A/N: The pace of the updates is slowing and let me say why. I'm having eye issues. Nothing major but about this time every year I need new glasses. (Getting old…okay, older) It's getting uncomfortable to read, watch TV, or anything that's not at a larger resolution. Hopefully by the end of the month I'll have my new noline trifocals that will do away with the strain, until then, I'll do what I can. Thanks for your patience.

A/N 2: So…did you see that coming? Yes, pear frosting was code to Frost for things had gone pear shaped. You seemed to have varying opinions on Graham. Some of you are scared for his life, and maybe you should be. But, we have everything, right? Right? Insert GiF of Zac evil laughing Muahahaha! here…

Today's music was going to be At Last, and then Feeling Good, but I've used those in others, so I thought we need something else, so I thought, and I searched, and I found one. For those of you who say it's about time…yeah…it is. No fakeouts, no cliff hangers, it's time. Ch 8, The Search is Over… You followed me though changes, and patiently you'd wait, Till I came to my senses, through some miracle of fate….

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck,

Beckman was on her phone listening to Graham tell his side of the story. As she listened she picked up a decanter, pulled out two glasses, and poured two fingers each into them. The door opened, and Mary walked in. She plopped in the chair in front of Beckman, still looking mad. Beckman ended her call with Graham, handed Mary a glass, and they both drank, neither saying a word.

"I've missed you," Diane finally said. Mary nodded, not trusting herself to talk. "This probably isn't a good time to say I told you so about joining the CIA." Mary gave her a look and they both broke out laughing.

"How bad is it?" Mary asked. Diane shrugged.

"Since the Intersect is not yet operational, it's not yet a joint program, so the information flow is….awkward at best," Diane said. "Here's what I know, I have John Casey there to watch Chuck…and Sarah."

"Tell me about her," Mary said. Diane smiled.

"She's you, except when she had her child, she was able to do what you never were and always wished you could," Diane said. It wasn't said with malice, or ill-intent, it was the truth between old friends. "You fell in love, just like her, you had children, just like her, but at that point she couldn't put the job first." Diane handed Mary the file on Sarah, and she began to look through it. She looked at Diane in shock.

"Seventeen?" she asked. Diane just nodded. Mary went back, and nodded. "Harvard," she mumbled. "While pregnant, that's impressive." She read some more. "CAT Squad?"

"Don't ask," Diane said, rolling her eyes. Mary just laughed.

"Her scores are…incredible," Mary said, looking up. "And he just let her go?"

"She was done with this life," Diane said, shrugging. "All it would have done is get her dead by keeping her." Mary nodded.

"So it's for real, not some twisted op?" Mary asked. Diane shrugged.

"I see nothing that says otherwise, and neither does Casey," Diane said. "He's a little upset given how everything played out, but it appears they are together. He's actively being Molly's father." Diane studied her for a second. "Mary, I'm sorry, you should have gotten pulled out sooner." Mary shrugged.

"Let's be honest, I'm not real motherly," she admitted. "I tried to fix a huge mistake, and I couldn't. Would me staying have helped Stephen and the kids? Who knows? I should have had found better ways to make contact and kept up with them. I didn't. I can only use the excuse the op took longer than I thought for so long. It was 20 years. I could have come back, I should have come back. Chuck and Ellie have been through hell, and it's my fault."

"Yes, yes it is," Diane said. Mary stared at her, but knowing there was more. "We still have time, we can fix it. Let me talk to them, all of them, including Graham and let's see if we can't fix this." Mary nodded. Diane reached over and took her friend's hand. "Let's give the Bartowski family the ending they deserve."


Simi Valley

Chuck opened the door to the house to let him, Morgan, and Molly in. He saw Sarah and John on the couch talking. He walked over, kissed her on the forehead and headed into the kitchen to find Emma. Sarah's eyes followed him. She noticed Casey watching her, smirking.

"Seriously, what do you see in him?" he asked.

"He's just the kindest, most generous, sincere man I've ever met," she said. Casey grunted. In the kitchen, Chuck found Emma.

"So, I need to ask you something," Chuck said. Emma just looked at him, grinning.

"I'm going to make it easy on you," Emma said with a smile. "This house is your home. Move all your stuff in whenever you want." Chuck just grinned at her.

"How'd you know?" he asked.

"Everyone knows but you," Emma replied. She shoved him out of her kitchen. Sarah saw him, and his grin, and knew he was up to something. Casey's phone went off.

"We need to go," Casey said, looking at Sarah and Chuck. Chuck pointed to himself. "Yes, moron. You're needed."

"Chuck, I don't think you're subordinate realizes that you get to make your own decisions," Sarah said, grinning. Casey growled.

"Bartowski, the general wants to see all three of us," Casey said. Chuck turned toward the kitchen to speak to Emma but she was there.

"I think my assumption that Sarah's sneaking skills were learned at the CIA is incorrect. They appear to be genetic," Chuck said, grinning.

"Go, I'll watch my granddaughter," she said. Sarah and Casey started out the door. "Talk to her," she said softly. Chuck nodded. He walked outside, and noticed Casey was already gone. He got into the car with Sarah.

"Hey, I need to talk to you," Chuck said, rubbing his hands on his pants. Sarah gave him a look, and then went back to driving.

"I'm sitting right here," she said, amused.

"So, have you got any plans tomorrow?" he asked, swallowing.

"No," she said. "Chuck, what's going on?"

"Oh, I'm just thinking about renting a truck and moving the rest of my stuff out of Ellie's and Devon's and moving it into our room," he said, looking straight ahead. Sarah just nodded, never looking at him. "Think you could help?"

"Sure," she said, trying not to grin. She pulled up to Truffaut. "About time," she muttered, getting out of the car.

"Really, that's it, no other snarky remarks?" Chuck asked.

"As skittish as you are?" Sarah asked, grinning. "I'll get you moved in and then I'll be snarky, or even a little sassy."

"Huh," he said. "I thought I was the sassy one." Sarah gave him a look.

"I'm the sassy one," she retorted.

"You're both annoying," Casey grumbled, waiting for them by the door. They walked in, and went to Casey's office where he had the connection with the general. He started the TV and a split screen popped up again. On one side was Graham, on the other was Beckman, and.

"Mom?" Chuck said, his mouth hanging open. Sarah stared at the screen and then looked at Chuck. She took his hand.

"You okay?" she asked. He nodded.

"What is this," he asked, looking up. "You two don't have the ability to look in on me when I was a kid and now, you think you can get involved in my life that I'm adult?" Mary was a little surprised. Graham wasn't and he wasn't sure Chuck wasn't right. Beckman didn't say anything. "You know what, screw all of you, I'm out of here," he said, and walked out. Sarah crossed her arms.

"I happen to agree with him," she said. "The whole bunch of you have done nothing but interfere in our lives the past few years," and with that, she walked out as well. Casey stood there, looking at the door Walker and Bartowski had just walked out, and then back to the screen.

"Want me to go shoot them?" Casey asked, his heart not really in it.

"No, Major," Beckman said, sighing. "I suppose we all had that coming."

"At least no one destroyed everything on my desk," Graham said.

"I can correct that," Mary muttered and the screens clicked off. Outside, Chuck was running his hand through his hair, wondering what now. He was surprised when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You okay?" Sarah asked. He turned to her, confused.

"Wait, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Checking on you, Chuck," she said, wondering if his mind had short circuited. Where else would she be? Chuck shook his head.

"Won't you lose their contract? Don't we need that money?" he asked, worried about her and Molly's future

"So? What if I do? You're more important," she said. Chuck sighed. "Now, are you okay?" she asked.

"No," Chuck said. "I've been blaming a whole lot of people for my circumstances, but I haven't blamed the right one yet. A lot of this is my fault," Sarah started to argue. "Look, I said I understood and I forgive you, but I'm hiding behind excuses. You, Sarah Walker, have stood by me when I haven't done a thing to deserve you. You were put in a no win situation. You were going to lose someone, and I do understand, and now, I need you to stand by me one more time, and please accept my apology. I'm done running, I'm done fighting this, I'm done being anything but Molly's father, and your…whatever you think I am."

"Baby Daddy with benefits," she said, waggling her eyebrows, tears in her eyes. "See, I am the sassy one."

"I deserve that," Chuck said.

"Boyfriend?" she asked. "Guy I'm crazy in love with and dating exclusively? Future Mrs. Bartowski? Run off to Vegas and be Mrs. Bartowski?"

"Whoa," Chuck said, putting up his hands. Sarah was laughing so hard, she was nearly double over.

"That's for ever thinking you were the sassy one," she said between breaths. "We're not ready for me being Mrs. Bartowksi. Give it a week," she said, winking. He took her hands. "So, you're done running huh?" she asked with a smirk on her face.

"I'm sorry," he said. Sarah shook her head.

"Chuck, what happened to us wasn't fair," she said. "What happened to you wasn't fair, and it's a testament to the man you are that you didn't give up on me. Thank you. I promise you, I'm not going anywhere."

"Well, I wasn't planning on living the rest of my life in this spot, but okay," Chuck said, grinning. She gave him a faux glare.

"You know what I mean," she said, punching him in the arm. "So, shall we celebrate?"

"Yep, how about we go home, to our daughter, and your mom, order pizza, and enjoy our time together?" he asked.

"And later?" she asked, not even trying to play it cool. Chuck leaned in to her ear.

"Hopefully we'll both misbehave," he said softly. He pulled away and Sarah just grinned at him.

"Oh boy!" she said, waggling her eyebrows.


They arrived back at the house sometime later, a pizza in tow. The couple spent the rest of their evening with their daughter as Emma looked on. At one point, she snuck into the kitchen and made a phone call.

"Jack," she said when he answered.

"Hey, darlin'," he said. "Everything okay?"

"It's perfect," Emma said, tears in her eyes.

"The schnook came through?" Jack asked.

"He's treating his daughter like a princess," Emma answered. "Your's too," she added softly.

"So there's hope for them?" he asked.

"When you love someone, there's always hope," Emma answered. There was a pause.

"That's good to hear," Jack said, emotion in his voice. "Miss you, Baby."

"I miss you," Emma said. "Why don't you do something about it?"

"I don't deserve a second chance," Jack said.

"Jack, we as so past second chance it's not even funny," Emma said with a laugh. "You know where we are."

"Good-bye, Emma," Jack said.

"Bye, Jack," she said, and hung up. "I love you," she whispered into the air.

"Mom?" Sarah said, seeing tears in her mother's eyes. Emma turned around and Sarah caught her in a hug. "Don't give up, you were right, it's never too late." Chuck walked into the room with Molly.

"I think we've interrupted something," Chuck said to Molly.

"Just a lot of happiness," Emma said, reaching over and taking Molly. "I've got this, you too enjoy the rest of your evening," she said, winking at them and walking away.

"I plan on it," Sarah said, making Chuck blush. She took his hand.

"Where are we going?" he asked. Sarah turned around and just stared at him.

"Wait," Chuck said. "As much as I love you and Molly, we don't have any supplies, and I don't know if we need a second one right now." Sarah just looked at him with an amused look.

"Large Mart bag," she said, not even trying to hold the grin off of her face at this point. He walked over, looked in, and then looked back at her in shock.

"That's a lot," he choked out. She was now full on laughing at him. "Oh, boy."


"Wake up, Chuck," Sarah said, shaking him after she parked the truck at Echo Park.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Didn't sleep much last night."

"I'm well aware," she replied, amused at him. He just stared at her.

"How are you this energetic?" he asked.

"The guy I love is in my life and is moving into my home," she said shrugging. She studied him a minute. "Might I add, you added to your repertoire." Chuck's ears turned red.

"Awesome," he choked out.

"Yeah..it was," she said. Chuck got even redder.

"No, Devon, he gave me a book," he said. Sarah stared at him.

"I wonder if would be inappropriate to buy him flowers," she said. Chuck was now nearly crimson.

"Please don't," he begged. She turned back to him and shook her head.

"Come on, man o'mine," she said. "Let's go get the rest of your stuff." Chuck got out of the van, and knew he was forgetting something, but he was tired. As the shriek began, he remembered, but by then, his ribs were being crushed from the hug. "Ellie, don't kill him, I kinda need him." Ellie let go, and went and tackle hugged Sarah.

"El, I'm so glad you're happy, because we have a lot to tell you," Chuck said. Sarah nodded looking somber. "It's a lot, but we're going to start with the good part. I'm moving to Simi Valley permanently." The squeal made birds fly away from the apartment complex.


"They're both alive," Ellie said, sitting on Chuck's bed, drinking her third glass of wine as he and Sarah continued to pack the room. Chuck nodded.

"And working with the CIA," he said, pulling a box out.

"Ooooh," Ellie said. "Are you gonna let Sarah into your P.A.N.T.S?" Sarah gave her a look.

"You are a doctor and do know mprph," she said as Chuck put his hand over her mouth.

"Let's don't finish that sentence in front of Chuck. In fact, let's never have you two talk about my sex life," Chuck said. Ellie and Sarah shared a look after Chuck removed his hand.

"Girl's night?" Ellie asked. Sarah smiled.

"Absolutely!" Chuck groaned, and opened the box. He stared at a watch.

"What is it?" Sarah asked.

"This is my Private Artifacts Never To Share box," Chuck said looking at her solemnly. "I hope you realized by seeing this, you understand the commitment you just made to me."

"You want a commitment, get me a ring, and we'll do it," she said grinning. Ellie was vibrating.

"While I am so happy to hear that," Ellie said. "Sarah, to him, this goes beyond marriage. Two people have seen inside that box other than Chuck before today."

"Ellie and Morgan," Chuck said, pulling up the watch.

"What is that?" Sarah asked.

"His watch from dad," Ellie said. Chuck shook his head.

"Actually, this is Dad's," he said, a little choked up. "See, Dad used to work on a program and one day I accidently on purpose pushed some buttons, and I saw the entire thing. It gave me a bit of a headache, but he told me his watch would make me feel better. I put it on, and it did. He started making another one, and we passed his back and forth until mine was made. After that, we each had our own and always wore them. Dad started working more and more, and we'd see him less and less. During seventh grade, right before a big test, I fell and broke mine. I took it apart, and got the watch fixed, but the rest, I didn't understand. So I put it back together, snuck into Dad's room, and swapped them, because I had a big quiz coming up, and even though at that point it was all mental, I needed to have it on. After that, Dad started to get really weird and shortly after he left. Once he left, I took it off and never put it back on." Tears were in Chuck's eyes.

"So did it really help?" Sarah asked. Chuck shook his head.

"I'm sure it was all mental, but after that, I never wanted it back on. I didn't want the reminder, but just like the poster, I couldn't throw it away." Chuck put it back in the box, and sighed. "Okay, let's finish this and then get home to our little girl." Ellie squealed. "I'm going to be deaf before the day is over he said." He put the box into the pile to move, and moved on to pack the rest of his stuff.

A/N: …Oh look, the villagers all have pitchforks and are ready to come get me…You caught it, right…I'm going into hiding now…Now I look into your eyes, I can see forever, The search is over, You were with me all the while…Take care, see you soon