A/N: Who let Molly in?

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

The camera cuts to the interview chairs. Zondra and Carina are sitting in them. "The four of us going out to dinner," Zondra began. She chuckles. "God, what a train-wreck."

"Chuck was being careful not to let his anxiety run wild with him later that night by not saying anything-" Carina began.

"Which led to him texting me all night about what an idiot Sarah must thought he was," Zondra added.

"While Sarah was trying not to spook him, which led to me and Zondra having our own night out basically, with these two just along for the ride," Carina finished.

The producer speaks. "They seemed to get past this hiccup."

Carina and Zondra both smiled and turned toward each other. "Molly," the simply said together.

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The camera cuts to a young girl sitting in the interview chair. "Hi, I'm Molly Jozwiak. About eight years ago, I met Sarah Walker. I was four years old at the time. My family was dead." She pauses.

"You don't have to do this," Sarah's voice is heard off camera.

"No, I want to," Molly replies. She looks back at the camera. "I was in the hospital, I was terrified, and my head hurt…a lot. I could barely speak English at the time, and I was just so scared."

She smiles at someone off camera. "And then this beautiful woman comes in and begins to speak to me, in a language I could understand, and I asked her a question. Czy umiesz zaśpiewać Kotki Dwa?"

"Can you sing Two Kittens," Sarah is heard saying off camera.

The producer speaks, sounding one part amused, one part gruff. "Just go sit with her." Sarah walks into frame and sits down beside Molly.

"It was a Polish lullaby my mother used to sing," Molly explained. "It was the first time since the shooting that I didn't feel scared."

There were tears in Sarah's eyes. "After I sang to her, I asked her if she had anyone. She told me she didn't, which broke my heart. I'm guessing that's probably about the time Ellie saw me."

"I wasn't thinking about my aunt an uncle at the time," Molly admitted. "Sarah helped me find them, and she's been like a big sister to me. She's called me from on-set, she's called me from other countries, she's always checking up on me."

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The camera cuts to Chuck who is sitting in the interview chair. "Don't tell those two, but the first time I heard that song, I thought it was a Klingon death chant."

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The camera cuts back to Sarah and Molly in the interview chairs. "I learned later how much Chuck helped me out. He and Ellie became like a brother and sister to me as well."

"Especially after what happened when you hit your head again?" Sarah asked. Molly grinned and giggled, nodding.

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Chuck was lying in bed the morning after the four had gone out. He was berating himself, having barely slept the night before. In an attempt to not say anything stupid that his brain would use against him, he had hardly spoken all night. He knew when he first met Carina, he had done it, but her outlandish ways had quickly defused that, and now he verbally jousted with her on the regular. Sarah….Sarah was Sarah freakin' Walker and what in the hell was he supposed to do with it?

"Regular people," he snorted. "She has no idea how amazing she is." A loud pounding on his door made him lift his head. He threw off the covers, padded over to the door and opened it. Ellie was standing there, a very concerned look on her face. "Sarah tell you how bad dinner was?"

"Nope," Ellie replied, all business. "I need your help. It's Molly."

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Fifteen minutes later had them at the hospital. Chuck had dressed in seconds, and the two of them rushed to the hospital. Ellie explained that Molly had hit her head, was having a headache, and was having some flashbacks to that awful day a few years ago when her parents had died. Ellie was off today, and Molly was the only doctor she would see. No other doctor would give her a problem, but Howard was the attending physician today. He was dying to get on Ellie's and Awesome's podcast and constantly bugged her. He was also a stickler, and Ellie was worried he would demand to see Molly. There was no way that was happening. Chuck's job, whether he chose to accept it or not, was to keep Howard away.

He asked how he was to keep Howard away, and Ellie told him however he had to. And that's how Chuck Bartowski found himself in a hallway, by himself, trying to watch for Howard and avoid him all at the same time.

"Chuck?" he heard off to the left. He tried to control his eyes, but he knew they widened. He plastered on the biggest smile he could and turned.

"Hey, Howard!" Chuck responded.

"What are you doing…was that Sarah Walker?" Howard ask, looking past him, toward the doorway Ellie had gone through.

"What?" Chuck legitimately asked. "Why would Sarah Walker be…HERE?

"Well, she might be," he argued. "She knows you."

"How do you know that?" Chuck asked, a little taken aback.

"She's was on your podcast," Howard replied, giving Chuck a look like he was an idiot.

"I didn't know you listened," Chuck admitted.

"Hey, maybe she's here because wants to use this hospital in the show and she's scouting it out," Howard continued.

"Listen, Howard, they have sets for this stuff," Chuck tried to explain.

"Well, her production company is new, so maybe to save money it would be cheaper to use an actual location than build a set," Howard countered. "I mean you don't know everything."

"I am an Executive Producer on the show," Chuck reminded Howard.

"But she's the boss, and maybe, just maybe she hasn't told you everything," Howard pointed out. Chuck wanted to blow out a frustrated breath. More from having to have this conversation, than the conversation itself, although…the conversation was bordering on the side of ridiculousness.

"Okay, Chuck, we have to admit, he figured us out," Sarah said, walking out from the door that Howard claimed to have seen her from. "Please don't be upset with Chuck, he was just doing what I was asking, and was acting clueless."

"You did it very well," Howard told Chuck. "It was like you didn't know what was going on."

"It's so hard to play like you don't know what's going on," Chuck said to Sarah as she walked up to him. He could see her fighting the urge to chuckle. "I mean, you kinda have to convince yourself you have no idea what is going on, and just go from there. I have you to thank for this amazing experience."

Sarah twisted her lips, fighting the laughter. "So?" Howard asked, his voice low, excitement on his face.

"So," Sarah replied, looking around, and then leaning in like she was telling a secret. She began to speak, her voice low. "So, there's this secret scene that we are considering. Very secret."

"It's so secret we like to pretend it doesn't even exist," Chuck added in his own low voice.

It took every bit of training Sarah had not to laugh. "There's this thing that might happen, that we might need a hospital, but we can't really talk about it, but I needed to see what an actual hospital looked like."

"I can give you a tour," Howard began.

"No, no, you don't want to be too realistic," Chuck told Howard.

"You don't?" Howard asked.

"No," Chuck told him. "Because people have a certain set of beliefs in their head about how something should look, or something should operate. If you were realistic, you'd destroy the magic of TV. TV is meant to be escapism, so sometimes you have to go with what is assumed, instead of what is real."

"Exactly," Sarah added, giving Chuck a look.

"That makes a lot of sense," Howard agreed.

"Well, it's not my idea," Chuck admitted. "I heard a famous actress explain it that way once."

"She sounds quite smart," Sarah said, grinning at Chuck.

"She's freaking brilliant," Chuck replied with a shrug. "She's really responsible for where I am today."

Sarah looked away before she exploded with laughter. "So, is there anything I can do?" Howard asked. "And, what do we say if someone else sees you, like paparazzi."

"Tell them we're secretly dating," Sarah told him. She felt Chuck staring at her. "In the next few days we're gonna have to do a lot of public appearances and if someone saw us here you can just say we met here to go off on our date because we thought no one would think to look for us here."

"That is true, who would think to look for you here?" Howard admitted. "But do you think they'll believe it, you dating someone like Chuck?"

"I appreciate that you think I'm not good enough for him," Sarah began.

"Wait, what?" Chuck asked. Sarah turned to Chuck. "I think he means I'm not good enough for you."

"You, the man who has helped me at every turn, launched his own podcasting company, a man as smart, funny, handsome-"

"Handsome?" Chuck blurted out, stunned.

"You've got some nerd chic thing going for you," Howard answered. Sarah and Chuck both looked at him. "He does."

"He absolutely does," Sarah agreed. "Plus you're kind, take care of others." She paused. "How long would you like me to go on?"

"I'm one part a little bit embarrassed, and one part would like you to keep going," Chuck admitted, making her laugh.

"Oh, yeah, and honest. Honest when most men wouldn't be, so, Chuck Bartowski, yes, you are more than good enough for me, probably too good."

"Too good?" Chuck replied. "Yeah, like I'm too good for one of the most bad-ass women I have ever met. Like I'm too good for someone who will go to amazing lengths for people in their moment of need." He saw the twitch of her mouth as she tried not to smile. He couldn't help the grin. "I don't think anyone is too good for you."

"Fine," she chirped, turning to Howard. "Apparently we're perfect for each other if anyone asks."

"Got it," Howard said. He began to say something else when he was paged over the intercom. "I need to go," and with that he took off.

"I mean, you kinda have to convince yourself you have no idea what is going on," Sarah quoted Chuck, her shoulders shaking from laughing. "Oh my God, I nearly busted up laughing at that."

"I appreciate the impromptu lesson in acting," Chuck said, laughing as well. Why was he able to do this with her so easily? He turned to her. "Listen, last night…last night I need to apologize for."

"You don't owe me an apology," Sarah began.

"No, I absolutely do," Chuck said quickly. "I need to apologize because I feel like I put you in a bad spot. I don't know if you've realized this, but I think you're kinda amazing."

"I've picked up on some hints," she said with a grin.

"And, you, not the movie star, not the TV star, but you, Sarah Walker, are a bit large than life to me, and I didn't want to stay awake all night because I worried of some stupid thing I said and then I would catastrophize it. And-and, you have to know I do the same thing sometimes with Ellie, and Carina, and Zondra…the saying something stupid and thinking about it all night." He paused for a second, blew out a rough breath, and continued. "It's bad enough to think everyone you know…really know…could be thinking, 'he's and absolute dipshit.' They know me, I know them, and I know…I know they'd tell me if I was." Sarah chuckled at that. "It would be terrible to have no defense against my anxiety if it told me you thought I was."

Sarah gave him a sad smile, moved closer, and rubbed his bicep with her right hand. "Chuck Bartowski, I think I know you well enough to know you are not an absolute dipshit, and if you were, I'd tell you. Going forward, if you think you've done something, text me, call me-"

"No, that can be worse," Chuck cut in. "Not because of what you might say, but because if you're busy, if you're asleep, and you don't respond…my brain says it's because you don't want to hurt my feelings."

Sarah shook her head, and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in close. "I am so sorry for this bully in your head. I need you to know that I am going to always be real and honest with you."

"Thank you," Chuck said, wrapping his arms around him, telling his mind to shut up, that this was a friend hugging him, and nothing more. "The not knowing is what really kills me sometimes."

"I've got you, Chuck," Sarah told him. Neither of them saw Ellie standing in the doorway that Sarah had come from, watching them.

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The camera cuts to the interview chair that Ellie is sitting in. She has a soft smile on her face. "Oh, I saw the whole thing." She put her hands in front of her and brought them down as if making a rainbow. "Magical."

A/N: *squints at screen* Is that progress? Nah, can't be.

Next time:

She was gathering her things when she heard her office door open, she turned, having just picked up a banana from her desk, and saw Chuck. She felt her mouth go dry. She felt her heart race. Good Lord… "Do I look okay?" he asked timidly.

"Perfect," she said, and thrust her hand with the banana at him. He raised his hands as if surrendering, his eyes wide. "What?"

"You're pointing that thing at me like a gun," he replied. She couldn't help laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Chuck lowered his hands and began to laugh as well. "I've never been held up before, especially by a banana."

If I didn't know better I'd say they might be flirting….wait, do I know better?