A/N: HELLLOOOO!

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

She watched the tall man look around the room, seeming to be out of his depth. Since stepping down as a CIA agent, Sarah had wanted a normal life, and now she had one. She now had a nine-to-five job, studying intel, listening to recordings, and just being a good old fashioned office worker. The pay was…eh, but she wasn't getting shot at, she wasn't risking her life every time she went on a mission, and she wasn't having to deal with men like Bryce.

Well, the last part…there were men like Bryce everywhere. What she did miss was the many clubs she had experienced over the years, so when she saw that the local community center needed dance instructors, she signed up. She had been teaching this class for three weeks, and had a good group. People would come for a class, or some would come for all the classes.

She noticed him when he walked into the class that evening, alone. It wasn't unusual for people to come alone, but they usually found a dance partner quickly. This man…did that say Chuck on his name tag? She didn't know they made Chuck's anymore. She sighed, and looked around. There was no one for him to dance with. Well, that wasn't true, there was no student for him to dance with.

She looked around to make sure all the couples dancing were doing so correctly, took a deep breath, plastered on the smile she learned in the CIA and walked over to him. "Hi, I'm Sarah. The instructor."

"Hi," the man responded. "Is this a couples class? It is, isn't it? I'm sorry, I should have known, but I saw the sign for Salsa dancing and I wanted to…you know what, this is a mistake, I'm sorry."

Sarah was trying to work out everything he was saying, which at the rapid speed he was saying it was making it nearly impossible. By the time she had processed everything, he had turned and was leaving. "Wait a minute, why did you want to learn Salsa?"

The man turned around, a sad look on his face. "I didn't know how to dance, and that's why she broke up with me," he said. With that, he turned and left. Sarah couldn't move, stunned by what she had heard. What woman would break up with someone for not knowing how to dance? She had so many questions, but he was gone.

"You stepped on my foot!" she heard one of the dancers yell. She spun and headed toward the commotion, trying to push the meeting with the tall curly headed man that may have been named Chuck out of her head. As she helped the couple with her footwork, she realized while she had pushed Chuck out of her immediate thoughts, she hadn't completely, pushed him out of her mind.

}o{

She locked up the dance studio, and headed toward the common room of the community center. "Thank you, Mr. Chuck," the small boy said.

"It's no problem, Sammy," the man she thought was Chuck said to a little boy that was standing there with his mother. "Next time, don't try and fix her phone, just come get me."

Sarah looked over at the hallway she never went down. She knew there was a computer literacy class down there, and some guy who fixed electronics for people in the community. That would explain how he had heard about her class.

"That you again, Chuck," the mother said to him. Sarah could hear the relief in her voice.

"Any time, Sandy," Chuck said. He watched them walk away as Sarah walked up beside him. Chuck didn't notice her.

"Did you fix her phone?" Sarah asked. Chuck nearly jumped out of his skin, surprised that she was beside him. "Sorry," she said sheepishly.

"Don't be, I can be very jumpy," Chuck told her. "Yeah, I come here once a week to help out. A friend from work came today to cover my class so I could go learn to dance, but I realized…" he trailed off, and gave a heavy sigh. "Anyway, sorry about earlier."

"There's nothing to appologize for," Sarah began.

"I mean, me learning to dance know isn't going to win her back, and frankly, if I try and win her back, my sister, Ellie, and my best friend, Morgan, might have me committed. They both don't like her," Chuck continued, unable to stop spiraling.

"I see," Sarah said.

"I never want to say someone hates someone else, but I'm pretty sure Ellie and Morgan hate her," Chuck continued.

"Chuck, breathe," Sarah said. Chuck blew out a breath and shut his eyes. "Hey, no need to be embarrassed."

"I'm not, not really," Chuck said, looking at her. "It's just…" He stopped. "Nope, I'm not going to do this to you."

"Not do what?" Sarah asked.

"Tell you about Jill and I, because you're just an innocent by-stander, who is giving her time, teaching people how to dance, which is such a gift," Chuck began.

"Wait, teaching dancing is a gift?" Sarah asked.
Chuck looked at her like she was crazy. "Of course it is," Chuck replied. "I mean, there are so many guys out there who just…they don't want to dance because of….society. They think they shouldn't, who the hell knows why. But to hold someone you care about in your arms, as the two of you trust each other, and trust me, you'd have to trust me not to step on your feet."

Sarah giggled at that.

"Sorry, probably used the word trust too much in a sentence there," Chuck said. Sarah cocked her head, a grin on her face. "What?"

"Want to go have coffee, and you get all of this out that you have bottled up inside?" Sarah asked. "And according to you, I have to be trustworthy to do all the dancing I do."

Chuck smiled at her. "Honestly, that's the best offer I've had all night."

}o{

She kept glancing at the door of her class. She knew he wouldn't come in here, but after her three hours with him at the coffee shop the week before….she really hoped he did.

They sat, and Chuck told her how him not knowing the man's part to a Salsa dance was apparently the last straw for Jill. Chuck had learned how to dance from his brother-in-law, but had learned the woman's part.

Sarah had asked him why Jill just hadn't led the dance, since she knew it, and Chuck said that was the problem. He told her what had happened to him at Stanford, and how he had gotten kicked out of school. Since then, he had struggled, mentally and emotionally.

Sarah had done some research when he said the name Bryce, and sure enough, it was the same Bryce Larkin that had once been her partner/boyfriend/jerk-she-never-wanted-to-see-again-which-shouldn't-be-a-problem-since-he-was-dead.

She encouraged him to come back to class, but he told her that leaving Morgan alone with fixing things…that was a bad idea. As they talked, Sarah found herself having more fun than she had in a long time. She also began to formulate a plan, to solve his problem.

}o{

"Psst, Chuck," Sarah said. Chuck was waiting in the common area, looking nervous. She didn't know why, but she hoped it was because he was wanting to see her and thought he had missed her.

"Why are we whispering?" Chuck asked. She jerked her head toward her studio door, for him to come that way. Chuck walked down the hallway, entered the studio, and she locked the door behind him. His eyes went wide. "That's not scary in the least. Nope. It really doesn't give off murder vibes."

"You watch too much TV," Sarah said, chuckling. "So, wanna learn how to dance?"

"I mean, I do, but my class," Chuck began.

"What are you doing right now?" Sarah asked. Chuck was a little stunned by that. She held out her hand, and he took it. "Now, begin with your feet together." Chuck looked down at his feet, making sure they were together, and then looked back up at Sarah. "On beat one, step forward with your left foot." She paused. "Are you okay if I lead?"

"Absolutely," Chuck told her.

A/N: Thanks for reading.