A/N#1: Happy New Year everyone! I wish you guys all the best for 2015. Thanks for the reviews, favouriting and follows. I also have to thank charahkids profusely, he basically came up with this plot line, and is completely awesome!

Chapter 12: Jason Comes Over... Words: 5966

Savannah Bartowski slowly made her way down the stairs. Her parents were always complaining about them running down the stairs, and while she sometimes ignored them, this time, she took special care to walk down the staircase. Be cool Savannah. She strolled into the kitchen and found her mother busy preparing cookies.

"Hi Mom," she greeted sweetly.

Sarah looked up from the cookie dough and smiled. "Hi baby, what's up?"

"Nothing really. I just came down to see if you needed any help."

"I'm almost done." Sarah informed her. She then turned her attention to Landon who was sitting on a play mat a few feet away from her colouring. Well, he was supposed to be colouring. "Landon, take that crayon from out of your mouth now!" The two and a half year old looked up at her suddenly and dropped the crayon from his mouth. Sarah was already wiping the flour from her hands into an apron so she could go get him when Savannah stopped her.

"It's OK Mom, I got it." She walked over to Landon and scooped him up in her arms, then carried him to the bathroom to wash out his mouth. When they returned, Sarah had just finished putting the last batch of cookies into the oven. "Where did Daddy and Zachia go?" Savannah asked, noticing their absence. She set Landon down on his feet and instructed him not to eat his crayons anymore. He nodded off and tottered off to the living room where he had left his toys.

"Well, your sister, insisted that the cookie decorations we had weren't good enough," Sarah began to explain. She was baking the cookies for Zachia's class party in the morning. "and we are also out of icing sugar and milk, so she and your father went to the store."

"Ah OK." Her father wasn't here. Maybe this was a good thing. Her mother had been the calm one when she wanted to go for pizza with Jason, while her father had been paranoid and hired Zachia to spy on her. This was very good; she could work on her mother first. Savannah noticed her mother putting away the baking ingredients and rushed over to help. Sarah smiled her thanks. When everything was put away, and the flour dusted off the counter tops, Sarah asked her what she felt like having for dinner: chicken, fish, or beef. Her choice was easy, chicken of course. "Do you need any help?"

Sarah looked at her suspiciously. "Don't you have homework?"

She shrugged. "I finished it already."

Sarah arched her eyebrow. "Really?" Savannah nodded. "Well after dinner I'll be checking it." She nodded again; she was fine with her parents checking her homework. When you had two geniuses for parents, homework was usually pretty easy.

"So is that a yes or no on needing help?"

"Yea, sure you can help." Sarah replied.

"Sooooo," Savannah drawled as she washed the vegetables. Sarah stopped cutting and seasoning the chicken and looked up at her questioningly, "at school, we were given this um, assignment, and it's sorta like a, um, ah group project, not group as in a huge group though, more like pairs, and" she stuttered.

Landon entered the kitchen then, interrupting her. "Mummy, I want juice."

"Is that the right way to ask for something?" Even though he was still young, Chuck and Sarah wanted him to be mannerly and had instilled good manners and habits in their children from a young age.

"Pleaseeeeeeeeee." He added in a sing song voice. Savannah noticed that her mother's hands would take much longer than hers to wash, since she had spices and herbs and all types of seasonings on them. She had only been washing veggies, so she dried her hands in a nearby kitchen towel and opened the fridge.

"What kind of juice do you want Landon?"

"Orange!"

She took out the carton and poured some into his sippy cup. He took it gratefully and said thank you, before going back to the living room to play with his vehicles.

"You're welcome." Savannah called after his retreating form.

"What were you saying before Landon came in? Something about a project?"

"Can Jason come over?" Savannah blurted. There, she'd finally said it. She watched her mother closely for any indication to what she was thinking. Sarah's hand stilled and she placed the knife on the cutting board.

"What do you mean by come over?" Sarah looked directly in her eyes.

"Come over as in come to our house." She replied cheekily.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Come over to do what exactly?" Sarah clarified.

"Um, well, the school assignment I was telling you about, he's kinda my partner so we have to work on it together." Under her mother's gaze, she was surprised she was able to form a cohesive sentence.

"I see." Sarah said after a while. Wait? That was it? Savannah mentally celebrated. This had been way too easy. "And what kind of project are we talking about?" Sarah prodded after a moment.

"History." She answered quickly.

"Did the teacher put you in groups and coincidentally you were partnered with Jason or did you select your partners on your own?"

Savannah knew her mom was fishing. "Well, um, ah, she um," Sarah tapped the cutting board, telling her to just spit it out; "She let us pick."

Sarah smiled satisfyingly. She had thought so. "What's the project on?"

"The people who came to the Americas before Columbus."

"Interesting. OK. I-"

"OK? As in yes he can come over? Mom, you're the best."

Sarah held up her finger and Savannah deflated a bit. "You didn't let me finish. I'll tell your father when he gets back." Savannah groaned at that. Her father would probably be dead set against it. "I'm sure he'll be fine with it." She hmphed. Yea right! Then again, her mother might make him see reason. Her father usually listened to her mother, and since this wasn't a social thing like when they had gone to the movies, and more scholastic, her father would be more lenient.

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When Chuck and Zachia returned from the grocery store, the cookies were already done and on the cooling racks and dinner was on the stove. After putting the groceries away, and slapping Chuck on the hand for attempting to steal some cookies, Sarah launched into the discussion about Jason coming over.

"Savannah has this history project at school on the people who came to the Americas before Columbus," Sarah began to explain, "and they were partnered up. So she wanted to know if her partner could come over."

"Who's her partner?"

Sarah bit her lip. "Jason." And at that one word, Chuck's eyes bugged out of his head.

"You're telling me, that out of the other thirty-one children in her class, the teacher just happened to partner her and this Jason guy together?" He laughed bitterly.

"Well, no." Sarah placed her hand on his forearm.

"She has a crush on him, doesn't she?" He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Sarah smiled at him. Savannah hadn't explicitly said it, but Sarah thought so too. "She might, but they'll be here to do homework. We will be able to keep an eye on them."

"Got that damn right." Chuck agreed. He'd be watching them like a hawk. "When does she want him to come over?"

"We actually didn't get that far. I told her I'd talk to you about first."

"You thought I'd over react again? Didn't you?"

"Maybe just a little." Sarah laughed. Chuck joined in with her laughter and then turned serious.

"Despite my apprehension about her and boys, I wouldn't take it so far as to not let him come over to do their school work." He grinned evilly. "Besides, Casa Bartowski is my lair. When he comes over I can interrogate him and see what he's really like."

"Chuck," Sarah warned, "please don't do anything crazy." Last time she had told him that he hadn't listened. Her warning had gone in through one ear and out through the next. She hoped it wouldn't be the case this time.

"I won't." He agreed. "Scout's honour."

"You weren't a Boys' Scout." Sarah deadpanned. He shrugged. It was the thought that counted.

They called Savannah down from her room and she rushed to them, trying to reflect a calm and collectedness on the outside.

"Your Mom tells me that you and Jason have a History assignment." She nodded. "Well, we talked about it, and it's fine. He can come over." She squealed and lunged at Chuck.

"Oh, thank you Daddy." She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

"Gah, gah." Chuck coughed. "You're choking me a bit."

She released him and smiled timidly. "Sorry."

"We will need his house number so we can call his parents." Sarah told her. "We have to see which day would be best for him to come over."

She nodded excitedly. "Yea, yea, no problem. I have his number in my pho-" She stopped herself short, and bit down on her bottom lip guiltily. Both parents raised their eyebrows at her. "I mean, um, I meant to say that I can email him and get his number or you guys can check the phone directory."

"Uh huh, of course you did." Sarah smirked at her.

"Dinner will be finished in about five minutes, so tell Zachia and bring down Landon for us."

"No problemo Daddio." She smiled at them and darted out of the room, running up the stairs in excitement.

"Is it me, or did she seem way too excited to be doing homework?"

Sarah chuckled and kissed his cheek. "Don't freak out."

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Savannah had been hasty in getting Jason's number to her parents and had given them after Zachia cleared the table and she did the dishes.

"That was pretty quick." Chuck commented, taking the slip of paper from her hands.

"Well, you know, we want to get good marks on this, so the sooner we do it, the better."

"Yea right," he mumbled under his breath. "We'll call his parents in a few minutes."

After putting Landon to bed, and reading Zachia her bedtime story, Chuck and Sarah reconvened in their room, ready to make the call.

"I think I met his mom before." Sarah told Chuck.

"Oh yea? Where?"

"At the PTA meeting at their school about six weeks ago. You didn't go to that one because Zachia had gotten in trouble for calling someone a 'bearded troll and an imbecile' and you had to go speak to her teacher."

Chuck laughed dryly. "I told you, she spends too much time with Casey; she even knows what a communist dictator is."

"She'll learn about it in history class anyway."

"I can totally see her blurting out something about Russians and commies being the scum of the earth when they get to that lesson."

Sarah laughed. Knowing her daughter, she could see that happening as well. She'd probably growl for good measure. "Come on." She said bringing them back to the original topic. "Let's make the call."

Chuck dialled the number and put the phone on speaker. They introduced themselves to Jason's father, who had answered the phone and arranged for Jason to come over.

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Sarah felt someone lightly slapping her cheeks. "Chuck," she groaned, "Stop that." The slaps came again. "Chuckkkkkk." She whined.

"Mummy." came a little voice and then another tap. Sarah felt a weight rising from off her stomach and then felt someone's finger pushing up her right eyelid. "Mummmyyyyy." Through that one eye, she saw a mob of dirty blond hair and two bright blue eyes.

Sarah opened both eyes and blinked twice. Landon was looking at her expectantly. "Mummy!" He said again, annoyed at her lack of response. Sarah rubbed the last remnants of sleep from her eyes and propped up against the headboard, thankful that after last night's activities, she had slipped her nightie back on.

"Good morning Landon." She greeted her only son, wondering why he was up already. Like her, he was not a morning person.

"Morning Momma." He replied, sitting in her lap. "Me hungry."

"I'll have your breakfast in a minute." She turned to look at the bedside clock and frowned. The time read 3:34 A.M. That surely wasn't right. She then picked up her phone and her eyes widened. It was 8:34 A.M.

She looked over at her sleeping husband and rudely shook him awake. "Chuck, Chuck, come on, wake up!" She commanded. Landon's joined in too, by tapping his father on his bare chest.

"That's not a nice way to wake up." He yawned.

"Chuck, we're gonna be late, come on, get up." He looked at his watch and frowned. Oh crap, he had a meeting with Morgan at 9:30 and a conference call with some associates in Turkey at 10:00. He quickly hopped out of bed and picked Landon up. "I'll go whip something up for breakfast quickly. You wake the girls up."

Sarah walked quickly down the hallway to their rooms. She pounded on their doors and yelled loudly: "Up, now! You have twenty minutes to be ready for school." Savannah groaned and pulled the covers over her head. Sarah marched into the room and yanked the covers off of her, letting the comforter fall to the ground.

"Mom!" She muttered irritably.

"I said get up. Go have a shower, get dressed and go down for breakfast. We're already pressed for time."

With a sigh, Savannah got out of bed and prepared to use the shower. Meanwhile, Zachia brushed her teeth and headed downstairs for breakfast and Sarah took her shower in the master bathroom.

"Mommy, have you seen my black shoe?" Zachia rushed into the kitchen with one shoe in hand.

Sarah glanced at the shoe in question and shook her head. "No, I haven't."

"Now what am I gonna do?"

"Put on another pair." Sarah exasperated as she finished making their lunch. She still had to cut the crusts off of Zachia's sandwich since the little girl argued that the crusts took away from the taste of the bread. As she was reaching for the knife, her hand knocked over a cup of hot chocolate. "Damn it!" She reached for a kitchen towel and wiped away the spill, thankful that it hadn't found its way onto her suit.

"Ooh, Mommy, you swore."

"I know, I know, that's one dollar for the swear jar." She finished cutting the crusts and packed the sandwich in Zachia's pink lunch box. With all three lunches finished, she ordered Zachia to go find another pair of shoes and to be quick about it. She was wearing a multi-coloured shirt and could easily put on a different pair of shoes. She looked at the kitchen; it was a mess and all the dishes from breakfast were piled in the sink, but they'd have to be done when she returned from work. "Chuck, Savannah, Zachia, come on, we have to go!" She yelled from the foot of the stairs.

Two minutes later, as she slipped on her grey suede pumps, she heard the heavy footsteps rushing down the stairs. Chuck had Landon on his hip and was struggling to hold his folder, Sarah's bag and Landon's backpack in the other hand. She took Landon from him with a practiced ease and told the girls to pick up their lunches and water bottles while Chuck put Landon's into his backpack.

"This is all your fault you know."

Chuck, who was texting Morgan to let him know he'd probably be late in getting to work, looked up from his phone. "Me? How is this my fault?"

"Last night." Sarah replied simply. What was taking the girls so long in the kitchen anyway? "Girls, come on!"

"You're the one who initiated it. It's not my fault you were so insatiable."

"But you could've said no." Sarah scoffed.

"Really? Who in their right mind would say no to you?"

Sarah could remember him doing that a few times in the past, the worse moment being Prague. She shrugged though. The past was in the past and she'd let it go. Finally, the girls met them in the foyer and at 9:10, they were able to leave the house.

With Chuck running late for his meetings, they didn't carpool like they usually did on mornings. Instead, Sarah took Savannah to school, while Chuck took Zachia and Landon since their schools were closer to C.I. "Mom, remember Jason is coming over this evening." Savannah reminded her as Sarah revved the Lotus' engine. Sarah mentally groaned. She had a guest coming over and had left the house in a mess. She'd probably have to leave work early and make sure her house was in order. Of course, she wouldn't go Ellie type crazy with cleaning, but a little vacuuming and dusting couldn't hurt. "Yea, I haven't forgotten." It's all you've been talking about for the past two days.

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Casey and Zachia were sitting on the couch, watching a Reagan documentary on TV. Savannah was also sitting on the couch, but she wasn't really paying attention. She had more important things to focus on; like Jason's impending arrival. The doorbell rang and Sarah exited the kitchen to get it. She was stopped by Savannah who ushered her back into the kitchen and said she'd get it. Before answering the door, Savannah ran her fingers through her hair and brushed off her clothes. Opening the red door, she plastered a bright smile on her face.

"Hi Jason." She greeted her friend.

"Hi Savannah." He smiled. They stood in the doorway, for a few moments, grinning at each other. "Aren't you gonna invite me in? Or will we do our homework in the doorway?" He teased.

Savannah grinned sheepishly and stepped aside, letting him in. Just breathe Savannah. Breathe. She showed Jason where to rest his backpack which was full of books he had borrowed from the library.

Sarah came into the foyer with a huge smile on her face. She extended her hand to greet Jason and he shook her hand.

"Mom, this is Jason. The boy I went to the movies wi...I mean, the boy Lacey and the rest of us went to the movies with?" Her mother knew him by seeing him at the occasional school football game, but they had never been formally introduced. Savannah was SO nervous. She knew her mother was a spy and that nothing goes by her. She could read anyone like a book. If mom's spy-der senses were tingling about Jason, this could be the first and last time Jason stepped foot in the house.

Miracles do happen.

Sarah looked at the boy in front of her, analysing him. He was taller than Savannah, which in itself was a bit surprising since she towered over her peers. Jason had a tan, suggesting that he spent quite a bit of time outside, green eyes and thick black hair.

With a bigger smile, Sarah said "Oh, hiiii Jason! So nice ta meet ya'll!

So much for the miracle. At least mom wasn't giving him the icy stare. Gotta mean for something, no?

"Uh, hi? N-nice to meet you, M-Mrs Bartowski." Sarah was receptive, Jason confused and Savannah mortified. Why was her mother putting on that accent? Is she purposely trying to embarrass me? Argh! And I thought Dad would be the problem.

There was a low rumble chuckle and a squeaky snicker coming from the couch.

Oh god. Not Uncle Casey and Zachia too?!

Sarah giggled. "Jason, I'm only playing with you. I felt like teasing my 'Vannah a little. Come, let's go to the kitchen. I'll make us all some sandwiches."

"Uhm, uh, OK."

As they headed towards the kitchen, Jason leaned into Savannah and said into her ear.

"Your mom is SOOO cool...and very beautiful...just like you." said Jason in all sincerity.

"Yeah...she is...and thank you, Jason" Savannah was on cloud nine. She did have a cool mom...the coolest.

Landon was in the kitchen, in his high chair eating Fruit Loops when the three entered the kitchen. He smiled happily when he saw his mother and sister, but that turned into a frown when he saw the boy whom he didn't recognize. "Momma!" He said and pointed at Jason who was now sitting at the table with his sister. Sarah turned to him and ruffled his dirty blond hair. "Don't know him." He continued to look at the stranger with apprehension in his baby blue eyes.

"Landon, this is my friend, Jason."

"Aren't you gonna say 'hello' Landon?" Sarah asked him.

"Hello." He said after a moment and waved his sticky hand.

"Hi Landon." Jason smiled.

As Sarah was making the sandwiches, Savannah was stealing glances at Jason and vice versa. The next time she looked, so did Jason at the same time.

Busted.

Savannah felt her neck blush and it crept onto her checks. Jason was already a tomato. They both sheepishly smiled. Geez, it's hot in here. Be cool Vannah...be cool.' She was broken from her stupor when mom said: "Casey! Sandwich?!"

Casey and Zachia didn't notice Sarah's invitation because they were so focused on the Reagan documentary.

"Mr Gorbachev. TEAR DOWN THIS WALL!" That always sent a chill up Casey's spine and Zachia in awe. Sarah narrowed her eyes and said again, this time a little louder: "Casey, sandwich?!"

This time, Casey got it. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"Zachia?"

"Ok Mommy!"

"Then, both of you get over here. I'm not bringing it over to you and besides, no eating at the couch." said Sarah with a wicked smile.

Casey mumbled "Yes Ma'am".

"C'mon, let's go Uncle Casey." Zachia extended her hand and Casey obliged and they walked towards the kitchen. Meanwhile, Savannah and Jason were feeling more comfortable. Eating and smiling and talking when all of a sudden on Jason's peripheral vision, caught a huge object coming towards him. He slowly turned to said object and his eyes widened to the size of diner plates. Standing beside him was a huge, tall, beast of a man. Jason gulped. Such men belonged in Hollywood action movies or wrestling with tigers and other wild animals… Zachia put her hand on her mouth as to not laugh, Savannah was worried and Sarah looked at Casey with a nonverbal message.

'Be nice'

'Why? You had some fun, why can't I?'

'Because I'm the Boss and I can do whatever I want.'

'Fine.'

Savannah knew what was going on between Sarah and Casey. Yep, that's what happens when you're born into a spy family. You learn spy stuff and she learned the silent comm very quickly.

So, to break the tension, Savannah said, "Jason, this is my Uncle Casey. Uncle Casey, this is Jason...uh...he's my friend at school."

Jason placed his sandwich down, cleaned his hands with a napkin and extended his hand to Casey. He was sweating bullets.

"Uh...h-hi Mr. Casey...p-pleasure to meet you."

Casey grunted and just stood there. Hands still in his pockets, staring at the boy. He looked at Vannah and silently commed.

'Please, Uncle Casey. For me?'

He then looked at Sarah.

'I'm warning you. Be NICE!'

'Fine.'

'Thank you Uncle Casey.'

Meanwhile, Zachia was looking at the whole thing and was giggling. Jason was stunned, not knowing what was going on between them and Landon was playing with his Fruit Loops, quite amused for some reason with the cereal. Casey growled as he looked down at Jason's proffered arm. Landon mocked him, doing his best imitation of a growl.

"Roarrrrrrrr!" which came out sounding more like a lion that it did a growl. Casey looked at him and sent him a small smile. Landon smiled back, proud of himself and went back to playing with his Fruit Loops. It looked like he was trying to count them all, but since he had only learnt up to ten; it was proving to be a challenge. When he got to ten, he'd just clump them back together and count all over again.

Casey...sloooowly removed his right hand from his pocket and extended it to Jason. He didn't know what to do. This man could crush my hands quite easily. He looked at Savannah and she nodded. Jason shook Casey's hand and Casey replied with a firm handshake. Sending a message. 'Don't try any funny stuff with Vannah or else.'

Jason got the message loud and clear. Disobey the silent warning and the burly man would probably rip him limb, from limb…from limb. But, Casey wasn't done. He had to have some fun. Right?

He leaned into Jason and said in a low, deep tone: "Do you find me imposing? Go ahead, you can be honest."

Jason was getting very nervous. "Y-y-yes."

"Good, I was going for imposing." Then, Casey burst out laughing and put his hand on Jason's shoulder.

"You're alright, kid."

Savannah, Sarah and Zachia were all relieved and smiling. Casey was very protective of the Bartowski clan and they loved him for it.

"Sooo, Jason? Something to drink? I have apple, orange, grape juice." said Sarah, being the perfect host and mom.

"Uh..Apple please. Thank you."

Sarah raised both eyebrows at Savannah and commed: 'Cute and polite.'

Savannah responded. 'Thanks mom, I love you.' Sarah chocked up a little and replied.

'Love you too, more than you'll ever know.' Savannah smiled with glassy eyes. Jason noticed both mother and daughter being emotional.

"Is everything ok?"

Both replied at the same time with huge smiles on their faces. "Yes, Jason."

Casey grunted. "Lady feelings."

Savannah and Sarah rolled their eyes at Casey's comment. "You love us, Uncle Casey." said Savannah with a big toothy grin. "Isn't that right mom?"

"With a name like Sugar Bear, he loves us to death." said Sarah with an evil smirk. Zachia was giggling hysterically.

Casey with huge eyes felt the blush coming up his neck. Jason took a quick peak at Casey and was holding a tiny smirk. Casey said to Jason: "You never heard that and you'll NEVER repeat it either. Got that?"

"Uh..Yes Sir."

"Oh, leave Jason alone, Casey." Sarah still had that smirk. "And here's your sandwich." Sarah handed Casey the sandwich. "Ah, ah, ah," she stopped him and swatted his hand away when he reached for it. "You and Zachia haven't washed your hands." Casey groaned. "Get on with it. I don't know where your hands have been." She smacked Casey with a kitchen towel.

He grumbled something about Walker being a real mother hen as Zachia led him to the downstairs bathroom. After getting way too much water splashed on the sink and the floor (which he was sure Walker would chew him out for), Casey and Zachia strolled back into the kitchen. He sat down in a bar stool and began eating while Zachia climbed into the one next to him. Sarah raised her right eyebrow and cleared her throat. Casey looked up at Sarah.

"What do you say?"

Casey sighed. "Thank you"

Sarah smiled and handed Zachia her sandwich. "Thanks Mom!" She dug in her PB&J sandwich and glass of milk. She stopped though when she realized she hadn't been introduced. Zachia caught Savannah's gaze and inclined her head towards Jason. She cleared her throat, waiting for her sister to introduce her. Savannah looked at her and scoffed. "And this is nobody important."

Zachia frowned. "Excuse me," she began and forced herself between Savannah and Jason, "I'm Zachia, her sister."

Jason waved. "Hi, I'm Jason."

"Oooh, I know who you are," Zachia laughed, sounding like a deranged person. Jason looked at her alarmed. " 'Vannah talks about you allllll the time."

Savannah felt the blush making its way up her cheeks. She silently wished that the floor would open up and swallow her or better yet, maybe swallow up her sister. Did she not know how to keep her mouth shut ?! She nudged her in her back with her elbow. Jason didn't know how to reply and glanced at the two sisters uncomfortably. "She's always going on about how cute you are and-" Savannah groaned. Apparently her younger sister didn't know when to shut up either. The blabbermouth was going to pay for this!

"I think that's enough from you soldier." Casey cut in before she could further embarrass her sister. He hoisted the nine year old over one shoulder and took up their sandwiches in the other hand.

"Uncle Casey!" She shrieked happily, "put me down."

"Not a chance. I think we need to work on your verbal skills, more specifically how to shut up." Casey grunted and carried her, still giggling into the back yard. "You're almost as bad a blabbermouth as your father."

Sarah apologized on behalf of her younger daughter, and explained that she often liked to tease her sister. Landon squealed with delight for whatever reason, pulling Sarah's attention to him. Sarah looked at him and groaned. Apparently it was a mistake giving him milk in his cup. He had poured the milk into the bowl with the cereal and then decided to dump it all in the high chair's tray. "Landon, do you always have to be so messy?"

He sent her a toothy smile and Sarah couldn't help but smile back. "Cereal Mommy." He told her, clearly proud of making the tray his bowl. He took up his spoon and scooped some of the cereal from the tray, the milk dripping off and running down his cheeks.

Carefully, so as to not get soggy Fruit Loops all over her, Sarah took him out of the high chair and cleaned him off at the sink. Once he was less sticky, she set him down and he ran off, in search of his fire truck. Sarah then wiped off the tray and wiped down the high chair before ants came. Satisfied, Sarah said: "Well, I have laundry to fold. And you two have homework to do, right?

"Yeah, Mom. Jason and I will be in the living doing our homework and thanks for everything. It was great." said a smiling Savannah.

"Yeah, Mrs. Bartowski. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Sarah walked over to the kitchen window and pulled the blinds back. She saw Casey talking to Zachia…probably telling her that a good soldier knew when to speak and when not to. "Casey?" She called. They looked across to the window and she motioned them to come back inside.

"Yea Walker?" He came back into the kitchen with Zachia on his back.

"I've got some laundry to finish. Can you-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll keep an eye on everything."

"I'll look after Landon, mom." said Zachia.

"Thank you, baby. Well, see ya'll soon." Sarah said with her twangy Southern accent.

Savannah and Jason smiled. Zachia giggled. Landon clapped and Casey grunted.

Savannah cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink. Jason turned to Zachia and whispered, "Is he your Mom's brother of your Dad's?"

Zachia snickered. "He's our Daddy's younger brother. And they work out together, so I guess you can imagine what our Daddy's like. You see that scar on his cheek?" She whispered conspiringly. Jason nodded his head slowly. Zachia looked around, making sure her sister was still occupied with helping Uncle Casey wash and dry the dishes. "Our Daddy did that to him for parking in his car spot. Uncle Casey said that when they were in college, my Daddy's nick name was 'Mad Dog' and nobody dared to mess with him." She flashed then him an innocent smile and skipped out of the room, intent on finding Landon she could teach him to count to ten in Polish, and leaving a very scared Jason behind.

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Sarah went into her bedroom to fold some clothes and she stopped in front of the flat screen monitor. She stared at it for a second and mischief was going through her mind. The monitor was connected directly to Chuck's office.

She pressed the call button.

"...and I'm feeling good." TA, TATA, TATA TATA, TATATATA..."Fish in the sea"...

Chuck listens to their song at least once a day in his office and he was getting the finishing touches on his ultra-high, state of the art internet security software for Sony. They had massive security breaches lately and they hired Carmichael Industries and they knew CI was the best. On his desk were three large monitors to do all his work when the middle monitor beeped, signalling an incoming call. Chuck's smile almost cracked his face. He pressed the button to accept the call. His Sarah's angelic face was on the screen.

"Hi honey!"

"Hi sweetie, how's work?"

"Oh, you know. Same old, same old. A client's security stinks and CI has to bail them out. Boring actually. Not anymore, now that I'm seeing you."

Sarah blushed and giggled like a school girl. He had such an effect on her. She was doomed from the very first day she saw his warm hazel eyes behind the Nerd Herd desk. Oh, how she loved this man. Putting on a cute pout, Sarah said "Oh poor baby. Sorry work was a little boring." Biting her lower lip, she knew it drove Chuck crazy. "But, I know many ways where I can 'unbore' you, baby. Remember Hawaii"?

Chuck gulped. How can he forget? She was AMAZING.

"Uhmm...uh...mmmhmmm."

"Well, how would you like it if I recreate that incredible night at the beach?" Chuck was just staring at the monitor, his eyes glazed. Not saying a word. "Chuck?" Nothing. "Chuck, honey?"

And a few seconds later, he smiled. The only one meant for her. Oh my god, there it is! My smile.

Clearing his throat. "Uh, yeah...YEAH! I would love that." said Chuck, all flushed. He then stared at her. She was the most beautiful creature in the universe.

"What?"

"Nothing...Just thinking that it would be absolutely incredible if I were to recreate Paris for you."

This time, it was Sarah's turn to gulp. She remembered vividly how Chuck 'performed' in that wonderful time in Paris and all of a sudden, she felt weak on the knees. "Uh...uhmmm...yeah...Paris." She mumbled out.

Another round of Chuck's smile was sent her way and her heart skipped a beat. She was on fire. But, Sarah is known to always have the last word or at least win the battle of wits. She moved closer to the screen, licked her lips and looked at him through her eyelashes...batting them. Sarah then bent and blew him a kiss. Since she was wearing a button down shirt, when she bent, he got quite the view of her cleavage. She got him.

And like a moth going to a fire, he was hypnotized and his jaw went slack. The power this woman had over him was unmistakable. But, unlike her trained seduction skills, this was real. All that she did for Chuck was real. She loved and adored him and she would never hurt him.

She smiled when she saw that she had gotten the desired effect. I broke my Chuck...again. She internally giggled.

Chuck finally broke from his stupor and threw his hands up in the air. "Are you trying to kill me?...Woman!"

Sarah laughed. He looked so adorable. "No, not all Chuck. Just letting you know what awaits you."

"Oooh, I have a very good feeling what they are." He tugged on his shirt collar.

Sarah giggled and said: "Oh, by the way, Jason is here with Savannah, so be on your best behaviour. Love you, bye."

And just like that, she was gone. The super-hot kick arse ninja, mother of his three children, did a Beckman.

Chuck smiled...and then it faded. Time to meet this Jason.

A/N#2: We decided to split this into two. School's starting back on Tuesday, but I will try to have it out by then; if not by next Saturday. Feel free to review (even if it's as a guest) or to PM me if you have any suggestions.

Until next time,

Xoxoxo

~Barbadiangirl 01/01/2015