A/N: I know that some of you have been following this story ever since I first started writing it three years ago, and I'd like to thank you! I've been told that I'm a hard author to follow because I don't always update my stories, and I have yet to finish one, but I'll get there I promise. I have so many things running through this head of mine, and it takes me a while to sort them out and form words on a page. For those of you who are new to this particular story, welcome! This is an updated version of the whole thing, only because it was pretty choppy and the writing was completely juvenile. The storyline is the same, so you haven't missed anything! But again, thank you to my fans who always leave reviews and always stick with my stories. Enjoy this freshly written version of Chuck vs The New Sarah Walker.

-Charahfan44

Sarah Bartowski was enjoying a quiet evening in her crowded household for the first time in a long time. Between soccer games, basketball tournaments, karate, and school, she very rarely got moments like this and took complete advantage of it when she did. At fifty years of age, she wasn't at all nervous or sad that half of her life was over. She was thankful for the years she had lived. Standing in the kitchen and reflecting back on her life, she closed her eyes, picturing everything that had happened. She sipped her coffee, and heard footsteps approaching. She turned around to see her 17-year-old daughter Emma enter the room.

"Hey mom." Emma said quickly, grabbing a bottled water out of the fridge.

"Hey. I thought you were going to be studying all night?" Sarah replied with a question.

"I was, but the team invited me out so I'm gonna go." She started to exit the kitchen.

"Hang on a second." Sarah stopped her daughter before she could leave. She set down her coffee and walked up to the teenager, taking in everything about her eldest child. Emma was a 5'9", blonde haired, blue-eyed, smartass kid. She was exactly like Sarah; tough, beautiful, athletic, and determined. But she did have some of her father's traits as well; tall, big smile, great heart, was a great listener, and she was smart beyond belief.

"What?" She asked her mother.

"Where exactly are you going?"

"I don't know…just out. They didn't really say."

"It's getting late, Em." Sarah checked her watch, which had just hit the 9:30pm mark.

"Please mom? The championship game is in a few days and I need some bonding time with the team." Emma whined. She was a senior in high school, and her basketball team had made it to the championships mostly because of her. She was the tallest, the fastest, leading scorer, not to mention she was the captain of the team. Sarah knew it meant a lot to her, plus Emma never got into trouble and had great grades.

"Fine, but curfew is 11:30 tonight." Sarah agreed.

"Thanks mom! Love you!" She yelled as she exited the house. Sarah was horrible at saying "no" to her kids. She just hoped that when Jack and Jenny grew up, they would be easier to handle. So far at ten, the twins weren't hard to take care of. They were laid back, and rarely put up a fight about anything. They were both brunette, like Chuck, but had Sarah's eyes. Of course they didn't look exactly alike, but their qualities were pretty similar. If Sarah was happy, they were happy. And she was glad it was like that. If her kids were out of control, she wouldn't know how to handle it. Especially with Chuck gone all the time. Some days she hardly knew how she handled everything herself.

"Bartowski, glad I caught you." The voice of General Grace Jones echoed through the speaker system in Emma's car. "Did your mother suspect anything out of the ordinary?"

"No, I don't think so. But I barely found a good enough excuse to leave the house at nine thirty." Emma replied aloud.

"Good, let's keep it that way." Jones's voice said, clearly ignoring the second part of Emma's comment.

"Maybe next time you could give me a heads up in advance?"

"This one is important, Bartowski. Your team is waiting for you at the new base location."

"Fine. Tell them I'll be there in ten." Emma heard a click, and her boss's voice disappeared. She didn't like keeping anything from her parents, but then again, they did hide this from her. If they had only told her they had been spies, none of this would have happened. It was only two years ago now that Emma had been recruited by the General, who knew Chuck and Sarah personally. While the spies had told the general to keep their children out of it, her agreement was hollow. After recruiting the teen, the General would never tell Emma exactly what her parents did, but she did alert the new agent that they had previously worked for the CIA. Emma was now following in their footsteps, and there was nothing they could do to change that. Shaking the thoughts from her head, Emma sped up faster, reaching the new base location in a matter of minutes. She entered the abandoned building, and took the elevator down to the lowest part. It only worked if you flashed the key card and passed the retina scan by the lit-up buttons. The system recognized her, and the elevator opened quickly.

"God, it's about time." A snotty brunette said.

"Actually, I'm not God, I'm Emma. But I'm glad you think so highly of me, Jess." Emma smirked at the girl.

"She does have a point Em, we're dying here. It's been forever since Jones has sent us on a mission!" A kinder voice exclaimed.

"I know what you mean Clara, trust me, but you know my mom almost as well as I do. She barely let me go." Emma replied. Three more girls approached from the armory, and the shortest blonde handed Emma her favorite gun. The team was great. They were the best in the agency, and at the average age of eighteen they had completed more missions than any other team on active duty. General Jones dubbed them the Clandestine Attack Team 2.0, and the name suited them well. Jessica (or Jess) was a tall brunette, just one inch shorter than Emma. She was amazing at torture, getting almost anything out of the suspects she interrogated. Not to mention, she knew how to talk her way into and out of anything. Sierra was a petite red-head, but she could kill you faster than you could say "oh no". Knives were her area of expertise, as she knew which cut could either kill you the fastest or cause you to die painfully slow. Then there was Sydney, she was Emma's right hand, and they always fought as one. They had started karate together in the second grade, and they had stayed best friends ever since. Kylie was next; she handled most of the technology (ear pieces, video camera's, feedback, etc.). After Kylie was Clara (yes, Clara Woodcomb), she was Emma's cousin. Clara was great at research. She examined every single target, and every villain that they caught. She could go into their mind and find the deepest memories to help the team discover more about the person. Emma assumed she took after her mother, Ellie Woodcomb, who handled neurosurgery at the general hospital closest to them. And last but definitely not least, was Emma. She was the leader. She was the best fighter, best aim, she made every single plan, she could pick locks within seconds, but she was also the nicest. If anyone on the team had a problem, Emma was the first they went to. No one had a problem with her, they all loved their leader.

"So, Gray, what do ya got for us?" Sydney said as she saw the general pop up onto the largest screen in the room. Gray was the nickname that the girls had given the General.

"Not much I'm afraid. All I know is that this man has been targeting CIA agents for the past few months. Even the retired ones."

"Are my mom and dad in danger?" Emma asked immediately.

"They could be which is why I want you to set up a surveillance system in your house." Jones replied. Emma hated wondering if her parents had been good at what they did. She wanted to know how many successful missions they had been on, if they fell in love on a certain mission, or even how many people they killed. Were they the best just as Emma was? She would never know. Emma would never tell her parents the truth, because she didn't want to hurt them.

"Yes ma'am." Emma nodded.

"Clara, you too. Your parents have been involved before, and we need to be safe." Jones nodded towards Emma's cousin. "The rest of you will be sent to Russia, and will be targeting James Smith."

"Is that the target's name?" Jessie asked with her arms folded.

"Yes." Jones narrowed her eyes. "You have your mission, so get to it."

"Aye aye cap'n."

"Yes general."

"Got it Gray."

"Yes ma'am."

"You bet!"

"Easy peasy." They all nodded. Kylie was about to disconnect the call, but Jones spoke.

"Oh, Emma," She looked to the tall blonde, "I hear you have a game coming up, good luck." Jones smiled and disconnected. Emma laughed. The championship game was the only thing Emma had been looking forward to since the day they won the district title.

"Hey guys, please be careful." Emma said to the four girls that were headed out of the base.

"Oh please Em, we aren't going to die just because you aren't there." Jessie argued.

"Seriously, we have no clue how bad this guy is. Come back in one piece okay?" Emma wasn't joking around. This made the girls feel uneasy. Emma was very rarely serious and worried.

"No problem boss." Jessie replied. Sydney ran up to Emma and hugged her.

"I'll make sure we're all safe." She smiled as she let go. Emma nodded and smiled back, waving at her team as they disappeared. Emma sighed.

"They'll be fine, Em." Clara said behind her. Clara and Emma were the only two with parents who were tied to the agency, therefore they were required to stay behind on security detail. Older than Emma by two years, she did mostly everything on her own. She took online course at Cornell University, only to stay closer to the team.

"I know, but they're just as much my family as you are. I hate staying here, but my real family could be in danger."

"Same here. I guess we'll just have to wait until they come back. In the meantime, you have a championship on Saturday. You really should get home and sleep." Clara raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, you're right." Emma laughed, "You'll be there?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, little cousin." Clara smiled as Emma walked to the elevator. The doors closed, and Emma yawned. She hadn't been getting a ton of sleep lately, but knew she needed to before the game. She exited the building a slowly walked to her car. When she finally got home, she pulled into the small driveway of her house but felt like something was wrong. She started to freak herself out, and jumped out of her car in a single movement. She bounded through the front door.

"Mom!" She yelled. Her mother appeared in front of her within a few seconds.

"What is it?" Sarah said to her daughter.

"Is everything okay in here?"

"Yeah...what's wrong with you?" Sarah frowned. Emma sighed and let her shoulders relax.

"Nothing. Sorry, I guess it's just pre-game jitters." She laughed nervously. Sarah checked her watch.

"And it's only ten thirty."

"Yeah, it got pretty boring just sitting around at Claire's." Emma started to walk away.

"So much for team bonding, huh?" Sarah pressed as Emma bounded up the stairs to her room.

"I guess so!" Emma desperately wanted to tell her mother about being a spy. But she couldn't. Not yet at least. She set up the surveillance in ten minutes, and then headed to bed. She made sure that her phone's alarm would go off if someone entered the house.

"Mom, is dad gonna miss the game?" Jenny shoved a gooey nacho in her mouth, looking at her mother who was sitting in the seat next to her. Sarah kept scanning the crowd.

"No honey, he's going to make it." Sarah sighed and looked to her son who had scarfed a whole hot dog in three seconds. She rolled her eyes, interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Are we late?" Ellie laughed at Sarah's annoyance of the twins. Sarah wasn't one for sports, but she had never missed one of Emma's games, and she had developed a love for the game of basketball.

"Aunt Ellie and Uncle Devon!" Jenny was excited to see them.

"Wow, am I chopped liver?" Clara grumbled.

"Hey look, I see Uncle Morgan and Uncle Casey!" Jack voiced. Morgan and Alex's daughter Leia trailed behind them, along with Ellie and Devon's second child Stephen in tow.

"Where's Chuck?" Morgan asked as they approached.

"I don't know. He wouldn't miss this game for the world though. He'll show up." Sarah wasn't so sure he would. She hoped that Emma wouldn't notice her father's absence. The game started a half hour later, and Emma had smiled to all of her family as she warmed up. Sarah watched as she made every shot with ease, as though it was in her DNA.

"Alright folks! Let's get this game going!" The announcer yelled after he had introduced every player. Of course, Emma's team won tip-off. Emma had scored immediately, running back to set up in 2-1-2 Zone defense. Sarah loved watching her play. Emma's face showed determination and love for the game. Sarah looked around for most of the game, still not seeing Chuck. Ellie caught Sarah's action.

"Hey, Chuck will show up. It's just like you said, he won't miss this for the world!" Ellie yelled over the roaring crowd. Sarah nervously smiled. As Emma played her heart out, she had no idea that something had gone wrong. She had no clue that in this moment, her team was calling her. In this moment, she had no idea that James Smith had taken her father.