A/N: I need to work on a few fics I'm close to finishing.

Brain: Orrrrrr

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

"Why are your hands purple?" Graham asked. Chuck glanced over at Sarah. She was tight lipped. He turned back to Graham, but before he could answer, Graham had another question. He was staring at Sarah, specifically at her right cheek that looked like something had been smeared on it. "Is that blood?"

"No?" Sarah answered.

"That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question!" Graham said, trying to keep himself calm. He turned to Chuck. "Do you have anything to say about this?"

"Not really, I know who she is and accept her for who she is," Chuck told Graham.

"And while that is very sweet….IT IS NOT THE POINT!"

"I think he's angry," Sarah said to Chuck.

"Did you shoot Diego?" Graham asked Sarah.

"Yes, but I didn't kill him, more of a flesh wound," Sarah replied.

"You were told he is off limits because of the treaty!"

"Well, I didn't mean to, it was just a habit," Sarah began.

"Sarah," Chuck said softly. Sarah sighed. "I think it's time we tell him the truth."

Graham sat back, crossing his arms. "Well, it's about time."

"It all started with the treaty," Chuck began.

}o{

"How drunk were you last night?" Chuck asked, helping Sarah off of the couch.

"Sorry, babe, I had a few drinks with Cathy, she was trying to cheer me up," Sarah admitted. "It wasn't too many, I still have my pants on."

"Those aren't your pants," Chuck pointed out. She looked down at the hot pink pants and knew immediately he was right. "Those are Cathy's pants."

"Why the hell does Cathy have my pants on?" Sarah asked. Chuck just stared at her. "I mean I told her I had on my favorite Diego hunting pants on, and then…then it gets fuzzy."

"What exactly happened last night?" Chuck asked her.

"We were just in here, drinking wine, talking about how my job sucked," Sarah began.

"Your job sucks?"

"Yeah, I now can't finish my mission," Sarah told him.

"Sarah, it's one mission…ONE. You've completed every mission but one." As soon as he finished speaking he knew what he said was wrong. Her eyes narrowed, her lip curled. "DIEGOOOOOOO!" she growled.

"Sarah, how is Cathy doing with…you know? The fact her husband left her."

"I'm her only real friend," she said softly. "She's gone after Diego, hasn't she?"

"Let's not jump to conclusions," Chuck warned her.

}o{

"I'm gonna jump to a conclusion," Graham said, looking like he had a migraine.

"She's going through a lot," Sarah said, defending Cathy.

"I don't know if she's going through as much as I am," Graham muttered.

}o{

"Where do you think you're going?" Chuck asked Sarah a few minutes later.

"With you, to find Cathy," Sarah replied. "It's just a light recon mission to find Cathy, that's it."

"Then why, are you carrying FIVE POUNDS OF EXPLOSIVES!?"

"To be prepared," Sarah answered with a shrug.

}o{

Graham groaned. He had his right hand covering his face, peaking out between two of his fingers. "Is he dead?"

"No?" Chuck answered.

"That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question," Graham said in a very tired voice.

}o{

"Is she any better with a gun than she used to be?" Chuck asked as they drove to where Cathy's cell phone said she was located.

"Some," Sarah said. Chuck turned to look at her and then back to the road. Sarah stared straight ahead. Chuck was telling himself it was because she was driving. "You don't believe me do you?" She asked in a small voice.

"Do I believe she is getting some better? Sure," Chuck answered. Relief swept through Sarah. "Do I believe the first person she tries to shoot will die of gunshot wounds to the entire body because she is so bad? Yes, yes I do."

"Probably bleed out if we're honest," Sarah said with a shrug. "I mean, she's my friend, but she's pretty awful at everything spy wise. She's only doing this because I made her feel better about her ex."

}o{

"Tell me Sarah didn't kill him!" Graham said, suddenly sitting up straight. "It's one thing for you to do all this stuff to Diego and his men, but an innocent civilian?"

"I didn't kill her ex," Sarah said proudly.

"He and Sarah and Molly had a tea party and he fled the state screaming," Chuck told Graham. Graham sat there, just looking back and forth between the two.

"I don't know if you're serious or joking," Graham admitted.

}o{

"Do you know your speeding?" Chuck asked, holding on for dear life.

"I have acknowledged the sign," Sarah replied, flooring it to save her friend from doing something stupid.

"You're seventy miles an hour over the speed limit!" Sarah pushed the gas in harder.

}o{

Graham just looked at Chuck and shook his head. "You had to know that was coming."

"I really should have," Chuck admitted.

}o{

"We're here!" Sarah yelled, bringing the car to a stop. Chuck fell out of the door, and kissed the ground. "Quit being so dramatic," she said, grabbing Chuck by the shirt and dragging him inside.

"You can't kill me!" they heard being yelled. "I have diplomatic immunity because of the treaty!"

"Come on," Sarah said, running toward the doorway. "Cathy don't!" Chuck saw her disappear inside, and a gun shot rang out.

"SARAH!" he screamed. He made it to the doorway, and saw Sarah had tackled Diego. "Was he painting?"

"I paint to relieve stress," Diego said from underneath Sarah. "Because of her, I have so much more stress now."

"I've landed in blue paint," Sarah growled.

"Move, Sarah, and I'll finish him!" Cathy said, aiming at Diego. Sarah jumped up, and yanked the gun away from Cathy. "No, you're right, you should do it."

Sarah turned to Diego, squatted down on her haunches, reached over, and dipped her finger in the blood from the spot on his arm where the bullet had grazed him. She smeared the blood on her cheek. "Your life is mine," she said in a cold voice. "I saved you, and when this treaty is over…I will end you."

Diego crawled away as fast as he could. He was on his backside, pushing away with his hands and knees. He finally flipped over, got up, and ran.

"It's his house, where's he going?" Cathy asked.

"To report me, most likely," Sarah told her. "Go, I've got this." Cathy looked at her. "Go." Cathy fled the house.

"I'm proud of you, you could have killed him," Chuck pointed out.

"I have to follow the rules now," she groused, standing. "I'm a mother now."

"More of a MILF," Chuck said winking at her. She grabbed him by the shirt, a grin on her face. "Sarah, the authorities on their way."

"I am the authorities," she said. Chuck nearly fainted.

}o{

"Is that why your shirt is buttoned up wrong?" Graham asked. As Sarah looked down at the buttons that were mis-buttoned, the door burst open, making Graham jump. Mary walked in with Molly.

"GOTTA PEE!" Molly announced. Sarah hopped up and grabbed her, the three women left the office.

"It's almost like they're in on it together leaving just you and me alone to deal with this stuff," Graham said, giving Chuck a level look.

"She did nothing wrong, and at the end of the day, if she did kill Diego, or Cathy did, you would make sure she had a medal pinned on her," Chuck pointed out.

Graham shook his head. "Go," he said pointing at the door. Chuck got up, tugged on his jacket, and headed out the door. "They are all psychos," he muttered, shaking his head.

A/N: We're all a little crazy around here….