I do not own Chuck. I got some good reviews. Kopier, your idea of Chuck being shot to protect Sarah was actually one of my thoughts of how to end it. I don't think I can use it now, though. Kkalyk327, what isn't a cliché happy ending? I'll try not to let them go riding off into the sunset together on a horse, if that is what you mean. Just kidding.

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"How…?" I am flabbergasted that she escaped from the cell.

"Don't even think about it Major Casey!" Forrest warns Casey, knowing how his mind works because both of their minds work so alike.

"Well, it's hard not to think about it now," I let slip out trying to calm myself with a joke.

Casey reluctantly drops his gun to the ground and kicks it towards Forrest. Sarah didn't have a gun on her because she was off-duty while in Burbank. I am not quite smart enough to carry a gun with me at all times. We all stand there with our arms raised. Casey looks annoyed and angry. Sarah looks tired and furious. I am about to make a girly scream in fear. Sarah steps in front of me to protect me.

"Don't worry," I whisper to her and step in front of her. I need to step up and be a man; Sarah's man. I step in front of her knowing Forrest won't shoot at me. Sarah looks a little shocked, but grateful and happy. She knows I am right. I am too important to harm.

"I'm not letting you shoot anyone!" I tell Forrest with full determination.

"That is only a last resort," Forrest explains while motioning for us to go to a cell.

"How could you do this?" I ask Beckman through the conference feed.

"I did what was necessary," Beckman defends her decision. "Take them into the cell." Forrest tries to force us into the cell.

"I'm not going anywhere!" I know there is no way she would shoot me. This is the perfect opportunity to show my bravery to Sarah and Casey. I walk towards Forrest carefully. I don't know if I can trust her to not shoot at Casey or Sarah to threaten me.

"Chuck?" Sarah asks confused by what I am doing. She sounds fearful.

"Don't freak out," I whisper to her as I continue to close the gap between Forrest and I.

"Bartowski! You are disobeying a direct order!" I hear Beckman yelling at me, but I tune it out. After everything she has done to me, how could I not? I creep closer. I can barely hear Beckman anymore. "Chuck!" she yells my name a few times, but I don't care.

I step closer and closer until I am less than five feet away. "Take him out," Beckman orders with some aggravation in her voice. Does that mean I am about to be shot? I am now scared what Beckman means by that. I cannot give up now.

I lay my hand upon Forrest's armed handgun. Please don't blow my finger off like Jim Carrey in Me, Myself, and Irene. That is all I could think about as my thumb lays against the barrel. Forrest immediately knocks my hand down with her free hand. I cower in fear and instinctually throw a punch. Forrest grabs my arm, pulls it over her shoulder and elbows me in the teeth.

"Chuck!" I hear Sarah yell as the butt end of Forrest's pistol smacks me in the cheek. I fall to the ground barely conscious. At least I didn't lose my thumb.

I feel my blood boil as Sarah drops to her knees to my aid. She lays my head over her lap and whispers softly, "Chuck. Please be okay." I cannot help to spit up a little blood and a tooth. Sarah acts so nonchalant about a tooth and blood. She wipes the blood away like it was no problem at all.

I look up at her. She is so beautiful. I cannot help to think this is a good situation if I am staring her in the eyes. Her eyes are red and teary. She looks so sad.

"What's wrong?" I ask sincerely, not realizing how much it hurts to open my mouth. She cannot help but smile at my pathetic try at consoling her. I'm the one who needs to be consoled. I just couldn't help myself. I love to see her smiling.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sarah asks frustrated at Forrest.

"Get in the cell," Forrest stays calm and collected, with just a hint of annoyance in her voice.

The cell door closes and we are all locked in. It is not very roomy. There is only a bench on both sides. I wonder when I'm thrown into a bunker, if I could get a nice two bed, two bath bunker. Jokes may be the only thing keeping me from going insane right now. I feel very disappointed that I finally have Sarah back and we're stuck in a damn jail cell. We all feel a little depressed, but mostly betrayed and furious that we are trapped.

"Are you alright?" Sarah asks me sincerely and worried.

"Yea… Obviously not my smartest plan," Sarah hugs me deeply. I feel so relieved to have Sarah back. Casey grunts, looking at the sight of us hugging intensely. It just is never this passionate without a Casey grunt of disgust. "I guess that was what Beckman meant by 'take him out.'"

"Thank you for bringing him back," Sarah thanks Casey sincerely. I wonder what she's thinking, possibly a way out of here or how the rest of her life is going to go. She was never someone who planned that far ahead though.

"A bit pointless now. We'll probably be locked up for treason and he'll be thrown into a bunker for the rest of our lives," Casey sends chills down my body. I think that I will never let them use me again if they do that.

"Thanks for lightening the mood," I joke, knowing it is the only way to deny my depression, although I feel it is inevitable.

Casey grunts at my joke and explains to Sarah, "Plus, I didn't do it for you. I did it to keep my sanity," Casey would never admit to helping someone in such a manner.

"A bit of a matchmaker, wouldn't you say?" I joke to Sarah. She smiles and makes our situation feel like a dream for those few seconds before I am thrown back into reality. Casey grunts loudly and I cannot help but think that makes it more hilarious.

"I'll kill you, Bartowski!" Casey threatens in embarrassment of having human feelings, although it is a pointless threat.

"I wish there was a way out of here," Sarah says under her breath.

"Well, I did read the manual," I joke hopefully. Sarah and Casey both look at me in unison. I honestly don't know if I'll be able to get us out of her. I might have just made Sarah and Casey angrier for giving them false hope. "I think ther—"

"I'm sorry I had to detain you, but I cannot let the asset be compromised," Beckman's voice over the P.A. system cuts me off.

"Can you hear us?" I ask sheepishly.

"Yes, Bartowski!" Beckman's answer is fierce.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask not even sure what I am talking about specifically. Either the whole locking us up or not letting me be with Sarah; maybe even both.

"I need you to work at full capacity," Beckman explains over the system.

"I will work fine as long as you let me be with Sarah!" I yell back in annoyance and hope. "I was doing my job perfectly well, before you forced her to leave!" I'm not sure if she can see us, so I look around, talking to the ceiling.

"I will not have my agents consort with each other!" Beckman tries to clear the air. I just think: Wow, she called me an agent.

"I don't see why we can't," Sarah thinks out loud.

"It causes you to not think like a spy when you need to," Beckman explains.

"It can also be beneficial to have a personal relationship," I inform Beckman.

"How so?" Beckman just wants to be amused.

"Well, Sarah helped me land the helicopter when Zarnow kidnapped me," I suggest awkwardly. I didn't think about it, but that was only like my third day of knowing Sarah. Even though I knew from the first sight, she was the perfect woman.

"You only knew each other for a few days!" Beckman's patience is being tested.

"Uh, Morgan distracted Colt so I could steal the cipher," I think of the first mission that popped in my head.

"If I'm not mistaken, you were then dropped off a rooftop," Beckman scoffs. I kind of left that part out on purpose. Damn, she has one hell of a memory.

"Ok, fair enough. But what about when I found the counterfeit plates that Lon Kirk was making?" I feel like this is the one. "If Morgan wasn't my best friend, then I would have never noticed the crate from the picture he sent me," I try to act confident.

There is pure silence over the P.A. system. I look at Sarah, who looks very hopeful. Casey just looks annoyed like usual.

"Oh and if I didn't save Sarah and Casey from the Triads, then they could have endangered this nation!" I only really went back because I was already in love with Sarah and Casey has grown to be a friend, of sorts. "I even got Mei-Ling to defect and give us some of her government's secrets," I feel like I have satisfied my position and am ready for Beckman's response.

"Those missions didn't go according to plan, but you were ultimately successful," Beckman says through clenched teeth. I can tell she just admitted that I am right without her saying it directly.

"Does that mean yes?" I ask high-pitched and almost giddy.

"I cannot believe I am going to say this," Beckman reluctantly states. I just keep saying yes over and over in my head. "You will comply with my rules," Beckman agrees without saying yes.

Sarah kisses me on the lips passionately and hard. I cannot help but smile for what seems like the first time in forever.

"Forrest will stay to evaluate your relationship to make sure it doesn't hinder your abilities," Beckman starts laying down the law; Beckman's law.

"That sounds reasonable," I show my approval.

"Anything that gets me out of this cell is reasonable," Casey says under his breath and grunts to finish it off.

The doors slide open. I feel relieved that Sarah gets to stay as my handler.

"Well, we got team Bartowski back!" I cheer happily. Sarah smiles as Casey grunts in annoyance. I can just imagine him thinking, great I got to deal with the nerd again. Although he did help me get out of my funk.

I hold Sarah tight, never wanting to release her. We walk to the center of Castle, accidentally startling Agent Forrest. She pulls out her handgun and aims it at us.

"Freeze!" Forrest shrieks.

"Whoa!" I jump in fear. We all stop dead in our tracks. "Beckman just released us," I explain as coherently as possible.

"I wasn't informed," Forrest stays persistent.

"You would be dead if I escaped," Casey informs in almost a threat to convince her to lower her weapon.

"Stand down, Agent Forrest," Beckman's face appears on the screen.

"Yes, ma'am," Forrest complies and after a brief pause, lowers her weapon.

"That was close," I exhale tiredly.

"You will stay to assess the situation with the asset until I deem it unnecessary," Beckman explains to Forrest. I still dislike being called the asset or the Intersect. At least Casey calls me Bartowski, like Big Mike does.

"Yes, ma'am," Forrest complies and Beckman's face dematerializes. Forrest turns around to face the three of us. "I am sorry for the face," she actually sounds a little sympathetic. I actually haven't seen how bad it looks yet.

"No problem, just doing your mission," I cannot be angry with her, even though she did kidnap Sarah.

"I am sorry for taking you against your will," Forrest wants to clear any bad blood that may have brewed between anyone. I actually am afraid Sarah might not forgive her for hitting me or kidnapping her.

"I understand," she says simply, but sincerely.

"So… do you go by the name Forrest or Alex?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, I like Forrest more," she decides, wanting to keep it professional; like Casey.

"Sounds good to me. It is a pleasure to work with you, Forrest," I shake her hand formally as she shakes Sarah and Casey's hands after mine.

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I step into the front door of my apartment with Sarah under my arm. Ellie is standing in the kitchen area, making dinner.

"Ellie, I am back to normal," I sheepishly state. "At least as normal as I'll ever get," I joke happily.

"Oh my god! I knew you would get my brother back!" Ellie sprints towards us. She hugs us both aggressively. "It is so nice to have my brother back!"

"It's nice to be back," I revel in the happiness Ellie is exuding. Devon walks in, not quite sure of the reason for us hugging.

"Group hug?" He asks rhetorically. He joins in and hugs all of us for a second before letting go. "Awesome…" He lets out as he steps into his room to change out of his scrubs.

"There is one last person I need to talk to," I say knowing how much I must have hurt him. Ellie finally releases us from her clutches.

"Go ahead," she reluctantly, but happily says. She knows who I am going to see. "I got some catching up to do with Sarah. For starters, I would like my dress back," Ellie asked in a joking manner.

"Oh, yea," Sarah actually looked a little embarrassed.

"Thank you," I say to Ellie as I kiss Sarah on the lips and run out the door.

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"Morgan!" I yell as I step into the Buymore. I look around for him. I see him with a costumer. I sprint to him and grab him by his underarms and lift him.

"Morgan, I missed you so much, buddy!" I happily confess before putting him down.

"What?" He looks stunned by my over-excitement.

"I'm sorry," I state to the costumer as I look back at Morgan. "I am down to play Call of Duty anytime!"

"Did you get back with Sarah?" Morgan asks, while straightening his Buymore polo. He is still confused.

"Yes, and I am sorry for being such a douche lately," I confess with love and happiness.

"Well, douche is a strong word," Morgan always gets my back, even if I am besmirching myself.

"No, not strong enough, but I am back and I just had to say sorry to my best friend in the world," I joke happily. "You're coming over for dinner tonight. Ellie is making her your favorite, meatloaf!" Morgan smiles happily as I turn around to leave.

"Where are you going?" Morgan asks.

"There is one more thing left to do," I state confidently. I leave the Buymore in a hurry.

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I get back home. Sarah is talking with Ellie on the couch. They are probably talking about me. I can just imagine it being Ellie graciously saying thank you to Sarah. Then, Sarah says how much she loves me and loves her. At least that is how it is going in my mind. I'd rather not interrupt them but I have to.

I step through the door, feeling like Superman. Ellie and Sarah both look at me happily. "I'm sorry sis, but I need to borrow Sarah for a little while," I hint a tone of seduction, but not enough to make it obvious. Sarah looks at me with soft, passionate eyes. A smile is growing on her face. I slide my hands under her and lift her into my arms.

"Stop it!" She cries in laughter. I know she doesn't want me to stop. "Let me down!" she cannot help but laugh more.

I carry her through the hallway and into my room. As I get us both inside, I kick the door closed and lay her across the bed. I cannot miss this opportunity of having control of Sarah Walker. I lay right next to her, so she can feel the heat emanating from my happiness.

I place my head directly over hers and sneak forward until my lips crash against hers. She accepts the feeling as the kiss becomes more passionate by the second. I release the kiss to say, "I've always wanted to do this." I immediately go back to kissing her.

I start to slide my hands against her back and hold her close to me. She releases the kiss this time and says, "That is such a Chuck thing." She smiles in unison with my smile as our lips press against each others again.

Sarah's legs slowly wrap around my waist as we get more intimate and passionate. My hands start vigorously sliding around her whole body from thighs to neck. I just think…

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This is the best day of my life.

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Thank you for reading my story. I didn't expect it to be more than the second chapter, but I feel I did alright. It was similar to the third season of Chuck in the way they were asked to do another six after finishing the first 13. I hope the ending was good enough for all you fiendish Chuck fans, just kidding. I hope the ending wasn't too cliché for you, Kkalyk327.

Thank you, and please review so I feel awesome inside.