A/N: Nothing was working in my head and then I got lost in the OTP Prompts again, so… (yeah, you all SOOO hate it when I do that.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

She looked up and smiled. He had been in twice that week already. He had bought some very sensible, nice pieces of jewelry, but this time, he seemed… frustrated. He was always kind; his smile made her heart skip a beat when he flashed it at her. She didn't think he was her type, but as she got to know him, she learned that he was. He was crazy smart. Tall, lanky, curly hair she wanted to run her hands through… and as down to earth as could be.

He didn't take himself seriously. In fact, he might not take himself seriously enough. Whoever was receiving these pieces, they should talk to him, build him up. He was a good man, and those were hard to find.

"Can I help you?" she asked, approaching him.

"Sarah, right?" She smiled and nodded. "Good, and I'm sorry to be such a bother. I just need to get this right, you know?"

"It's no bother. In fact, I find it sweet." He looked up at her, a questioning expression on his face. "I wish I had someone in my life that spent as much time as you have, to get just the right piece for me. In fact, I'm tempted to make a video, so you can give it with whatever you finally buy, so she can know how much time you really spent working on this."

"Oh, God, please don't," he said, chuckling. "She'd just tell me I can't make up my mind, and need to be more decisive."

"Fine, but I still think she'd appreciate it," Sarah argued. He smiled at her, and she felt her heart melt a little more, and her hatred for this woman he was shopping for grow. "So, did you decide on earrings?"

"No, I think, after looking at her jewelry box last night while she was at work, a necklace would be more of what she wants. Something simple, but…"

"Sophisticated?" Sarah offered. His eyes went wide, and he nodded, grinning.

"That is the perfect way to describe her," Chuck replied in an awe-filled voice. "You're good at this Sarah…Walker?"

"Yes, Chuck, Sarah Walker," she said with a wink. Why she did that she didn't know… okay, she did, but she shouldn't, because he had someone. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to learn about me."

"I find people interesting," he replied with a shrug. "And, with everything I've had to tell you about me-"

"More about her, but you haven't told me her name," Sarah reminded him, walking over to a necklace that she thought would be perfect for Chuck's woman that she was rapidly coming to hate.

"Ellie," Chuck said softly. "Her name is Ellie. She's been there for me practically my whole life." He shrugged and seemed to be in a far-off place, thinking. "When Mom and Dad left… she was there, taking care of me, being my rock. I wanted to do something really nice for her."

"You must love her a lot," Sarah said, holding out the necklace.

"Yeah, I do," Chuck replied, looking at the necklace and missing the look on Sarah's face. "This is perfect," he said, a little breathless. She smiled as he looked up. He deserved this, something to make her happy. "Now, for the most important question." She grinned and flipped the price tag, seeing the relief in his eyes. "YES!"

"Shall I box it and wrap it for you?"

"Would you?" he asked with a grin. She nodded and headed toward the register, him following. He now seemed nervous, and she was wondering if he was having second thoughts about this being the right piece.

"She'll love it, I promise you," Sarah told him, hoping her reassurance would help.

"Oh, I know she will. You picked it out, and your taste is exquisite," Chuck replied. "Which is why I question what I'm about to do," he muttered.

She looked up at him, an eyebrow lifted, amused. "You're going to offer to show me that video game you created?" she asked. "I mean I enjoy seeing you excited about it, but I must confess: I don't play video games. Although, I would be willing to play yours."

"You would?" he asked, seemingly shocked.

She shrugged. "Why wouldn't I? I'm not saying we're close friends, but… I like you, Chuck," she said, holding his gaze. She wouldn't tell him how much, but he had to know, she needed him to know. "I'd like to think I got to know you, and you're a good guy."

"I am… I mean, I think I am," he sputtered. "Ack, listen I need to ask you something."

"Okay, shoot," she said, going back to wrapping the necklace.

"Would you go out with me?" She stopped what she was doing and looked up. She was stunned. He looked nervous and serious. How could he do this to Ellie?

"What about Ellie?" she asked, anger flashing across her face.

"I think Ellie would like you," Chuck replied. Her eyes went wide. "But, what does my sister have to do with us going out?" Chuck watched Sarah's face go from surprise, to shock, to understanding, to happiness, to absolute, uncontrollable laughter. "I mean, if you don't want to go, just say no," he said, a tad affronted.

"No, I mean, yes, I do," she said, snorting laughter. "Chuck… I thought Ellie was your girlfriend." Sarah watched his eyes go wide, and then understanding reached his features, followed by the same uncontrollable laughter she had.

"OMG!" he yelled, half bent over from laughing so hard. "You thought… you thought… OHMYGOD!"

She threw some discarded wrapping paper at him, grinning. They both sobered up, and Chuck had a grin on his face. "So… wanna meet Ellie?"

"Yeah, I'd love to," she replied.

A/N: If you have a quick idea for a scene please let me know and I'll see what I can do. I love these little one shots.