Tell him if he hurts you, I'll kick his ass. p.s. Please don't actually tell him that. He still scares the shit out of me.

Sarah ends up helping with food prep. Not kitchen stuff exactly, more like: Sarah can apparently break a chicken's neck like nobody's business. (And somehow that doesn't draw attention? He maybe rolls his eyes the first time she does it.)

Hello, future victims of Chuck Bartowski! Do not be afraid, I brought you beer to help you deal with your inevitable shame.

"Yeah," Ellie says, her voice a half-whisper. "That's always been my job." She bites her lip for a second, then carefully closes the last folder, the one with Bryce Larkin's unsmiling face on top. "Can you," she starts, and then clears her throat. "Can you give me a ride over to Chuck and Sarah's apartment?"

"Christ." It's Casey, and all the wonder Chuck feels is in his voice. "Sarah."

He's not gonna lie; he's thought about this before. A lot. A lot. Who wouldn't?