A/N: I can hear you now. David, is this called Chuck vs the family because it's going to be Chuck vs the mob or its about Chuck and…well…family? Yes.

Also, sorry, there was a death in the family and I couldn't get my mind right to edit. That's why this is so late. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Chuck just stared at Casey, having no idea what it was he was supposed to do. "And how, may I ask, do I make a yapping dog…stop yapping?"

"Little Sammy is into construction," Casey began. "You know what, let's get to the heart of it, I'm betting he's cutting corners, breaking laws, that sort of thing. You understand computers, how to look at files, you also have a background in flipping houses."

"I am so not following," Chuck admitted.

"Numbnuts, it's the mob," Casey growled. Chuck choose not to argue seeing the look on Casey's face. "If there is a buck to be made, they will. Be it, claiming they used one type of material, but used a lesser one instead, and got away with it."

"But inspectors-" Chuck began.

"Can be bought and paid for," Casey told him.

Chuck was silent a moment. "Why don't your people do this?"

"Because my people are too busy keeping people like Jack safe, and making sure they testify against criminals. If I had an actual lead, I could tell someone in the FBI, but all I have is my gut, and while I trust my gut…" Casey trailed off.

"Your gut doesn't get a search warrant," Chuck said, beginning to understand. "But the problem is, even if we find something, it will take forever to prosecute."

"Little Sammy is on thin ice," Casey told Chuck. "If it were known to higher ranking members of the family that he were about to cause problems with investigations…" Casey spread his hands.

"He could die," Chuck pointed out.

"Walker and her mom will die if we don't stop him," Casey countered.

"That is a very excellent point," Chuck conceded.

"Look, kid, your only hope of no one dying? Convince them to go back into WitSec."

"They don't want to," Chuck told Casey.

"And I don't blame them," Casey said, blowing out a frustrated breath. "Their life has been hell." Casey opened the van door. "Keep the folder, look it over. Want me to talk to Big Mike?"

"Nah, I think I have other things to think about," Chuck said, holding up the folder. He got out of the van, watched Casey shut the door and a second later the van pulled away.

}o{

Chuck drove home, changed and went over to the house they were working no. He entered and watched as the three women were working in tandem, bringing down the offending wall. It was like they were a natural unit. Chuck wondered what it had to be like, Sarah having to move constantly, change her name, her identity. How could she be close to anyone? All because her father did the right thing so long ago.

"Ogling again, Chucky?" Carina nearly purred, making Chuck almost jump to the roof. He spun and really had no idea how she had gotten behind him. Had he been that far off in his thoughts? "Seriously, you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Chuck asked. "She seems to be working out well."

Carina nodded. She knew what this was, deflection 101, a Chuck Bartowski special. Since she and Zondra had entered the Buy More some time ago, and found Chuck, the only guy there who hadn't hit on the two of them, she had watched him go out of his way, to avoid all of his past.

"Yeah, we think she should join the crew," Carina told him, watching him turn toward Sarah and observe her.

"Well, you should know that I'm about to be around here full-time," Chuck told her, turning back to Carina, a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes. "Big Mike told me that he had taken advantage of me for too long, and it was time for us to part ways."

"He did, did he?" Carina asked. It was obvious that Chuck didn't work at the Buy More any longer, but Big Mike not taking advantage of his best worker….something was rotten in Denmark.

"Yeah, soooo, think it could work with all four of us?" Chuck turned as soon as he finished speaking, seeing the last of the wall come down, and Zondra and Sarah high fiving.

"I think we can figure it out," Carina told him.

"Cool," Chuck told her. "My 'office' still in the other room?"

"Yep, and I even have put some bills in your in-box," Carina told him. Chuck raised an eyebrow. "It wasn't sexual."

"I know, you feeling okay?" Chuck asked. Carina gave him a shove and he headed off to the other room where his paperwork was kept on site for the job.

"What's he doing here?" Zondra asked, walking over to Carina.

"Big Mike decided to quit taking advantage of him," Carina told Zondra.

"Really?" Zondra asked, not believing that for a moment. "That guy has more secrets than the CIA." Zondra got a grin on her face. "So now that the wall is down, you and I can do what you and I need to do." Carina grinned like a Cheshire Cat, knowing that Zondra was up to something. "Do you know that Blondie said she has never been able to take a walk in the park?"

"What?" Carina said, stunned. "Did they keep her inside twenty-four/seven?"

"No, but unnecessary exposure was frowned upon," Zondra told Carina.

"They'd really frown if they knew about my unnecessary exposure," Carina quipped. Zondra rolled her eyes. "You know, with Chuck back, and nothing to do but paperwork, it would probably be a good reward for her to go to the park. We could get Chuckles to take her, not that you and I are trying to fix them up, it's just logical given what all we have to do here."

"And it would keep them out of our hair," Zondra added. The two bumped fists. Zondra paused. "This is going to be one of those really awful Hallmark movies that's on like forty-seven times during Christmas and twelve in July for Christmas in July, isn't it?"

"Probably," Carina nodded. "But hey, we'll be entertained."

"And that's what's important," Zondra told Carina.

A/N: Oh, look….another chapter. Ain't I sweet?

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Hey, thanks for this," Sarah said, as Chuck drove them to the park. "It's kinda exciting for me." She paused as she thought about what she had just said. "I guess that's sad, really."

"No, not sad," Chuck replied. "Just…different."

"Yeah," Sarah agreed, nodding her head. "That has been most of my life…different." She was silent for a moment, looking out the window. "It wasn't like I was a prisoner in my own home or something…well, maybe it was."

"That had to be…difficult."

"It was," Sarah told Chuck. "It was a relief that your family got to find out at the hospital. I just get so tired of making up excuses for why I really can't go out to a crowded place. People who got to know me, and there really weren't many, began to think I had social anxiety or scared of the outdoors, or…I was just weird." She was silent for a moment. "I don't even remember the town we were living in, but there were some bands playing in the square and I just wanted to listen to them, with other people."

Chuck sat there, Casey's words echoing through his head. "Look, kid, your only hope of no one dying, convince them to go back into WitSec."

"I'm guessing you really don't ever want to go back into WitSec?" Chuck asked.

"Oh, God, no!" Sarah exclaimed. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I appreciate everything they ever did for me, but…God, Chuck. To make sure you never had your picture taken on social media. To make sure you were never 'too good' at anything so the paper wouldn't get your picture. To make sure you were good enough at things so no one would look into your past…It's not supposed to be forever, but sometimes, sometimes it is."

"Do you think anyone is looking for you?"

"Mom and I talked it over, and we agree, we don't care if they are," Sarah told him. "I love Dad for what he did and how he went the extra mile for us to watch out for us, but living this way for the rest of my life…no."

"But you could die," Chuck pointed out.

"I haven't lived," she countered. "What's living when all you do is hide. When all you do is make sure you don't get hurt. If it was just not going outside, or not going to the park, that's one thing. But, Chuck, what we've been through…no close friends, no one…but us, and if we did get found out, it was over."

"But you'd be alive," Chuck said, trying to point the positive.

"I don't want to be alive like that," Sarah said with a shrug. "And it's not like it affects anyone else. It's my mom's and my decision."

"Of course."

Sarah turned to him quickly. "I'm sorry, see, this is what happens, I don't know how to be with people-"

"Hey, spiraling is my thing, and listen, you're fine," Chuck told her. "I just…I overstepped. I play things very safe and…well…I don't want to see anyone hurt. I've hurt enough people in my life with my company shutting down, and I got hurt."

Sarah reached over and squeezed his bicep. "Well, I tell you what, you teach me how to act around people and I'll make sure no one hurts you, deal?"

"Who's gonna make sure no one hurts you?" Chuck asked.

"I'm fine, Chuck. I'm fine."

}o{

Chuck sat at his desk in the basement some time later. "Son," he heard beside him, and did a double take at his mother sitting on his bed. "Dinner was an hour ago."

"Sorry," Chuck said, shaking his head. "Got caught up in my thoughts."

"I see," Mary said. "Sarah told us today that she went to the park for the first time that she could remember." Mary sighed. "Such a simple thing, you know, but it meant so much to her." She gave him a look. "And, you doing meant a lot to her as well." She was silent for a second. "She is concerned that she did something and that's why you weren't at dinner."

"No, mom!" Chuck said, straightening in his chair.

"But son…I think she did," Mary said gently. "I think she talked about life, and living and…I think it's hit you that you have not."

"Mom, I've lived, it's just…"

"Chuck, no you haven't," Mary told him. "Not in a few years. You've simply existed. You've simply done what you need to do to get by. You live in your parents basement, not because you're a loser, or anything else, just because it's safe down here."

"What if it's not safe for her?" Chuck asked.

"Then that's on her and Emma, and frankly, I think they're tired of hiding," Mary told him. "Chuck, they have no friends, they have no family." She paused for a moment. "You have more family and friends than they do, and you're trying to avoid everyone."

"I'm not trying to avoid you or dad," Chuck protested. "Ellie, maybe." Mary snorted, knowing the bond between brother and sister. They were both silent. "What if I could make sure they're safe?" Mary looked at him, confused. "What if…what if I have been asked to help because of my abilities?"

"What's that line that you were always spouting as a kid? 'With great powers there must be great responsibilities.'"

"Great, throw Spider-Man in my face," Chuck groused. Mary chuckled, reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

"Come upstairs, there's dessert, and you might want to let Sarah know you're not upset with her," Mary told him.

"Don't you start with us," Chuck told her.

"I'm not doing anything," Mary assured him. "She just needs a friend, and I happen to know you're a pretty good friend when you want to be."

"Stop gushing, you're embarrassing me," he told her, grinning. His mom headed toward the stairs. "Will you not say anything I told you to Emma or Sarah?"

Mary made a zipping motion over her lips and headed up the stairs. Chuck turned to his computer, opened up his customized search engine and typed in the name of Salvadore Armone.

A/N: Oooo…what? You want a sneak peak? Fine.

"Hello?" Sarah said. "What are we doing here?"

"This is…Chuck's house," Ellie began.

"Technically that is true," Zondra agreed. Ellie snorted and shook her head.

"Why doesn't he live here instead of in his parents basement?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah, Ellie," Carina added in. "Why?"

Wait…what? Come back next time and find out what happened to Chuck to put him in this spot. Take care of yourself and hug your family.