Hey Guys! So this chapter is A LOT shorter than my past ones but there wasn't much more to write in this one.

There is a mention to another story of a dear friend of mine in here. You should read ALL of her Chuck stories because they are my favorites and I'm not scared to promote her. Her pen name is Imagination Parade. Check them out.

Also I do not own Chuck. If I did well . . . we would of had a magical Disney moment.

Chuck and Sarah walked up the stairs slowly, not even taking in the debris from the fight had broken out in their house. If the walls could talk, there would be no doubt they would tell the story of the fight the children gave as they were being taken away. The pictures on the walls in the stairwell looked like an earthquake had hit the house. Then they traveled down slowly to their room. Glancing into the rooms of her children, Sarah noticed that the rooms looked very much like the walls. Items were thrown about everywhere. They finally made it to their room.

Sarah looked around their room. It felt strangely empty. She looked over to the pictures that were on her dresser of their family. The first was a picture of Sarah pregnant with Stephanie, just a few weeks before she was born. Chuck was holding her from behind and had intertwined their fingers right on top of her very grown baby belly. The second picture when Stephanie was just two years old and Andrew was just born. Stephanie was sitting on Chuck's lap and holding her new born baby brother in her arms. Chuck has his arms wrapped around her helping her hold her baby brother. Then the third one was always her favorite. Alex had taken it when Sarah was gone on a mission and she gave it to Sarah as a gift. It was a picture of Chuck sitting there with the two kids on his lap while they were seeing a movie in the park. They were sitting there and all three were staring up at the screen with the same expression of wonderment on their faces. She turned from the pictures and looked at Chuck who was behind her.

"Chuck" her voice was small. At first he didn't hear it. He was looking at the two pictures he had on his night stand. One was of Sarah and him. It was taken shortly after Morgan and Alex had moved in together. Both had fallen asleep snuggled together on the recliner in the new apartment. The other was another picture of the day Andrew was born. Sarah was laying in the hospital bed holding him in her arms. Stephanie was climbing up on the opposite end of the end trying to get a closer look of her new baby brother and saying hello to him. None of them were looking at the camera when Chuck had taken the picture and that's what made it even more perfect to him. That's when he heard Sarah's voice call his name again.

"Yes?" he turned to look at her. She had that panicked look about her and he could see in her eyes that she was worried.

"Do you think they are okay? What if they are hurt? What if they're hungry? They are probably scared" before she could go any farther Chuck stopped her by wrapping her in his arms. He pulled her in tightly.

"Sarah, honey, you're spiraling" he started to rub her back.

"Chuck, I'm just so worried about them" she said in a small voice.

"I know Sarah," he pulled her back so she could look at him, "but right now we need to focus on how to get them back. You can't be in worried mommy and daddy mode. We need to be the spies we know we can be." Sarah nodded in return "and I promise I will do everything and anything I can to bring them back." He looked at her.

"We, Chuck" she stated "they're our kids." At that moment he pulled her in close.

"I love you" he whispered.

"I love you too, Chuck" she stated as she wrapped her arms around him.

"No! I want my mom and dad!" Stephanie screamed as struggled from her capture in the man's arms. The man attempted to keep ahold of her but it was proving to be harder than he imagined She swung her head back and even though she hit her head into his teeth in the process she gave the man a fat lip. She then swung her arm back and hit him right in the ear. Meanwhile holding her by the waist he got her into the holding room as quickly as he could.

"There you go you little brat" he threw her in and slammed the door closed. He turned to walk away and he noticed his lip was bleeding a little bit. Cursing some words under his breath he walked away. Stephanie was at the door, banging both fists on the door and was still screaming after the man.

"Stephanie" said a small voice from behind her. She stopped for a minute and turned to look at the two behind her. There was little Emily sitting on the ground and curled in a ball. Andrew was sitting next to her.

"Sorry" she said as she turned and sat down on the other side of Emily, "I just want to go home."

"I want my mommy and daddy" Emily said sadly with tears threatening to come down her cheeks.

"Me too." Andrew said. The three of them sat huddled together on the floor in the very back of the room.
In the same building, the man who Stephanie had given a fat lip to was walking into a different room that held a long table. The man was shaking his head nursing his lip with his hand as he walked in and sat down next to another man.

"Did you get your ass kicked by a 6 year old?" the man who was already in the room ask.

"Shove it, Morse" the man responded "she was not easy to get ahold of. I thought with the way she was fighting me that she was slip through my hands and run away."

"Don't worry Jenkins" Morse said "she wouldn't have gotten far anyway. There was no where she could go."

"It still doesn't count for the fat lip she gave me. Hurts like a bitch" Jenkins applied more pressure to his lip. Morse just laughed at him as two more men walked in. Both were looking worse for wear. Then once all were seated the door opened up one final time. A man walked in, dressed in a suit he had longer hair that was pulled back into a ponytail at the back of his neck. He looked around at the four sitting at the table.

"So did we get the children?" he asked.

"Yes we did sir," Jenkins responded "we got all three of them sir."

"All three of them?" he questioned turning sharply to all four of them sitting at the table.

"Yes, sir" one of the men responded with "there were three in the house and you told us to get all of them."

"But they only have two," he started to pace the area in front of the table, "did you go to the sister's house? She is the one with three kids."

"No, sir. We checked the address and everything. We made sure we had the right house."

"Did you by chance get the babysitter?" he questioned.

"No, we left her right where we found her" the man named Jenkins chuckled as he said it.

"Follow me." At that the man with the ponytail charged out of the room and to the holding room where they were keeping the children. It didn't take them long to reach the room. As they walked up they noticed that all the children were still huddled together in the back of the room holding each other. As he looked in, he realized that they did get the right children but it was just an added one.

"Did we get the right kids?"Jenkins asked. He wasn't sure if he could go through another beating by a child like that.

"Oh you sure did. And I know exactly what to do with the extra one."