A/N: Roan and a retirement home. What more do I need to say?

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Chuck was watching in horror. Before him was the scariest thing he thought he had ever seen in his life.

Everybody…. yeaaahh

Rock your body… yeah….

"Someone is gonna break a hip," he muttered.

"That's not 'til Roan gets them back to their room," Sarah replied. Chuck turned toward her slowly, his eyes wide. "What? You know I'm right." Chuck turned back to see all of the residents of Shady Acres gyrating things on the dance floor that he didn't know could be gyrated at that age.

}o{

Earlier

"He's been in there how many days?" Chuck asked, his eyes widening.

"Three," Casey replied. "I'm wondering how many STDs have been spread in the meantime." Beckman gave him a look, and Casey looked away.

"We know how you feel about failing his class, Colonel," Beckman said, irritation dripping from her voice. "I've been assured by Agent Montgomery that he is not participating in such activities." She shook her head. "Those places are thirst traps."

"Is she saying that wrong?" Chuck asked softly, leaning over to Sarah.

"I think it's nice that older people are still enjoying themselves in their later years," Sarah replied.

"I expected that from Carina," Chuck muttered, straightening, but amused.

"Mr. Bartowski, it's your show," Beckman said to him. "Just be you, Chuck." With that, she signed off.

Chuck stood there, feeling all eyes on him. He swallowed, nerves hitting him, then he felt a hand slip into his… Sarah's. "Okay," he said, his mind clearing. "You all know the drill, any questions?"

"If there's any really hot guys there that want to-" Carina began.

"We're on a mission, Miller," Chuck said, before she could finish. She grinned at him. "What you do afterward, I don't want to know about." The tension in the room broke.

"You sure, those old guys know some tricks," Carina said with a shrug. Everyone made an "Ewwwww," sound. "What?"

}o{

Now

"I hope I can dance like that when I'm her age," Sarah muttered, watching a woman dancing with Roan.

"I hope I can dance like that now," Carina countered, making Sarah and Chuck snort with laughter. "I see the guy with Ratner. I'm going to follow him, and try to get this bug placed."

"Go," Chuck told her. "I'm going to stand here and… watch this train wreck." Carina slipped away, she and Zondra prepared to tail their mark.

Chuck and Sarah stood there, as he tried to figure out what to do, if anything, and she kept an eye on him. "Jenny? Jenny Burton?" they heard behind them. Sarah's eyes went wide as she turned around. "It is you!"

"Hi, Heather," Sarah said, seeing the woman behind her. "It's been… years!"

"It has, and who is this? Did you finally find someone?"

Chuck looked at Heather, barely hiding the contempt he felt at that moment. "Did she finally find someone?" he asked. He felt Sarah looking at him, but he kept going, and gushing like he thought any man would that was lucky enough to be married to Sarah Walker. "I finally met her!" He held his hand out. "Hi, Chuck Walker, Sarah's husband. And you are?"

"Heather Chandler," she replied.

"Never heard of you, but so nice to meet you," he said, with a fake smile. He felt Sarah beaming at him. "What is it you do?"

"I'm married to Mark," she said, as if that explained it all.

"Oh," Chuck replied. "I see." Chuck turned to Sarah, and gave her a sheepish grin. "She won't tell you, but she runs Walker Reclamations. She's been around the world, finding anything from lost art to lost people, and when something's stolen online, she lets me help." He turned to Sarah, flashing her the biggest smile he had. "Pretty safe to say I stan the hell out of her."

"Sweetie, you're embarrassing me," Sarah said, in a tone that said yes, he really was embarrassing her.

"So good to see you," Heather said. "I really need to find Mark," and with that, she fled.

"What the hell did you just do?" Sarah said through gritted teeth, all while smiling. "She's going to tell everyone."

"Good," Chuck replied, taking a sip of his drink. "That will help our cover."

"Chuck, there is no Walker Reclamations!" Chuck just turned to her, slowly. "Chuck?"

"Or is there?" he asked, grinning. She pulled out her phone with a huff, and googled the name. Her jaw dropped at the website she found. She flashed him a look as he was watching her over his drink.

She went back to her phone and scrolled through the website. This was good… damn good. "Chuck… why?"

"Casey mentioned to me that you might have gone to high school with her, and apparently you said it in such a way that Casey may have felt that it wasn't the best experience," Chuck began. She gave him a soft smile. "Sarah, I've told you my shitty high school experience, and I'm not asking for yours. But I know the pain it can hold. So… I might have made our cover stronger, all while rubbing it in the face of someone who might have been a head cheerleader and who rubbed her big high school moments in someone's face." He looked up and saw Heather with a man about her age, heading back toward them. "Here they come," he said in a low voice.

Her hands caught the side of his face gently, but firmly, as she pulled him to her, her lips hitting his. At first it was timid, but after a split second he felt her tongue touch his lips, and his parted. He thought he would moan out loud, as her tongue swept his mouth and he felt his hands on her waist pulling her closer.

"AHEM!" came a noise beside them, and they pulled their faces apart, but not their hands. Sarah turned, her right arm slipping around him, her left hand on his chest. "Chuck, Jenny, this is my husband, Mark."

"Nice to meet you, Mark," Chuck said, extending his hand. "Her name is Sarah now," Chuck said. "She changed it."

"Oh, because of Daddy," Heather said, derision filling her voice.

"One of the reasons she started her company," Chuck said, giving Sarah a look of admiration. He turned back to the couple. "She's doing her best to right his wrongs. I keep telling her that her father's sins aren't hers, but her heart… it's just so big… I guess it's the thing I fell in love most with. How much she helps those that need it." He turned toward her again. "She's my emotional rock, and I just don't know what I'd do without her."

"You already got the girl, you nerd," Sarah said with a wink. Chuck gave her a smile and then they remembered where they were and looked over at the couple across from them. "Mark, how have you been?"

"Good," he squeaked. Sweat was pouring off him.

"Are you okay?" Chuck asked. Marc nodded quickly.

Chuck glanced up to see the man Ratner had been with earlier, and scanned the crowd for Carina and Zondra. He saw them, and their faces were grim. There were a couple of big guys with the guy that had been talking to Ratner. "Are you kidding me," he muttered.

"What's that babe?" Sarah asked.

"This song," Chuck replied, trying to get it together. He groaned inside; it was Believe by Cher. "The DJ is big on the 90s."

"This was really popular in high school," Heather said, grabbing Mark's hand and dragging him toward the dance floor.

"Dance with me?" Sarah asked.

"I'd love to, and I haven't since 8th grade when Shelly Rhinderson dumped me at the 8th grade dance. But there are two very big guys coming this way, with the guy that was taking to Marc," Chuck said. Sarah glanced over and saw them.

"Got it," she said, walking over and getting a drink from the table. Chuck watched Mark, who was pleading with his wife about something. Chuck was pretty sure he was trying to get her to leave, ASAP.

"Comm active," he said, bringing the comms to life through voice activation. "Bryce, we seem to have a problem here."

"Probably do," Bryce replied. "According to what I am finding on Mark's corporate servers, the prototype was not finished on time."

"Shit," Chuck muttered. "Overwatch, suggestions?"

"If we interfere, they will know we're on to them," Mary said. "The book says let Ratner take his beating or whatever is coming to him. You're in charge, Chuck. What's your call?"

"You're linked in to everyone, Chuck, it's your call," Bryce said. He felt the eyes of his entire team on him. He rubbed his hands on his pants, knowing that either way, he was going to face consequences. "Chuck?"

Chuck locked eyes with Sarah and she did the one thing he never expected. She winked at him. A slow grin began to grow on his face. "Carina, Z, can you subdue those two?"

"Not a problem," Zondra replied. "And you don't get to call me Z."

"Bryce, how quickly can you get a transport here for these three."

"Five minutes," Bryce replied. Chuck could hear the smile in his voice.

"I got the guy tailing Ratner," Sarah said before he could ask. "So, Chuck, what's it gonna be?"

"Save Ratner," Chuck said. "No one else dies if we can help it."

He heard the grunt of respect from Casey. He saw the smirk on Carina's face. He turned his head and saw the smile on Sarah's.

"Good job, son," he heard his mother say.

}o{

Chuck watched Ratner and his wife, having no idea that they were just saved from danger. Carina and Zondra had put guns in the goons' ribs, and had walked them outside, where they were quietly subdued. Sarah had gotten close to the man tailing Ratner. She threw her drink, making a startled noise as she turned and slapped the taste out of the man's mouth, making it appear he had pinched her on the backside. He started to speak, but she kicked him in the groin for good measure, thereby ensuring no speaking would happen. Casey left his post, and played "bouncer" for a second.

All three men were loaded up into a transport and sent back to Castle, the residents unaware of what had happened. "You did the right thing, Buddy," Bryce said over comms. "Hey, it's just me and you on here, and your mom told me what you said about being too close."

"I'm sorry, Bryce-" Chuck began.

"Do you think your mom and I sucked that bad at our job?" Bryce asked, cutting in.

"What? No! You two are amazing!"

"Then if we're so good, how did we miss two enemy agents infiltrating us?" Chuck started to answer, but couldn't. "The answer is, they fooled us all."

"How do we know it's not going to happen again?" Chuck asked.

"We don't," Bryce replied. "The only way we stay safe is to hide, in Castle."

"But we can't do that," Chuck argued. "That's… that's…"

"Giving up?" Bryce offered.

Chuck was silent for a moment. "Is this about Amy and Bennett?"

"What else would it be about, Chuck?" There was a silence on the line. A comfortable silence of two friends. "Is there something else you think it might be about?"

"Jill," he said softly.

"No, Chuck. This isn't about Jill. This is about you," Bryce replied. "The past few years have had nothing to do with Jill Roberts. It has to do with Chuck Bartowski playing it safe, and not getting hurt."

"Bryce, if I go out there…" Chuck stopped talking and let out a huge sigh. "Bryce, how do I know I won't get hurt?"

"You don't," came the reply he knew was coming. "But what if you don't?"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying enjoy yourself, Chuck," Bryce said with exasperation. "We all see you two, and how you are together, so… be you. And if she's really into you… if she's really what you think she is, then you have something special."

"And if she's not?" Chuck stood there, watching her walk toward him. "If I'm wrong… again?"

"Then your friends are here," Bryce replied. "Switching off comms."

"Hey," Sarah said, grinning at him. "About earlier…"

"What earlier?" Chuck asked. "The cover kiss, the dancing?"

"What cover kiss?" Sarah asked. Chuck's eyes went wide. "Never mind, I need to tell you something. I thought about how it's a shame how you were treated in 8th grade, and I think it's time we show Sally… wait, didn't you go to prom with Jill?"

"I did. But I'm trying to forget about that time in my life," Chuck replied. "It seems to have made me do stupid stuff afterwards, and I'm looking forward."

"I see," Sarah replied, a grin growing. "So, let's show Sally Rhinderson what she was missing."

Chuck nodded slowly. "Okay," he replied, trying to be cool. "Let's do this."

"Great!" Sarah said, clapping her hands together. She turned to her side, and put her arm around an older woman, pulling her in front of Chuck. "This is Ethel, and she said you have a dancer's frame. She has been wanting to dance with you all day."

"Ethel," Chuck said with a bow.

"Oh, he's cute," Ethel replied, taking Chuck by the hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. Chuck put his hands to her waist, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he jumped up a bit.

She pinched me! he mouthed. Sarah pressed her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing. She watched Chuck and Ethel dance, thinking he really did look good in the suit he was wearing.

}o{

Chuck was lying on his bed, propped up and watching TV, when he heard a knock on his door. It cracked open.

"Can I come in?" Sarah asked. Chuck scooted over on his bed, and patted the space beside him. She came over and climbed on the bed.

The three captives were in the cells of Castle, refusing to give up the location of Bennett, or speak of anything that was helpful to them.

"Thanks for helping me out today," Sarah said, bumping his shoulder with hers. "You were right about Heather. She was a first-class bitch to me in high school. Head cheerleader, popular girl, and liked to prey on the weak, which… I was."

Chuck turned to her, surprise on his face. "I have a hard time ever picturing you as weak."

"Chuck, everyone is vulnerable in high school. She was, I just didn't know it at the time." They sat in silence for a moment. "She tried to get me to date this guy, Dick Duffy."

"Wow, that's a name. I'm sure he didn't get teased for it or anything."

"No, he didn't, because he was full-grown, and there's every chance he had failed a couple of different grades over the years." Chuck snorted. "Heather told me if I went out with him, I'd be popular."

"Sarah," Chuck began softly.

"I didn't, and it didn't happen," she assured him. "But Heather made my life hell… just because."

"You know, everything I said earlier-"

"It was for the cover, I know," Sarah began.

"Actually, no. It wasn't for the cover. It is how I feel." Sarah locked eyes with him. "And, I've been saying a lot of stuff over the last few days about me and leading this team, and someone keeps showing me how wrong I am about me at every turn."

She didn't say anything for a few moments. "So, are you saying that getting close to someone isn't bad?"

"I'm saying I already have," Chuck admitted. "I'm saying I've gotten really close to someone and I don't think it was the problem I worried it was."

Sarah sat there, silent, and then she grinned at him. "So, it's Carina," she said.

"Pfffth," Chuck replied. "She only wants to get close physically, if you know what I mean."

"She wants to test those leadership skills, if you know what I mean," Sarah countered. The two laughed, and both turned toward the TV, watching the movie that was playing. Her hand slipped over and took his, and they lay there, quietly. "Chuck?"

"Hmmm?" he replied.

"What are we watching?"

"Oh for the love of Pete, woman, it's Star Wars," Chuck said, exasperated.

"How upset would you be if I told you this gave me an idea of how to handle our current predicament?" Chuck thought his head might explode.

}o{

Everyone was asleep when it happened. The power shorted out for just a moment. Tommy Delgado was lying in his cell when he saw the lights flash, and heard the click. He raced over to his cell door, and pulled it open. He carefully made his way down the hallway, and out the back entrance, where a Crown Vic was parked. He quickly hotwired the car, and took off.

"I hate you," Casey muttered to Chuck, as they watched him drive away.

"Did you get the transmitters in his food?" Chuck asked. Casey turned to him, giving him a dirty look. "Right, stupid question."

"Why let him take my car?" Casey nearly whined.

"Because you have fourteen different trackers in your car in case he finds one or two," Chuck explained.

"Fifteen," Casey muttered, turned, and headed inside.

Sarah walked up beside Chuck. "So, letting him escape with the tracker planted was a good idea?"

"It was the best. Where did you come up with such an idea?" he asked, grinning, knowing she got it from watching the Millennium Falcon escape the Death Star.

"Watching some old movie with this guy," she said shrugging.

"Good guy?"

"Seems to be, I'm fond of him," she said with a shoulder bounce, and headed back inside. Chuck stood there, a grin on his face. "Coming?" she asked, turning to him.

"Yep," he replied, and followed her inside.

A/N: Oh, Tommy, you done got played.