A/N: Me: After working on things that aren't Christmas, it's finally time to work on Christmas.

Brain: *psst* *you, yeah, you, what about Carmichael and Walker?*

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Molly was sitting at the bar, watching Sarah. "Is Daddy gonna be mad?"

"Why would you ask that, Molly?" Sarah replied. "He loves us and-" the door slammed.

"Oh boy, he's mad," Molly said.

Chuck walked into the kitchen. "Hi, baby," Sarah said, kissing him on the cheek. "How was your day?"

"I've been in Graham's office all day," Chuck replied. "Do you know why I've been in Graham's office all day?" Sarah shook her head, looking like an innocent angel. "Does the mommy camping trip ring any bells?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sarah replied, not looking at Chuck.

"Sarah, after the ax throwing incident," Chuck paused as he shuttered. "Graham didn't want there to be any more casualties around civilians than possible."

"I seem to remember that," Sarah said, chopping up things for a salad.

"It's not going well, Mommy," Molly said, shaking her head. Sarah gave her a look, and Molly shrugged. "What? It's not."

"What did I plead with you not to to?" Chuck asked.

"Burn anything down, or kill anyone in front of the other moms," Sarah replied.

"And what did you do?"

Sarah turned to Chuck, smiling holding a plate of food out. "I made you dinner," she said proudly. Chuck took the plate of food from her and sat it on the table.

"And I made dessert," she said putting on oven mitts, pulling a pie from the oven. Chuck just stared at her. She put the pie down on the stove, took off the mitts, sighed heavily and turned toward Chuck.

"I also, may have killed a few people and burnt the bodies," she said in a defeated voice.

"A few?" Chuck replied.

"Hey, the moms helped," Sarah told him. Chuck closed his eyes as if in pain. "I can't help it when they realized I had found a cell of Diego's men that they wanted to help me again."

"How?" Chuck asked, thoroughly confused. "How?"

"Apparently since the ax throwing incident, several of the moms thought it was important to teach themselves how to shoot," Sarah began. "And now they may carry weapons as well."

"Oh God," Chuck said, putting his hands to this face. He had a thought and lowered them. "What about Cathy?"

Sarah pressed her lips together and looked away. Chuck groaned. "We found one man that was shot fourteen times!"

"That was Cathy," Sarah replied with a shrug. "She had two guns and took someone else's to finish the job."

"Good Lord," Chuck nearly choked out.

"We're really trying to be supportive of Cathy, her husband left her, and this is the only adult time she gets," Sarah explained.

"I can see that would be therapeutic," Chuck replied. He then realized what was said, and shook his head. "Back to the point-"

"Chuck, I took out a cell of Diego's men, was I supposed to let them go free?"

Chuck stood there a moment, and then he sighed, defeat on his face. "No, I guess not."

"Good," Sarah chirped. "Now, Molly has already eaten, and I haven't seen you in a few days because of the outing."

"I'm going to bed," Molly announced. She hopped down from her chair, came over, and kissed Chuck, and then Sarah. "Mommy, read me a story?"

"I will," she promised. She turned to Chuck. "Would you go shower and put on something less…CIA and we have dinner?" Chuck looked down at his suit, and nodded. "I'll be quick, okay?"

Chuck went and showered, and changed clothes. He found a comfortable sweater, (It was a little chilly) and headed back to the table. He put the rest of the food on the table and sat down, waiting for Sarah.

"How dare you?" he heard her say in a low voice. He stood up and turned, confused. "How dare you, Chuck Bartowski?"

"How dare I what?" Chuck asked, more confused than he had ever been with her, and that was saying a lot.

"How dare you wear that cable-knit sweater at me like that," she said, looking like a lion stalking his prey.

"Oh lord," he said. "I'm not eating tonight, am I?"

Chuck never got an answer, well, a verbal answer.

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Many hours later

"You know before I met you, I never had some of these urges," Sarah said, lying in bed next to him. Chuck looked over at her, his face saying he didn't believe her. She reached over and took a sip of the glass of wine she had gotten a little earlier.

"I think maybe you cared about controlling them," Chuck rebutted.

"Possibly," she replied. "I do love eating grapes."

"Your drinking wine," Chuck pointed out.

She gave him a grin. "Drinking wine is my favorite way of eating grapes." She took another sip, placed the glass on the night stand and turned to him. "How mad was Graham?"

"He wasn't happy," Chuck admitted. "But, I did ask him were you supposed to just let the cell go. He said no, but we have to do something about Cathy. That's just inhumane."

"Yeah, I think shooting the guy in the groin four times may be some relationship issues she's working out." Chuck's eyes widened and he nodded, looking straight ahead. "I'd never shoot you in the groin if you cheated, you know."

"You'd use a knife."

"Damn straight," Sarah said with a nod.

"Why the hell would I ever cheat on you?"

"I'm a little crazy."

Chuck looked over at her, grinned, and rubbed the back of his fingers gently against her cheek. "Baby…a little?"

She shrugged, and grinned. "I am who I am, and you love me."

"I do," Chuck admitted. He kissed her softly on the lips. When he pulled back he saw the look on his face. "Three days apart too much?"

"Way too much," Sarah said. "Momma's got to make up for lost time."

"Whosyourdaddy!" he yelled as she pounced.

A/N:…..good grief.