A/N: Can I still do this?

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

It had been the longest day of his life. He had been on the stand, testifying, and he saw her sitting in the audience. The courtroom was packed with media. When she was nineteen, she became the darling of the indy wrestling circuit. Her story ended up on a news show, and it took off, along with her stardom.

He had seen her before the report had come out to the national media. She hadn't been wrestling but for a few weeks when Chuck and Morgan first saw her. They were in a National Guard Armory, and that's when they first saw the woman who would become known, across all of wrestling, as The Ice Queen, Sarah Walker.

The story of the young lady, who was left with a friend, as her dad went off to do cons, touched heartstrings everywhere. That friend taught a wrestling school and never noticed her watching, learning, and practicing.

She broke onto the wrestling scene in California and before long she was the Queen of the Indies. Chuck knew that once her story made it to WWE, it would only be a matter of time before she was on the big stage.

Today…today he testified against her father, as she sat in the courtroom, her face, a mask. Chuck was hurting a person that he didn't know in Sarah Walker, but what he did know was that she had brought him so much joy and excitement watching her perform over the past nine years.

"This way, Detective Bartowski," the guard said, leading him to a small room to get away from the media throngs. Chuck thanked the guard, entered the room, and his eyes went wide.

"I'm so sorry," Chuck blurted out. "I don't think I should be in here."

"It's fine," Sarah told him. "I suggested they bring you in here to get you away from the reporters." She was silent a second. "Jerks," she muttered. "All you were trying to do was your job, and then my father starts spinning his damn lies, and they begin to question you."

"You're not pissed at me?" Chuck asked, not even thinking. He saw the surprise on her face. "I mean, I did just testify and get your father put in jail."

"I love my dad, I do, but…he is who he is," Sarah said with a shrug. "You did your job."

"Yeah, well…I still hurt you, and that's not exactly cool," Chuck replied. Sarah narrowed her eyes at him, a little confused. "See," he scratched the back of his head. "So…you need to know, I'm marking out a bit here."

"Ohhh," she said, nodding.

"But not like you think," Chuck hurried out. "I've watched you for years. My buddy Morgan and I, we used to go to the matches at the armory, and I first saw you there."

"Oh, God," she chuckled. "That was back in my Killer Katie days."

Chuck nodded. "Yeah, but even then, you had a passion, a joy, and it just radiated from you." She gave him a smile. "And then, I made my sister so mad at me. The day I became a detective, our dinner got interrupted by my buddy Morgan. He burst in, and told me I HAD to put on NXT."

Sarah couldn't help but smile, watching the joy on his face. "Was it my debut?"

"Yessss!" Chuck said, starting to nerd out a little. "Ellie thought I was in love with you, and I told her while you were beautiful," he paused, his eyes widening, realizing what he had said.

"Please, do continue," she told him earnestly.

He nodded, swallowed, and continued. "You just love your job, and you doing your job is so damn entertaining."

"Thank you," she told him. "You don't know what that means to me."

Chuck gave her a soft smile. "The night after Wrestlemania, when Charlotte Flair was out there saying there was no one that could take the title from her…and then Shinedown's The Sound of Madness hit, I jumped to my feet screaming."

Sarah was beaming at him. "So you approve of the song?"

"Oh, perfectly, it fit everything you were doing," Chuck gushed. "You came out there, got in her face, and then you two went at it, and you hit that Moonsault off the top rope. Ellie was watching, asking why you climbed the rope and were looking at the fans. She wanted you to beat Charlotte's ass." Sarah laughter bubbled out of her. "And then you flipped backwards….my sister legit lost her shit."

Sarah was clapping her hands, and laughing. She didn't know when she had felt better and more alive in the past few months. She didn't notice his face, she was laughing so hard.

"And then," Chuck said, his voice sober and soft. "I made an arrest a few months ago, and at the next Pay Per View, you lose a loser leaves town match. The woman who was portrayed as the person who had overcome her horrible childhood. The woman that little girls, and little boys, and hell, I hear even some grown men look up to, they took you off TV, and I knew it was my fault, and it wasn't fair."

"It wasn't fair," Sarah admitted. "But it wasn't your fault."

"I'm sorry that I hurt the person that caused me so much happiness," Chuck said with a shrug. "Nearly every week for at least a few minutes on Monday night, I got to see an amazing athlete that let me forget about how bad some people are, and how do I repay that?"

"You put away the bad guy, Chuck," Sarah told him. The door opened, and the guard walked in.

"Detective, we can get you out of here," the guard told him.

Chuck turned to Sarah. "Pleasure to meet you Sarah Walker," Chuck said, holding his hand out. She stood and took his hand, feeling something she hadn't expected. He turned and left before she could say anything. She stood there looking at her hand.

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"Hey, numbnuts," Casey growled at Chuck.

"I see we're feeling nostalgic today, Captain?" Chuck responded. "What have I done today to get your ire?"

"You have someone here to see you," Casey told him. Chuck turned and looked, his eyes going wide.

"Oh, shit, that's Sarah Walker, do you think she's here to beat me up for what I did to her dad?"

Casey stared at him for a second. "To be a detective, you haven't got a damn clue," Casey told him. "Get out of my office."

Chuck turned and headed toward his desk. "Miss Walker," Chuck began, and then paused. "What do I call you?"

"Sarah Walker is my name now," Sarah told him. "I need your help detective."

"Well, hopefully I can help more than I did last time."

"While you did a fine job last time, I hope you can help me as well," Sarah said. "May I sit?" she gestured toward the chair beside his desk. He nodded, and they both sat down. "See, I was really low a few days ago, and this amazing man told me how doing the thing I loved brought him joy."

"Amazing man?" Chuck asked, his eyes widening.

"Mmmhmm," Sarah hummed. "And, he did it when I was at a very low point." She paused and leaned forward. "Do you know what he did?" Chuck shook his head. "He made the entire conversation about telling me how much what I did mean to him. Do you know how many men in my life have done that?" Chuck shook his head again. "He's the first."

"So, why do you want to find him?" Chuck asked.

"Because, I think I'm done with wrestling for a bit, and I'd like to try real life." She paused, her eyes locked with his. "All I've done is be a con man's daughter and a wrestler. I have no idea how to be just a regular person."

"And you think he can help you with that?" Chuck asked. Sarah nodded. Chuck grinned. "Okay, you're talking about me, right?"

"Yes, Detective Bartowski, I am," Sarah replied. "Or, do you prefer Chuck?"

"Whatever you want to call me," Chuck muttered, before he could stop himself. "So, how do you see this working?"

"How about we go out to dinner?" Sarah offered.

"That sounds suspiciously like a date," Chuck pointed out.

"Wow, you are a good detective," she said with a straight face. He gave her a flat look and she burst out laughing. "So, Chuck, want to go out with me?"

A/N: I think I can still do this. Oh, she absolutely went out with him. Many times. Many, many times. Probably married and has kids that wrestle with each other…fine, they are. Take care folks.