A/N: We've been hurdling head long to…something. This episode, which we're calling, An Now For Something Completely Different, is going to let you in on a lot of things you didn't know. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

She lay in her bed, thrashing back and forth, caught in the dream again.

"I'm in."

"Do you see the infiltrators?"

"Affirmative. I count eleven."

"Understood. It seems we have underestimated the willingness of our adversaries. As you are the agent in the field, what are your recommendations?"

"The men in that room just slaughtered the couple that lived in this house. Give them the opportunity, they'll kill me as well."

"Ah, the part of the spy business I hate. Is there any way I can assist?"

"Are you offering to come in here and help kill these assholes?"

"No."

"That's the shortest answer – with the smallest word – I've ever heard you use."

"I want there to be no confusion on anyone's part. While I understand that this job calls for us to extinguish those who commit heinous offenses, the callous taking of life this job requires frequently nauseates me."

"So you're saying killing people is not your first option?"

It's not even my secondary or tertiary."

"Never change, Roan. The baby is in the far room?"

"According to the heat signatures, yes."

"Okay, I'm about to go in."

"Agent Rizzo… Zondra… be careful."

"I'll have the first four dead before they even know what hit 'em."

She awoke with a start, covered in sweat. She reached to her side that was aching, but she knew it was a phantom ache. It had been nearly year since the incident, the one that got her 'drummed out' of the CIA, along with Roan. She shook her head. Dan Fielding. That was his real name.

She looked down at her side, and in the dark, she couldn't see any sign of the scar from the bullet that had grazed her during the operation that freed the child. She walked over to the window, looking out over the city as the rain fell, thinking back to that night.

She exited the house, holding the baby tight, then stopped short, seeing the man in front of her: Kieran Ryker.

"Give me the kid, Zondra."

"Never."

Zondra stared at the gun Ryker had trained on her. He shrugged. "You just took out eleven armed thugs, Zondra. You're the best the CIA has."

"What makes you think I can't take you out?"

Ryker laughed. "Because I'm out of your attack range, and I can shoot you dead before you reach for your weapon, or reach me."

"You sure about that?" Zondra grinned as she saw the red laser on the side of Ryker's head. She was thankful it was a clear night.

"Last chance, Zondra."

"Now, Casey." She heard the crack distinctly after the red mist came out of Ryker's head. He collapsed instantly. Zondra held the baby tight.

The child had been witness to fourteen deaths already, including her parents. It was a hell of a way to begin a life.

"You okay, Rizzo?"

"I'm good, Casey. Roan?"

"I am fine. How is the child?"

"Physically, she is fine."

"We will need to make sure she is put in a home with love and care."

"I may know someone, but it will have to be done carefully."

Zondra grabbed her phone and looked at the picture Dan had sent her earlier in the evening.

There she was. The girl was now named Molly Walker, as she sat in her adopted mother's lap.

"I'm glad you told me about her, Sarah," Zondra said softly. "I'm glad you told me about the woman your mom became, and how you thought she would be the perfect foster or adoptive mother."

}o{

Zondra sat in the diner, waiting for her 'breakfast date.' The bell above the door rang, and she raised her head, seeing the suave ex-spy enter the building. "Late night?" she asked.

"Not at all," Dan replied as he sat, studying Zondra. "It appears you are the one that had a late evening."

"Dreams," she answered, going back to her food."

Dan sat there quietly.

"Fine, it was that night."

"Have you seen anyone about that?" Dan asked, concern in his voice. He regretted it as Zondra dropped her fork and stared at him. "I apologize, I forgot. We do not talk about feelings."

Zondra groaned. "I killed eleven men that night, and caused the death of a twelfth," Zondra told him. "I'm not upset about the deaths, I'm upset about what she saw. About what she might remember."

"I was hoping that sending you that photograph of her might make you feel better," Dan told her.

"Which brings up another question," Zondra continued. Dan pressed his lips together, realizing he was about to be interrogated. "What were you doing there?" She stared at him.

"Wait a minute," Dan said, holding up his hands. "While I agree that she is a striking woman, and lovely, I know better than to pursue any romantic interest." Zondra sat there, wondering if she truly believed him. "Besides," he said, adjusting his utensils. "She is not the woman I am smitten with, at that residence."

Zondra grinned. What could she say? Molly was adorable. "Is she okay?"

"She's delightful," Dan said, a huge smile on his face. "That child…" He trailed off, shaking his head and staring happily off into space. "She hugs now." Zondra chuckled. "She had to give me three hugs before I left."

"Is there any chatter of anyone picking up her trail?"

"None," Dan assured her. He studied Zondra for a moment. "Has your employer given any indication that he knows you were involved with her liberation?"

"He has not, and I think we both know Teddy enough to say he doesn't have much of a poker face, or the ability to hold things in," Zondra pointed out.

"No, he does not," Dan said. The waitress arrived at their table and poured him a cup of coffee. "Thank you, Teressa, you are a delight as always."

"Will you be having anything to eat today, Dan?" Teressa asked. Dan looked over as Zondra used her toast to soak up the remainder of her eggs-over-easy.

"The coffee will do," Dan replied. Teressa left.

"I think she likes you," Zondra told Dan.

"Are you trying to get me killed?" Dan asked. "Diane would kill me."

"She would, but I think you both enjoy that silly game you two are playing," Zondra pointed out.

"May we table my love life, and talk about the elephant in the room?" Dan asked. Zondra sighed, and nodded. "Does she know?"

"I have no idea," Zondra admitted. "She was high on so many drugs that she may have thought the whole thing was a drug induced dream but…" Zondra looked around. "Maybe it's time we come clean with Chuck and Sarah."

"I do not think we are there… yet," Dan told her. "But we are quickly approaching that point."

"It wouldn't be the worst thing, for them to be read in," Zondra said. Dan gave her an amused look. "Okay, fine, it might be if Sarah decides to continue where we left off, but I'm hoping me saving her life grants me a little grace."

"I do not have the report in front of me, but I do believe you called her, and I quote, A fucking traitorous bitch," Dan replied, steepling his fingers in front of him. "Also, I believe you said she should, Rot in hell."

Zondra shrugged. "I got a bit emotional."

"I see," Dan said, nodding. "A bit."

Zondra took a sip of her coffee, looking away. "Fine, I thought she had betrayed me. She… she was not doing the best. The missions… they were getting to her, and she was drinking… a lot." Dan nodded, understanding. "I was trying to be there for her."

"And you took her betrayal to indicate you were not enough for her," Dan pointed out. Zondra cleared her throat and looked away. "You took the betrayal as not just a betrayal to her country, or a chance to make some income, but as a personal betrayal."

"That is all possible," Zondra admitted.

"You want to talk to her," Dan said.

"Yeah," Zondra admitted. "I miss my friend, and now, knowing who the actual mole was…" Zondra shook her head, angry.

"Let me talk to Diane. Maybe it is time for us to come out of the cold."

"Maybe it's past time," Zondra said. Dan raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his coffee.

}o{

Then

Dan walked down the hallway of her home and entered the office. She sat in her chair, staring at the wall in front of her. He knew all subjects on that wall by heart. First was Volkoff. What he had done to Mary and Stephen Bartowski… Dan shook his head. Not finding justice for Volkoff was the biggest regret of his professional life. He had other big regrets… no, just one. He couldn't help but glance at the diminutive woman sitting in her chair as he considered that.

Next on the board was Roark Industries. It was clear that Roark was the one supplying Volkoff, and that was where the whole operation was the most vulnerable. Those two men… their companies, they were the target of Diane and Dan, but… right now they had bigger problems.

Langston Graham.

Diane had worked hard to help Gale clear out all of the crap that Langston had brought into the agency. Dan had worked behind the scenes, cleaning where he could, but it was becoming apparent that Langston's foul stench had infected more than anyone realized.

He was looking at the same place on the map as Diane.

Budapest.

Kieran Ryker was scum. Perhaps labelling Ryker scum was insulting to actual scum. Whatever Kieran was, he needed to be removed. Dan looked at the board as a whole, and it came to him. One mission that would affectively lead to the end of this entire mess.

"I need this to end," he heard Diane say. He could hear in her voice how tired she was. His heart broke for her. She had put her career first her entire life, as had he. They both realized, now, that it was a mistake. But they were where they were in life. She looked at him. "I'm sick of this Dan. I'm sick of the pain that man has caused. I'm sick of the senseless death and violence."

"As am I," Dan said. "What if I told you there's a way to begin to end Volkoff and Roark, and take out Ryker?"

"What of the baby?" Diane asked. "Gale wants to save the baby."

"Diane-" Roan began.

"Don't make some tasteless sexist joke about women and their maternal feelings!" Diane snapped.

"I see John has been in a mood, again," Dan said, giving her an amused look.

Diane blew out a breath. "I'm sorry."

"The weight of all of this must be unbearable at times," Dan admitted.

"That bastard killed Mary, Stephen is a shell of himself," Diane said, gesturing toward Volkoff. "That asshole had his own private Valkyrie Army, and destroyed families everywhere." She picked up a file on her desk. "He destroyed lives in the United States, all to get what he wanted." She shook the file. "Doctors giving reports to Graham, of possible young women who could, through grooming, become the killing machines he wanted."

"It's sickening," Dan agreed.

"Marriages ruined because Graham had his agents tempting men with what tantalized them most," Diane continued. "God, I was reading Walker's file again today. Jack loved those two girls! Loved them! But he had in him this…"

"Wanderlust? Desire?" Dan offered.

"All of those things," Diane admitted. "And Graham kept sending people to him, to tempt him to do jobs, and eventually… he snapped. He gave in to temptation. Relationships between man and woman, mother and child, father and child…ruined."

"He was a sick man," Dan said. Diane gave him a look. "Langston," Dan clarified. Diane nodded. "How is Emma?"

"Emma?" Diane said, shaking her head and chuckling. "She's a damn rockstar. She went back to school, to try and understand what went wrong with her and her daughter. She is working at the GSA-managed space in Los Angeles. She got special clearances so that she can help any child of any official."

"Really," Dan said, looking back at the board. "That child," he said nodding at the board. "Staying in Budapest, or any part of Hungary, is not the answer."

"No, it is not," Diane said. She gave Roan a look. "What are you thinking?"

"You have two spies in the CIA," Roan began. "One is thought to be a womanizer, and perhaps is a bit long in the tooth according to some."

"Thought to be a womanizer," she snorted.

"Another was part of a group that broke up because of a suspected mole, and some question her loyalties," Dan continued.

"They rescued the baby," Diane said, beginning to see the plan.

"And if there was, oh, I don't know, a known sharpshooter that could help assist in the plan in an unofficial capacity…" Dan trailed off, spreading his hands.

"And what we really shouldn't do is let the plan be known that these two CIA agents are going in, alone, to try and pull this off," Diane said, standing and walking toward the board.

"Ryker shows up, not trusting the two because… well, of course anyone like this terrible male agent, and loose-cannon female agent… they must be up to no good," Dan continued.

"And if Ryker were killed, that would start all sorts of problems with those two agents," Diane continued. Dan nodded. "Probably would have to remove them from the CIA."

"Probably, which then would let them go be a civilian, or a civilian contractor," Dan said, looking at Roark Industries.

"Word is Roark is looking for someone in security," Diane added.

"Probably time I go back into law," Dan added. "And being the good lawyer I am, I could probably help a baby from Hungary get adopted to someone with clearances that specializes in childcare."

"Teddy is known for wanting his rivals to disappear sometimes," Diane said.

"Rivals that are probably enemies of the United States that could be arrested," Dan told Diane. "If Teddy were to give someone that used to work in the government that info, she could use that to tip off some people still in the government, and get said rivals arrested. In fact, such a trade might let Teddy believe that some federal officials were looking the other way."

Diane sat there for a moment, rose, and walked over to take Dan's hand and led him down the hallway.

"Why Diane, if I didn't know better-"

"Hush," Diane said, as she led him into the bedroom.

}o{

Now

Zondra stopped in front of Teddy's door and took a deep breath. She knocked. "COME IN!" the obnoxious voice called out. She opened the door and entered. "Miss Rizzo, such a pleasure to see you. Please, take a seat."

Zondra sat down and wondered what insane thing she was about to hear now. "I wanted to show you this file that someone created. I have no idea why the file was created, but it was." Zondra took the file and glanced at it. It was a gunrunner she had heard of.

"You don't mind if I type a few things into my phone, do you?" Zondra asked.

"Go ahead," Teddy said. "Do you know that three of the current professional sports teams here in LA were not originally from here?"

"Does that include the Raiders?" Zondra asked.

"No," Teddy said, holding out his hand for the file. Zondra gave it to him, and Teddy promptly put it in the shredder. He handed her a piece of paper with an address and a time on it. She typed that into her phone as well.

"So that would be the Clippers, originally from San Diego; the Lakers, originally from Minnesota; and finally the Dodgers, originally from Brooklyn," Zondra told him, handing him back the paper with the address. He put it in the shredder and turned back to her.

"You see, running a business is like being in a league. And that would make you the commissioner. Sometimes I need my problems to relocate. Sometimes I need my problems to contract. I might have a say in it, but at the end of the day, you work for me – like the NFL commissioner does for the owners of the league – so you do what's best for me. You take the heat, you know?"

Zondra stared at Teddy. That was the most insane analogy she had ever heard, but the intent was clear. Teddy wanted this gunrunner to either relocate to prison, or be contracted… six feet under.

"I guess I better go make some…" Zondra trailed off. "I need to send some messages." Teddy nodded. "WhatsApp is probably best."

"I would think that would be best," Teddy agreed. "Excellent job as always, Zondra."

"I haven't done anything yet," she told him.

"You will," he said as she left. He spun around in his chair. "You will."

Zondra walked down the hallway, typing in the info to her contact about getting the gunrunner removed. She suspected the address and time was where a shipment was coming in, or a deal taking place, or something. Her contact would make sure someone was there to take him down.

She blew out a frustrated breath. They needed to make a move soon, or she was going to 'contract' Teddy herself.

}o{

Then

Emma walked into work, and through the metal detectors. "Miss Emma, they want to see you on the sixth floor," the guard told her.

"Did I do something wrong, Fred?" Emma asked.

"Not that I know of," Fred told her. "Maybe they're giving you a raise." Both laughed at that. She went to the elevators, got in, and took the car to the sixth floor. Exiting, she headed toward the lady at the desk.

"Miss Walker, she's waiting for you in 5110," the receptionist said. Emma thanked the woman, and headed toward that office number. On arrival, she saw four men, guarding the door.

"Oh, boy," Emma thought to herself.

"Ma'am, we have to use the wand," one of the men said. She nodded, and the man waved the wand in front of her and behind her. "Go on in, she's expecting you." One of the guards opened the door, and Emma entered. She walked into the huge office, but instead of looking it over, her vision was pulled to the pack and play, and the blond headed girl in it. The baby sucked on a pacifier, watching Emma.

"How are you?" Emma asked. The baby smiled, dropped the pacifier in doing so, and giggled.

"They say you're the best." Emma turned to see a woman standing there. "Gale Busman," she said, extending her hand. Emma shook it, trying to remember where she had heard that name.

"Emma Walker, but I suspect you know that," Emma said, sitting down across from Gale.

"I do," Gale confirmed. "I also know a lot about you, and your past, and what you've done to help people in government jobs, have their kids onsite."

"Well, these folks do a lot, and I think it's important that they get to see the ones for whom they are making the sacrifices," Emma said.

"I know a man whose motto is 'God, country, family,'" Gale said, nodding. "What you do is amazing work, and we can never thank you enough."

"Am I getting fired?" Emma asked.

"What? No, absolutely not!" Gale said, laughing. "God, no. On the contrary, I need to ask something of you. Something that is not fair. Something that you shouldn't have to be asked, but something that must be asked."

Gale glanced at the baby in the crib, who had crawled over to the side, and was trying to haul herself up. "May I hold her?" Emma asked.

"Absolutely," Gale told her. Emma stood, walked over to the crib and picked up the baby, holding her in her arms. The baby cooed contentedly. "I think she likes you."

"She just wanted to be held, that's all," Emma said. "Parents on a mission, or at a conference?"

"No," Gale said. Emma sat down. "They were murdered." Emma looked up at Gale. "In front of the child." Emma looked down at the baby. "She was saved by an agent, but the only way to get the baby out, and keep her safe, was to kill those that were after her."

"How many?" Emma asked softly.

"Eleven in the house," Gale replied. "They were responsible for the parents' death. Then there was a rogue agent outside that was killed as well. All of them in front of her."

Emma tickled the baby's stomach, and the baby giggled and cooed. "You keep saying the baby."

"We have to have her name changed. We have to find somewhere she can live," Gale began.

"With someone you know, trust, and has clearance," Emma finished. "I'm too old to-"

"Nonsense," Gale said. "If you don't want to, I understand, but to say your too old… Emma, I know what happened to you, your daughter, and your husband… it was wrong. My predecessor… he did you absolutely dirty."

"You predecessor… oh my God," Emma put her free hand to her mouth. "You're the director of the CIA."

"I am," Gale said. "And much has been taken from you by my agency. I humbly apologize, and I know nothing I do can fix it, or make it right. And I won't attempt to spout some nonsense at you that we can. It's impossible."

"Thank you," Emma said. She looked back down at the baby.

"What would you call her?" Gale asked.

"I… I…"

"This child has lost everything," Gale told her. "Well, physically everything. She does have quite a bit of wealth." Emma looked up at Gale, with a questioning look. "You're not Jack."

"No, no I am not," Emma agreed. The baby had wrapped her fingers around Emma's first finger. "She seems like a Molly."

"Molly Walker?" Gale asked. Emma sighed. "There's a lawyer we use that can help you with this. There will be money to pay for clothing, housing, everything. But she needs someone to love her, and protect her."

"I couldn't protect Sarah," Emma said softly.

"You never had a chance," Gale told her. "It wasn't your fault." Emma sat there quietly. "So, will you be her adoptive mother?"

A/N: Yes, we went a lot of backstory. Yes, there was no Chuck and Sarah, but yet….it's kinda all about Chuck and Sarha, isn't it?

Next time:

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he replied. She gave him a look. "Okay, I might have heard your phone call. I wasn't eavesdropping, I swear."

"I'm trying to tell you about my call," Sarah told him.

"Not the one to your mom," Chuck told her. Sarah thought for a second and her eyes widened.

"How much did you hear?"

"Enough," Chuck answered, refusing to look at her.

"Chuck, let me explain," Sarah began.

"No need to explain anything," Chuck told her.

"Chuck," she said, putting her hand on his leg. He turned to her. "Baby, you have to understand, sometimes people do things for those they care about even if they don't enjoy it."

"I wouldn't have asked you to, if I thought you hated it," Chuck insisted.

"I know, but I agreed to try it, and now…now I don't hate it," Sarah told him. "It's not like it's my first choice, or even my second, but I do enjoy it."

"Would you do it with anyone else?" Chuck asked. Sarah shook her head. "I can't ask you to anymore."

"Chuck," she nearly whined. "I just enjoy the cuddling." He started to speak. "Listen, I just enjoy being with you, and if that's what you want to do, I will."

"It feels wrong now," Chuck muttered.

…..What are you looking at me for? I have no idea what is going on. (Okay, I have every idea.) Take care, see you soon.