A/N: You know you've missed this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

She walked up to him, a challenging look on her face. "I mean, it's like you don't even love me."

Chuck sighed. "I know this morning that I-" the look she gave him made him choose his next words carefully. "Did that thing you like this morning."

"Yes you did," Sarah said, nodding, and grinning.

"So, it can't be that's where I'm failing," Chuck continued.

"No, you get an A+ for effort and an A++ for the actual…" she trailed off. "You know."

"Do I?" he asked. She gave him a flat look. "Right," he continued. "So, I'm guessing you're talking about my amazing jokes?"

"Wait, you have amazing jokes?" Sarah asked.

Chuck shook his head, turned, and headed toward his office. "Listen, you know I enjoy watching you walk away," Sarah yelled after him, making him chuckle. He went inside his office, went to his chair, sat down, and pulled up his email.

A second later, his office door opened, Sarah entered, shut the door, walked over to his desk, sat on it, and using her foot, turned the chair toward him. "I need it."

"By it you mean…?"

"You know," Sarah said.

"But what if I'm wrong about what you need, and I do the wrong thing, and then we end up in HR?" Chuck asked.

"You would have to do it really badly for us to end up in HR," Sarah replied.

Chuck sat back in his chair, and thought for a second. "Okay," he said. Sarah clapped her hands together. "Norman Hammond was visiting the cemetery near Chester in England and he couldn't help noticing a man kneeling in front of a gravestone, clasping his hands and sobbing."

"Poor man, was it his mother?" Sarah asked.

"Sweetie, again, if you'd let me tell the whole story, you wouldn't have to ask questions," Chuck pointed out.

"Well, that's obviously not true because you still haven't answered this one," Sarah replied.

"I haven't finished the story," Chuck told her.

"Well, get to it."

He gave her a flat look and continued. "Norman went a bit closer and could hear what the man was saying. 'Why did you have to die?' he was repeating, 'Why did you have to die?'"

"Maybe it was his sister," Sarah offered. Chuck sighed heavily, and Sarah made a zipping motion over her lips.

"Feeling he ought to do something to alleviate the man's obvious distress Norman laid his hand on the his shoulder saying gently, 'Was it someone you loved very much?'"

"I know," Sarah said, clapping her hands together. "It was his father."

"Are you going to let me tell this story or not?" Chuck asked.

"My bad," Sarah said.

Chuck started to talk, paused, gave her a look to make sure she wasn't going to say anything, and continued.

"The man looked up at him and said, 'No, I never met him, he was my wife's first husband.'"

Sarah shook her head. "That the best you have?"

"You know the problem with Hamburger helper?" Chuck asked. Sarah shook her head. "Until the hamburger is ready to accept help, there's nothing you can do."

Sarah shook her head, hurt on her face. "I see the spark is gone."

"Sarah, if I tell you my best joke-"

"Worst," Sarah interrupted. "I want one that is baaadddddd."

"And if I give it to you?" Chuck asked. She grinned at him, and leaned in. "Does that mean if I do I get to take you home and…"

"Pleasure me?" Sarah asked. Chuck nodded. "Yes."

Chuck leaned back in his chair, cracked his knuckles, and began.

"So there was this man in Bulgaria who drove trains for a living." He paused, waiting for Sarah to jump in, but she didn't. He continued. "He loved his job. Driving a train had been his dream ever since he was a child. He loved to make the train go as fast as possible."

"That seems like a problem," Sarah pointed out.

"It was," Chuck agreed. "Unfortunately, one day he was a little too reckless and caused a crash. He made it out, but a single person died. Well, needless to say, he went to court over this incident. He was found guilty, and was sentenced to death by electrocution. When the day of the execution came, he requested a single banana as his last meal. After eating the banana, he was strapped into the electric chair. The switch was flown, sparks flew, and smoke filled the air - but nothing happened. The man was perfectly fine."

"Is that it?" Sarah asked. Chuck shook his head. "So it's going to take a bit to get to the….payoff?"

"Some might even say the climax," Chuck corrected. She lifted an eyebrow and grinned.

He continued with the story. "Well, at the time, there was an old Bulgarian law that said a failed execution was a sign of divine intervention, so the man was allowed to go free. Somehow, he managed to get his old job back driving the train."

"Okay, wait, someone should have known better," Sarah said. "This is asking for trouble."

"I agree," Chuck said. "Having not learned his lesson at all, he went right back to driving the train with reckless abandon. Once again, he caused a train to crash, this time killing two people. The trial went much the same as the first, resulting in a sentence of execution. For his final meal, the man requested two bananas. After eating the bananas, he was strapped into the electric chair. The switch was thrown, sparks flew, smoke filled the room - and the man was once again unharmed."

"I'm sensing a pattern," Sarah muttered.

Chuck grinned and continued. "Well, this of course meant that he was free to go. And once again, he somehow managed to get his old job back. To what should have been the surprise of no one, he crashed yet another train and killed three people. And so he once again found himself being sentenced to death. On the day of his execution, he requested his final meal: three bananas."

"I don't get how the bananas are stopping this from happening," Sarah admitted. Chuck grinned. "I'm sorry, do continue."

"'You know what? No,' said the executioner. 'I've had it with you and your stupid bananas and walking out of here unharmed. I'm not giving you a thing to eat; we're strapping you in and doing this now.' Well, it was against protocol, but the man was strapped in to the electric chair without a last meal. The switch was pulled, sparks flew, smoke filled the room - and the man was still unharmed. The executioner was speechless."

"Okay, I got nuthin," Sarah admitted.

Chuck continued. "The man looked at the executioner and said, 'Oh, the bananas had nothing to do with it. I'm just a bad conductor.'"

Sarah stood, leaned down, grabbed his face and kissed him senseless. "We need to go home."

"Why?" Chuck asked.

"You know why," Sarah said.

"Is it because you want me to…." Chuck trailed off, and he saw Sarah was holding her breath. "Pleasure you?"

"MOVE IT!" she barked.

A/N: Who's crazier? Me, or you for reading this?