A/N: I asked everyone on Facebook what they want updated, I got multiple answers and no one suggested this one. So why am I doing it? I have no idea, to be a jerk I guess….

Something I would like to quickly address. Many have worried that I won't finish fics because I have so many….uh, no. I have Asperger's and not completing things makes my skin itch. I am finishing all my fics, and my hope is things slow down a minute this summer to get one to three more knocked out. This one I consider a "whenever". Kinda the same way with College except it has a plot….(but does it?) Anyway, hope you enjoy Ch 5, The Flower Shop

Disclaimer: I have no ownership of the property of Chuck

"No, Ellie," Chuck said, leaning against the counter and talking into the phone. "I sent them on a date." Chuck was giving the family-owned floral store one last look-over before beginning to close up shop. "I know, Ellie," he said rolling his eyes. "I should go back to college, but it's kind'a nice working here with mom and dad." He listened a second, then laughed. "Yeah, Morgan may have delivered that today without us knowing it."

He looked up as the door hesitantly swung open, the bells attached to the top tinkling softly. "Hey, I have a customer… love you, I'll talk to you later." He watched as the woman walked toward him, suddenly and unexpectedly enchanted by her eyes.

"That was my sister, Ellie," Chuck blurted, pointing to the phone. He swallowed. Why did he find it necessary to tell her that?

"Well, it's good to tell your sister that you love her," the woman replied, twisting her lips as if fighting a grin.

"Chuck," he said, holding out his hand. GAH! Why was he doing this?

"Sarah," she replied, losing the smirking battle. "Are you always so personal with your customers?"

"No," he replied, and wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground and just die. He had to get control of himself. "No, but when you came in… I don't know, it just seemed like you were having a bad day, and I wanted to help make it better."

"Do you help all your-" She began, but was cut off, as a frantic man ran in.

"I'm so sorry to cut in, but… I didn't tape my daughter's dance recital."

"Wha…?" Chuck asked, confused.

"I didn't realize you needed tape to digitally record," the father explained.

Chuck's eyebrows shot up. "How much?"

"How much what?"

"How much are you wanting to spend?" Chuck asked.

"I got 50 cash," the man said, slapping it on the counter.

Chuck looked over at Sarah, who shrugged and gave him a head nod. He turned back to the man. "Give me five minutes." Chuck walked off, then returned with an arrangement of flowers.

"Those aren't roses," the man began.

Chuck held up his hand to forestall the man's objection, shaking his head. "Listen to me, this is what we called the 'Please Don't Divorce Me' bouquet. Anyone can get roses. But what you did was realize how badly you messed up, and you decided to make things right."

"Okay, okay" the dad said, listening.

"Calla lilies stand for humility and devotion," Chuck began, pointing to them. "With their unmatched beauty, they are the ideal apology flower for your wife." He then pointed to the white flowers. "Tulips show new beginnings, peace, and forgiveness: White Tulips are happy flowers that can help you say sorry, and make up for the mistake."

"You're a genius," he said, snatching the flowers and running out the door. Chuck shrugged, and rang up the purchase.

"You really know your flowers," Sarah said. "And, you know your stuff." She paused and then put a $20 bill on the counter. "How do I passive-aggressively tell my ex, and I'm not sure he's aware of his 'ex' status just yet, that we are so over?" Chuck studied her for a moment. "Something wrong?" she asked.

"I'm just wondering if I make this for you that he'll have the mental capacity to understand it, since he has already done something dumb enough to make you dump him," Chuck explained.

"He cheated on me," Sarah replied.

Chuck shook his head. "I mean… why?" Sarah's eyes widened, as did Chuck's, as he realized the words that just came out of his mouth. He began to turn red. "What I mean is… well… why?"

"I have no idea, but I really would like your help in creating the snarkiest, most petty arrangement ever." Chuck grinned, steepled his fingers, and cracked them. He went around the counter, locked the door and turned to her.

She had raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, and Chuck realized he had just locked her in with him. "Murder people much?"

"Oh, no… No! I, uh, I was gonna have you join me in the back so I can explain it while I make it, but now I see that this looks bad, and to be fair, I was just thinking about how this might be cathartic for you to see what it is we're doing and-" Sarah stepped forward and took his hand.

"Hey," she said softly, and he stopped mid-freak out. "Thank you, that's sweet."

"Golly gee, ma'am, thanks," he replied, grinning. She rolled her eyes. "Would you care to join me in making an arrangement?"

"Sure," she chirped and followed him into the back.

"So," he said, clapping his hands together, we need geraniums for stupidity-"

"Wait, I like geraniums," she began.

Chuck turned to her. "Sarah, the secret of flowers is, they mean whatever you want them to mean. If you think a flower is pretty, and will make someone happy, then that's why you should give it. People give flowers all the time to "mean" something, but sometimes, it's just to make someone smile."

"I like that."

"Yeah," Chuck replied. "But today, we are being highly passive-aggressive." Sarah grinned. "You ready?" She nodded. "So, we will also add Foxglove for insincerity, Meadowsweet for uselessness, Yellow Carnations for 'you have disappointed me' and Orange Lilies for hatred. It will be quite striking, and full of loathing."

"What about Belladonna?" Sarah asked.

Chuck turned to her slowly. "You know that's deadly nightshade, right?" Sarah nodded, grinning. "That's wandering past the passive-aggressive exit, and driving on down Interstate Snarky to aggressive-aggressive." Sarah barked a laugh. "But we have now come to what I consider the most important part of giving of flowers: The card."

"Do you have an idea of what I should say?"

Chuck thought for a moment and nodded solemnly. "With not a lot of room on the card, two words come to mind." Her eyebrows raised. Chuck shook his head. "I feel those two words you're thinking of are a little too aggressive."

"How do you know the words I'm thinking of?"

"You're thinking them so loud, people five miles away can hear them," Chuck replied, trying to appear serious. Sarah barked another laugh. "These two words, however, really fit."

"What are they?"

"Get bent," Chuck replied. Sarah had to hold onto his arm, she was laughing so hard.

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The door opened, and Sarah walked in as Chuck looked up from the counter. It was the following day, and Chuck had refused her money, stating a 'friends, family, and pissed-off-parts-of-a-couple-trying-to-get-even' discount. He did say she had to give him her address, so that he could add her to the mailing list. She did so, giving him a look saying she knew what he was up to.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," he replied. "How'd things go with the ex?"

"Oh, he's long gone," Sarah replied. "But the strangest thing happened today."

"Oh, really," Chuck replied, trying to play innocent.

"Mmmhmm," she said, putting an elbow on the counter and placing her chin on her hand. "I got 13 orange roses delivered to me today."

Chuck copied her pose, grinning at her. "And you're here to find out what it means?"

"Nope… I'm here to bribe you into telling me who sent them to me," she replied, smirking. "Thirteen can mean a secret admirer, and orange means desire and excitement."

"Ooooo," Chuck said. "Someone likes you," he said in a sing-song voice.

"If I take you to dinner, will you tell me?"

"Haven't you ever heard of florist-client confidentiality?" Chuck asked, trying to appear shocked that she would suggest such a thing.

"Doesn't exist," she retorted.

"Have you considered that maybe if you take me to dinner, you might become so enthralled with me that you might not care who sent you those flowers?" Chuck hit her with the eyebrow dance.

"Have you considered, that I considered, that you are the person who sent them to me?"

"Have you considered, that I considered-" he stopped talking because she was kissing him. She pulled away and grinned at him.

"What time do you close?"

"I have no idea, because I'm leaving right now," he replied. "Mom," he called over his shoulder. "I'm heading out."

"Bye!" she yelled from the back room. Mary walked in and saw Sarah. "Oh!"

"Hi, Mrs. Bartowski, I'm taking your son out on a date."

"How modern of you," Mary replied with a grin. "Do you need any flowers for him? They're on the house."

"Do you have any salmon roses?" Sarah asked with a grin.

"Oh… those mean the same as orange…" she looked over at her son who was turning an interesting shade of red. "But I think you know that." Sarah held her hand out, and Chuck took it, coming from around the corner and the two heading for the door. "Can you have him back tomorrow by three in the afternoon?" Mary asked. "If not, I can cover his shift."

"MOM!"

"Fine," Mary said, smiling broadly. "I'll cover it. Don't hurt him."

"MOM!"

"Bye," Sarah said, laughing as she pulled him out of the shop.

A/N: Ah, that was fun. Reviews and PMs greatly appreciated.

DC