A/N: No betas were harmed in the making of this fic…unless their name was Diego, and then I can promise nothing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Sweetie, those are decorative."

"Just because they're pretty, doesn't mean they're not knives, Chuck," Sarah told him, holding it at their captive's throat.

Chuck looked at their captive who was tied up. "What do you think?"

"They are quite sharp," their captor choked out. "Uh, isn't this illegal?"

"I don't read a lot of law books," Sarah admitted. "And no dumb blond jokes. I am quite intelligent, it's just that sometimes those books use fifty words when one will do."

"She's quite intelligent," Chuck agreed. "But if you disagree, I would like to remind you she has a knife at your throat."

"I'm sure she's a Rhodes Scholar," the henchman said. "Ack!"

"Sarah!" Chuck warned, the knife leaving a red spot on the man's neck. The skin wasn't cut, but any more pressure and it would be.

"Now he's just patronizing me, and there's nothing more I hate than a patronizer," Sarah told him.

"Oh, there is," Chuck reminded her. "Diego."

"Dieeeegooooo," she hissed, turning back to the henchman. "Where is he?"

"IhavenoideaIsweartoGod!" the henchman said as quickly as possible. Chuck heard a liquid hitting the ground, and looked under the henchman's chair.

"They alway piss themselves," Sarah said, disappointment in her voice. "Now I have to blow the place up."

"You do not," Chuck replied. Sarah gave him a look. "You really don't."

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They found themselves in Graham's office a few days later. "How's Molly?" Graham asked.

"She's good. She's staying with my mother for a few days, they are bonding," Chuck replied.

Graham started to ask how that was working out, Molly staying with a spy, but then he thought about who she had been adopted by and decided that point was, in fact, moot. "I have a question about your last mission," he began, trying to be as direct as he could.

"I saved the pretty knives," Sarah said.

"I see," Graham replied. "I also see you requested to keep them."

"Finders, keepers," Sarah told him.

"Agent Walker, I'm going to have to ask you to return those knives so we can process them," Graham said gently.

"Possession is nine-tenths of the law," she told him.

"I thought you didn't read law books?" Chuck asked.

Graham looked from one to the other. "That's not in any law book," Graham informed them.

"Should be," Chuck said, leaning back in the chair. He slapped his hands on his legs. "Welp, we'll be seeing you director."

"This meeting isn't over," Graham said, confused.

"But you said you only had one question," Chuck pointed out.

"I haven't asked it," Graham explained.

"So I can keep the knives then," Sarah told him.

Graham felt his eye begin to twitch and a headache form. "Just because….you know what, keep them," he said, the weariness in his voice missed by his two agents. "I would like to talk to you about the explosion."

"It was quite pretty," Sarah told Graham. "I do love a good explosion, but the fact there were fireworks there…" she trailed off with a smile on her face.

"Agent Walker," Graham began.

"Plus I called Mary, before they went off, and she was able to get Molly nearby, so Molly got to see the fireworks as well," Sarah continued, a content smile on her face. "I'm not sure I'm the best mom, Director," Sarah admitted. "But to see her face light up with joy at the explosions…it got me right here, you know?"

Graham sat there, struggling to find words as the door opened. "Mommy!" Molly shouted.

"I'm so sorry, Director, she just wanted to see her mother," Mary apologized.

"Baby girl," Sarah said, sweeping her up, and hugging her. "We were just talking about the fireworks."

"BOOM!" Molly yelled, making Graham jump. "And then it was so pretty…and then…." Molly trailed off, and Graham felt himself leaning toward Molly, as she played with a button on Sarah's coat. "BOOM!" Molly yelled, her hands going wide, Graham nearly falling back into her chair. "Mommy, I gotta go potty."

"Excuse me, Director," Sarah said, standing.

"Agent," Graham began.

"Director, we have been potty training Molly," Sarah explained. "You don't want to be the reason she has an accident."

"Don't make Mommy blow me up," Molly told Graham, making his eyes go wide.

"Sweetie, your Mommy would never blow you up, only bad guys get blown up when they potty on themselves," Mary explained. The three ladies left leaving Graham and Chuck alone.

"What the hell, Bartowski?" Graham asked.

"I don't question a lot of it, sir," Chuck answered with a shrug.

"Probably best," Graham told him. "Any leads on Diego?"

"No, we've been a bit busy with the whole potty training," Chuck admitted.

"It can be time consuming," Graham commiserated, remembering. "But," he said shaking his head. "Fireworks?"

"Sir, I mean this with all due respect, when she gets the chance to blow something up and create something to make her daughter happy, do you think any sane husband would stop their wife?"

Graham wanted to argue the word sane, but he saw Chuck's point. He started to speak when Chuck's phone went off. "Gotta go, Sir," Chuck told Graham.

"We're not done," Graham protested.

"They need a new diaper, before Molly gets upset, you don't want Molly upset, do you?" Chuck asked. Graham just stared at Chuck, and then shook his head. Chuck got up, and quickly left the office.

"They are every one insane," Graham muttered. He closed the file, and put it in the stack to be filed. "Fireworks with an explosion." He bobbed his head thinking about it. "I kinda get it."

A/N: I know…I know…