A/N: I mean….we've talked about this idea on Facebook and…well…here we are.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Graham found himself on the phone, rubbing his forehead, listening in disbelief to the orders he was being given.

"Mr. President, I hear you, and I know that you want the best agent couple I have to watch the child, but Sir…you don't understand…" he went silent as the President cut in. "Yes, sir, I do understand that you are the commander-in-chief."

Chuck burst into the room at that moment. "Sorry we're late sir." Graham gave him a glare and Chuck looked contrite as he sat down in the chair across from Graham.

"Sir," Graham began again, and then was silent. "Sir, a child?" He was silent and looked like he had given up. "Yes, sir, I will take care of this." Graham hung up and glared at Chuck.

"I said I was sorry about being late," Chuck told Graham.

"It's not that Bartowski," Graham told him. "We have orders from the President…at least you and Sarah do. You are being asked to watch over a high value target."

"Okay," Chuck said, not seeing the problem.

"It's a thirty month old named Molly," Graham told Chuck. "Your wife…a kid…you think that will work out okay?"

Chuck was silent for a moment. "Director, I know over the past few months we have put you in some…situations." Graham snorted. "Trust me when I say, I'm going to help you with this. Just go with it."

Graham gave him a look and the door opened. Graham stared at Sarah as she walked in. "Agent, is that…is that an ear in your hair?"

"It's not mine or Chuck's," she said, plucking it out and dropping it in the trashcan. Graham glanced over at Chuck who shrugged. "Didn't he tell you we were sorry we're late."

"Why…why do you have an ear in your hair?" Graham asked.

"Because one of Diego's men I was trying to shoot in the head moved and I shot his ear off," Sarah replied shrugging.

"Director Graham you called us here on important business?" Chuck asked.

"Yes, right," Graham began. "Agents…we have a situation that requires my best couple."

"That would be us, we are the best," Sarah told Graham. "Except for….Diego," she growled.

Graham swallowed and looked at Chuck.

"Sarah," Chuck began, trying to get this meeting back on track. "Diego has a target and we need to protect the target."

"Who is it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"It's a child…a toddler," Chuck told her.

Sarah made a grimacing face. "No," she told Chuck. "I don't do children."

"Sarah…Diego is coming for the child, to finish what he started…when he killed the toddler's parents." Graham looked at Chuck who waved him off. "Do you want that on your record?"

"What's the kid's name?" Sarah asked Graham.

"It's Molly," Graham began.

"Well, she just became Molly Bartowski," Sarah said. Graham looked at Chuck, who shrugged. "We will protect her, and if Diego comes anywhere near her…I'll kill him!"

"You'll also protect the child, right?" Graham asked.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Sarah replied. Graham did not look convinced.

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Three weeks later.

Graham looked across the stack of files on his desk at the three sitting across from him. "Would you like to explain ANY OF THIS!?" he bellowed, gesturing to the files.

"SHHH," Molly said, putting her finger to her lips, admonishing Graham.

"We don't yell," Sarah explained.

Graham looked at Chuck. "What, you thought we'd just leave her to the wolves?" Chuck asked.

"Explain this!" Graham said, handing Chuck one of the files. Chuck opened it, looked at it, and shut it.

"Simple," Chuck said. "Sarah took Molly to the park."

"Did you see the property damage bill?" Graham asked.

"Diego was there and waved at Molly," Chuck replied, shrugging. "So Sarah had to steal a car, and chase after him."

"And running over three people?" Graham asked.

"Hey, he threw his own guys in my way!" Sarah protested.

"Splat!" Molly yelled, giggling. "Bad guys dead."

Graham's eyes widened as he turned back to Chuck. "Think this is pretty much self-explanatory, Director."

"Okay, this one," he said, handing the file to Chuck.

Chuck looked at it and scoffed. "It's the bill for the new vehicle." Graham made choking noises. "Listen, we needed a minivan, but you don't expect Sarah to drive any old minivan do you?" Graham looked from Chuck to Sarah and back again. He looked as thought his eye might blow out of his forehead. "It needed an upgrade to the engine, bullet proofing-"

"Bullet proofing?" Graham asked.

"Child safety," Sarah said like Graham had lost his mind.

"Yeah, keep me safe," Molly told him.

"What was I thinking?" Graham asked.

"It's otay, I still love you," Molly said blowing Graham a kiss. Graham sat there as Molly glared at him.

"Sir, you need to catch the kiss, put it on your cheek, if not your lips, and then blow one back," Chuck said in a low voice.

"I am the Director of the CIA, Carmichael," Graham hissed.

"And she's a high value asset," Chuck reminded him. "Being guarded by Sarah." Graham glanced at Sarah, saw her glare, caught the kiss, put it on his cheek, and blew one back at Molly. Sarah smiled. "If that's all, Director?"

"No, it's not, explain this one," he said, handing the folder to Chuck. Chuck looked at it and grimaced. He handed it to Sarah who looked at it and grimaced as well.

"Young lady, what do we say?" Sarah asked.

"I'm sorry," Molly said, her head down.

"What is she sorry for?" Graham asked. Molly climbed down from Sarah's lap, walked around the desk, and held her hands out to Graham in the universal gesture of "pick me up." Graham looked down at her, and relented. He picked her up and placed her on his lap.

"I was tailing Diego," Sarah began.

"He's a bad man," Molly told Graham.

"I'm aware," Graham told Molly.

"And I was out of the van, trying to get a better look, when someone got out of their seat," Sarah said, giving Molly a stern look.

"I hit the red button," Molly said, her head down.

"What did the red button do?" Graham asked.

"Shot off the missile," Molly said. "IT WENT BOOM!" Graham jumped.

"She did take out two of Diego's lieutenants," Sarah pointed out.

"Bad guys sploded!" Molly said, giggling. Her smile dropped and she looked very sad. "I'm sorry," she said, lying her head on Graham's shoulder.

Graham looked at Sarah and then Chuck. He looked back down at the little girl. "Well, what did you learn from this?"

"Never shoot the missile until Mama says I can," Molly said.

"Awww," Sarah said, her hands to her heart, tears running from her face. "She called me Mama."

"The President thinks it best if you keep Molly in your care for the time being," Graham told the two.

"I wanna live with Mama and Dada for ever and ever," Molly told Graham.

"Wellll," Graham said, looking down at the little girl. "I'll see what I can do."

"Okay," she said sadly.

Graham sighed. "Fine, I'll make it permanent. You two okay with that?" Both the parents nodded, happily. "Go, enjoy the day, and please, try to keep the destruction to a minimum." Molly stood up on Graham's leg and kissed his cheek. Sarah grabbed the little girl and the three headed out the door. "What the hell have I done?" Graham groused.

A/N: Yep...I've lost my mind.