A/N: I am back again! I so far only have one guess as to who was on the phone, so guess! This chapter is when I will hopefully slowly starting making chapters a little longer. HOPEFULLY.
Chuck= owned-me.
Dinner at the Bartowski/Woodcomb apartment was over, Devon had gotten called in to work and Chuck had gone back in his room, saying he was going to play video games, but what he was really doing was going to brain storm ideas about how to help Sarah find Brook. He thought and thought, then had the perfect idea.
"So, Sarah, you seem worried. Is something wrong?" Ellie inquired. They were sitting on the couch talking, the group from dinner having dwindled. Ellie had seen it as the perfect time to interrogate Sarah about some things. After all, the situation with her raising Brook was odd.
"It's nothing. And even if something was wrong, why would you want to hear about my problems?" Sarah joked, attempting to dodge Ellie's questioning nature.
'So there is something going on. Well, she seems worried, guess that the interrogation can be held off, for now.' Ellie thought. "Sarah, you and Brook are family, to all of us. Wait a minute I know what the problem is!"
"Y-you do?" Sarah faltered, worrying her cover could be blown.
"Of course! My idiot of a little brother did something wrong and you don't want to tell me! Look, Sarah, I know that Chuck does silly things, and he is very ,very clueless, but he really does love you, I can tell from the way his eyes light up when they see you. If he did something wrong, talk to him, he probably didn't mean to, or even know that he did."
"Thanks Ellie, that was the exact problem. I will talk to him tomorrow, but I really need to get home." Sarah said, relieved that she had been able to remain calm and that her cover was intact.
"Of course, tell Brook we all said hi and that we hope she feels better." That had been the cover for the evening, Brook not feeling well but insisting Sarah go anyway. After all, a thirteen year old can handle having a cold without being watched every second, and Sarah did not need to get it. After all, she was changing jobs from the Wienerlicious to the so far unnamed frozen yogurt store opening in its place soon, and needed to stay healthy.
"Director, I am worried about Brook. She knows all of the information that we have about Bartowski, ex-agent Larkin, and the Intersect." Sarah was explaining her worries to the Director of the CIA, Graham, over a video conference. The NSA members of the team and Chuck were absent from the meeting, and in fact did not know it was even taking place.
"Two things Agent Walker. The first is that I do not think that the information your sister knows is your primary concern for her, but I guess you cannot be blamed for that. The second is a very important question that will cause you to lose your job if not answered truthfully!" The Director said the last part forcefully, letting her know that he was not lying, and those would be the exact consequences, at the least, for not telling the exact truth in response to his question. "Is there a risk of your sister telling the wrong person the information that she knows?"
"I honestly do not believe so." Sarah sincerely stated. "However, if she were captured or threatened, she would probably not be able to handle it. She is not a risk to the project, as long as she is here, with me, safe."
"I will work on finding her, Sarah. But you have to understand, a thirteen year old girl who is not an actual government employee cannot be my top concern, I have someone to answer to also." The Director really wished he could help more. Ever since he recruited Sarah into the CIA, she has been like a daughter to him, Brook also. They were the only people from work his wife had met, Sarah often seeking out advice about Brook or just life in general from his wife.
"I understand Director, and thank you for your help." Sarah responded respectfully before turning off her laptop.
"Brook, where are you?" Sarah whispered in a hushed and sorrowful voice, tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. " I really did not mean anything I said." These were her last, dejected thoughts before falling asleep on her couch.
Wienerlicious, Next morning.
"Wipe that melancholy look off your face Sarah, because I have a plan!" Chuck announced as he walked in to the deserted, as usual, Wienerlicious during his lunch break.
"Oh and what does this plan happen to be?" Sarah questioned, happy for an idea and somewhat amused by the theatrics of his entrance, not that she would EVER tell anyone that.
"It's kind of simple." Chuck replied. "So I was thinking we could…
A/N: So that marks the end of chapter 7. Please review and let me know what you think. Also, I know some readers often don't know what to put in a review so here I will be putting a kind of 'reviewers guide' in my profile. Warning: Not all suggestions in the guide are my ideas. Well, that should be all and remember:
I am still accepting guesses of who it could have been on the phone. Please submit them in the form of a pm.