Disclaimer: Once again, and as always, I don't own Chuck. Just so you know.

A/N: So this is a little idea that's been kicking around in my head for some time. What exactly happens when Sarah goes over her limit? What does she do with herself when Chuck isn't plowing her nightly? How does she keep busy? That's what this fic is going to explore. This first chapter is just the prologue to kind of set the stage for what's to come. This takes place between chapters 2 and 3 of MXPW's Adorable Psycho vs. The Nine Months. He also helped me out with this one, as he always does, because he's just a super awesome guy. Also, I have to go out of town for the weekend for (hopefully) my last National Guard drill weekend, so I won't be writing during that time. When I get back, I hope the updates come to me quickly, as I hate to keep you guys hanging, haha. Alright, I'll shut up now, and I hope you enjoy the prologue, and please review. Thanks!

Adorable Psycho's Over the Limit Chapter 1: Prologue

She'd tried to lie once to get out of it. Not that she was proud of keeping secrets from her man, but at the time, it had seemed like a great idea. And it was easy! It wasn't like it was a lie that would hurt Chuck. He'd be none the wiser and she could go on to enjoy another week of sexually satisfied bliss.

But when she tried it, it blew up in her face. She'd only gone over her limit by one that week, and honestly, one of them had been a mistake! She really didn't mean to kill the waitress that spilled wine in her lap. It had been completely reactionary. And sometimes, not often, but sometimes, Chuck let her off with things like that.

But of course, she tried to lie her way out of it, and it worked for about four days before the truth came out. And when Chuck found out that she'd been dishonest with him, he'd been so angry. She'd never seen him like that before. He yelled at her for betraying his trust in her, and he told her how much she'd hurt him. Then, he wouldn't even talk with her for the maximum punishment of nine days. It was the worst nine days of Sarah's life.

Usually, Chuck would let her off after five days, and even then, he'd still hang out with her. He'd still sleep next to her. So even though she'd be very sexually frustrated during her "cooling off periods" (as Chuck called them), she'd still have him close to her. She'd still know that he loved her.

But when she tried to cover up her discretions, he'd left her all alone, and honestly, she'd feared that he'd finally wised up and left her for good. Every night during those nine days, she'd cried herself to sleep, and every day, she'd hoped that he would come back and say that everything was going to be all right.

When he finally came back home, he'd explained to her how much it hurt that she couldn't be upfront with him, and that she thought that he was so stupid that he'd never find out. He'd said that if their relationship was going to work, that she had to be honest with him, and that he'd always be honest with her.

That was a talk that Sarah took to heart. The last thing she could afford was to lose Chuck. Not now. Not ever. So after that, no matter how much she knew she'd miss his touch while on punishment, she always told him when she went over her limit.

That's why she was so pissed off with herself now. She'd wasted her kills for the week. The first two had come on Saturday, when some Jehovah's Witnesses had come knocking at 7 AM. Not that the early visit wouldn't have been enough to piss her off to start with, but this time, it just so happened that they'd interrupted Chuck giving her a very, very pleasant wake-up call of his own. With his tongue.

So when she had to climb out of bed without being fully satisfied, only to find that her early morning callers didn't have a national security emergency, she'd snapped. Their necks. Both of them.

Even then, she still had one kill to go over the next six days, which should have been enough. But no, then Big Mike had to go and hire not one, but TWO new sales girls. Two new hot, brunette sales girls. Two fresh out of college, struggling to find money, but still insanely hot brunette sales girls. And they were both just Chuck's type: brunette, and hot, and kind of skanky, but maybe that was their hair talking.

Sarah knew that although she wasn't really showing yet, that her pregnancy had made her body softer. And while Chuck seemed to appreciate the added cargo she was carrying in her bra, she just wasn't up to her own personal fitness standards anymore. And then two hard bodied little brown haired sluts had to come into the picture.

She couldn't kill them both. Well, she could. Quite easily, in fact. But she couldn't do it if she wanted her sex life to remain intact for the next five days. Of course, she could always just kill one of them, and then use that to scare the other away. But that was too risky. If one of them saw her kill, or knew that she'd killed, she might have to kill the other one to cover it up.

No, her best course of action seemed to be trying to scare them away. So that's what she planned to do. She was still scary. She could still make them run for the hills.

Only her plan didn't go to form. She confronted the two new girls (Skanky and Skankella as she'd dubbed them in her head) as they were enjoying their lunch break at Sbarro.

"So you're the two new green shirts?" Sarah asked, unable to hide the venom from her question.

"Um, yeah, and I guess you're the yogurt girl," one of them observed.

"I am," Sarah answered. "But I'm not here for introductions. I'm here to issue a warning." They both looked at her strangely. "Stay away from Chuck," she said dangerously.

"Chuck?" one of them asked. "Oh, you mean the really cute Nerd Herder?"

"That's exactly who I'm talking about!" Sarah answered harshly. "He's my man, and you need to – need to make sure you stay away from him."

The women seemed to contemplate Sarah's demand for a moment. Then one of them finally spoke. "You know, I hadn't even considered making a move on Chuck, but now that you bring it up…"

"Don't!" Sarah said sternly.

"Oh, and sweetie," the girl continued, "if you want keep your guy, you might want to switch to the low-fat fro-yo. If your ass wasn't so flabby, maybe you wouldn't have to worry about Chuck stepping out on you."

Both women broke into hysterics at the snide little comment, causing Sarah's face to turn red with embarrassment and rage. It was generally a good idea to avoid pissing Sarah off. When she was pregnant, that was even more the case. And so it was that with their little joke, and with their laughing at her, both women had crossed that invisible line.

It wasn't until Sarah had finished depositing both bodies into her personal crematorium in Castle (an engagement gift from Casey), that the gravity of the situation really took root. She'd once again let her anger get the best of her. She'd once again killed without thought. She'd once again gone over the limit.

Next time: Sarah's gone over her limit. How will she spend her time during her forced celibacy? Day 1.

A/N: Just a quick note. Starting next chapter, when we explore Sarah's days, it will switch to a first person narrative, kind of like Sarah's diary during her time of not getting plowed. I hope it will turn out as well as I've envisioned. Anyway, thank you for taking the time to read, and I look forward to your feedback. You guys are awesome. Peace.