AN: Sorry it's taken so long for this. I wanted to wait until the finale to start writing again. And yes I will work it into this story. You know the drill. I don't own Chuck or The A-Team.

Chapter 4: Realization

Smelling salts were held under the nose of the knocked out nerd and Chuck slowly began to regain consciousness. He looked around. The room was dark and empty except for small desk with a computer at it.

"Welcome back, Chuck."

Chuck turned at the voice and saw Hannibal sitting in an armchair about3 feet away from where Chuck was tied up. He looked puzzlingly at the chair whose style didn't seem to fit with the room.

Hannibal saw where he was looking and responded in kind. "You have to do these things with style, you know. So, why is a nerd working at a Buy More so important to the CIA?"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"C'mon Chuck. I wasn't born yesterday. We've gotten winds of some CIA activity centered on that Buy More. So what's the secret? Has "Call of Duty become so popular that they need the CIA's help for selling it?"

Chuck still said nothing. Hannibal looked at him, sighed, and pulled out a pen which he promptly stuck in his mouth and chewed on like a cigar. Chuck looked at him with a strange look.

"Peppard had lung cancer. I'm not making that mistake." Hannibal said grimly, "So, let's start with a simple question, Chuck. What's your full name?"

Chuck took a breath. "Charles Irving Bartowski" he answered.

Hannibal looked at him with a thinking look. "Bartowski, Bartowski… where have I heard that name before?" He then got up from the armchair and went to the desk where he began to type on the computer. A few minutes late, Hannibal looked up with a start. "Could it be…?" he whispered to himself and then asked Chuck "Chuck, do you know a Steven Bartowski?"

"No"

"Oh come on, Chuck. Bartowski is not a name you run into on the streets. So tell me, how do you know Steven Bartowski? Hannibal asked more forcefully.

Seeing that there was no way he could lie and being worried about his teammates. Chuck sagged his shoulders. "He's my father." He said sadly.

Hannibal gasped audibly and a look of awe and confusion filled his eyes. He immediately went back to the desk and pulled out a radio. "B.A., Amy, Face, you better come back here. I have something interesting to tell you."

"Why me?" moaned Murdock. "Why do I have to look after the prisoners?"

"Cause you crazy and you can't handle surprises!" admonished B.A., who brought Casey into the room. He tied Casey up right next to where Murdock had tied up Sarah.

"Fiiiiine!" sighed Murdock and B.A. left. Murdock turned towards Casey and Sarah who were glaring at him.

"Alright, who knows any show tunes?"

Meanwhile, B.A., Amy and Face joined Hannibal in his room. Chuck just sat there, silently fearing for his life.

"What is it?" asked Face.

"Guys, this escapade has gotten a little more… exciting" smirked Hannibal. "May I introduce you to Charles Irving Bartowski, the son of Steven Bartowski AKA Orion".

The team stared dumbly.

"The creator of the Intersect?" exclaimed Amy.

"Yes indeed. The whole CIA and NSA will be looking for him." Hannibal said grimly. "I just wanted to investigate what was going on at that store, not cause a national security alert." He pounded his fist on the desk in frustration.

"You didn't know Hannibal. None of us knew" sympathized Amy.

"Well, now let's figure out where we are. What of the other two agents? B.A, what did Murdock tell you about the blonde?"

"Name is Sarah Walker, got her name from CIA database"

Chuck saw Amy's face turn pale in remembrance and perhaps a little guilt, although he couldn't tell.

"What about the man, Face?"

"Um… Colonel John Casey, Hannibal."

Hannibal's face showed his shock, but then Chuck noticed that Hannibal started to chuckle and a look of pride washed over his complexion. "Well done, Jonathan." He muttered.

"What do we do now?" asked B.A.

"Tell Murdock to bring our distinguished guests in here. Then we can get to the bottom of this".

AN: Please review.