A/N: SHE'S BACK! To all of you fans of the Mollyverse, we return! Now, when you start this chapter you may get a little upset, or even confused, but two things, 1. It's me. 2. It's Grace Approved. Welcome to the return of Molly Bartowski in Sarah vs The Life Unexpected – Growing Pains! Co-plotted by Grace Carner. Thanks to Zettel for pointing some things out to me…although with these changes I made he might not want to be associated with it…. Ch 1. Max Who?

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, or Molly, but if they ever make a movie, I would appreciate Grace getting an audition for her role.

Chuck stood leaning against the steel bars, looking out over the police station. How did he get here? Where did life go wrong? Everything had been going so well, and then….What was he doing here? He was married to a beautiful, caring, loving wife, he had two adopted girls and a baby on the way, and he was here, in a holding cell. He turned his head looked over at the bench, and looked at the three prostitutes sitting there. They waved at him, and he waved back with his nervous smile. He turned back and stared out of the bars, contemplating life. He saw the policeman walk up, followed by a blonde woman with a look on her face that scared him. She resembled his wife, Sarah, but he had never seen that look on her face before.

"Sir," the officer said. Chuck looked at the officer. "You free to go," he said. Chuck looked over at Sarah and then to the officer.

"I'm good, I think I'll just stay here a while," he said.

"Bartowski," she growled. Chuck eeped and came out of the cell, keeping the officer between himself and Sarah. "What was the charge again, Officer?" she asked.

"Solicitation," the officer said. He felt the temperature drop a few degrees as he looked over at the pregnant woman bailing this character out. She was absolutely stunning. What was this idiot thinking? Why would he be out with prostitutes instead of with her? He was an idiot!

"Bye, Max," the three prostitutes said to him in stereo, waving at him.

"Bye," Chuck said, with a nervous wave looking at them. He turned his head back, and saw his wife, and his face fell.

"Come on, Max," she said, stressing the name. This mess all started a few days ago, and nothing had been right since.


Three Days Ago

"Chuck this can't go on. We've put this off for too long. Instead of dealing with the problem we've let it get out of control. We've got no choice, we've got to split up," Sarah said.

"Sarah, that's a terrible idea, we can do this together," Chuck replied.

"No, if we had dealt with this after Christmas, maybe, but now, it's just out of control," Sarah replied.

"Sarah, I can't."

"Chuck, I don't like any more than you do, but what choice do we have?"



Chuck followed Sarah out to the car without a word. He got in the car and sat quietly as she started it up and pulled away from the station. They drove off, the silence was deafening.

"Chuck, I read the report they filed," Sarah said.

"It's not my fault," Chuck muttered.

"How did you end up tied up, Chuck?" Sarah asked, trying to hold the emotion in check. She pulled the vehicle over to the side of the road. Chuck looked over and saw her shoulders shaking. Chuck thought back to the other night in the attic, that's when this whole mess started.


Three Nights Ago

"Sarah, I can't do it!"

"Chuck, we have no choice. We have all the Christmas decorations, all the things from when we moved in, and all of Ellie's and Awesome's stuff in this attic. We have a baby on the way and we need to get this mess organized," she said, hands on hips staring at him.

"Is that nesting thing I hear about in pregnant women?" Chuck asked. Sarah glared at him. "I would like to retract that question, it was a moment of temporary insanity. But seriously, I can't handle dealing with Ellie's and Awesome's stuff. Why do you think I've never touched it?" Sarah rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Look, I'll start on this side with my stuff and when I finish, I'll come help you, but we're doing this whether you like it or not," Sarah said, with a look in her eye that showed him there was no room for discussion. Chuck's phone rang. He looked at it and held it up.

"Oh, look, it's the General," Chuck said.

"Really, Chuck?" Sarah asked.

"It could be a national emergency," Chuck said, trying to keep his face straight, but failing.



"Sarah, we both know you're over there laughing at me, and I think the officer bought the cover you were selling, thanks for that, by the way," Chuck said. She turned to look at him, barely able to breathe she was laughing so hard. "I now have a mark on my record. I have been arrested for solicitation." He thought for a second and looked at her, worried. "Sarah, you don't think I…"

"No, Chuck," she got between laughs. "I don't. But only you could go to a simple hand-off with a SINGLE prostitute turn into you being arrested for solicitation with three of them when nothing even happened because you didn't want anyone to get hurt."

"Something could have happened," he replied. Sarah stopped laughing and gave him a look. "You know what, I'm wrong, you're right, there is no way anything could have happened. Can we go home?"

"Did you at least get the USB drive?" Sarah said, the laughter beginning again.

"Please, it's me," he said. She gave him a look. He pulled it out of his pocket and showed it to her. He didn't say another word the entire ride home…Sarah didn't either….she was too busy laughing.


2 Days Ago

"Good morning, Team," Beckman said. Chuck looked around. It was just the original six employees of Carmichael Industries. "I have a job that only you can handle." Chuck couldn't help himself and raised his hand.

"Uh, General, you realize the actual federal spies are not here, and as good as Carina and Casey are, that puts me or Alex in the van," Chuck said.

"What about me?" Morgan asked.

"We all know you'll be in the van with Alex if she's in there," Casey growled. Morgan looked sheepish. Chuck noticed Beckman looking uncomfortable on the screen.

"This, is Max Rudolph," Beckman said putting a picture on the screen. Everyone looked at it, and then at Chuck. "He was captured by Bryce and Jill yesterday, and Fulcrum is not yet aware."

"No," Sarah whispered, putting her hand over her face.

"Max, is supposed to be the delivery man for information," Beckman said looking more uncomfortable. "He is supposed to meet a …a lady and receive a handoff of a USB drive from her." Chuck looked at Casey. Casey was muttering and shaking his head. Carina was patting Chuck on the shoulder.

"Why do I have the feeling you want me to show up for Max?" Chuck asked, looking at what appeared to be his twin brother on the screen, albeit one with a mustache.

"Tell me he has to wear a fake mustache," Carina said.

"General," Sarah began.

"Sarah, before you go all pregnant momma bear on me, please hear me out," Beckman pleaded. Sarah nodded reluctantly. "Chuck simply has to meet her, and receive the drive. Carina and Casey will be nearby as backup."

"Not with Chuck?" Sarah asked.

"Well, it would be awkward to put them both in with Chuck," Beckman said. A grin began to grow on Casey's face.

"When you say lady, General," Casey asked, nearly giddy. Beckman looked almost embarrassed. "Do you mean a lady of the evening?" Sarah glared at Casey. Casey looked away. Sarah wasn't pleased.

"All Chuck has to do is go inside with her, get the drive and leave?" Sarah asked.

"Well, I don't know if he can just leave," Beckman said, looking away. "He is supposed to be Max, and Max is known to stay awhile." Chuck had a look on his face.

"No, General, in and out," Sarah said.

"Really?" he asked. Casey laughed. "I mean I don't need Arcade Fire's Funeral, but I think for the cover at the least, more than a minute is required." Carina was rolling in laughter, and Sarah was upset, Chuck decided to change the subject. "So I'm to enter this house of ill repute, meet with the prostitute, and get the drive. She'll know I'm not Max."

"We've already been in contact with her," Beckman said. "The place has cameras so it has to look like Max got the drive, that way they're looking for him. They won't give her the drive until she's at work that night. We've offered her a new life, and she wants out. We'll put her in the witness protection program."

"I don't know," Chuck said. "It sounds like a lot could go wrong."

"Sarah is this plan alright with you?" Beckman asked.

"I really feel like I don't have a say in this," Chuck said to Morgan.

"You don't," Morgan replied.

"General, do we have a plan in case things go south?" Sarah asked.

"Fake raid," Beckman asked. "As soon as he says pineapple, Casey and Carina come in." Sarah nodded.

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Chuck asked no one in particular. "General, one last thing, if they think I'm not Max what would happen?" The General stiffened and took a deep breath.

"I suspect the prostitute would feel their wrath," the General said.

"If you stay one second longer than you need to, you may feel my wrath," Sarah said. Chuck gulped.



Emma met them at the door, tears in her eyes from holding in the laughter. Casey was roaring with laughter. Carina and Alex both came over and gave him a hug.

"I have a record now," Chuck said softly. Carina was trying not to laugh.

"I promise, the General will take care of all of it," Carina said.

"What do I need to take care of?" came the voice from the stairs. Everyone went quiet, no one knew what to say. She marched downstairs, gave everyone the stink eye, and started pressing buttons on the remote control.

"What is she doing?" Sarah asked. A familiar countdown started on the TV. It ended and Beckman came on. She didn't seem surprised to see Molly.

"General," Molly said.

"General," Beckman returned. "We talked about when to use this, are you sure this is right?"

"My Daddy just got home, he looks upset, everyone is laughing at him, and no one will tell me what's going on," Molly said. Beckman placed her hands together in front of her.

"Molly, your father helped save a lot of agents today, at great personal risk to his name," Beckman replied. "I promise you I will fix everything that happened to him the best I can, but he saved real lives today." Molly nodded.

"That's exactly what I would expect, so why are they laughing?"

"Because he got himself caught in a funny situation, but it's one of those adult funny situations, which I'm going to need a full report on," Beckman said. Molly nodded.

"Goodnight, General," Molly said, and went over to her mom and dad and kissed them goodnight.

"I'll put her to bed, Chuck, when you get through, why don't you stop by and tell her goodnight," Emma said. Chuck nodded. "Don't forget, tonight is the first night we're all sleeping downstairs." The group filed into the living room where Beckman was watching trying to keep a straight face.

"Chuck, I have read the reports from the police station," Beckman said, trying to contain her laughter. "I've just received the files Morgan has uploaded, a courier will be along in the morning to pick up the drive. Now will you please tell us all what happened?" Chuck looked around, sighed and began.


Earlier that night

Chuck approached the address, looked at the building, and looked around.

"It doesn't really look like a bordello," Chuck said.

"Are you trying out your new Thesaurus?" Casey asked. "Or are you just stalling?"

"Why can't it be both?" Chuck asked. "Maybe we should have Sarah on the mike."

"You want your wife on the mike with you in a house full of prostitutes?" Casey asked.

"You know, when you're right, you're right, Casey," Chuck said

"Listen, get the drive and get out," Casey said. "I'm not playing kid."

"Casey, they'll suspect something if I'm in and out," Chuck said.

"I don't think you'll be the first," Casey replied.

"Casey, you think I'd be okay I might be letting someone get hurt?" he asked. Casey could only grunt as Chuck walked inside. As Chuck entered the building he was fighting to not visibly shake. He was approached by a woman. "I would like to see Catherine."

"Really, you sure I can't help you?" the woman asked. Chuck could hear Casey's laugh in his ears.

"I really need to see Catherine," he croaked out.

"Calm down, Sweetie," the woman said. "She must of done a real number on you."

"I just really like talking to her," Chuck said.

"Christ, Bartowski, you'd think this is the first time you've….this is your first time in one of these places, isn't it…don't answer that!" Casey said.

"Talking," the woman said, grinning evilly. "Yeah, I just loooooove to talk. I can talk all night long."

"Casey, plan B," Carina said, and there was some noises coming from the van.

"Chuck," Sarah said. "I'm going to need you to keep calm, you've got this."

"I'll be back in a minute, with Catherine," the woman said and walked away. Chuck nodded, smiling stupidly. The second she walked away, the freak-out began.

"Sarah, pineapple," he said. "Pineapple upside down cake, rum, life savers, whatever you need, pineapple."

"Chuck, you've got this," Sarah said.

"What am I supposed to do in the room with her, Sarah? What? I can't do it, I can't get her hurt." Chuck said. "I can't do that, I won't….and I sure can't do THAT!"

"Chuck I know you won't, now calm down," Sarah said. She sighed. "We'll walk you through it."

"Christ, I've got listen to the pregnant woman and Captain Ladyfeelings in a cathouse," Casey grumbled. "Why did I leave the NSA?"

"Benefits," Sarah growled. Chuck swore he heard Casey gulp.

"Sarah," Chuck began.

"Chuck, damn it, we'll save her," Sarah said. "Talk to her, ask her about the new life she's going to start."

"She really shouldn't tell me that, then I have a chance of finding her," Chuck replied. Sarah put her hand on her head and pressed to try and stop the headache.

"Chuck, get the drive, take the required time needed to keep her from getting hurt, and get home to me and your girls," she said, in a tone that left no room for argument. Carina reached over and squeezed her hand.

"We'll get him out, Walker," Casey said.

"Bartowski, John," Sarah said, rubbing her head in frustration. "For better or worse, Bartowski."

"I love you, Sarah," Chuck said softly and then the madam walked up.

"Come with me," she said. Chuck followed her to a room and was shown inside. The door closed and the lady inside rushed to him, giving him a hug.

"Take this," she said, pressing the USB into his hand.

"Chuck?" Sarah said. "We have a problem, two known Fulcrum agents have just entered that building you have to go now, we've got what we need."

"I can't just leave!" Chuck said. Catherine looked at him. "My partners, they think I should leave now, two members of Fulcrum just walked in."

"Numbnuts, you're not a spy, you have no training, you have no idea what to do," Casey said.

"If I leave and they're watching, they'll know something is up," Chuck said.

"If you blow it, they'll know something's up, and more than her can get hurt," Sarah said.

"You don't think I can do this, do you?" he asked.

"No," Sarah said.

"So, how long should I wait?" Chuck asked Catherine.

"Well, I don't know if we need Arcade Fire's Funeral," she said. Chuck lifted his hand up, and she gave him a high-five. "I have an idea, stay right here."

"Chuck, listen to me, you need to get out of there," Sarah said, nearly pleading.

"Sarah, if I don't get this info out of here how many die?" he asked.

"Too many," she muttered. "Chuck you don't have the training to do this."

"But I've got you," he said, and then the door opened and Catherine showed up with two other women.

"Oh, Christ," Casey said, looking up at Sarah and Carina. "Uh, Bartwoski, there are cameras in there!" Casey said. "I'm using that thingy you gave me to hack them, but they need a show."

"Casey," Sarah warned, but it was too late. Chuck's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. She cut the mike. "We're going in!"

"I have a better idea," Casey said, picking up the phone. "Let's get our boy arrested in a roundup." Sarah started to look mad, and then she thought about it. She nodded, a grin on her face.

"What's wrong?" Catherine asked, seeing Chuck's face.

"Uh, there are cameras," Chuck began.

"I've never used this room, I didn't know," Catherine said, tackling him. She began to kiss him, and the other two joined in.

"What are you doing?!" he loud whispered

"Trying to save your life," Catherine said.

"No touching anything!" Chuck said.

"Chuck, the cops are coming and will be there in five minutes, you need to be prepared to look like something happened when they get there," Sarah said. Chuck relayed the message to Catherine. He didn't like the look in her eyes. "Casey, what's going on in there?"

"I don't know, I've blocked the signal so they can't see, but we're blind as well," he replied.

"Chuck, you need to do whatever it is you are going to do," Sarah said.

"Are you sure?" Chuck asked, a panic in his voice.

"Is sex involved?" she asked, trying to keep her voice even.

"No, not sex…"

"Then do it, Chuck."

"Just remember when you come to bail me out, you told me to do this," Chuck said.

When the door opened up five minutes later the officer's eyes nearly popped out of his head. There was a tall man, dressed in a bunny costume, tied up in a chair with three women in other animal costumes dancing around him.

"Hi," he said as the officer came in, peering around the dancing girls, looking red and ashamed. "Any chance I could put some clothes on before you take me in?" Chuck asked.



Everyone was laughing, and Chuck even had to admit the story was quite amusing.

"So, you had three prostitutes in a room with you, and you end up being arrested in a bunny suit, Dude, you better hope that never makes it on YouTube" Morgan said, and then saw Sarah's face. Alex gave him a glare. Sarah nodded appreciatively to her. "We'll scan the internet and make sure it's nowhere to be seen."

"Chuck, we have taken care of it all from your personal point of view," Beckman said. "You were never arrested, Max was, your fingerprints are gone, Max's are there instead. Chuck you took a great risk, you saved many agents, and possibly three young ladies from a difficult life." She saw the look on his face. "That's right, we pulled all three ladies out. We had to, of course, to protect you." Chuck saw the look on her face and didn't believe her. "Thank you, Chuck, and thank you, Sarah, for talking him through it all."

"I don't think a bunny suit was in my vows," Sarah said. Chuck just snorted. Everyone left, leaving the two alone. Chuck sat on the couch, shaking his head, and Sarah came and sat down beside him. "I never should have let you do this." Chuck put his arm around her.

"And how well do you think I would have slept knowing I could have saved some lives?" Chuck asked. Sarah grinned, snuggled against him, and sat up.

"You need to go see Molly," Sarah said. Chuck pulled out his phone. Emma had text saying she was out like a light. "Really, she couldn't walk upstairs?"

"Maybe she wanted to give us some privacy," Chuck said. Sarah looked at him and gave him her version of the eyebrow dance.

"I do think you need a reward, Mr. Bartowski," she said. Chuck sat up, grinning. "And I know just what it is." Chuck slumped back into the couch knowing what was coming.

"Clean out the attic," he groaned. Sarah smacked him on the leg.

"That's right, now come on," she said. "I've got Arcade Fire's Funeral and I want to see what all the fuss is about." Chuck sat there a second, processing. She did say what he thought she did and he hurried after her.

A/N: So some time back, I was in the living room and flipping channels and came to CSI. Grace said, "Is that the show they had people dressed in animal costumes one time." That was a fun conversation…From the collective deranged minds of David and Grace, comes the newest installment of the Mollyverse….Ya'll ain't ready…Next time…We find out the sex of the baby…Has anyone thought that it might not be a boy…Surely I wouldn't….BWHAHAHAHAHAH….Take care…Until next time