I do not own Chuck, because if I did Sarah would have been pregnant by the last episode. Also for flash2007, I even put in a little bit of "Giant Blonde She-Male" in this chapter. Thanks to everyone who has favorite, Alerted, or Reviewed this story you have been really appreciated. Now on to the story!

Chapter 4

Sam's parents' eyes looked back and forth, in her direction, looking everywhere but at her. They seemed to think that the young agent couldn't possibly be their child. Her parents were defiantly good at denial, she would give them that. She looked around at the underground lair, please at the momentary break from punishment. She couldn't believe she had said that out loud.

The room itself was metallic, and it beeped in an almost musical manner, thanks to the numerous computer, and television screens. The screens filled most of the room, making it feel almost cluttered. Sam looked at her parents again; her mother was dressed in a skin-tight, black, cat suit, making her look years younger than she was. Her father was dressed in combat ready clothes, a bullet-proof vest covered most of his chest, and numerous guns were attached to it.

Her uncle John was looking straight at her seeing straight through her disguise, as if it weren't there. She had the strangest feeling that if she weren't her parents' kid that they would see through it as well. As she was thinking through this line of dialogue her parents decided to get a clue. They looked straight at her, and started to glare.

"Samantha, what are you doing skulking around the Buy-More, hiding from the security cameras? What happened to your hair? And why are you wearing heels?" Her mother, Sarah, asked her. Sam smiled queasily, knowing that whatever she said she would be in trouble. "Your father and I thought you were part of a Black-Ops team here to pick up a package." Sam sighed in relief, just as she was about to spin a spur of the moment lie, the speakers blipped, and the generals face appeared on the monitors.

"Good, Bartowski you found them. Why are they tied to chairs? This is a peaceful mission, not like when Dekker was involved. Get it together." Beckman stated, nodding to accent each point. Her parents nodded, and Uncle John grunted. Beckman looked over to Sam, and started talking, "Agent Jones, report." Sam shook her head back and forth emphatically, but seeing no other alternative she nodded.

"Well general, as you can see we were unfortunately staled in picking up the hard drive, but as soon as we receive it, we will be on our way to D. C. to work on the intersect. Until then Agents Wu, Clarke, and I will be in Burbank."

"Good, and Sam, what have you done to your hair?" the general asked quizzically.

Just then her uncle, Morgan Grimes, walked down the stairs, holding Cassandra, "Hey anyone up for some sizzling shrimp?" He asked quizzically, not noticing that the tension in the room could have been cut with a knife. "Wait a second, Samantha? I can't believe I didn't recognize you when you came into the Buy-More. How are you? When did you get back? How is your grandfather?" He asked rapidly as he always did.

"Hey, Uncle Morgan, I would love some sizzling shrimp. I'm doing alright, other than realizing that my parents were running a spy security team right under my nose and lying to me and my siblings about it. Then they tied me up to a chair, and interrogated me. Grandpa Burton is fine, and I got back around an hour ago. Hey Casey." She smiled at her cousin. Who smiled and waved seeing that silence would be best in this situation.

Just then Beckman started hyperventilating, well not really, because she was a five star general, but the effect simile of hyperventilating, "Ok, first of all, what is that idiot Grimes doing down there with a child? Second of all, why is she calling Grimes, Uncle Morgan? Agent Jones can you please explain this all to me? What is going on?"

Sam replied, "Apparently I have no idea."

Her father stood up from the seat he had sat down in as soon as the General had started talking, "Excuse me general, maybe I can shed some light on the subject. I'd like to introduce you to my daughter, Samantha Bartowski. She is sixteen years old, and a brilliant computer hacker, if I do say so myself. She has two brothers and two sisters, and numerous not related Aunts and Uncles."

"Well that explains the quick work she did on computer hacking techniques in basic training, but what about all the rest? She has learned gun training, seduction school, self defense, criminal thought patterns, torture techniques, and undercover training. She aced them in two weeks, three days. So how do you explain that?" The general shot out in her brisk manner as Sam sat and cringed.

"Well I taught her the torture techniques, thought it might come up, with imbeciles of parents she has, although still not as bad as Grimes, who lets his seven year old down into a secret base, where we store guns." John Casey grunted out in his usual brisk manner.

"I helped with the gun training, lots of first person shooters, but I didn't do all of it. I defiantly did not train her for the kickback on an actual weapon." Morgan got out before Sarah could open her mouth.

"I trained her in Karate, Ti Kwon Do, and Jiu-Jitsu, which I thought was perfectly acceptable since I am a self-defense instructor. It's not like I was going out of my way to give my daughter skills that nobody knew I was capable of." Sarah said this, with a pointed look towards her husband, who shrugged.

"Alright so I get it now, lots of people taught her what they thought she needed to know. Now Bartowski would you untie the others, please." The general barked out.

Chuck reached over and pulled off the black hoods covering the other two women in the room, pulling out the mandatory earplugs while he was at it. He looked down at the two women, "Anna, Hannah, what are you guys doing here?" But he was waylaid by his wife walking straight up to his ex-girlfriend and slapping her straight across the face.