You and Chuck were walking around the room, arms linked, Malena walking with you both. And you both now knew her secret.

"What, uh... what line of work are you in, Malena?" you asked.

" Why are you so interested, Mrs. Carmichael?"

" No reason. Just making conversation."

A woman then came running up to Chuck with a phone in her hand.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you Chuck Bartowski?"

"Who, me? No! No, I'm Carmichael."

Malena looked at Chuck raising an eyebrow.

You and Chuck can hear Morgan yelling on the phone but right now was a really bad time to find out what he wanted and you both had to ignore.

"Are you sure you're not Mr. Bartowski? Your friend insists."

" No, no, I insist. I've never heard that name in my life." Chuck said trying to remain calm. He then looked at you then back at Malena.

"We got to go. Excuse us." Chuck said turning around taking you with him when a large man stood in front of you both stopping you. Then a man came up behind Chuck and Malena behind you, both of them holding a gun to your backs.

"Why don't we head up to my room now, Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael, and find out who you two really are." Malena said as you all began to walk out of the room.

You looked over at Chuck a bit scared and he was feeling the same too. But you both had to remain calm and pray Sarah and Casey will come and find you both.

You and Chuck were now back to back, both tied to a chair with Malena and her men circling you both ready to get some answers.

"Let's start with an easy one. What are your real names?" Malena asked.

"Carmichael. Charles and Y/N Carmichael." Chuck answered.

You couldn't see but Malena picked up a knife and threw it at Chuck making it land right between his legs.

"Chuck Bartowski."

"Chuck!!" you whispered yelled.

"Sorry."

"That wasn't so hard." Malena said walking over to you. "And you miss?"

You hung your head down sighing.

"Y/N L/N."

"Ahhh. So you two aren't even married. Could of had me fooled the way you two were acting."

Malena then leaned in closer to you with another knife in hand.

"Now... before you answer my next question, I want you to think long and hard about my options here. There's the old favorite-- yank out a tooth." She said dragging the knife along your face gently." Too noisy. Cut off a toe. That's too messy."

" Far too messy." you said nodding your head quickly.

"Hey don't touch her." Chuck said angry.

Malena then looked over at Chuck and walked over to him.

"Or we can chuck you off the balcony... Chuck. Probably land face first. Teeth go through the back of your head. Not a good way to go. So... here's my question: Who do you work for?"

"No one." Chuck answered.

"Throw him over first."

The two men picked up Chuck's chair, getting ready to throw him over the balcony.

"No!! Please don't hurt him!!" you yelled.

"No, no, stop, stop! I fix computers for a living! She cooks hot dogs! I swear to god! I snuck into the party under a fake name! Please! Please put the chair down!" Chuck pleaded.

"Good-bye, Chuck." Malena said.

"No!!!" you screamed.

"No, no, no, it's a setup!" Chuck yelled.

" What is? " Malena asked.

"The painting? The painting. The painting, I think."

The two men turned Chuck back around and you breathed a sigh of relief knowing he was safe for the moment.

" I think the painting might be a fake or something." Chuck said.

"Why?"

" If you put me down I'll tell you." Malena looked at the two men and motioned for them to put him down. You smiled a little when you saw them put him down and Chuck breathe a sigh of relief.

" I saw a photo of the painting in the L.A. Times, okay? But it had a different frame. So I'm assuming somebody maybe swapped it out, I don't know. But if I were you, I would not buy that painting."

"A fake painting. And you had no intention of bidding on it? " Malena asked walking around.

"Me? Bid on... No, not unless they were selling it for 25 bucks. I mean, that's about what I have in my decorating budget."

"And you Y/N?" she said turning to you.

"Oh God no! Not my thing."

She then turned back to Chuck and raised a gun at him.

"Okay, tell me how to fix a computer, Chuck."

"Hey!!" you yelled seeing what she was doing.

" My first inclination is that your bus speed is not up to snuff with your video card."

"I'm assuming we're talking about a PC here, right? Is your memory dedicated?" Chuck asked.

" That's enough, Mr. Bartowski. I believe you. " she said lowering her gun. "The problem is since you've seen me, now I have to kill you. And your wife, or whatever she is to you."

You raised your head and looked at Chuck and you saw him looking back at you too, panic showing on both of your faces.

"Have... Have to?" Chuck asked.

Malena was getting another gun ready, putting a silencer over it.

"No, no, no, I disagree, I disagree... vehemently, vehemently." you said.

" No, no, no, I won't say anything, I swear to God." Chuck added.

Malena then walked over to Chuck first.

"Good-bye, Mr. Bartowski. I enjoyed our tango."

Just as she was about to shoot Chuck, there was some shooting at the door. Sarah and Casey you thought. Malena and the men turned and began shooting at the door as well. You were pretty close the shots and were trying to make your chair topple over so you can duck. Chuck was trying to do the same at the same time worrying about you because you were close to the shots.

Sarah and Casey finally busted into the room and everyone cleared out. Sarah ran over to you while Casey checked outside first to see if he could spot them and then went to help Chuck.

"You okay Y/N?" Sarah asked leaning down, trying to help you.

"Yeah I'm fine. Chuck?"

Sarah looked over and saw Casey cutting him loose, Chuck looking completely fine.

"He's okay."

Sarah cut you loose and you looked up at her.

"Thanks Sarah."

"You're welcome Y/N." She smiled at you. You smiled back then looked over at Chuck and saw he was cut loose too. You quickly got to your feet and went over to him. He was still sitting on the floor so you got down onto your knees and hugged him tightly which he gladly returned.

"Oh my God Chuck! I'm so happy you're okay."

"I'm so happy you are too."

You held onto him for a few more seconds before letting him and go and giving him a big, relieved smile.

"Did you tell them you work for us? " Casey asked.

"Of course not. Where the Hell were you guys?" Chuck asked, his arm still around you.

" You're still alive. I'd consider myself lucky." Casey said looking at you both.

After the auction, Sarah and Casey dropped you both off at Chuck's house. Casey had to return the limo before he could return home.

You and Chuck were walking side by side, trying to process the whole night. Definitely scared you both thinking you both could have been killed tonight.

"Well....never going to an auction again." you said turning to look at Chuck.

Chuck let out a soft laugh.

"Yeah remind to never take you to one ever again."

"Deal. I mean not that you had a choice tonight though." you said smiling at him.

"Yeah that's very true."

"And...you need to stop scaring me like that. That's twice now I thought I was going to lose you." you said now sounding scared.

"Hey. Hey, hey. Remember what I said? You are never going to lose me." he said pulling you in for a hug. You buried your head in is chest and held him tight.

"I know. It was just another close call." you said holding back tears. You let him go and looked at him.

"I promise no more scaring you or taking you out on dates to art auctions."

You looked at him raising an eyebrow and a small smile creeping on your face.

"Dates?"

Chuck all of a sudden began to blush. He didn't realize he said dates. It just slipped.

"Oh well... Uh... I mean... you know...."

Chuck was getting flustered and you thought it was extremely adorable. You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek to shut him up.

"Have a goodnight Chuck." You said giving him one more smile before walking away.

Chuck smiled and touched his cheek quickly. He definitely had it so bad for you.

"Goodnight Y/NN."

He walked to his door and unlocked it and looked back at you one more time, seeing you get into your car and driving off, before walking into his home.