A/N: Hey. Sorry for this one taking so long. I've been slowly picking up steam writing but my posting has caught up to what I have in the bullpen. The next episode will be name Take my Husband, Please. Do with that what you want. Let's wrap up this ep!

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Sarah muttered under her breath, her left hand on the steering wheel. Her right hand had his fingers threaded through her own. She could hear him gulp as he glanced at the speedometer. She glanced down at it, frowned, and pushed the accelerator. His body tightened as his right hand gripped the oh shit handle more tightly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" came the high pitch squeak of her fiancée. She didn't, if she was honest. She didn't want to talk about anything. At least… she hadn't. Not until she met him. That was one of the reasons she was going to marry him. There were many reasons she wanted to, but this… this was one of the top reasons. She was going to marry the shit out of him.

"I'm just a little irritated right now," she told him, giving his hand a squeeze and glancing over at him.

"Eyesontheroadeyesontheroadeyesonetheroad," he muttered. She giggled, looked back to the road, let up off the gas, and she felt him let out a breath. She needed to get this irritation under control. First, she was still irritated with Dick Duffy. That lower case bitch sonofabitch had literally walked up to her – in front of her boyfriend, the two of them obviously together – and tried to pick her up.

She didn't know what pissed her off more; the inconceivable disrespect he had shown Chuck, or once he figured out who she was, thinking she would have anything to do with him. He had made her life literal hell, and he thought she would be his… she nearly gagged at the thought of whatever it was he thought she would do.

"Sorry," Chuck said. "I just get nervous when things go fast. You ought to see me watch Solo when they're doing the Kessel Run."

"I have," Sarah reminded him.

"And you still wanna marry me?" Chuck asked, a little surprised.

"Honestly, it's one of the little reasons I want to," Sarah admitted. She felt him look at her, and she shrugged. "What? You have your little quirks, but you don't hide them. You let me in, Chuck. And that's important."

"Thank you." She both melted at the tone of his voice, felt her heart break a little at it. He said it as someone who truly appreciated what she had done, and at the same time, she realized no one else, romantically, had accepted him and appreciated him, for him. "Also… irritated?"

"Yeah," she replied with a heavy sigh. "I'm just so damn frustrated, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to take it out on you."

"I mean, I'm here for you, but you know I don't like being yelled at… in fact I'm not sure who likes being yelled at… come to think of it-"

"Who said anything about yelling, Chuck?" Sarah asked. Chuck blinked. "I said I was taking out my frustration on you."

"Yeah, but," he began, and then he blinked again. "Do you mean…" He saw the grin grow on her face. "You could go a little faster you know."

She pressed her foot back down on the accelerator.

}o{

He opened one eye to find sunlight streaming into their room.

God, he loved that woman.

And not because of the way she took out her frustration on him. No, that was just a happy little bonus. No, last night, before said defrustrationing took place, she told him she needed to talk to him about how to handle this. She trusted him. She didn't know what that trust did to him. She didn't know how that warmed his heart. He knew how few she trusted, and the fact she trusted him…

"Listen, I'm going to need you to up your game," he heard her say. He lifted his head, bewilderment on his face. "A week from today, we will be honeymooning, and I'm going to need more."

"I don't know if I can give more," Chuck admitted, his face planting back into the pillow as he grinned at her giggle. "I mean, I can try."

He felt the bed move as she sat down on her side. "Had to make my own coffee today," she muttered. He looked over at her, smiling as she took a sip. "It just doesn't taste right."

"I apologize for failing in my duties," Chuck told her.

"Lucky for you, I believe practice makes perfect, so I'm going to keep you around until I'm sure you do it right," Sarah told him.

"We talking about coffee here, or sumthin' else?" he drawled. She swatted him, laughing the entire time. "As much as I love the banter, do we want to talk about last night?"

"Fine… so I have a few notes," she said. He looked at her questioningly. "Mostly, how does it keep getting better?"

He grinned at her. "Ma'am, I feel as though you are deflecting."

"You have yet to see me deflect," she said in a salacious tone that made him shiver. "But, I can see that you are serious about this."

"Wait, maybe we should practice on your deflecting," Chuck blurted out.

"No," Sarah told him, shaking her head. "I'm about to become a wife, and I need to better communicate with my words."

"You know, there are many forms of communication," Chuck reminded her. She winked at him.

"I love you, Chuck," she told him, a sincere, happy smile on her face. "I love how you're always here for me, and not just me, but everyone. I love that you trust me, and that you let me beat up Dick. Just not too much."

"I mean… I would miss you if you were in jail for homicide. Although, a jury might have found it justifiable homicide," Chuck told her. She rubbed his back, and the touch of her hand against his skin felt like sparks were flying off him.

"So, I think we're going to have to de-frustrate," she began.

"Oh thank God!" he muttered.

She grinned. "But you need to stay out of this, because if Amy hurts you…"

"I can't promise that," Chuck told her. "That said, I will do everything in my power to keep myself safe."

"Okay," she said nodding.

"Wait… you're accepting that?" Chuck asked, stunned.

She gave him a face that read Don't be ridiculous! "No!" she told him. "But you're my partner… in everything." He thought he might melt into the bed with that. "And sometimes we are going to disagree, and I have to respect that."

"But will you respect me in the morning?" Chuck asked her.

"Listen, if I respected you this morning after last night…" She trailed off and gave him a pointed look.

"Point taken," Chuck replied.

"That's what she said," Sarah countered, bouncing her eyebrows. She set her coffee down, and pounced. "It's de-frustration time!"

}o{

Monday morning, Chuck walked out of the building where Zondra, Carina, Sarah, Casey, and Dan were holed up. For two days, all he had heard was the six of them discuss how to get to Amy, while keeping Mark safe. Heather had joined them, and Chuck, instead of getting involved, sat back and listened.

None of them trusted themselves not to attack Amy on sight.

The problem was there was no evidence that Amy was the mole. They stood a better chance of getting Amy on a murder and multiple attempted murder charges. Casey and Dan made a phone call, and they procured a room across from the cafe, where they could set up surveillance.

The group had been so engrossed in what they were doing, none of them noticed Chuck wasn't around. He had crossed the street and entered the cafe. Chuck had his backpack over his shoulder as he looked around at the seating. Finding Mark sitting near a window, he knew he had an opening.

"Hey," Chuck said walking towards Mark. "Listen, I know this place is empty, and I don't want to be the guy who sits next to the only person in a cafe, but I like to sit in the sun, and I need to charge my device," Chuck said, pointing toward the outlet on the wall. Is it okay if sit here?"

"Sure," Mark said, smiling at Chuck. Chuck nodded at him, sitting down at the table beside Mark's, and began to pull out his tablet. His phone began to go off, and Chuck ignored it. "Uh, your phone's ringing."

"It's my girlfriend," Chuck told him. "I just need a minute away from her."

"Ohhh," Mark said, nodding as if he understood. They sat there while Chuck got his tablet set up, and the barista approached.

"Your normal, Mark?" the blond woman asked.

"Yes, and I need my girlfriend's to go order," Mark told her.

"No problem," Amy told him. She turned to Chuck. "And yours, sir?"

"Mark, was it?" Chuck asked. "What's your order and your girlfriends order? It's my first time here, and I always like to try something that I know people like." Mark told him. "You know what, I'd like to have what his girlfriend is having."

He saw the look on Amy's face. "Uh, it will take a few extra minutes," Amy told him. "We have to make each one of those special."

"Honestly, take all the time you need," Chuck said. "I'm trying to get away from everyone for a bit, and that would be a godsend." The Imperial March began to play on his phone, and Chuck rolled his eyes. "See, I'll bet you anything my girlfriend got an acquaintance of ours to call me, because he never calls me." Amy gave him a look. "Her and his girlfriend are friends, and they hang out all the time, so he and I…he would say we're not friends."

Amy giggled at that. "Okay, if you don't mind waiting?"

"Again, you're doing me a favor," Chuck told her. Amy walked off.

"Not to pry," Mark began. "But… there seems to be a little bit of a problem with you and your girlfriend."

"Yeah, she doesn't get me," Chuck told him. "I mean… she wants to see the third Spider-Man movie, No Way Home."

"And you're not a comic book movie fan?" Mark offered.

"Oh, no," Chuck said. "It's the opposite. See… you know what, it's a lot…" He trailed off.

"No, I'd really like to hear," Mark told him.

"Okay," Chuck said, looking unsure. "So, I used to read Spider-Man, and I loved it. I loved him, MJ, Aunt May, all of it. However, some writers and editors decided to change everything, and wipe out the history of the comic with this arc called One More Day." Chuck saw Mark's eyes go wide. "Basically it was a deal with the devil that made it where Peter and MJ didn't get married."

"I'm familiar with the story," Mark said.

"So, the movie plot, while not involving a marriage or devil, basically did the same thing by having Pete be alone at the end," Chuck continued. "And I get it. I don't own the character, they do. And that's fine. But here's the thing… to me… Pete's a lot like me. Now, we're very different people. I can never say I'm exactly like him, but in a very, and I do mean very broad definition, he is a nerd, like me.

"Gwen Stacy is the girl Peter Parker ends up with, if he never gets the powers," Chuck continued. "It is my belief – and that's all it is, my belief – is that because of the powers, he gains confidence, and that attracts the attention of Mary Jane. And that's the thing, right? It's not that MJ wouldn't have loved Pete without the powers, it's… she wouldn't have known him. She never would have seen him. Who Peter really was. Spider-Man let Peter be his true authentic self. Hell, until he became Spider-Man, Peter didn't really know who his true authentic self was."

Chuck was silent a moment. "I finally got my MJ," Chuck said softly. "I finally got her, because of things that allowed me to be me. Maximum me, and she saw me… and dude, she loved me." He saw a sad look on Mark's face. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," Mark said, shaking his head. "See, during high school, I knew my MJ, but I never could date her, and after I lost my Gwen, I thought I finally had my MJ… turns out, I wasn't enough. Now… now I have my… I don't know, Charlie Cooper… Deborah Whitman…"

"Man, I'm sorry," Chuck replied. He saw Amy walk up with Mark's coffee, and his girlfriend's coffee. She gave them to Mark, and headed to the back, presumably to make Chuck's order. He glanced at his watch on his wrist, looked back at Mark, and then did a double take to his wrist. "Oh my God," he muttered.

"What?" Mark asked.

"I know why they were calling!" Chuck said.

"Why?"

"I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO TO THE FLORIST TODAY FOR THE WEDDING!" Chuck yelled. He started grabbing his stuff and putting it in his bag. "Crap, my coffee… I'll just have to leave it. In fact, take it to your girlfriend."

"Here, take mine," Mark said, thrusting it at Chuck. Chuck saw over Mark's shoulder the look of terror in Amy's face.

"You sure?" Chuck asked, slinging the backpack over his shoulder, taking the drink.

"Yeah, no problem," Mark said.

"Thanks, man!" Chuck said, and hurried to the door. He paused and turned back. "Who knows, maybe MJ will show back up some day."

"Maybe," Mark told him. They both waved, and Chuck took off. Running down the sidewalk, he turned the corner, slowing to a walk and chuckling. A car pulled up beside him, the brakes screeching. He slowly turned his head to see Sarah glaring at him.

"Get in!" she barked. He did, shut the door, and they took off.

}o{

"And you're going to run it against all known poisons?" Sarah asked Jeff.

"Won't that-" Chuck began.

"Chuck," Jeff warned. "She said you lost your speaking privileges. Don't make your boss angry." He turned back to Sarah. "I don't know why you keep him on."

"He has some uses," Sarah replied, trying to keep a mask on her face and not let the laughter burst through.

She had driven the two of them straight to Jeff's office, to test the coffee for known poisons, and to compare the analysis to that taken from the murder victim. The last part was a long shot, but it was better than nothing.

Inside, Sarah was both pissed as hell, and impressed as hell, with Chuck. He had cut through the procedural bullshit they had all gotten caught up in, and did what needed to be done. But he had put himself at risk.

"You were all watching me the entire time," Chuck grumbled.

"Be seen, not heard!" Jeff told him. Chuck looked over at Sarah, who shrugged. "Now, it's poison," he continued to Sarah. "I'm working on comparing it to the alleged victim, but it's going to take some time."

"So, what do we do in the meantime?" Sarah asked. Jeff shrugged. She turned to Chuck, who just sat there. "Chuck? Do you have any ideas?"

"Oh, now you want me to talk?" Chuck asked.

"Why she keeps him I'll never know," Jeff muttered, walking off.

}o{

"What is he doing?" Carina asked. The group was gathered at Chuck and Sarah's house, and Chuck sat at a table by himself, typing.

"I don't know," Sarah admitted. "He said, and I quote, 'You told me to be quiet so I'm being quiet.'"

"So he's pouting," Casey muttered. "Figures."

"I've got a program running to trace any phone calls from unknown numbers coming into her phone," Chuck said. Everyone looked up at him. "She used open wi-fi at the coffee shop, so I was able to plant a tracking device on it. When she calls out, or gets a phone call, we are notified and it's recorded."

Casey looked at Sarah, his eyes wide, impressed. "Damn," he said softly. "Why unknown numbers?"

"Because crooks don't tend to register their numbers with a name and address," Chuck told him. "I'm sorry," Chuck said as he stood. "I was in absolutely no danger." Sarah started to protest.

"I mean, he really wasn't," Zondra agreed. "If she had pulled a gun on him, Casey would have shot her with the sniper rifle, and the three of us would have been in there and on her in seconds."

"He's right," Carina agreed.

"And no one else could reach him and do what I did," Chuck added.

"Oh, you're right," Sarah said.

"I am?" Chuck asked.

"Yes, you're right, nerd," Sarah admitted with a shake of her head. "This whole situation got me…. up in my head. About high school, about Amy and my time in the CIA. And I forgot the most important thing; my partner."

"Well, I guess there's only one thing left to do, isn't there?" Chuck asked.

"And what's that?" Sarah replied.

"Are they gonna do it right here in front of us?" Casey asked.

"You should hope they do … I suspect Chuck could teach you a thing or two," Zondra told Casey.

"He don't know shit I don't," Casey countered.

"Jonathan… you know that not true," Dan reminded Casey. Casey growled to himself.

"I'm just gonna have to marry you and remind you each and every day," Chuck told her.

"Okay, I'm out," Zondra said, standing and heading toward the door. "I'm not watching anyone fornicate." She grabbed Carina's arm.

"What?" Carina asked.

"You really don't want to see it, you might get jealous," Zondra told her.

"Why are you picking on me?" Casey asked, leaving.

"We've got this," Dan told Chuck and Sarah. "Diane assured me this will be wrapped up before the wedding. Good night." And with that, he left, leaving the two alone.

"Can we pretend to be mad and have make up sex?" Chuck asked.

"Absofuckinglutely," Sarah agreed.

}o{

"Are you absolutely sure?" Zondra asked. "I know you're a General, ma'am, but… do you realize what you're saying?" She listened and nodded. "Okay. And she's in custody? Okay. Thank you. Good night." Zondra hung up the phone and handed it to Dan. She turned toward the rest of the team, them having all gathered at Dan's. It was Thursday night, the wedding in less than forty-eight hours. Chuck and Sarah weren't with them. Carina had informed the group she was fairly certain they were having honeymoon practice.

"So?" Casey asked. "That's not the look of someone with good news."

"Oh, it… it might be," Zondra said. "So, the last little bit we've sent quite a bit to DC. Tissue samples of the deceased, that blue goop in the eye of the murder victim that Casey is dealing with, and the poison that Amy put in Chuck's drink."

"Those cases are not all related," Dan said. Zondra pressed her lips together. "Oh no."

"Yep," Zondra said. "Uh, turns out… they are. Turns out, there's a marker of some sort in each of the substances that is sometimes used when a lab tests something."

"Oh God, do not say it," Dan pleaded.

"Don't say what?" Carina asked.

"All of the substances we've had tested, they come back that the same lab created them," Zondra told them.

"The LAAD?" Dan asked, looking to be in pain.

"Isn't that where Jill Roberts works?" Carina asked.

"Yep," Zondra replied.

"Chuck me," Casey muttered.

A/N: ….Yeah…I know.

Next time:

"It was a dark and stormy night."

He felt the blond snuggle closer to him, pause, lift her head, look out the open French doors at the water, and then looked back at him.

"What?"

"Chuck," Sarah said, in a put-on exasperated sigh. "It's morning-thirty."

"Actually about ten forty-five local time," Chuck told her.

"Like I said, morning-thirty." Chuck snorted. "The sun is shining, there's a breeze blowing off the water, and the sky is clear."

"It was hot," he said in a low tone.

"I wouldn't say hot…but it's warm," Sarah agreed, snuggling against him.

"The kinda hot that made you want to sleep without a stitch of clothing on. But not just hot. The air was alive…and oppressive. It was thick enough to cut with a knife, and then pull back the knife to see it had rusted."

She lifted the covers. "Welp, you're right about not having a stitch of clothing on," Sarah agreed.

You know…that text…it reminds me of something….like the first chapter of story. Come on back next time, and it might be a bit, cause I like to have the complete ep done before I start posting. What's that? Shut up and go write? Finnnnneeeee