in the computer field as…shall we say those that get into places they shouldn't, if you know what I mean?" Claude nodded that he did, but it was clear he had no idea. "Those folks like to partake in a little libation to not get caught, and to lube the old mental gears."

"I had no idea," Claude admitted.

"Most don't," Sarah said, keeping her face neutral, staring at Chuck.

…..*stares at screen* Orrrrr….maybe we won't. Come back next time as apparently shenanigans increase. Hope you enjoyed it, leave a review if you can. Take care fam.