Hey, so I just couldn't leave this alone, so here's the third chapter.

I don't own Chuck, if I did it would not have ended.

Chap 3:

The three spies sat in the van outside of the Buy-More. Computers surrounded them, making it hard to move in the high-heels that Sam wore. She was not used to wearing high-heels, in fact she kind of hated heels. Sam jumped out of the van, to get away from the other two women. They were yelling at each other, arguing about Anna's plan.

"I don't want to stay in the van. I got into this ridiculous get-up, and I don't want it to be for nothing. Plus I have a score to settle with one of the employees, if he still works here." Hannah yelled, fizzling off at the end.

"No," Anna said, simply, "Stay in the car."

Sam rolled her eyes, and stalked off towards the door, putting in her ear piece as she walked. She walked into the store, having long since figured out the security cameras' paths. She stepped slightly to the left, making it look like she was shifting from foot to foot. She looked around the store, not seeing either of her parents. She did however she her uncle Morgan. He was standing leaning on the Nerd Herd desk, filing paperwork, trying to shake his tail.

His tail, otherwise known as Cassandra, shook out her long brown hair, trying to contain her excitement, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, when can we leave? Are we going to Uncle Chuck's house? When is Sammy coming home? "She continued to badger her father for information, acting like any other seven year old. She blinked her large bright gray eyes, looking sweetly towards her father.

"No, Cassandra, we can't leave, I have to finish this paperwork. Yes, when we leave we will be going to Chuck's house. Samantha will be home soon enough; I think she is in D.C. visiting her grandfather, Mr. Burton. Cassandra, don't touch that, I am not paying for anymore broken electronics." Morgan Grimes looked around the store, seeming to look in all the blind spots the cameras had. "Hello miss, can I help you." he smiled kindly at Sam.

"No, just browsing. Thank you." She turned around, whispering into her watch as she turned, "Hey, guys have the pick-up team called?" She heard a lot of static, as Anna ripped the headphones off Hannah's head.

"No, but Beckman called, she said to expect the call in about 2 minutes. I'll come in right after the call. Sam signed resigned to feeling the creepy stares from all the male employees for a couple more minutes. She looked down to see Cassandra looking up at her.

"Hi, Sammy, why is your eyes different? And why is your hair black? Why are you wearing heels, I thought that you didn't like heels. You said that it made walking harder, and kicking boys harder too. And why are you here, in Burbank, Daddy said that you wouldn't be back for a while." She puckered her lips, unhappily.

"Hi, Casey. I know, I've got a mission for you." Sam said, thinking fast. "You've got to distract you Daddy, like R2-D2 did for Leia, in Star-Wars. Ok."

Casey smiled happily, "Alright I can do that." She skipped over to her father.

Chuck was sitting in Castle, wondering about how, after so many years of saying that it was their last mission, he and his wife continued to be lying to their family, and putting their lives in danger. He really wanted out of the spy business, but after a while had just accepted that it wasn't going to happen. Then about six years ago, he figured out why, he and his wife really liked the business. They couldn't leave, they had both agreed years ago, not to quit the spy business with each other.

He sighed, a little as he started looking at all the security feeds. He was waiting for confirmation from Beckman, he was doing a study for her on his off time, and someone was coming to pick up the package. He was slightly worried, because he was already vaguely familiar with the design. But Chuck thought that the government was giving up on creating their own intersect. He frowned, but then got the text from Sarah to call the agents.

He dialed the number he was given, waiting for the agent to pick-up. There was a click, signaling that the other party had answered. "Hello, my name is Charles Carmichael; I believe you are waiting for a package?"

"Affirmative, send location, we can be there in five minutes." As they talked, Chuck typed, quickly at a computer.

"That is not necessary; my team will bring you with them." He smiled as he watched the edge of the security screen, as Casey threw a bag over one of the agents heads, knowing that in the parking lot Sarah was doing the same to the others.

Sam felt, more than saw, the bag being pulled over her head, as she was dragged out of the store, and put in, what she was pretty sure, was their own van. She was vaguely aware that they were going around in circles. She was ripped out of the van and pulled into a very cold place. Sam dinged her knee on the descending stairs. She made a strangled noise from the pain, trying hard to remember her training in torture.

The bag was removed, and the first thing she saw was the computers, more than anyone could have imagined. She felt like a kid in a candy shop, she longed to touch the keyboards. Then she noted the people that surrounded her. To her infinite surprise she saw, her uncle John, looking further left, she jumped in shock. "Mom? Dad?"

The couples' eyes shot over to the agent chained to the chair, "Samantha Vivian Alexis Bartowski?"