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"I have an idea about that, actually," Chuck stated to the whole group.

"Casey, how do you feel about taking a little trip?"

Chuck had a sly grin plastered on his face. Everyone else just looked confused. They usually were until Chuck clued them in to his master plan.

"I'll bite Bartowski. What have you got in mind?" Casey asked Chuck while Sarah, Morgan and Nate looked on expectantly.

"So it's obvious now that they want us for some reason," Chuck waved his arms, motioning to all of them. "We're going to give them you, Casey."

The group stood in silence for a few moments, contemplating the implications of Chuck's idea.

"How do you plan on pulling this off?" Nate was curious. After all, all he knew about Chuck was what Casey had told him. Chuck didn't look or seem like a master spy, but Casey had told him crazy stories about him in the field. Some of them sounded like they were straight out of a comic book or a Hollywood action film. Especially the story Casey told him abut Chuck disarming a nuclear bomb using a juice box. That one was simply unbelievable.

"Well, Nate, I'm glad you asked," Chuck replied while a smile formed on his face. "We already have a bug in our friend Mr. Smith over there. He doesn't know about it. Casey, I'm going to take the extra precaution of bugging you as well. I'm going to give you the same tracker I gave him - a JB-21, and I'm also going to give you this earbud." Chuck held out his hand. In it was an incredibly compact earpiece that would all but disappear in one's ear. "It's virtually undetectable. It automatically turns off if it is alerted there is a bug sweeper active anywhere in its vicinity."

Nate seemed impressed. "Where'd you get that?"

"I made it," Chuck replied without hesitation. "About three years ago. I was bored and I decided to see if I could improve the design."

"Why don't you sell it? You could make millions." Nate was serious. Chuck and Sarah couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his suggestion. They already had enough money that their grandchildren wouldn't have to work a day in their lives if they didn't want to.

"We didn't sell it because we don't need the money, and Chuck didn't create it for that purpose. He was honestly just fooling around, and now that we're on this mission, we thought it might be useful in the field. But nobody outside this team is going to use this technology. We wouldn't want it falling in the wrong hands. We know from experience how the government likes to 'misplace' top secret intel and tech." Sarah answered for Chuck. As usual, he didn't mind.

"Fair enough," Nate replied. "I never saw it." He knew the drill. He had known Casey long enough to understand the consequences of looking like he wasn't cooperating or being honest. And truthfully he wanted to help. Casey had saved his life multiple times, and he wanted to repay the debt, even though he knew they would never be fully even.

"OK Casey. Here," Chuck handed him the earpiece. "It activates once it's in your ear. You can speak normally and it will pick it up, or you can whisper like you're talking into a throat mike, and it'll pick that up too. We'll hear everything you do."

Casey carefully put the bug in his ear and tested it. It was working perfectly.

"Alright Bartowski. Now do you mind cluing us in on your grand scheme?" Casey had a hint of sarcasm in his voice, which he usually did when he talked to Chuck.

"We're going to have Smith contact his client through his secure e-mail. He's going to tell him that he was tailing us, and Casey was sent to stop him. He's going to say he captured Casey." Casey grunted loudly and scoffed. "He's also going to tell them his 'partner' is still tailing us, therefore giving him an excuse to be alone. He's going to convince his client to meet him to hand over Casey, although I don't see him having to be too persuasive, if I'm right about this. Maybe this will lead us to someone higher up on the food chain, and they can lead us to someone above them. I know it isn't a perfect plan by any stretch, but it's all I've got right now. We can't waste any more time."

Sarah was standing next to her husband, an obvious look of pride on her face. Of course she knew how smart Chuck was, but it never ceased to amaze her when he would come up with plans almost instantly. She was looking up at him, smiling widely.

"Guys, trust me. It's going to work," Chuck said emphatically, grinning to try to lessen the tension. He noticed Morgan had been incredibly quiet. Actually, he hadn't really spoken a word since they met Nate. Chuck pulled Morgan aside and walked a few feet away from the rest of the group so they could speak in private.

"What's wrong buddy?" Chuck asked once they were alone.

"Nothing," Morgan replied, void of any emotion.

"Morgan I've known you for over twenty five years. I think I can tell when something's bothering you." Chuck put his hand on his friend's shoulder, giving him a light squeeze. He wanted to remind Morgan he was there for him.

"I know, Chuck. I'm just worried about Alex."

"That's not it. At least, that's not all of it." Chuck could tell it was something deeper than that.

"I'm just terrified about what happens when we get her back," Morgan finally said. At least he was confident we're gonna get her back, Chuck thought. That's a start. "I mean, I let her down, Chuck. And don't tell me it wasn't my fault. I'm her husband. I'm supposed to protect her, and she was taken from our bed. While I was in it. I can't believe Casey hasn't killed me yet. This is all my fault. Maybe if I was bigger or tougher I could've stopped them and protected her. I failed." Morgan was looking at the ground, refusing to meet Chuck's eye.

"Morgan," Chuck tried to get Morgan to look him in the eye. Morgan finally met his gaze, and Chuck saw desperation and fear in his best friend. "I know how you feel. Trust me. I know what it feels like to have the person you love the most in this world in danger. But the fact remains that we're going to get her back. We are. Never doubt that. And Casey hasn't shot you yet because he believes in you. We all do. We know you would do anything to get Alex back, and you inspire us to do the same. He knows how much you mean to Alex, and how much you mean to him. You're his son, Morgan, as crazy as that sounds." Morgan let a hint of a smile escape before he schooled his features. Chuck saw it. "Morgan, don't feel guilty. I know how hard it is to not, but you need to understand this wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. It's going to be OK buddy."

Morgan nodded slowly, and Chuck felt that maybe he had started to get through to him. At the very least, Morgan would be OK for now. Chuck gave him a hug, which Morgan desperately needed. Then they walked back over to the group, who were discussing the advantages of .45 caliber handguns. When they noticed Chuck and Morgan, they quieted down, apparently giving Chuck the floor again.

"OK team. Here's the deal. I'm going to fill Smith in on the plan. I'll make sure he knows that you're in charge, Casey. As if you needed help being imposing." Chuck smiled, and almost got a grin out of Casey. Almost. He continued, "we'll be tracking you in the Suburban, while you're in the other one with Smith. We don't need to physically tail you because we have multiple ways of tracking you. So we'll be a couple miles back. If anything goes wrong, and I mean anything, you signal us. What do you want to use as a code word?" Chuck asked Casey.

"Moron."

"What? I just asked what you want to use…."

"No, moron, the code word is 'moron'." Casey retorted.

"Oh, I got it." Chuck laughed, which caused everyone else to chuckle a bit.

They made sure that all the trackers were working, and Chuck loaded an app onto Sarah and Morgan's phones so they could track them as well. After a minute, Nate spoke up.

"Guys, I know I don't know you three that well, but I'd really like to help." Nate said sincerely. Chuck looked at Casey, who gave him the slightest nod of his head. Then he looked at Morgan, who did the same. Sarah just squeezed Chuck's hand to let him know she was on board.

"Sounds good Nate. We could always use another set of trained hands. We'd appreciate anything you could do to help."

"OK. I'm going to leave my car here and come with you guys," Nate said to Chuck.

They went over the plan one more time to make sure everyone knew it in and out, and then Chuck got in the trunk of the Suburban and explained it to Smith, who was thoroughly impressed. Maybe this Bartowski guy was actually a good spy, he thought to himself.

As they pulled out of the parking garage, with Chuck behind the wheel, Sarah reached over and took his hand in hers.

"I'm proud of you Chuck. I hope this works."

"Me too, baby, me too."

2012. Echo Park, CA.

"This is real? You really love me?"

"With all of my heart."

She was now trying to fight him, and he refused to fight back. The anger and confusion built inside of her.

Now they were on a beach that seemed never-ending. Chuck refused to look at her, just shook his head and walked away.

"I love you Chuck! Please! I'm sorry!" She couldn't stop him from walking away. "I'll do anything! I swear! It's me, Chuck! It's Sarah!" He just kept walking, his back turned to her.

"CHUCK!" He was almost gone now. He was but a speck on the horizon. It seemed no matter how far he walked, Sarah could still see him. She was shattering from the inside out. She collapsed and all her emotions hit her at once. Rage, fear, anxiety, worry, jealousy, regret, longing, but most of all, love, paralyzed her. She couldn't move. She could barely speak. She could only eek out a whisper.

"Chuck…please….Chuck…don't do this….." She kept repeating it over and over again. She could still see him, off in the distance, leaving her. It was all her fault, and she knew it. "I love you, Chuck. Nothing else matters. I don't care about anything else in my life but you. Please come back to me, Chuck. I know I fucked up and I know you're hurting. Please, Chuck, please. Please…."

This was the third time Sarah had this nightmare, and it had only been two weeks since Chuck got her back at the beach. She tried to hide it from him at first. Their relationship was still fragile, and she was wary of anything that might hurt it in the slightest. Of course, Chuck figured it out fairly quickly. She was waking up at all hours, sweating, panting, and sometimes screaming. What scared Chuck the most was what he saw in her eyes. He had only seen it a few times on Sarah, but it still shook him right down to his core.

Fear.

It was so unlike Sarah to be afraid. She was a highly trained espionage operative, after all. Chuck had witnessed her do things that would cause grown men to piss their pants at the thought of it. The only way Sarah was this fearful was if she thought she was going to lose him, he thought. After all, she had put him through hell, and they had just barely come out the other side. Chuck could have left Sarah, sure, and not too many people would have blamed him. She gave him every reason to leave.

Chuck had finally had enough of the charade, so this time, when he could obviously tell Sarah was having the same recurring nightmare, he took it upon himself to find out what the hell was going on in his bed. She still had her head laid on his chest, but she was breathing heavily, whimpering, and he could make out the words 'Chuck' and 'please'. He gently took hold of her shoulders and began shaking her ever so lightly. He could sense her heart skip a beat. Her eyes suddenly shot open, and when Chuck looked into the baby blues that constituted the bulk of his universe, he wanted nothing more than to make the pain go away. He searched for the right words - any words, really. For one of the first times in his life, Chuck Bartowski came up empty. He just kept staring into her soul, wiling her with his eyes to open up to him, to share with him, to help him help her.

After a few moments, Sarah gathered enough courage to speak one word, and one word only. It was the question that had been running around her head ever since the nightmares started.

"Why?" She asked him barely above a whisper. Chuck brushed a couple strands of hair behind her ear. He held her face in his hands and looked her directly in the eye.

"You know why," was his soft reply. She wanted to know why Chuck had come back, why he had given her another shot, why he hadn't just given up. Sarah closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She softly laid her head back down on Chuck's chest and thought. She knew the answer. It was as simple as 'love', but it was way more complicated than that. What they had truly transcended the bounds of normal human interaction. They were connected on a much deeper level. Their souls were forever intertwined, and their formerly separate lives were now one. Sarah knew all this, of course, but her betrayal was still fresh in her mind. She thought about how she would react if their roles had been reversed and it was Chuck who lost all his memories. She knew without a doubt or the slightest hesitation that she would have never left Chuck. She would never leave him.

"I know," she finally whispered. "I do. It's just that it was so recent. And I did absolutely horrible things to you while you never stopped trying to help me. You can't imagine how guilty I feel, baby. I understand if you can never totally forgive me. I don't deserve to be your wife, not now at least." She was sobbing now, the tears running freely down her cheeks onto Chuck's chest.

"I never want to hear you say that ever again," Chuck's tone was incredibly grave. He rarely used it, but when he did, Sarah knew there was no hint of joking or sarcasm. This was as serious as Chuck got. "You are my wife. Forever. I love you more than I could express in a hundred lifetimes. I love you so much it hurts to be away from you for more than a second. I'm not going to lie, what happened hurt me. A lot. But you need to understand this Sarah. It was not your fault. I do not, and will never, blame you for any of it. Ever. It's in the past now, sweetheart. Oh, and just so you know, if I could, I would marry you every day for the rest of our lives. Marrying you was the best thing I have ever done, and is one of the only things in my life I will never ever regret. I'm not just telling you this because you had a nightmare, Sarah. I'm telling you this because it's the truth and you need to believe it."

Chuck saw a smile quickly pass over Sarah's lips before she buried her face back into Chuck's chest. He could feel her heart rate slowing. He had gotten through to her.

"Chuck?" Her tone could melt Chuck's heart. He could hear the love in just that one syllable. He gave her a squeeze to encourage her to continue. "I don't know what to say. Honestly. You always know exactly what I need to hear. I know I've already told you a million times, but I'm so, so sorry. You are my life, my entire world. I wouldn't survive a day without you. I live for you. I hope you know that." Chuck nodded, a grin starting to form on his face. "I know that sometimes I'm not the perfect wife by any stretch, but I promise you that I'm going to spend the rest of our lives being the wife and mother you deserve. I owe you at least that."

"Sarah, you don't owe me anyth….wait….did you say 'mother'?" Chuck blurted it out before he thought about it. What if she hadn't meant it? And now that he had repeated it, what if it scared her even more? Does she really want that? I don't want her to do it because I want kids, he thought. Well, it's out in the open now, so they might as well deal with it.

"Yeah…." Her voice was soft and questioning. "I thought you wanted a family? Children?"

"Of course I do, baby, but I don't want you to feel like you have an obligation or anything just because it's what I want. A marriage consists of two people."

"Chuck, can I be honest for a second?" Now Chuck was suddenly terrified. She was going to say it. She didn't want kids. She didn't want kids with him. Chuck had always dreamed of his perfect life consisting of a big family, happy, leading a normal life. He understood that when he married Sarah, he gave up the right to a typical normal life, but he still hoped that someday they would decide together to have children. It was what Chuck wanted most in this world, after Sarah of course.

"Um, ok," Chuck's voice was unsure. Sarah knew what he was probably thinking, and even though she hated seeing him hurt like that, it was going to make what she was about to say that much sweeter.

"There is nothing I want or need more this world than to be the mother of your children, Chuck Bartowski. I can honestly say that I can not wait for the day we welcome a beautiful baby boy who has your curls and eyes. I can't wait to be a mom. To your kids."

"Our kids," Chuck corrected quickly. He was now smiling ear-to-ear and their hands had found each other at Chuck's side.

"Our kids," Sarah repeated. She was now sporting a heart-stopping smile of her own. This was not how she had envisioned this conversation playing out, but it turned out better than she could have ever hoped for. How could she have ever doubted him? He had proven to her time and again that no matter what, he still loved her. She just hoped he knew she felt the same way.

"I love you," she stated. It wasn't forced or strained, it was just right.

"I love you," Chuck replied, giving her a kiss after. He broke it off way too soon for Sarah's liking, and she gave him a pout. "What's wrong?"

"I was just thinking…." She looked up at Chuck and once she caught his eye she grinned mischievously, and licked her lips slowly. "I was thinking that tonight is as good a time as any to get started on our family, Mr. Bartowski."

"Your wish is my command, Mrs. Bartowski." Chuck took ahold of Sarah and flipped her onto her back. He hovered above her, peppering kisses down her neck. She moaned when he kissed the spot in between her breasts, and whispered for him to hurry up. He didn't have to be told twice.

An hour and two rounds later, they were in the same position as before, Chuck on his back with Sarah laying her head on his chest.

"I am the luckiest man in the world," Chuck had meant to say it to himself, but he had accidentally said it out loud, and Sarah heard. She quirked an eyebrow at him, and grinned.

"And you're about to get luckier," she said with fire in her voice. Before he knew it, she was straddling him, kissing him passionately.

Later, when they were cuddling, Chuck once again said the words Sarah desperately needed to hear, even if she already knew it was true.

"I'm never leaving you, baby. I wouldn't make it ten steps without you by my side."

Sarah never had that nightmare again.

Late 2016. Bartowski Household. Burbank, CA.

They had moved Emily to her nursery about two weeks ago. She had been getting better at sleeping through the nights, but she still woke up at least once a night. Chuck didn't mind getting up to take care of her, but Sarah always was disappointed when her pillow left her alone in the wee hours of the morning. Stephen was almost four years old now, and he took after his father, sleeping like a log most nights. He also could sleep through most disturbances, also like his father.

This time, Chuck woke up when he heard Emily fussing over the baby monitor. Sarah had, over the years, learned how to sleep like a normal person. She used to sleep so light that if Chuck even sighed, she would wake up. Now, she slept much deeper, but she still tended to wake up if Chuck left the bed, no matter how sneaky and gentle he thought he was being.

Chuck executed his well-practiced move of rolling Sarah onto her back gingerly and extracting himself from her death grip. If he was being super-attentive he would've noticed the shift in her breathing when he rolled her. She was awake, but faking being asleep. When Chuck got up off the bed, Sarah peeked out of her right eye and saw him putting a t-shirt on. She frowned at him covering up his body. He crept out of the room as sneakily as he could, and Sarah played along, feigning sleep.

She could hear Chuck slowly making his way down the hall towards the nursery. Sarah waited a few moments until she knew Chuck was in Emily's room and would be distracted. She got up and quickly threw a robe on.

Chuck walked into the nursery and immediately could hear Emily quietly crying. It always broke his heart when his daughter cried, even though he understood she was a baby, and it was an integral part of growing up. He quickly was at her crib side and picked her up, cradling her into his shoulder. He started slowly rocking her back and forth, and he could tell Emily was quieting down. He checked her diaper - clean. Sarah had fed her a few hours ago, so he doubted she was hungry. She just wanted some attention, and Chuck was more than happy to spend time with her.

Sarah utilized her years of spy training to silently make her way towards the nursery. She carefully stepped over the spot in the hallway that always creaked when it was even lightly stepped on. She smiled to herself, thinking of how ridiculous it was that she was literally trying to spy on her own husband and daughter. But she was curious. As she got closer to the nursery, she could hear Chuck's soothing voice, comforting Emily.

"And that was when I asked your Mommy to marry me. It wasn't exactly how either of us dreamed it would be, but it was perfect. I wouldn't trade the look on her face for anything in the world."

Sarah was standing outside the nursery, her back against the wall, hidden from view. She slowly slid down until she was sitting in the hallway. She couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"You see, sweetie pie, I had dreamed of marrying your Mom for a long time. Honestly, I was done the first time I saw her smile. And then, there I was, standing there, waiting for the most beautiful woman in the world to walk down the aisle and say 'I Do'. Right before, when I was with your Uncle Morgan, I kept asking him if I was dreaming. I still couldn't believe a girl like your Mom would want to spend the rest of her life with me. Don't get me wrong, I know your Mom loves me, it's just that sometimes when I'm with her, it's as if every single one of my dreams has come true."

The tears were now coming steadily, and she made no attempt to stop or even wipe them away.

"Another funny thing about your Mommy. When I met her, she never really listened to music. And you know Daddy loves music. So, I made it my mission to introduce your Mom to all kinds of music. I would make her CDs of great songs. Now, I never told your Mom this, but I put most of the songs on there because they were love songs, and back then I wanted nothing in the world more than your Mom to love me even half as much as I love her. Later on, I made her mixes even after we got engaged and married, because me and your Mom both love to share music with each other. One of her favorite artists now is a guy called Jack Johnson. You've heard both me and your Mom sing you songs by him, but I want to sing you one of my absolute favorite songs by him. It's a song about your Mom. You and your brother are in too, though."

Chuck softly began singing to Emily, in the rocking chair, cradling her in his arms. Sarah tried desperately not to make any noise, which was becoming more difficult as she shed tears of joy harder and harder.

I've got an angel

She doesn't wear any wings

She wears a heart that can melt my own

She wears a smile that can make me wanna sing

She gives me presents

With her presence alone

She gives me everything I could wish for

She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home

She could make angels

I've seen it with my own eyes

You gotta be careful when you've got good love

Cause the angels will just keep on multiplying

But you're so busy changing the world

Just one smile can change all of mine

We share the same soul

Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh

We Share the same soul

Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh

We Share the same soul

Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh

As Chuck ended the song, Emily closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

"I thought you'd like that song tigger," Chuck whispered. "I'm sure your Mom liked it too, if she could hear it out in the hallway…"

Chuck heard a soft, short laugh come from right outside the door. Then, feet shuffling, the sound of a back sliding up the wall, and finally, Sarah's head crept around the doorframe.

"Hi angel," Chuck said, grinning. He could see the tears on her face, and she was giving him a sparkling smile.

"Hi, Chuck." Chuck had never heard her whisper that softly.

"Did you her all that?"

"Mmmhmm. Thank you."

"Sit with me?"

Sarah just nodded and slowly walked to Chuck. He got up, and they made their way to the love seat. Chuck handed Emily to Sarah and she didn't wake up, just nuzzled herself into her Mom's shoulder. Sitting there, Chuck had to pinch himself. How lucky was he? Here was the most beautiful woman ever, who he had somehow conned into marrying him, holding their daughter. Their daughter, who happened to be a carbon copy of her mother, right down to the sparkle in her blue eyes and the dimples that appeared only when she smiled at her parents. It truly was like all his dreams had come true.

"Chuck?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Remember when I told you I thought I'd make a horrible mother?" Chuck couldn't figure out why she had said it at the time, or why she was repeating it now. She continued. "Thank you for helping me prove myself wrong."

"Anytime," was his simple response. She smiled and opened her mouth slightly, asking for a kiss. Chuck reached over and gave her a long, tender kiss that ended up being a little sloppy. Neither of them minded. When they broke, Chuck spoke softly to Sarah, trying not to wake Emily up.

"You know that you're a wonderful mother, Sarah. I'm not going to sit here and go into a long drawn out speech about all of the things that make you such a great mom, because we'd be here for days. I'm just so incredibly proud of you. You never complained and you were so brave during both pregnancies. And i'm not just talking about the physical stuff. I know it's hard for you, and I want you to know that I think you're the best mom a kid could ask for. But i'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I always knew you could do it. You can do anything, remember? You're Sarah."

Sarah smiled as Chuck spoke, and when he said the last thing she flashed back to that rooftop in downtown LA. When Chuck was about to be taken from her, and she couldn't help but let the tears fall. He had told her then that she could do anything. Because she's Sarah. When he said it then, she couldn't help the giggle that escaped. Now, so many years later, it meant all the much more. He had always believed in her. He would never give up on her, he had proven that. He had unwavering faith in her abilities as a wife, a mother, a partner, and a friend. He was the first person that had ever trusted her so completely, and she made sure that she reciprocated the sentiment.

They sat there in complete bliss for another half hour. Sarah finally slowly got up and gently put Emily back into her crib. Chuck noticed the vacant seat next to him, and was suddenly standing at Sarah's side, both of them looking down at their daughter. They both kissed her goodnight and walked slowly hand in hand back to the master bedroom. They got back into bed, at which point Sarah looked up at Chuck from her position tangled in his limbs.

"I love you, Chuck. Always, forever."

"I love you, Sarah. Until the end of time."

They always loved being corny.

2017. Chicago, IL.

They had a rendezvous in a parking lot about ten minutes from the garage. Chuck got out and went over to speak with Smith. Sarah could see that Chuck was nervous about the plan, even if he wouldn't say it. There were a ton of variables, and Casey would be in real danger, but neither of those reasons had ever stopped them before.

"OK Smith. It's time for you to contact them," Chuck said as he got in to the passenger seat next to him.

"Alright," Smith replied. He took out his secured PDA, opened up the server, and began typing exactly what Chuck was dictating.

Tailed them downtown.

Cover was blown.

Targets attempted to apprehend me.

Now have John Casey in custody.

Lost the others, partner still in field searching.

Orders?

When Smith finished typing, he looked at Chuck and asked, "Shouldn't I ask them to meet me?"

"No," Chuck smirked. "I want them to initiate contact. It won't be suspicious that way. Once they see you have Casey, they should want to meet in person, or at least figure out a way for you to get them him. If they are the ones who suggest a meet, they have no reason to suspect you. If anything, they now trust you more since they think you captured Casey."

"Smart." Smith was impressed.

They waited there for a reply on Smith's PDA. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Then an hour.

Finally, Smith's PDA beeped and vibrated. He had one unread e-mail. He opened it up and handed it to Chuck.

Well done.

Secure Colonel Casey.

Will contact you soon with meeting place and time.

Be vigilant about tails.

Start heading south.

Chuck smiled when he read the e-mail. They bought it. The fish had taken the bait. He informed the rest of the team of the development, and could tell that they were relieved the first part of the plan had worked.

"They seem to not suspect anything," Chuck said. "But all that means is that we have to be even more careful and aware. We can't afford to screw up now." Everyone nodded in agreement. "We're going to start heading south. Casey, I want you at least a mile ahead of us on the highway. Remember, I can hear everything you do. Signal me if anything seems off or wrong. We can't take any chances."

They silently loaded up into the Suburbans. Morgan seemed to be a bit nervous to Chuck, but he had bigger fish to fry. Sarah also noticed, and since she was sitting shotgun, took it upon herself to try to comfort Morgan. She was distracting him, talking to him about how Stephen was about to start taking karate lessons. That left Chuck to wander around in his own head, thinking about the ramifications of this plan failing. They could all be captured and thrown in the same dark, dank room Alex was currently in. Of course, there was always the chance that one of them could be gravely injured or even die. That was a risk they used to take without really thinking about it when they were agents, but now it was different. Chuck and Sarah had kids waiting for them to come home. He simply could not allow anything to happen to any of them. He made a silent promise to himself while driving that Suburban south out of Chicago. He would do anything and everything in his power to not only get Alex back, but keep everyone safe. He was going to need everything he had learned as a spy, as well as everything the Intersect had to offer.

Chuck now knew one indisputable fact - it was going to get much worse before it started getting better.

A/N: I know the whole Sarah-spying-on-Chuck-in-the-nursery thing has been done, but it's just too sweet to not do. I hope mine was at least a little original!