A/N: This fic has always been influenced by music (I mean…look at the titles of the chapters) I blame MySongStory. :) This fic chapter was supposed to be a Bryan Adams song, but not this one. But the further I went into the chapter, the more I knew, I had picked the wrong one. So, I changed it. Yes, this is the last chapter, it was never supposed to be long. I hope you've enjoyed this one, I really like using music to influence chapters. Ch 7, Everything I Do

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Okay, big question," Chuck said, looking at her from across the dinner table. It was their first dinner together in their apartment. He felt something in his chest, warm, tender, that left him with a feeling of floating. "We are the couple that shuts the bathroom door, right?"

"Not only is it shut, but turn on the faucet, the fan, and hum a little if you want," Sarah replied in all seriousness. "But that wasn't it," she said softly.

"You're not ready," he said, scrunching his nose at her.

"You have no idea what I'm ready for," she replied, an amused, but dangerous, look on her face.

Chuck reached over and took her hand in his. "Sarah, I don't know that I have to ask what I'm curious about, because… because I know the answer, but I don't know if you're ready to admit it to yourself."

She sat there quietly for a moment.

"I went too far?" he asked, his tone filled with worry.

She shook her head, and gave him a soft smile. "No, Chuck, you haven't. Maybe three months ago you would have been right, but see… I've learned something."

"Do you care to share with the rest of the class?" Chuck asked her, grinning.

"But Mr. Bartowski," she said in a voice dripping with honey.

"Oh God," he muttered.

"You've been teaching me, and I've learned I can do anything if you're with me." She watched Chuck's face soften, the smile that lit his entire face. "So, ask."

"How many kids?" She froze, and the scared look returned to her face. "See, you weren't-"

"I haven't decided," she replied, swallowing. "At least two."

Chuck stared at her, as his whole face broke out into a smile. "Two's good," he said with a nod. "You know, like Ellie and I."

"Or more," she said, bouncing a shoulder. "Wanna leave the dishes for later?" she asked, as she stood and walked toward the bedroom. Chuck swore her hips had a little more sway than normal. He nearly fell out of his chair, trying to push it back and hurry after her.

}o{

It was dark, that's all he knew. That wasn't true. There was a warm weight against him, a head tucked under his jaw, a finger drawing lazy lines on his chest. But there was something in the air, an undercurrent that he didn't like.

"Talk to me," he said softly.

"I want this," she said, emotion spilling out.

"You've got it," he replied, squeezing his arms around her tight.

"No, not yet we don't," Sarah replied. "All we have is a promise, but no guarantee of tomorrow. We have to finish this, Chuck."

"Then tell me what to do." He felt her head lift, his eyes locked with hers. "Tell me what to do, so this is us, always, forever. Us."

"We end this threat, and then… then we talk more about how many kids we want," Sarah replied.

"We?" Chuck asked.

"There are many means of communication, Chuck," she said with a grin. "And it takes two to communicate."

"It doesn't," he began, but stopped as she gave him a flat look… and then she burst out laughing.

"Cheeky, Chuck. Cheeky." She smiled at him and shook her head. "Do you have an idea?"

"We Godfather him," Chuck replied. Sarah raised her eyebrow. "We know all the communication that has been going out from where the video was played, we know all the moves to make. We hit them all at once and then force Shaw to come out into the open."

"That's… dangerous," Sarah said, biting on her lip with worry.

"It is, but is it any more dangerous than playing his game?" Sarah shook her head no. "I love you, Sarah. We're doing this for us."

Sarah nodded.

}o{

"Agent Shaw, report," Beckman said as she appeared on the monitor. She then held up a finger. "Sorry, just a moment… we've received a report in that a Ring agent was captured, and we now have the key for your box." Shaw's eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me," she said, looking at another file she was just handed. "We've now secured a potential intersect that was being built," she continued. Shaw's eyes shifted back and forth. "And it appears we've also stopped a potential assassination against you, and found a deadly toxin in a museum."

"Sounds like a busy few days, General," Chuck said, holding back the grin. "Plus, with you waving my red test, and thank you for that..." Beckman nodded. "…and us finding the laudinal, and saving Casey's family, we've had some big wins."

"You've hurt the Ring, agents. Good job."

"Why wasn't I informed of any of this?" Shaw asked, a bead of perspiration appearing on his forehead.

"Why would we tell you, since you'd just let the Ring know?" Chuck asked, turning toward him. Shaw stepped back and drew his gun.

"Out of the way, Chuck," Shaw said. Chuck reached into his pocket and popped a pill in his mouth. Shaw stared at him.

"Shaw, I will do anything for Sarah, and you need to know that. So, if you think you're going to use that gun, it will be over, and you'll be dead." Chuck held his hand out. Shaw placed his weapon in Chuck's hand, and he promptly handed the gun to Sarah. Agents appeared seemingly out of thin air, quickly cuffing Shaw, and frog-marched him away.

"You're an idiot, Bartowski! You have no emotions now, you just lost her!" Shaw yelled.

"Wait," Chuck said, emotionless. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a container of Tic Tacs, and offered one to Sarah. Shaw scowled at them. The agents led Shaw away.

"You have everything you need?" Sarah asked.

"I do," Beckman replied. "And now, I honor our deal."

Chuck and Sarah smiled.

}o{

A few days later, on a train somewhere amidst the French countryside.

"The porter mad at you?" Sarah asked, grinning at Chuck as he brought the tray back to the bed.

"Eh, who cares," Chuck replied with a shrug. "So, Mrs. Bartowski, any regrets?"

"None, Mr. Walker," Sarah replied.

"Ooooo, do I get to change my last name?" he asked, smiling. She snorted at him. "Seriously, you wait until we're married before I find this out?" She snorted again. "Did you decide yet?"

"Decide what?"

"How many kids?" he asked.

She gave him a smile that warmed every square inch of his body, and shook her head. "I kinda like the idea of us figuring that out together."

"We can do that," he replied in a low voice. "Are you… hungry?"

"Not for food," she replied with a smirk, moving the tray. Her lips quickly captured his. "I love you, Chuck."

"Love you, Sarah."

The train headed down the track, the journey just beginning.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews and PMs always appreciated.