A/N: You guys…you're killing me. I started this thinking no one would care anything about it, especially after Chapter 2, but no, you just keep coming back for more. I was working on Uprising and Break Up and the reviews kept coming in on this…so….there's something you need to know. One more piece of evidence, and some of you are going to flip, some of you may have guessed, but it may change your mind on things one more time. I apologize, this one is on the short side as well, but….well…you'll see.

Today's music is inspired by something Dillwg said, (and if you're not reading Crashing Castle, go now) it's by the amazing Amy Lee and Evanescence. Ch 7, Good Enough… Under your spell again. I can't say no to you. Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand. I can't say no to you….

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, I can't sing, but you put Amy Lee on, and I'm gonna try…


Sarah watched Chuck and Morgan take Molly, and couldn't help but smile. Things had been interesting the past week. After getting to know Casey a little better, well as well as someone can when the person only speaks in grunts, Sarah knew there was more to Casey being there than she was told. He was supposed to be coming over in a few minutes, and she was going to do her best to get him to read her in. She knew she was a civilian, but she needed to know. For Chuck's sake, and her own.

She smiled as she thought about the third date they went on last night. The first date was a little Mexican place they laughed and had a good time, and she remembered how it was in Stanford. Just the two of them, together, and for a few minutes everything seemed right with the world. After they got home, Chuck wanted to watch TV. She suspected it was for a "cooling down" moment. She was fine with that, she had told him to set the speed.

The second date had been dancing and he was better than she hoped. He made her laugh, made jokes about himself, that she quickly corrected him about said jokes, and then…they had just danced. They held each other, and Sarah believed there was a chance. Again, he had wanted to watch TV before they went to bed. She agreed, and curled up into him, knowing she was doing the exact opposite of what he had intended. As great as the two dates were, it was the night before the third date that made her believe she really had a shot of salvaging everything the CIA had screwed up.

She had woken up, and he wasn't there. She got up to find him, and he was downstairs, on the couch, alone. She didn't say a word, just sat down beside him, and curled up into him.

"You know," she said after a bit of silence. "I'd like to think we're friends."

"We are," Chuck replied.

"Then talk to me," she said. Chuck sighed. "Use generalities if you have to."

"You sure?" he asked.

"Fire away, I'm ready," she responded.

"Okay, there's this amazing woman, and I'm crazy about her, I love her, but I'm scared to trust her," he said, a tear running down his eye.

"Hmmm," she said, snuggling closer. Chuck was surprised by the response, both verbal and physical. "Interesting choice of words there, Mr. Bartowski."

"Really?" Chuck asked, confused.

"You didn't say you didn't trust her, you said you were scared to trust her." Chuck thought for a second.

"Isn't that semantics?" Chuck asked. Sarah raised her head and looked at him, and paused. "What?"

"I was going to say something snarky about college, but that would be mean," she admitted.

"You could say one of us went to Havvard," he said exaggerating it. She grinned.

"Of course it isn't semantics. Look, say you are scared to love someone, doesn't that mean that you do love them, you're just scared?" He sat there a minute thinking.

"Wow," he said after a bit. "Smart and beautiful." She gave him an affronted look.

"Mr. Bartowski, are you trying to get in my pants?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Nah," he replied. "I've already done that," he said, leaning back. Sarah looked shocked.

"Well, I never," she said.

"Yeah, you did, and we have the kid running around to prove it," he said. She just grinned. "And that's the other problem."

"They make pills for that," she said. He jerked his head around at her. "Still wanna play?" she asked with a coy look.

"Nope, lost that one," he said, setting back, and her snuggling into him. "I don't want to mess this thing up."

"What thing?"

"Our thing," he said. "What are we?"

"Dating exclusively?" she asked.

"Are we, because I'm hesitant to ask you out, because you might have a certain expectation?" he replied.

"You already met those and then some," she muttered. He looked at her and she shrugged. He had a cocky head bounce. "Of course, that was three years ago."

"She giveth, and she taketh away," Chuck said.

"Chuck, will you go out with me?" she asked.

"Do I have to gussy myself up?" he asked.

"Just have on clean clothes," she replied shaking her head. "I'm thinking a picnic on the beach."

"That's kinda romantic," Chuck said. "What are your intentions my dear lady?"

"To rock your world," she said, standing, offering him her hand, pulling him up, and into her. "Trust me," she said whispering into his ear. "I can rock your world and sex will never enter the equation," she said, and went back to bed. Chuck stood there a second, brain trying to reboot.

"Obviously," he got out, in a choked whisper.

}o{

Playground

Chuck and Morgan sat at the bench watching Molly play with the other kids. Chuck noticed a couple of moms watching them, and one approached them. Chuck had a bad feeling what was about to happen.

"Excuse me, but are you two together?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," Morgan answered. Chuck started to correct him, but thought just go with it. "We've been together since before middle school."

"Wow!" she said. "That's impressive!" Morgan shrugged.

"When you have a partner for life, you just know," he answered. Chuck shook his head. He didn't have to worry about being hit on today. As she walked away, Morgan leaned over. "Think I should ask her out?"

"Buddy, she thinks you're taken," Chuck answered. Morgan looked confused, but put the pieces together.

"Why didn't you say something?" he asked.

"I've got enough problems than to have one of these moms after me," he said. Morgan studied him.

"Okay, I'm here, tell Dr. Morgan what's wrong," he said.

"It's complicated," Chuck answered.

"Baby momma left you and didn't tell you were a baby daddy, and you're totally in love with her," Morgan said.

"Well, I would NEVER phrase it like that, but yeah," Chuck admitted.

"Let's see, she's smart, funny, nerdy, is totally in to you, oh yeah, she's frickin Catwoman! What's the problem?" he asked.

"She left me," Chuck said. "Then she didn't tell me."

"Okay," Morgan said shrugging. "What's the big deal?" Chuck whipped his head around, confused. "You don't think everyone out there doesn't worry about their loved one leaving them? Buddy, you've been through it, you survived, and you at least know why. You even said yourself you can't blame her, so basically all you're telling me is your scared, just like everyone else."

"Dude, she is so out of my league," Chuck said softly. Morgan nodded.

"There it is," Morgan said. Chuck looked at him again. "For years it was the chase. It was the legend of Jenny Burton nee Sarah Walker."

"I don't think that's how that word works," Chuck said. Morgan waved him off, and Chuck just went with it.

"Over the years the hunt consumed you, and you never once considered what you'd do if you ever found her," Morgan explained. "Then, BAM! There she is, and you have a daughter, and she loves you. You're world has been turned upside down, and you have no idea what to do about it. That's called love my friend, so quit blaming the past, your father, the CIA, or whatever you've been blaming, and understand the only person to blame is one Charles Irving Bartowski. You have the shot, my friend. The shot that we nerds only dream of. This time, the nerd gets the girl, if you'll just give her a chance." Chuck looked at his friend, and reached over to give him a big hug. That's when he heard the woman from earlier.

"Oh, aren't they adorable," she said to her friend.

"I think I totally screwed up your chance of getting her number," Chuck whispered into Morgan's ear.

"Totally worth it, Dude. Totally worth it."

}o{

Emma and Sarah's house

Sarah sat there thinking about the date last night. They had gone simple. They went to the beach, and just talked. Sarah had laughed until her sides hurt. As the night got colder she snuggled into Chuck. Dinner had been light, but a perfect picnic. Chuck held her as the sun set on the water.

"I need to show you something," Sarah said, a little nervously. She pulled an envelope out of the basket. "I should have told you this already, but it was one of those things that never came up…and…well…here." Chuck took the envelope and opened it. It was Molly's birth certificate. He looked at it, and noticed her name.

"Sarah," he said softly.

"Just so you know, if you ask, I'm willing to complete the trio," she said. Chuck looked at her, dumbstruck. "World rocked yet?" she asked. Chuck nodded dumbly as he looked down at the birth certificate of Molly Bartowksi.

Sarah grinned at the memory. Nothing had happened last night…well, that wasn't true. Chuck held her last night like she might run away if he let go. She was good with that, in fact she loved it. The knock on the door brought her out of her reverie. She got up and opened the front door. Casey was there, and she invited him in.

"Walker," he said.

"John," she returned the greeting. "Thanks for coming by, there's things I think you need to know, and I think there's things I need to know."

"Walker, you know I can't read you in," Casey said. She held up her hands.

"How about I tell you mine, and then you decide?" she offered. He shrugged, and Sarah told him the entire story of Orion, Chuck, Graham, her, and Molly. After it was over, Casey thought he was going to have to pick his jaw up off the ground. "Use the kitchen to call it in," she said. I'll wait." John nodded and went into the kitchen and called Beckman.

"Beckman, secure," she answered.

"Casey secure," he replied. "General, this thing is more messed up than we thought." He told her the entire story. "Walker wants to be read in, and frankly ma'am given what I've heard, I think it's the right call. These two have been put through the wringer."

"Major, I am hesitant to do so, but given the history you just told me…read her in, and if she wants to tell Mr. Bartowski, I am okay with that as well. Do you have the appropriate forms?" she asked.

"They both signed them the day I started working," Casey said. Beckman checked her email and found the non-disclosure agreements.

"I'll make some calls around here," she said. She hesitated a second.

"General, if you're having to think that much, I probably don't need to know yet," Casey said.

"There's more going on than you realize Major," Beckman said. "Watch those two."

"Do you think Orion will attack them?" Casey asked.

"Major, before you told me what you told me today, I would have said no, but now…I just don't know," she said, and with that she just hung up. He walked back into the living room.

"You ever hear of Project OMAHA or the Intersect?" Casey asked. Sarah shook her head. Orion is building this Intersect. As to what it does, I have no idea except somehow it takes all the intelligence data of all the agencies and puts it all in one place." Sarah whistled.

"And this is the thing that Orion is holding over Graham's head?" she asked. Casey nodded. "Are we safe?" Casey nodded.

"Walker, I've got you," he said. "My house is just two houses away," he said, grinning.

"No inside surveillance," she said. "I'll handle everything in here." He studied her a second.

"You really dipped your chocolate in that nerd's peanut butter?" he asked. Sarah gave him a look.

"Yes, Casey, we have a child together, though I'm not sure that's the way I would describe it," she said. He was quiet for a second.

"I left someone behind," he said softly, studying her. "Hardest thing I ever did."

"Did you have a child?" she asked. Casey shook his head. "If you did?" He took a deep breath.

"I probably wouldn't have," he said.

"So you understand?" He nodded. "I'm glad I got pregnant, I finally get my chance."

"I don't know if I'm built for that life, but I'm glad you found yours," he said. "You would have been one of the best, you know." She nodded, no bragging, just the facts, and he knew it.

"We are letting anything happen to my family," she said. Casey nodded.

"God, country, family," he said. Sarah nodded, knowing she had a partner if things were to go pear shaped.

}o{

Langley

Graham came into his office looking at the report he had just been given, and the door slammed behind him. He spun around and there she stood, her eyes flashing daggers at him. Graham thought he would try and calm her down.

"Now," Graham began.

"Don't you say a damn word!" she yelled. "I do the one thing I didn't want to do! I did it to correct our mistake! I do it for YEARS! I thought I would be back in weeks, or months, but no, it's been 20 YEARS! I thought I would see my children grow up but no, I'll be lucky to see my grandchildren born!" Graham swallowed and her eyes narrowed. "Langston, don't you dare tell me….what has happened?!"

"You already have a grandchild," he said, fearing the worst. Langton Graham is a tall man, 6'5", and the woman is nearly a foot shorter than him, but right now he cowers.

"And you didn't tell me!?" she screamed.

"How, Mary, how was I supposed to tell you?" he asked. Mary looked enraged. She walked around like a caged animal. He sat down in his chair, just watching her. She finally got control of herself and plopped in a chair in front of him.

"So do I have a granddaughter or a grandson?" she asked finally.

"Granddaughter, Molly Bartwoski," she said.

"So Ellie isn't married?" she asked. Graham smiled.

"No, but it's not Ellie's it's Chuck's," he said and then a look came across his face. Mary closed her eyes.

"He got someone pregnant?" she asked. "Is he at least supporting her?"

"It's not that simple," Graham said. "She got pregnant almost three years ago, but she left, never told him, and then he found them just a few days ago."

"Why would she not tell him?" Mary asked, starting to get angry.

"Because she was an agent and I told her not to, or I would use leverage I had," Graham said, looking away. Mary started to rise up out of her chair. "Orion told me if Chuck knew about her he wouldn't finish the Intersect." Mary stopped mid-rise. She reached into her coat, pulled out a picture, and threw it on the desk. It was made a few days ago at the Buy More when Stephen was talking to Morgan.

"Notice anything about my husband's wrists, Langston?" she asked. Graham gulped and nodded. "Notice anything missing?" Graham nodded again. "Where the hell is the governor at he's supposed to have, Langston?"

"No one knows," Graham said softly. "In fact, we don't think he's had it on since sometime before he left Chuck and Ellie."

"He left Chuck and Ellie?" Mary asked, looking ready to attack someone. "When did he leave?"

"1995," Graham said. Mary stood, put both hands on his desk and stared at him for a minute. She then shoved everything off of his desk into the floor, flipped the chair she had been sitting in out of her way, stalked out of the room, and slammed the door so hard he thought it might break the hinges. "That went better than I thought it would," he muttered to himself, as he pulled out a bottle to have a drink.


A/N: I'm going to back away quietly now….Good Enough, I feel good enough. It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good…Thoughts, reviews, comments, and prayers for fictional characters safety are always welcomed….Until next time.

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