A/N: Can I still do this?

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

She was sitting in the coffee shop, a soft smile on her face, wondering what in the hell he was up to this time. His text of I need the opinion of my best friend, can we have coffee? had piqued her interest.

He walked in, a grin on his face, and she lifted his drink that she had for him. He came over, placed a kiss on top of her head, making her hum, and he sat down across from her. He took a sip, sighed, his eyelids fluttering, and seemed at peace with the world.

"Something stressing you out, my guy?" Sarah asked, amused by him, like she always was.

"Yeah," Chuck said, nodding, and getting back to being serious. "I don't know if you know this, but I am madly in love."

"I'm quite aware," Sarah told him. "I'm pretty sure she's in love with you as well."

"That's good, because…I'm thinking about doing something and I need your opinion on it," Chuck began.

"Wait, you said you needed your best friend, and sent the text to me," Sarah pointed out.

"Right," Chuck said, not seeing the confusion.

She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, and paused. She looked right, and then left as if to make sure no one was listening in. Chuck did the same, just to double check. He was leaned in as well. "Is Morgan aware of this…relationship." Sarah motioned between them with her pointer finger.

Chuck sat back, sighing. "He's aware, but…aware? It's Morgan." Sarah nodded, understanding. "I mean, you're never gonna have my six in Call of Duty."

"Probably not, "Sarah agreed.

"But as for other things….well, you've always got me covered," Chuck told her.

She grinned as she took a sip of her drink. She studied him a second. "This…person your madly in love with….why?"

Chuck thought for a second. "She's compassionate," he began. Sarah nodded. "She cares about me. She doesn't judge me, and let's be honest, Sarah…there's a lot to judge."

"Your obsession with comic books?" Sarah asked.

"I said there's a lot to judge," Chuck said with a grin. "But most of all, she's there for me when I need her."

"Sounds like you do love her."

"I do, and that's why…that's why it's time I take the next step in our relationship," Chuck told her. "I need to show you something." Sarah tilted her head at him, waiting, and Chuck pulled a box out of his pocket.

"Is that what I think it is?" Sarah asked.

"I'm not sure what you think it is," Chuck replied. "If you're thinking it's a top secret government computer program to put in someone's head and let them process information for the United States Intelligence Agencies to act on….it's not."

"That was very specific," Sarah told him. "Watching old 50s B movies again?"

"Had trouble sleeping thinking about this," Chuck told her.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Sarah asked.

"I…I had to think it out and know why I was doing it and…and how she would feel about it," Chuck admitted.

"I see," Sarah said. "And?"

"So, that's the thing with her," Chuck began. "We both came into this relationship with a lot of baggage…a Lot."

"Piece of advice, typically when you are describing anything to do with women, using a lot…not the best idea," Sarah advised.

"Noted," Chuck told her. "But, that's the thing about her. We…we didn't carry it with us. We sat down, opened that baggage up, sorted it, dealt with it, and when we went to repack…there was nothing there. Now it's just our baggage that we've created…the good memories, that we're carrying around together."

Sarah smiled at him. "So, is that an engagement ring?" Chuck nodded. "Well, you've already bought it, so why am I here?"

"I need to know, as a woman, and my friend, what you think of it," Chuck admitted. "Like is it too big, too little."

"We are talking about the ring, right?" Sarah asked, smirking as she took a sip of her drink, making him laugh. "Okay, whip it out." Chuck laughed as he opened the box and put it on the table in front of her.

"Chuck," she said softly.

"Too much? Not enough?" he asked.

Sarah looked up at him, and shook her head. "No, perfect. Elegant."

"Well, wait, all you've done is look. Don't you want to pick it up, examine it closer, try it on to make sure the weight is right?" Chuck asked.

"You think your soon to be fiancée will be okay with that?" Sarah asked.

"I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind," Chuck told her. He picked the ring up out of the box. "May I?"

She gave him a look, grinning, shook her head, but held out her hand. "Fourth finger."

"I know, I know," he grumbled teasingly. It slid on perfectly.

"Hmmm, your fiancée and I have the same ring size," Sarah commented.

"Wow, small world," Chuck replied. She studied it carefully, nodded, and pulled it off her finger. She put it back in the box, closed the lid gently, and slid it toward him. She saw the glimmer of worry on his face. "So?" he asked, in a voice much stronger than she suspected he felt.

"You want me to make a proper judgment, correct?" Chuck nodded. "Well, the only way to do that is to see the whole presentation."

"You want me to get down on one knee, here, in front of everyone?" Chuck asked, surprised.

"Oh, yes," Sarah said nodding. "I mean, as your best friend, how am I able to give you the advice you need without all the facts."

"So, I basically need to propose to you," Chuck said. Sarah nodded. "You're serious."

"I mean are you serious about me giving you my advice?" Sarah asked.

"Okay," Chuck said. He took a drink of his drink, placed his hands on the table, looked her in the eye, took a deep breath and stood.

Her eyes went wide. He grabbed the box, and she tried to stop him, but it was too late. They were both beaming at each other as he went down on one knee.

"Sarah Mae Walker," Chuck began.

"Mae is not my middle name," she hissed.

"When we met, we became friends, first," Chuck continued. She smiled at him. "We were there for each other, we supported each other, and somewhere along the way, we both realized that we had fallen in love with each other. The past two years have been amazing." He gently opened the box. "Would you please do me the honor, of continuing my journey with you, and marry me?"

She leaned forward, and gently kissed him. "Of course I will you idiot," she told him softly. People started clapping as she helped him up. He took the ring and again slid it on her finger. "By the way, I'm not taking it off this time."

"Making me get down on one knee…well played," Chuck told her.

She pulled him into a hug. "I can honestly say I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd be proposed to like that," Sarah admitted. She pulled away, and looked him in the eye. "I love you, Chuck."

"I love you, Sarah."

A/N: Today….today I'm 50, so I thought I'd give you a little gift. Hope you liked it. Take care fam.