A/N Again I want Dave And Joe, from the Chuck This blog. I love going to the blog because of the intelligent posts, and the respect people give opposing views.

This chapter was originally much different. NE71 read it and suggested some huge changes, which I thought were unnecessary, but when I tried the changes, I was so wrong.

Finally, PJ Murphy did a fantastic job of doing a great beta, even while he is in the middle of another great story. Check out 3 Weddings, a Funeral, 2 Retirements, & a Birthday

I checked. My lawyers say I don't own Chuck, of course I don't have lawyers so it must be the voices in my head.

Chapter 4

Sarah sat there with a look of shock. General Beckman confirmed what Sarah still couldn't register.

"Yes, Chuck's mom. She is also my sister."

Beckman got a weird look on her face when Sarah started to giggle.

"What is so funny?" Beckman asked.

"I guess I have been around Chuck too long. A quote from Star Wars entered my brain. 'There is another'."

Now it was time for Diane to giggle. Sarah was glad she found it funny, but one question hung in the air. When Beckman looked at Sarah's face, she stopped laughing.

"You want to know, don't you," Beckman said. "You want to know how I ordered Chuck to be killed many years ago."

Sarah tried to keep her voice calm, but it came out cold. "Yes."

"I will tell you, but I need to tell you some other things. This house has been in my family for generations. For the past 65 years it has never been lived in for more that 3 or 4 months at a time. This has been where the Johnston family recovered and recharged from our assignments. You see, Sarah Walker Bartowski, your child comes from a long line of spies."

Sarah just sat there, dumbfounded, but Beckman still had not answered her question. Sarah took a technique from training and waited silently for her to go on. She did not have to wait long.

"From the first days, in my family we were taught 'country first.' Put the United States above all else. So when Chuck became a threat to national security, I thought that's what I was supposed to do. That's why I was so glad you were placed on the detail to protect him. I knew you could do what had to be done, and slowly I realized we had something in common: we're both hopelessly compromised when it comes to Chuck. I did not know him from the time he was 3 till I saw the report that he was now the Intersect. After that bastard Graham was killed, and I started getting your reports. I knew that the only danger Chuck faced to national security was if he was kidnapped, or if the government ever tried to kidnap you."

Beckman paused for a second and looked at the semi-grinning Sarah. "There is a question I would like to ask, if I may."

Sarah was having trouble keeping it all in. So much was going on. The questions were still there, and there were still few answers. But at least she was getting some answers.

"Yes," she whispered.

"When did you fall in love with Chuck? I knew before the 49-B you loved him, but I could never figure out exactly when it happened."

Sarah looked at Diane for what seemed like an eternity. Only one other person knew this answer. Scratch that, she thought bitterly. One person. At that point, Sarah needed someone else to know about the moment her life changed.

"I walked into the Buy More on the first day, and I see this nerd at the counter being silly. The next thing I know, he is filming a little girl doing ballet in the store because her father forgot to put a tape in the camera. It took me longer to realize it, but after he defused the bomb in the hotel, and before I told him to trust me on the beach. I'm sure it was probably hopeless."

Sarah thought it was time to get things back on track. "So, who killed Chuck?"

Beckman looked closely at Sarah, trying to make a decision. She took a deep breath and spoke softly, but almost as if she was reading from a report.

"I did not realize Chuck's secret was out in the open for a few days. I was later informed that I was too compromised to handle the situation properly. When I discovered Chuck had a sanction in place, there was not much I could do. I was informed that at least twelve organizations were trying to capture or kill him. By the time I could find out how bad it was, all I could do was protect you.

"From what I have been able to gather, this is what happened..."

Beckman explained in her own words, and Sarah visualized what happened to Chuck that horrible day.

Chuck was driving down the interstate with a huge grin on his face. It wasn't often he could do something for Casey. He tapped his Bluetooth and said "Big Guy" into the microphone. The familiar sound of his phone calling someone hit his ear.

"Bartowski, Biography is doing a show on President Reagan. This better be good." Casey never answered his phone with a simple 'hello.'

"Well Casey, I got two tickets for tonight's Dodgers game. Fourth row, behind the plate, but I wouldn't want you to miss watching the Gipper's biography for the thirty-seventh time."

Chuck had a huge smile on his face. He was able to do something for Casey, and he was able to mess with him at the same time. It was a great day.

"How did you manage to get those tickets? I know you didn't get them with your good looks." Chuck had to give him credit; even with great seats, Casey was being...Casey.

"Remember a couple of weeks ago when I fixed that guy's computer who lived in the high-rise? He called me this morning and asked me a couple of questions about fixing his network. When he was done, he offered the tickets. I am on the way to pick them up now."

"Why aren't you bringing Sarah? I would have thought you'd talk about all the cute baby things you're going to buy." Casey was already tired of hearing about the baby talk and they had only known for about a week. Casey wondered when they were going to tell Beckman. Watching the general's ears turn red when she got mad was always amusing. At least as long as he wasn't involved.

"She is with Ellie. They want to start planning the baby shower and go to the spa. There is no way my Sarah will be done in time. You know Ellie; they might be done by the time my child is born." The fact Sarah inherited a family when they got married was a gift…and a curse.

"What time are we going to the game?" Casey asked. At least he would be able to watch the Dodgers while he put up with the ramblings of Bartowski.

"How bout I get you..."

A bumble bee,

A flower

A bridge

A bicycle…

Casey had worked long enough with Bartowski to know what would stop Chuck from rambling. Chuck must have flashed on something.

"Bartowski…Bartowski. What's up?"

"We got trouble, Casey. It looks like the tailing tips you gave me are working. I got a Major in the GRU following me. I'm not sure why Russian Intelligence is following me, but I don't think it's for my Dodgers tickets." Chuck was trying to keep it light, but he wasn't sure how well it was working.

"OK. I will call Beckman and tell her on another line. Stay on this one." Casey grabbed the backup phone and called Beckman.

Chuck was weaving back and forth through traffic as innocently as possible. What he heard through the phone from Casey's side was not pleasant.

"WHAT! When did that happen? How bad is it? OK, we'll set up a plan. Yeah, I'll call you back."

Casey's voice took on a hardened edge. "Chuck, we have a situation. The identity of the Intersect is on the grid. You are being hunted. Stay with me, Chuck. We will get you through this." Chuck could hear Casey through his Bluetooth, but there was something else on his mind.

"Casey, call Sarah on the...Hold on, Casey!"

Chuck slammed on the brakes when a car in front of him cut him off. Chuck had to wait a moment as several cars passed him to get around the slower car in front of him. When he looked to his right, another flash hit him.

"Crap! Casey, it looks like somebody from North Korea has decided to join the party."

Casey's heart sank. With two groups that close to him, Chuck's options were down to almost none. "Chuck, I'm getting in the car now. Head towards the Buy More."

Chuck looked down where his iPhone was as if there was something wrong with it. "Casey, now is not the time for me to get back in touch with the old gang."

"I know, numb nuts! But we are going to have to get you off-grid, and I need a place we both know really well in order to do that." Casey was already on the road, gunning his Crown Vic to get to the familiar store.

"Casey, call Sarah with your other phone, Wait, no! Don't do that. She is with Ellie, and until we get this figured out, Sarah doesn't need a screaming Ellie and a panicking husband."

Casey had to admire Chuck. He was in one of the most dangerous situations in his life and he was worried about others. "Chuck, I will call Sarah. She will want to know. Besides, she is in danger, too. Her name is now Mrs. Charles Bartowski, remember?"

"Wait. Casey, I have an idea." Chuck said as he was weaving through traffic. He had not lost the cars, but he started to slow down just a bit.

The words Casey heard next changed everyone's lives forever.

"Casey, there is no way I am going into a bunker. There is also no way I will subject my family to being hunted. Sarah and the baby must be protected. So, it is time for Chuck Bartowski to die."

Sarah couldn't believe what she heard. She was never one to kill someone with her bare hands, but someone was going to pay.

"Protect ME? Protect ME?" was all she could say. It was her job to protect him. It was HER mission!

"Agent Walk...Bartowski! There is a lot more to know, but I need you to calm down. I know this is hard, but you need to hear this, and I can't do it if you're jeopardizing my newest relative." Beckman knew by mentioning the baby she could get Sarah to calm down enough to finish this.

Sarah closed her eyes and remembered waking up in that hotel room in Paris to calm down. She was still furious, but the edge was gone now. "Please go on."

"From here it gets a little more…sketchy. Casey called me a few seconds later. By the time I am up to date, Chuck was weaving through traffic like he's Starbuck in his Viper, and he was headed for the Buy More."

"Chuck…Chuck, quit thinking about your lady feelings. Where are you?"

Chuck smiled. "Chuck's busy right now. Two different groups are trying to kidnap him. Please leave a message after the beep."

Casey let out a growl, "If you say beep, you won't have to worry about anybody but me. What…Is…Your…Status?"

"OK, big guy. We'll play it your way. I am three minutes from the Buy More. Where are you?"

"I'm here, Chuck. The other stuff we needed is on the way."

"Casey, I need to flash. Hang on the line."

After several seconds of trying to calm himself enough to flash, he changed tactics and remembered the look on Sarah's face the day they got married.

A stock car

A picture of tires

A guy jumping off a building

A foot hitting the accelerator

"Sorry Casey. I'm back," Chuck said.

"OK Chuck. Are you sure you want to do this?" Casey asked.

"I have to protect my family, Casey." Chuck paused for a second. "John, thanks for...everything."

Chuck looked at the phone next to him, hung up on Casey, and began typing a text to Sarah.

I LOVE YOU. REMEMBER THE ROOM AT COMIC CON.

When Chuck looked up, he could see the Buy More. Then he saw the semi-tractor trailer, and he hit the accelerator.

Please remember the only payment we get is responses. I really would like to know what you are thinking.

Sarah figures out something soon in Chapter 5. The first one who tells me what it is will win a prize.