A/N: It's a girl? Is it really a girl? *shrug* Before I forget again, a big thank you to my beta, Angelgurl0. She has been my cheerleader, the person I bounce ideas off of, and she sometimes says an innocent word and I'm off and writing. You guys keep saying you don't know how I write so much, a lot of it is her simply asking, you got anything to read…Thank you my friend, I truly appreciate it….I give you Ch 3 Babymoon

A/N 2: Sorry this one has taken so long. Some fics I struggle with, but never this one until this chapter. I know what I want to do, but it's just not jumping at me like normal. So again, I apologize. Maybe writing the heavier stuff has made this one harder to get into, I don't know. As always thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, or Molly, and Grace is staring at me….


He could do this. Nice and slow. Carefully, taking small measured steps, making as little noise as possible while his intended target had no ide-

"Chuck, what are you doing?" Emma asked, never turning around to look at him.

"Being butthurt because Casey told him he couldn't sneak up on a corpse," Sarah said, walking into the room, dipping her finger in the cookie dough batter her mom was making. Emma gave Sarah a look. Sarah returned the look and ate it right in front of Emma, never batting an eye.

"Boy, someone is crank…craving some things," Chuck said.

"Nice save," Emma muttered.

"I'm not cranky," Sarah said, glaring at the both of them. She stared at Chuck for a minute.

"You need Rocky Road ice cream," he said. "Sit down and I'll get you some." She nodded, and went to sit at the bar. "And she says I'm butthurt," he fauxed whispered to Emma. He heard a low growl from the bar. He and Emma both turned and saw Sarah staring at her phone. "Sarah, they'll be okay," he said softly. She looked up and put her phone down, irritated.

"I know, it's just…you know?" she said.

"You shouldn't be eating the cookie dough," Emma began.

"I know, I know, it has raw eggs, I know," Sarah said, banging her head on the bar.

"That's kinda my thing you're doing over there," Chuck said. Both Emma and Sarah turned to stare at him. He sat the bowl of ice cream in front of Sarah. "I really need to just keep my mouth shut at these times," he muttered and walked away.

"Chuck, come back," Sarah called. He paused. "If you don't who will I gripe at?" Chuck just kept walking.

"Okay, Missy," Emma said. Sarah gave her an amused look; she couldn't remember the last time Emma had called her Missy. "Want to tell me what this is all about?"

"I told you," she began.

"No, Sarah, what's is bothering you? Don't tell me it's because you're not on the mission, because you never go in the field anymore, and now this has you upset?" Emma asked.

"This one is kinda a big deal," Sarah said. "They could use us. They won't even let us have the option of being involved."

"Ted told me he's in the van for this," Emma said

"They could really use me and Chuck in an analyst role," Sarah explained.

"Casey won't even let us in the van, not just on the mission, but in the van," Chuck said from the doorway. Sarah gave him a sad smile and patted the seat beside her. He gave her a wary look, relented, and came and sat beside her.

"I'm sorry," she said. Chuck kissed the top of her head. "He's being a worrywart."

"She's not joking," Chuck said, shaking his head in amazement. "I mean he's making sure everything is just perfect for her. It's…scary."

"So, what's the problem?" Emma asked.

"He could use our help and he won't because he's afraid something will go wrong and it will be his fault if anything happened to one of us," Chuck said, irritated. "I mean we hardly go out, but it's the whole, 'No, you can't' like he's our father."

"I mean at least I was an agent," Sarah replied. Chuck looked at her, a little hurt. "What, I was!" Chuck mumbled something, got up and walked off. Sarah sighed as she watched him leave. "It's not fair to Chuck," she said softly. "Every time he's needed, he comes along with no fuss, even if he doesn't want to, but now…Chuck doesn't want the spy life but to just tell him he can't and knowing how much he cares about everyone, and they could really use him…"

"And this is Chuck we're talking about, right?" Emma said with a knowing look on her face. Sarah twisted her lips and looked down. "You two need to get away," Emma said. Sarah looked up at her. "Just you and him, get away from all of it, because very soon, you won't be able to." Sarah grinned thinking about the little one being there soon.

"Kinda hard when you have two daughters," Sarah replied.

"It's not like I can't find several to watch them for a few days with me," Emma said, grinning. Sarah looked out the door where Chuck had just left.

"I'll think about it," she said.

"You have to take him with you," Emma said.

"If I have to," Sarah said, mock exasperated, and sighing dramatically.

}o{

Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue started playing on Chuck's phone. He reached for it, noticed how late, or early it was depending on your point of view, tapped the screen a few times, sighed contently, and shut his eyes.

"A little on the nose isn't it?" Sarah asked. Chuck shrugged. "So they're home okay?"

"I guess," he answered. "All I know is they went in the front door and punched in their security code. Sarah yawned, shut her eyes, and struggled to find a comfortable spot.

"Are you pouting?" Chuck asked.

"I can't lay like I used to," Sarah whined. "It's your fault."

"Listen, I'd say it is a shared responsibility," Chuck replied. He felt Sarah glare at him. "Okay, it's all my fault." She smiled and snuggled in to him. Everything About You by Ugly Kid Joe started to play on his phone.

"Chuck, are you wanting him to kill you one day?" Sarah asked. Chuck picked up the phone.

"What's up, Casey?" Chuck asked. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's fine, Bartowski," Casey replied. "You and Walker have time in the morning for a meeting?"

"I think we can clear our schedules," Chuck replied. "Decided you need us."

"Don't have a choice," Casey said, and hung up.

"Someone should have hugged him more as a child," Chuck said.

"Who hurt him?" Sarah asked. She looked at Chuck, and pulled her lips between her teeth. "Speaking of hurting people, I'm sorry today about what I said. I know it hurt you."

"Wanna talk about it?" Chuck asked.

"Do you?" she asked hopefully.

"Not really, but you're not going to sleep until you do, which means I'm not going to sleep," he replied, his eyes shut. There was silence for a minute.

"Chuck," she said quietly. "I'm pregnant and know hundreds of ways to kill you." Chuck's eyes popped open.

"I just had the most terrible dream," Chuck said. "I dreamed I told you I didn't want to hear about something which is the farthest thing from the truth because anytime you want to talk about something I want to hear about it right then and there."

"That's a little thick, but thank you," she said with a satisfied smile. "Chuck, when I decided to leave the field, I decided to leave the field. Now Casey is telling me I can't be in the field. It was my company Chuck."

"If Carina was pregnant and got hurt on an op you were on and something happened to the baby," Chuck began.

"I'd be upset…" she said, trailing off. Chuck shrugged. She glared at him and huffed. "Get some sleep."

"You know if you keep acting like this we're not having any more kids," Chuck said, rolling over. He felt the glare. He tried to ignore it. He felt a hand on his hip tracing its way slowly. "And I'm the biggest liar ever." Sarah roared with laughter. He rolled back over, she snuggled into him and they both drifted off.

}o{

It was about 10 am before Carina and Casey came into work that morning. Sarah and Chuck tried their best to act normal, but they were very curious as to what Casey thought it was they could do. The two were in Sarah's office when Casey stuck his head in.

"You two got a minute?" he asked. Chuck looked at Sarah as nonchalantly as he could.

"I'm free, are you?" he asked. Sarah looked at her calendar for a moment on her computer. She knew she had nothing but they were both feeling a bit petty.

"I appear to be free," she said. They turned toward Casey who had a look on his face.

"Funny," he said and walked off. The two hurried after him. They walked into the conference room, and it found it full. Bryce, Zondra, Carina, Morgan, Alex, and Casey were already there in their seats. The monitor was on, with Beckman talking, but she stopped when the two walked in.

"General," Sarah said. Chuck had a speculative look on his face. Sarah walked toward her chair, but Chuck refused to sit. He leaned up against the door frame and crossed his arms. Sarah looked at him, a little surprised.

"Let me get this right, when we offer to be involved we're benched, but when you need us, we're supposed to come running," Chuck began. Beckman turned to Casey, who looked away.

"What do you mean you've been benched?" Beckman asked. "While you've never been an agent or analyst, your insights have been invaluable. I was told you didn't want to be on as many missions because of Sarah's condition."

"It's being pregnant," Sarah snapped. "It's not a damn condition." Chuck looked at Beckman with a look that said, "see."

"I apologize, Sarah," Beckman said. "Casey, would you like to tell me what's going on?"

"General, when Chuck was undercover as Max," Casey began. Chuck groaned, and Casey couldn't help but smile. "Walk..I mean Sarah here was a basketcase."

"I was not," Sarah snapped. Carina gently laid her hand on Sarah's arm.

"Sweetie, you were," Carina said. Sarah looked at her, sighed, and dropped her head on the table.

"See," Casey said, his hand pointed toward Sarah. "Here was the roughest, toughest, most badass CIA agent I ever saw, and now she's…ugh," he grunted in disgust.

"We know Casey, she full of emotions and you're afraid you might have a lady feeling or two," Chuck replied. "I've told you feelings are what make you human."

"Feelings get you killed," Casey countered.

"Casey, if someone took Chuck, would you get in my way to find him?" Sarah asked.

"Hell, no I ain't stupid," Casey replied. He thought for a second. He swallowed and pointed in her direction. "But, the baby…I mean you could…"

"Dad, you are aware women have been being pregnant for many, many years and were able to do all sorts of things, right?" Alex asked.

"Casey, in some countries they work in the field up until they have the baby, then as soon as they have it they're back in the field soon thereafter," Morgan added.

"Yeah, but Americans have become weak," Casey groused.

"Casey, are you calling Sarah weak?" Chuck asked.

"Hell, no!" Casey said, snapping his head up looking at Chuck like he was stupid. Chuck's eyebrows were up, waiting for the realization to hit him. Casey looked at Sarah. "Sorry, I'm not good at this stuff."

"I'm aware," Sarah replied. "However, you mean well, and while I thank you, how about we talk about the mission and make a decision?" Casey nodded.

"Sarah, Chuck, we need you," Beckman said, trying to get the meeting back on track. "We need you to do surveillance and get intel on possible Fulcrum agents. It could take at a week, in fact, if you want, we'll make it a week mandatory."

"Emma already knows, and Morgan and I are going to help watch the girls," Alex said.

"I have already cleared this with the General," Beckman said with a smirk on her face. Chuck turned to Sarah, who shrugged.

"General, I'm willing to help but being away from our family, I don't know," Chuck said. Sarah walked over to him, and he slipped his arm around her.

"Chuck, we need you and Sarah to go to this location," she said, a luxury resort showing on the screen. Chuck and Sarah exchanged a glance. "It is the premier babymoon resort in California, that specializes in pampering both expected parents." Chuck and Sarah were looking at the resort on the screen, smiles growing on both of their faces. "In this specialized resort, because there aren't enough couples on babymoons, there are regular accommodations. We have reason to believe that Fulcrum is there using this site as a meeting place. We have sunglasses, and other items with cameras in them. They will take pictures, wirelessly transmit them to the surveillance van where Bryce will see if he can flash on anyone."

"So you want us to," Sarah trailed off, afraid if she said it, it wouldn't happen.

"Go on a vacation," Beckman said.

"Is this for real or are you trying to get rid of us for a bit?" Chuck asked. Beckman chuckled.

"No, Chuck," Beckman said. "We need you and Sarah to go on a babymoon for a week. We need you to lay around the pool, lounge on your patio, wearing your sunglasses and take pictures of anyone you can. We need you to do so in a manner that protects yourself."

"The US Government is paying for a babymoon," Sarah said. "How do we turn the cameras off," she asked. Chuck looked at her. She raised an eyebrow. "Do you want those cameras on at all time?" she asked, pointedly. Chuck thought, turned red, and spun toward the screen.

"Ah….yes, how?" Chuck asked. "We don't need them filming 24/7."

"Trust me, no one wants that," Casey muttered. Carina chuckled.

"What's wrong, Casey, afraid you might pick up some tips from the nerd," Carina said. Casey glared at Carina. Sarah smiled, realized where she was, and tried to appear professional. "You seem proud of your nerd, Blondie."

"I am," Sarah replied, crossing her arms and turning to Carina, ready to verbally spar.

"There's an on/off button on the side of the glasses," Beckman said, trying to get control of the meeting. "There are seven names listed in the hotel registry that we have determined are fake. It doesn't mean they're Fulcrum, but we need you to do your best to find out."

"Well," Chuck said looking over at Sarah who was grinning. "I guess we'll do our best to help out."

"We'll have continual support located outside of the resort in with the guys, and we have positions within the hotel secured for Carina and Casey," Beckman explained. "We'll keep Bryce on standby to look over intel, but you two will NOT engage anyone, do you understand."

"That shouldn't be a problem for me, General," Chuck said.

"Me either," Sarah said, grinning.

"If there is nothing else?" Beckman asked. No one had anything, and Beckman cut the feed. Everyone filed out except Chuck and Sarah.

"Are we really getting a honeymoon?" Sarah asked, spinning towards Chuck, glee covering her face. Chuck grinned at her.

"A week with no one around," Chuck said. The screen clicked on, and Molly was staring at them. Chuck and Sarah looked at each other and then the screen. "How?"

"The phone you gave me, the General had a few upgrades on it," Molly said.

"You gave her a phone?" Sarah asked, turning to Chuck.

"For security," Chuck said, looking sheepish.

"Did you get your oneymoon?" Molly asked. Chuck and Sarah looked at her. "What?" she asked shrugging. "I figure the problem was you never order on the oneymoon, so this should fix things." With that, she cut off. Chuck turned to Sarah.

"Uh, do you want to tell her?" Chuck asked Sarah. Sarah shook her head.

"Nope, I'm not touching that one," Sarah said. She turned to Chuck. "I guess we'll have to have another," she said, bouncing a shoulder.

"Oh goody," Chuck said. She gave his shoulder a shove and left the room. Chuck stood there, grinning. "This ought to be good."


A/N: There you have it. It took nearly a week to write, why I have no idea, but we're getting the honeymoon, a mission, and one of you is going to talk to Molly, right? Right? Oh boy….Hope you liked it….Take care…Until next time

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