Chapter 24
A/N: Hey, welcome back *crash, boom, pow!*
A/N 2: Hi, this is Grace, David’s daughter. I have waited patiently for Chuck vs the Stray Cats, and then he went and started this fic, for the record I fell in love with it. Was that good enough? Naaeeiioouu, then he had to go and do The Uprising, which was a dream, that I promise I didn’t spike his food or drink. I must admit it’s ok, but not my favorite, BUT if that wasn’t enough, he went and started The Break Up, which I like, AND POSTED 3 CHAPTERS. So, a girl’s gotta do, what a girl’s gotta do. He is writing Molly, and he promises me I’ll get Stray Cats one day. (It will be sooner than he thinks!) So enough from me, do the typity typity, daddy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, or Molly, and if I don’t get something out soon, my daughter is going to beat me.
Last time on Sarah vs The Life Unexpected
The con is planned, multiple languages were used…what could go wrong
And now Ch 23, Doing the Typity Typity
She walked down the hall, exhausted. They were all fighting again, and she didn’t have the patience for it. She walked into the conference room, saw the big monitor and the button marked General. She pushed it, and sat back in the chair. The monitor came to life and she saw a red headed woman she didn’t know.
“Can I help you?” the red-headed woman asked.
“Why when I push my button do you show up?” she asked.
“Your button?”
“Yes, the one marked General, that’s what I am, the General,” she said. The red-headed woman stared at her for a second and grinned. She looked through some papers.
“You must be Molly,” the red-headed woman said.
“How do you know that?” Molly asked, giving her the stinkeye. The red-headed woman leaned forward.
“Because I’m a General. But you can call me Aunt Diane,” Beckman said. Molly thought about it.
“Do you know my Mommy and Daddy?”
“You mean Chuck and Sarah?” Beckman asked. Molly nodded, and sat back in thought. “You’re a little young to be a General. How’d that happen?”
“Because I did what had to be done,” Molly said, shrugging. Beckman grinned.
“Can you give me a briefing on it?” Molly thought for a second.
“I don’t know you are a stranger, but so was Daddy, and he works with you….okay, only because you’re a fellow general,” Molly said. Beckman nodded. “So I met my Daddy at daycare the day I was adopted, and I was sad. He told me he was in a similar situation and we had people who chose to love us, and chose to care for us.”
“That’s very kind of Chuck,” Beckman said. Molly nodded.
“He’s the best, that’s when I decided to create my operation,” Molly said. “I didn’t name it until later, but that’s when it started.”
“What operation was that?” Beckman asked.
“Project OMAHA,” she said. Beckman’s eyebrows shot up. “Operation Married and Happy Always,” she said. Beckman grinned.
“How do you know when your project is complete?” Beckman asked.
“When both Clara and I are adopted by both Mommy and Daddy,” she said. She looked around, leaned forward, and whispered. “There’s a sub-mission, I want a baby brother.”
“You know I think except for the sub-mission I think your mission is going to end very soon,” Beckman said, a tear in her eye. Molly smiled.
“Uh, what are you doing, Pumpkin?” Chuck asked. Molly grinned and spun around in her chair.
“I’m just talking to a fellow general,” Molly said. Chuck grinned.
“Well, sweetie, she is very busy,” Chuck said.
“Nonsense,” Beckman said. “One should always make time for fellow generals,” she said winking at Chuck. Chuck mouthed a “thank you” “Where is everyone Mr. Bartowski?”
“They’re fighting about how the mission didn’t go the way it should,” Chuck said.
“What went wrong?” Beckman asked, concerned. Chuck gave a nonchalant wave.
“Oh, it was no big deal. The computer thingy in Bryce’s head didn’t work right for him to speak German, and we had to improvise,” Chuck said as casually as possible but watching Beckman the entire time.
“Bryce Larkin told you about the Intersect!” Beckman roared.
“Nope,” Chuck said. “You just did.” Beckman closed her eyes and sighed. She looked down at Molly.
“Should we have this discussion in front of her?” Beckman asked.
“You’re worried about a child talking about having a computer in their head?” Chuck said. Even Beckman had to smile about that one.
“General, I’m going to be frank, if that class I got thrown out of in Stanford has anything to do with what Bryce is trying to do, he’s nowhere good as me,” Chuck said.
“Oh, I am well aware Mr. Bartowski,” Beckman agreed. “You are actually the best candidate for the Intersect.”
“I’m assuming that’s the name of the program?” Chuck asked. Beckman nodded. “You do know that because human’s have feelings, even spies, that it sometimes effects how the brain works, that’s why the program malfunctions, people aren’t computers.”
“That’s why we need perfect spies to be the Intersect,” Beckman said. Chuck shook his head.
“You still don’t get it, do you?” Chuck asked. “I’m not trying to be disrespectful, but a cold calculating spy is the last person who should have that program. Interpretations of data, understanding what it at stake, and thoughtful logic, instead of read and react are always better than point and shoot, which is what you are basically asking for.” Beckman pursed her lips.
“That’s not the first time I’ve heard this,” Beckman admitted. “The creator of the Intersect felt the same way.” Chuck nodded. “Chuck, I want Bryce around you on a semi-permanent basis. You have this way of dealing with people…”
“I have a lot of emotions and feelings,” Chuck said. Beckman nodded.
“You also have a keen mind that analyzes things that are missed,” she said. “I need your insight, Chuck, even when I might not always want it.” Chuck grinned.
“I’m a pain,” he said.
“Yes, Chuck, yes you are,” Beckman said.
“Aunt Diane, don’t be mean to my daddy,” Molly said. Chuck raised an eyebrow. Beckman stared at him, and Chuck could only grin and nod.
“Now, what happened on the mission?” Beckman asked.
“Well…”
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The Sheik showed up to the meet that had been prepared by the team. He was very anxious to purchase the building.
“I love Die Hard, John McClain is my favorite action star!” the sheik said. Bryce and Chuck exchanged a glance. Everything was going smoothly, when, the sheik introduced the German translator. Bryce glanced at Chuck again and Chuck realized something was wrong. He took a chance.
“If you will give me the access codes I will do the typity typity and transfer the money,” Chuck said in a horrible German accent. Sarah blinked at him, trying to figure out what had possessed him to do that. Jack gave him a look and Chuck returned it, flicking his eyes to Bryce. Jack took one look at Bryce and looked back at Chuck. Jack gave a small nod to both Chuck and Sarah. Sarah leaned down to him.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered without moving her mouth.
“Bryce doesn’t actually know German and he’s not going to learn it the way he though,” Chuck said in the lowest tone possible. “Trust me, berate me in front of them.” Sarah stood straight, looked at Chuck, and slapped his face.
“You know better than to talk for Herr Lichtenstein,” Sarah said, fury on her face. Chuck was rubbing his cheek.
“I was just trying to finish the deal because you taught me time is money,” Chuck said in the terrible German accent again.
“Typity, tpyity,” Bryce said in an equally horrible German accent waving at Chuck. Chuck looked at the sheik.
“The account numbers?” Chuck asked. The sheik gave a look to his men, and they drew weapons. “Really,” Chuck said dropping the German accent. He looked over at Sarah and took her hand. “Don’t blame yourself, you did the best you could,” he said, calm, cool and collected. Bryce looked a little frazzled. He kept blinking his eyes like he was trying to force something. Chuck walked from behind the table as everyone kept the guns trained on him.
“You know sheik, I really want to sell you this building,” Chuck said. “I just wanted to keep my name out of things.” The sheik looked at him.
“You don’t own this building,” the sheik replied.
“No, but I do one all the shell companies that eventually leads to this building,” Chuck said, looking around. “Die Hard was filmed here.” The sheik grinned and nodded.
“Who are you?” the sheik asked.
“I am a guy who had to hire an actor to be Lichtenstein, but he froze up, that’s why he never gets the big parts,” Chuck said, relaxing against the desk. “You may have heard of me. Charles Carmichael.” The sheik stared at him.
“You’re not Charles Carmichael,” the sheik said. “Charles Carmichael, is suave, sophisticated, and can have any woman he wants.” Chuck just grinned. He turned toward Sarah, who grinned, came around the desk, sat on his lap the best she could in the position she was in, and kissed him hungrily. The sheik stared.
“She’s an actor,” the sheik said.
“Did that look like an act?” Chuck asked. Sarah laid her head against his shoulder. Jack was grinning from ear to ear. He may be a schnook, but he knew what he was doing. “I want to sell this building sheik, do you want to buy it? Put down the 10 mil and we all walk away happy.” The sheik thought for a second, and nodded. Chuck walked over and put in the account numbers in the computer as the sheik told him what they were. He stood up straight, put his hands nonchalantly in his pants, pressed the panic button on his key fob, and grinned. “Yippie Ki Yay,” Chuck said. The doors burst opened, and everyone was stunned. There stood Casey, Carina, Morgan, Alex, and Zondra with guns pointed at them and jackets on that said US Treasury.
“Freeze Peralta,” John said, his gun aimed at Sarah.
“I told you he was close, Sugarbear,” Sarah said to Chuck in a Jersey accent. Casey grimaced.
“Sugarbear,” Casey said through gritted teeth. “Give the sheik back his money, or I will let them kill you.” Chuck leaned down, and transferred the money back to the sheik. “Arrest them.”
“He’s got more of my money,” the sheik said, pointing to Jack.
“Fine, we’ll do a thorough audit of all your accounts and find the money,” Casey said. The sheik did not want the US treasury anywhere near his money. He nodded.
“I will pass, and chalk it up to the price of doing business,” the sheik said. He and his men left. When Casey had verified they had left the building he turned to Chuck.
“Good back up plan,” Casey said.
“Thanks, Casey,” Chuck said. Bryce was livid.
“What the hell was that?” Bryce asked. Casey turned to him. “That was Chuck having your back, you idiot,” Casey said. “He knew you didn’t know German in college and he created a backup plan in case things went pear shaped. What happened?”
“I have no idea,” Bryce admitted.
“You nearly got everyone killed you idiot,” Casey said, and with that he stormed out.
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Beckman held her head in her hands. Chuck stood there waiting for the explosion, while Molly was slowly swinging herself in the seat.
“So, what’s the big deal, Pretty Boy didn’t do his job and Daddy did,” Molly said. Beckman looked up. Chuck squatted down beside her.
“What did I tell you about calling him that?” Chuck said.
“I’m sorry,” Molly muttered. “Uncle Morgan keeps doing it.”
“You shouldn’t tattle on Morgan like that, and really what can I do to him?” Chuck asked
“You could tell Alex,” Molly offered. Beckman grinned.
“Chuck, if she ever-” Beckman began. Chuck stood quickly and cut her off.
“NO! Absolutely not,” Chuck said, fear on his face. “First, Sarah would kill both of us, second, she doesn’t need that life.” Beckman nodded.
“What are we going to do about Bryce Larkin?” Beckman asked. Chuck grinned.
“It’s kinda being taken care of,” Chuck said. Beckman raised an eyebrow. Chuck stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down. “I got Bryce to admit he and Jill got into a fight before the mission and he was a little bothered by it. It appears emotions do affect your Intersect.” Beckman groaned.
“And if I put it in those without emotions, I get cold-blooded killers which can be useful,” Beckman began but trailed off.
“But, have no ability to make a decision in the field analyzing all the data,” Chuck finished for her. She sat back in her chair.
“There’s no way I could convince you to upload the Intersect is there?” she asked.
“General, are you out of your mind?” Beckman nodded.
“Your right, you have a responsibility to your two girls,” she said. “And, it’s time I held up my end of my bargain.” She looked down at Molly. “Good-bye, General,” she said to Molly. Molly hopped out of her chair and saluted Beckman. Beckman returned the salute, and looked at Chuck with a grin. “Casey?” she asked. Chuck nodded with a grin of his own. She cut the feed.
“I need a setup like this so I can talk to my troops the same way,” Molly said.
“You’re retired,” Chuck said. “You have first grade next year.” Molly sighed dramatically and slumped down in her chair.
“You’re going to be a taskmaster about this, aren’t you?” Molly said dejectedly.
“Yep,” Chuck replied. Molly smiled, got out of her chair, crawled into Chuck’s lap, and hugged him.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Pumpkin,” Chuck said. They sat there quietly listening to the argument continuing in Sarah’s office.
“Are you gonna fix it?” Molly asked. Chuck shrugged.
“They’re all partially right and all partially wrong,” Chuck replied. Chuck’s cell phone rang and he answered it. “Chuck Bartowski,” he said. He sat up in his chair as he listened to the words being said. “Yes ma’am, we can be there tomorrow morning, 10 AM. I see. Do we need to bring anything? Yes ma’am, all four of us can be there. Family and friends? Are you sure? There’s over a dozen of them. Okay, sounds great. No, thank you. Thank you so much.” He hung up the phone, a smile on his face, and tears in his eyes.
“Daddy, are you okay?” Molly asked. Chuck smiled at her.
“Pumpkin, I’m better than okay, come one, let’s go talk to Mommy,” he said. They walked down to Sarah’s office where everyone was still arguing. Sarah was sitting at her desk, her head in her hands. Chuck looked around the room, and down at his soon to be daughter. “Can you get their attention?” Molly smiled, and then put her index and pinky finger in her mouth and whistled so loud, Chuck jumped. Everyone was quiet and looking at her.
“If you’ll all be quiet, my daddy has something important to say here!” Molly yelled.
“First, the mission is over, it was successful, it didn’t go as planned, but we have ways to fix it. Instead of getting mad, we can chose to correct problems. Second, and much more importantly,” Chuck began, fighting the grin. He caught Sarah’s eye and she held a breath, thinking she might know what was next. He bent down, and picked up Molly and held her. “I hope you all can come with Sarah, Molly, Clara, and myself to family court tomorrow.” Sarah put her hands over her mouth, tears in her eyes. Chuck was feeling a few of his own right then. “The judge told me to bring our closest friends and family. The adoption goes in front of the courts tomorrow.” Chuck didn’t expect what came next, the cheers. Everyone was trying to hug him or Molly, or Sarah. The fight was all forgotten. After ten minutes or so, Chuck got Bryce by himself.
“I can help you,” Chuck said. Bryce nodded. “Beckman messed up and told me about the Intersect.” Bryce gave him a look.
“I need to tell you the truth, I sent this to you several years ago, on your birthday,” Bryce said. Chuck thought for a second.
“Zork?” he asked. Bryce nodded. Chuck laughed. “Morgan deleted it because he was mad you sent me anything.”
“It was probably best, although you probably would do better with this than I am,” he said, looking down.
“You think I would do better than you?” Chuck asked. “You do realize I have no skills as a spy, I had no confidence in myself, and I probably would have yelled and ran constantly.” Bryce grinned.
“You have no skills? What was that today?” Bryce asked. Chuck shrugged.
“The love of a good woman, a family to come home for, and friends to make sure stay safe,” Chuck said. Bryce nodded.
“I get it, get my head back in the game and figure out what’s going on with Jill,” he said. Chuck nodded. “I’m happy for you and Sarah. I really am, I hope neither of you hurts the other.”
“Well, we probably will at some point, because we love each other, and it’s always easiest to hurt those that you love because they are vulnerable. However, we love each other and we’ll work through it,” Chuck said.
“It was still fast,” Bryce said, shrugging.
“Not as fast as me lapping you in Mario Kart,” Chuck said, a grin on his face.
“It’s on,” Bryce said, hugging Chuck. Bryce walked off, and he felt her behind him.
“We’ve got to help him,” he said softly. He felt her arms snake around his stomach and her head rest against his back.
“Everyone else would have thrown him out into the cold,” Sarah said. “This is one of the many reasons I love you.” Chuck put his hand on hers, and felt something tackle his leg. He looked down at Molly.
“Tomorrow,” he said, messing with her hair. Molly shook her head.
“Since I’ve met you, you’ve been my daddy,” Molly said. Sarah bent down and picked her up.
“So, tomorrow we legalize what we already know,” Sarah said. Molly grinned.
“Go ahead,” Chuck said.
“And then…” she said.
“A baby brother,” all three said, grinning.
A/N: Sorry it’s short, but the next one…we may all need some tissue. After the next chapter, updates may slow due to life picking up. Thanks to each and every one of you who have consistently read, reviewed, followed, favorited, or told someone else about my writing. You guys are the best.
Until next time
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