A/N: It's been almost two months, and I left them in an awful place, but then again, maybe I didn't. This one is complete, at beta, being finished up now. This chapter, another, and an epilogue, and maybe…maybe a shinny red….

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

He felt her move against him. It wasn't a, I just woke up and am trying to get my bearings move. It was a sinuous, feline move. "Woman, I am only human," he managed to get out. He felt her shaking from laughter, and then wrap her arms around him tighter. "Why are you so good to me?"

He lay on his side facing away from her, and she held him from behind, her lips pressing kisses into his curls. "I like you," she said with a shrug. He rolled over in her arms and she let go, so she could put her elbow down to prop her head up on her hand. "I love you, and I don't want you to ever question that you are loved." She reached down with her free hand, and gently bopped him on the nose with her finger, smiling at him.

"I'm starting to get that impression," he told her. She swatted him playfully on the chest, and started to say something, when a knock on the door grabbed their attention.

"I'll get it," she told him, and before he could argue, she slipped out of bed. He turned his head as she slipped on a robe. "Really?" she asked.

"Trying to be respectful," Chuck replied.

"There's respectful, and there's ridiculous," Sarah told him, smirking. Chuck laughed at that, as she opened the door. "Ellie," she said, surprised.

"Hey, uh, I need to talk to Chuck," Ellie began.

"Sure, come on in," Sarah said, stepping aside. Ellie didn't move, a slight grimace on her face.

"I don't mean to sound rude…" Ellie trailed off.

Sarah smiled at Ellie. "I get it, brother-sister talk. I get it," Sarah replied.

"Yeah," Ellie replied. "Listen-"

"No, don't apologize," Sarah told her, cutting Ellie off. "You two need to talk. I completely get it. You probably did last night, but I imagine you weren't in the right headspace for it."

Ellie gave her a thankful smile. "Have him meet me outside, when he can," Ellie said.

"Down by the shore, ten minutes," Chuck called out, hopping out of bed, grabbing his things, and heading toward the shower. Ellie nodded that she'd heard him.

"I won't ask if you're okay, because there's no way you can be," Sarah told her. "Is there anything I can do?"

"You just keep his head up. Okay?" Sarah nodded. Ellie wrapped her arms around the younger woman. "I am so damn mad at them," she said softly.

"Me too," Sarah replied, just as softly. "Me too."

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Chuck walked down to the beach. He saw his sister standing there, her arms crossed, staring out at the water. Chuck walked up, and stood beside her. She looked up at him and then back out at the water. "I had no idea," she said softly. "I'm mad at you for not telling me what you went through, I'm mad at them for what they did to you, and I'm mad at Casey and Gertrude-"

"Whoa, Casey and Gertrude saved my life," Chuck interrupted.

"I know," Ellie said. "I know, and I know how Gertrude and Casey are, and for them not to tell us…" Ellie trailed off, shaking her head. Chuck had never seen her this mad before.

"You think Dad threatened them?" Chuck asked. Ellie shrugged. "Ellie, he wouldn't."

"Was he ordered not to?" Ellie asked. Chuck let out a breath, and looked out over the water. Sarah had asked him last night what he thought had happened, that would cause Casey not to tell him. Chuck had no idea then, and he had no idea now. "By the time Casey realized what had happened, was the damage already done, and he was told not to?"

"Maybe," Chuck said with a shrug. "I'm not that mad at them. They were here for me. They tried to help me… but Mom and Dad were here… knowing what I had… was… going through… Jesus, Ellie, I can't wrap my head around how shitty our parents are."

"If you had known the truth though… if Casey and Gertrude had told you," Ellie began.

"No, Ellie, no. It wasn't Casey and Gertrude's call. Plus, let's not forget there is Molly to add into the mix," Chuck reminded her.

"God!" Ellie said, exasperated and pissed off. "Chuck, it's not fair!"

"No, it's not," Chuck replied, with a shrug. "But we are where we are. And because of it, I have you again, I have Molly, I have friends and family, and I have Sarah."

"You do," Ellie said, a smile on her face. She paused and looked around. "Do you own this place?" Chuck scratched the back of his neck. "Do you?"

"No, not exactly," Chuck replied. "Molly does." Ellie's eyes widened, as he shrugged. "Hey, we had to do something with that money."

"Where else is it?" Chuck looked away. "Chuck? Did you hack?"

"What? No!" Chuck said, looking back at her. "I hid it. In a lot of offshore accounts, in Morgan's bar, buying this place. I hid it, everywhere, but I'm scared for Molly. These guys are crazy. They think they deserve that money."

"He's going to have to kill them, isn't he?" Ellie asked.

"No," Gertrude said, walking up. "I wasn't trying to pry, but I came to get you two to finish up what was started last night. But no, Casey can't be the only one; there's too many of these nuts."

"We are going to have to kill them," Chuck said softly. "If not, they'll kill Molly."

Gertrude was silent a moment. "Chuck, we wanted to tell you, Casey wanted to tell you. But…" She blew out a breath, and looked out over the water.

"Need to know?" Chuck asked. Gertrude closed her eyes, and nodded her head. "They are on a mission, aren't they?" Gertrude nodded again. "They're on a damn mission, and I was considered acceptable collateral damage."

"Beckman tried to get the CIA to understand what they were doing to you," Gertrude told him. "When Molly was found alive, by Casey, the CIA tried to take her. But General Beckman reminded them that they were still in the States. She had a choice: Tell them to back off you and tell you the truth, or save Molly, because she didn't trust the CIA."

"She made the right call," Chuck muttered. Gertrude looked at him, shocked. Chuck grinned at her. "Beckman bet on me, didn't she?" Gertrude smiled at him, and nodded.

"She knew of you, knew who you were, and thought you were the best chance of saving her. And by doing so, save yourself in the process," Gertrude told him. "She was right."

"He's pretty amazing," Ellie said, smiling at her brother. "Now, let's go save your husband." Gertrude gave Ellie a look. "I won't tell, don't worry."

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For the next hour, Casey explained what happened that night. Chuck and Sarah, sitting on either side of Molly, held her, as Gertrude watched Molly. Ellie reached new levels of pissed off Chuck never knew existed. When Casey finished, there was silence for a moment.

"Molly owns my bar?" Morgan said, trying to process the whole story.

"That's what you got out of that story?" Casey asked, stunned.

"It's how he processes," Molly told Casey, with a shrug.

"No, she was a silent partner that you have bought out," Chuck said gently to Morgan.

Morgan turned to Chuck. "Dude, she owned my bar."

"She did Morgan," Anna confirmed. "You helped her by hiding that money."

"I did?" he asked. Anna nodded. "I did," he said proudly.

"Now what do we… I mean, you, do with it?" Morgan asked.

"Whatever the hell she wants," Casey said, with a shrug. "She's eighteen."

"Oh, God," Chuck groused. "Remember young lady," he began, and they both burst out laughing. "Have you got any ideas?"

"I do," Molly said, looking at Carina, then Zondra, and finally Sarah. "And I'd like you three to be a part of this." She spun toward Gertrude and Casey. "And of course, you two."

"What am I, chopped liver?" Chuck asked.

"Oh, you're one of the most important parts," Molly said. "In fact, this whole thing sort of hinges on you."

"Me?" Chuck asked, looking around.

"Dad… remember Batman Incorporated?" Molly asked.

"Is she seriously talking geek right now?" Casey grunted.

"It's nerd, and what did you expect, after her living with him?" Gertrude admonished him.

"Yeah," Chuck answered, ignoring Casey, intrigued but confused.

"Victims Incorporated," Molly said. She watched Chuck's eyes go wide, and a smile grow on his face. "Do you think we can get those five to be a part of it?"

Chuck shot up off the couch, grabbed Molly, and spun her around, as she screamed in delight.

"I'm sure it's good, but what the hell is going on?" Casey asked.

"Victims Incorporated functions as a service, which provides assistance to those who have lost loved ones at the hands of Gotham crime," Morgan began. Everyone stared at him. "What? I read Batman, as well!"

"We know, dear," Anna said. "But what does that have to do with Hawaii?"

"There are no unsolved crimes in Hawaii?" Morgan asked. Sarah, Zondra, Carina, Gertrude, and Casey all shared a look, and all began to smile. "The program also solves cold murder cases that the GCPD has been unable to crack. Sooooooo…"

"We get to help those who thought there was no more hope," Sarah said softly. "I'm in."

"Me too," Carina said.

"Morgan, you better figure out a way for this to work, because I'll drop your hairy ass in a hot minute," Zondra told him.

"Your fired," Morgan said with a wave. "You too, Chuck."

"Really?" Zondra asked.

"Yeah, besides, you two flirted way too much, and made customers nervous," Morgan said.

"Fred," Chuck told her. "It was Fred."

"Do you think it was when I asked if you'd let me behind the bar for a Blow Job?" Zondra asked. Ellie's eyes widened, as Chuck howled in laughter.

"I really should have put my foot down with that nonsense," Morgan groused.

"Nah," Chuck replied, as he finally quit laughing. "It was probably if you knew of The Cure For Blue Balls." Zondra howled in laughter, as Sarah shook her head at the two.

"Seriously, that has to be against so many regulations," Morgan continued.

"You laughed more than anyone at them," Anna reminded him. She looked up at Chuck and Zondra. "That's not the best one." Both turned to her, trying to stop laughing. "One afternoon while it was really slow, Zondra sauntered up to the bar-"

"I do not saunter," Zondra protested.

"Gurrrrl," Chuck began, making her laugh again. "You sauntered."

"Fine," Zondra relented.

"Anyway," Anna continued, wiping tears from her eyes from laughter. "Chuck asked you what you needed, and you replied, 'Tie Me to the Bedpost.' Poor Fred nearly fell off his stool."

"And then Chuck here, looked me dead in the eye, and said, 'I know you mean the drink, but because you're dying to know: silk scarves.' And then he turned and made the drink, not looking at anyone. Fred damn near choked." Zondra was nearly crying from telling the story.

"And you talk about me being a teenager," Molly scolded him.

"Well, it's obvious you were the adult in the house," Sarah told her.

"Obviously," Molly agreed. "Okay, is everyone in on this?" Everyone nodded. "Ellie, Devon, we might need your medical expertise from time to time."

"Awesome," Devon said. "But, what about you and the people coming after you?"

"We need to take them out," Casey told Devon. "But we need to do it in a way that protects us, gives us the upper hand."

Anna's phone rang. "Hello," she answered. Her eyes went wide, and the color drained from her face. "Don't hurt her," Anna pleaded. Anna looked at the phone, the disconnected sound heard by everyone. "They said they have my mom, and they're going to kill her if we don't give them the money."

"Give them the money," Molly said. "No one else should lose their life over this money."

"Molly," Gertrude said gently. "If we give them the money, they'll buy weapons, and other materials for war."

"She's right, kid," Casey said. His phone rang, and he smiled as he looked at it. "Wang," Casey answered. "Solid copy," and he hung up. "I know where they are."

"So, how do we do this?" Chuck asked.

"Cut off the head, the snake dies," Casey told Chuck. "But, I need at the snake."

"What do you need me to do?" Chuck asked. Casey grinned. "That is a scary sight," Chuck muttered.

"I need Piranha."

A/N: But Piranha needs his drinky drink and Chuck can't drinky drink….oh my, what ever do we do? Find out next time.