A/N: I know this is a short one, but not all chapters have to be long. I find that sometimes the shorter chapters have more meaning than the drawn out ones. So here's to the short but sweet!

-Charahfan44

"So, how much do you know?" Sarah asked her daughter. They were in the living room of their house; Chuck and Sarah were sitting on the very sturdy coffee table, while Emma was sitting on the couch. Jack and Jenny were still with Morgan and Alex.

"Nothing. Nobody would tell me anything, especially Jones. You weren't like, double agents were you?" Emma asked. Sarah sighed and shared a glance with Chuck.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Sarah asked.

"I want to know." Emma replied without hesitating. Sarah nodded softly.

"It all started with my dad really. He was a con man, and he showed me the ropes."

"You helped him?"

"I was a kid, I thought everything was just one big adventure."

"So how did you get recruited?"

"My father was arrested when I was sixteen, which led the director at the time to believe I would be a valuable asset. He found me in the woods behind my house, trying to leave. But he offered me a spot in the agency and I took it."

"You were sixteen?" Emma asked.

"Yep, sixteen." Sarah nodded. "My dad wasn't necessarily a bad guy, he did love me, but he had a hard time showing it."

"Is that why I've never met him?"

"Yes."

"How old were you dad?" Emma looked to Chuck.

"Twenty-Six." He coughed. Emma's eyes widened.

"That old?"

"Twenty-Six is not old." He argued.

"For the spy game it is."

"There's a lot more to my story than hers." He laughed and nodded in his wife's direction.

"Like what?" Emma wanted to know everything.

"After joining the CIA, I was bossed around by Director Graham for a few years. I eventually joined the C.A.T. Squad, but that broke off after I thought Zondra had been a double agent. So, I came back to work solo, but I was assigned a handler. His name was Kieran Ryker and I thought he was a good person, but he turned out to be rogue. He wanted me to deliver a baby to him after capturing it so he could kill her, but I couldn't. So, I gave the baby to my mom and she took care of her." Sarah laughed at the look on Emma's face.

"Molly? My aunt Molly?"

"Yes, your aunt Molly." Sarah smiled at Chuck, who squeezed her hand comfortingly.

"What happened after that?" Emma was eager to hear more.

"I had to leave and never see my mom again, to keep her and Molly safe. After that all went down, Graham gave me my first solo assignment." She looked at her husband. "Someone had the Intersect, and it was my job to find that person."

"You were the Intersect's original handler?"

"You know about the Intersect?" Chuck asked before Sarah could.

"Of course I do! Every agent has to know about the very first intersect! It's in the books that we're required to read."

"What exactly do you know?" Sarah was curious.

"Well, obviously not his location or anything. But, I know it was a man. From what the books say, he was super talented, and he was smart too. The general before Jones would never stop talking about him. She said he was the best spy she had ever seen. Even the time he didn't have the intersect, she said that he saved her butt more times than she could count." Emma seemed excited about the first intersect, and this made Chuck smile.

"What would you do if I told you you've met him?" Chuck asked.

"Please don't tell me it's Uncle Morgan…"

"I'm the intersect, Emma." He said. Emma stopped breathing.

"Honey? You okay?" Sarah waved her free hand in front of Emma's face.

"You two were the forbidden love affair? You guys were the top agents?" Emma exploded with excitement. "You guys are legends!" She jumped up.

"Legends?" Sarah looked at her as she had been exaggerating.

"That doesn't even begin to really describe it!"

"Really?" Chuck was proud of himself. He had made the books?

"Yeah! You guys had like, over 600 completed missions, and you were bad ass too." Emma laughed.

"We didn't get there overnight though, Em. We almost quit a few times." Sarah told her daughter.

"Why?"

"Because we were in love, but didn't know how to say it. And when we found someone else, the other one would get so jealous that a few people almost died." Chuck said.

"And some actually did." Sarah added. This sparked yet another question from the teen.

"How many people have you guys killed?" Emma suddenly turned serious. Chuck and Sarah definitely weren't ready for this one. Sarah especially.

"Well uh, I've only had to kill one guy. He was about to kill your mother." Chuck flashed back to the bridge incident with agent Daniel Shaw.

"You didn't pass your red test?" Emma asked.

"I faked it, but that's a whole other story."

"Oh...well, what about you mom?" Emma didn't want to know the answer.

"I was a different person back then Emma. One that I don't like to remember."

"That didn't answer my question."

"I don't really know." Sarah was being honest.

"So it's a pretty big number."

"Yeah."

"I get it, really, I do. I'm not even eighteen and I've already had to…" She stopped talking when she noticed the look on her parents' faces.

"What else do you want to know?" Chuck switched subjects.

"How did you guys get together?"

"When I found him, I posed as a newcomer to town, and asked him to show me around."

"And there I was, completely stunned by this incredible woman who happened to be totally out of my league." They smiled at each other.

"After our first fake date, I had to tell him who I really was, which led to me becoming his handler and everything just kinda went from there."

"So if you guys were able to be together and work at the same time, why'd you quit?"

"Quinn." Sarah said flatly.

"Who?"

"I lost my memories."

"What?"

"Sarah, maybe we shouldn't-"

"No, tell me." Emma cut him off, holding eye contact with her mother.

"Okay, fine. I'll start from the beginning."

Things went somewhat back to normal after the Bartowski clan had talked everything out. Sarah was still having a hard time adjusting to the fact her daughter was an agent of the CIA. Thinking about her own problems and challenges with the agency, she couldn't help but think that the same change would happen to Emma. She had been on a number of missions in the months following the incident with James Smith, and it was taking a toll on her personal life. Her grades were slipping and she wasn't mentally at her birthday party that the family had thrown just a few weeks prior.

"Hey, I thought I told you to grab the popcorn?" Sarah entered the kitchen, noticing a spaced-out Emma staring blankly at the microwave.

"Huh?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired I guess."

"Jones needs to stop giving you back to back missions, Emma."

"You and I both know that it doesn't work that way."

"Well, it should." Sarah grumbled.

"I'm gonna be okay, mom. This is what I do now."

"I used to think the same thing, but eventually I knew that the long hours weren't the best for me."

"When I get to that point, I'll let you know." Emma's phone started to buzz in her back pocket. She pulled out her iPhone6, and answered.

"Hello?" She used her head and shoulder to keep the phone from falling, as she pulled the now finished bag of popcorn out of the microwave.

"Agent Bartowski. We have an emergency." Jones' voice sounded from the other line.

"You promised I had the night off!" Emma exclaimed. Sarah looked to Emma as she grabbed the popcorn out of her hands. Emma now used her right hand to hold the phone.

"I know, but this is important."

"How important?"

"Important enough to gather the whole team. Stop asking questions and get down here."

"Whatever." Emma hung up and looked at Sarah, who hadn't moved. The look they shared explained everything.

"No, you promised." Sarah frowned.

"I know, and I don't want to go. But you know how it is mom, an order is an order. I'm sorry." Emma grabbed her keys and left, trying to force Sarah's disappointed look out of her mind. It had been four months since her parents had found out she was a spy. Emma was now eighteen, and only had a few more weeks of school left before she graduated. Everything was going great, except for the fact that she had more missions than ever. She had to talk to Jones, she needed to spend more time with her family.

Everyone was silent at first, missing Sydney. But, she had betrayed them all. Still, they couldn't help but feel as if their best friend had died. Especially Emma. Jones was sending them on a new mission already, and she was debriefing them now.

"Ryan Pierce is the target." Jones said.

"What does he have to do with anything, except for being as hot as the sun itself?" Kylie asked the general as the frat boy looking teen's picture popped up on the main screen.

"There's no time to fool around." Jones snapped.

"Kylie's right. Why are we targeting him?" Emma defended her friend.

"His father is Rick Pierce."

"The arms dealer?"

"One in the same. He is about to make a huge missile deal with China, and we have to get close to him. Ryan is always seen at this club." Jones flashed another picture onto the screen.

"The Lucky Lemur?" The girls said in unison.

"Yes, I have made fake ID's for you all, so you will be able to get in without a problem." Jones disappeared without any further instruction.

"Looks like we're gonna be having fun tonight!" Kylie laughed.

"Yeah, but who gets Mr. Hottie?" Jessie asked. Everyone looked at each other.

"Emma." Once again they were in unison.

"Me?" Emma asked.

"Uh, yeah. You are the leader of this team. Plus, you know that you had the absolute best scores in seduction school." Clara laughed. It only took them a half hour to get ready, and then they were off. The general had been right, they had gotten into the club without a problem. Sarah had called, and Emma couldn't tell her where they were. The mother was not happy at all, but it was a mission so she didn't bug her daughter about it too much. Loud EDM music was playing as the team entered, and they immediately split up.

"He's at the bar." Kylie's voice rang through Emma's ear.

"Copy that." Emma started over to her mark. She had on a skin-tight black dress, which had a very wide opening in the back to expose her toned shoulders and muscular back. Her stud earrings and black platform heels completed the outfit. She had very little makeup on, and her hair was loosely curled.

"Martini please." She told the bartender as sat down next to Pierce. The bartender stared at her as if she were stupid. She rolled her eyes, and flashed him her ID.

"Age sure treats you well." He winked at her. She frowned back at him with disgust.

"He's right, you don't look a day over twelve." Said a voice from her right. Ryan Pierce had amazing blue eyes, brown "McDreamy" hair (Emma would never admit to watching "Grey's Anatomy"), and a smile that could melt your soul. He had the whole Channing Tatum black-leather-jacket-with-grey-shirt-underneath thing going on. His dark jeans fit him perfect, and his brand new looking grey Vans shoes stood out.

"I'm Ryan." He laughed, holding out his hand.

"Emma." She replied, shaking his outstretched hand. She hadn't even realized that she had just given him her real name.