Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Author's Note:

I'm having a bad day. Just some stuff at work. So I wasn't patient enough to check stuffs like spellings or grammar and for that I apologize. I may just have to edit it again as soon as my mood goes on a normal level – or whatever that is.

This Chapter has been beta'ed by Phxgrl many thanks again; Garnettflint for letting me bounce some ideas to you.

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P.S. Please read this Chapter with an open mind.

Chapter 11
Bartowski Bachelor Pad (Living Room)
11:00 pm
Malibu, Los Angeles

Ellie was going to kill her brother, even if it was the last thing she did

Okay, so she wasn't going to really kill Chuck, she was just mad because he had probably forgotten that she had set up a surprise birthday party for him. Well maybe not exactly mad, but rather upset, since mad is such a strong word to use regarding a loved one. So yes she was a little upset.

It was just that she had specifically told him, before he was called to the hospital on code white, that he'd better have his behind home by 9:30 pm.

"It's technically not even a surprise birthday anymore. Yet he still couldn't make it." Ellie fumed.

"Ellie, honey calm down it's just been an hour. You know how Chuck is, always a busy bee. He'll be here I promise." Morgan promised while standing on Chuck's sofa barefoot fixing the crooked Happy Birthday banner.

This was his latest attempt in getting it right.

"I told him 9:30 Morgan. I know he is absent minded and can't say no to a patient nor his job to save his life but that's not an excuse." Ellie groused.

They heard some sort of commotion in the kitchen area which for all they knew contained Chuck's birthday cake. The last time she checked it was empty. So hearing a noise was very concerning.

No one was there, or supposed to be there. Devon is still in the hospital the last time he called he reported that there was again a trouble in highway and there were about 7 injured, a mother and daughter being in critical condition so he's afraid he might miss Chuck birthday.

She'll bet her last dime that Chuck and Devon either or both had gotten the mother or the daughter respectively. She knew there's going to be a spectacle again. It was that way everytime to see how great and talented the two golden doctors' of Westside Medical Hospital are.

She just really hoped that sometime she'll get to have her brother and fiancé all by herself – well not really since there's Morgan, still having trouble with the party decorations, going onto the balloons this time. But bottom line is a quiet evening or late evening to be precise would be very welcome in their fast paced lives.

Ellie was still musing when they heard more clutter noises coming from the kitchen, more like pans and plates being thrown from one side to another and there were voices.

"Who are in there?" Morgan asked Ellie hastily. "Ellie the last time we checked the kitchen to check if the lasagna was good to go it was empty. And by that noise the kitchen it's definitely occupied not empty."

"Do you know where Chuck hides his baseball bat Morgan?" Ellie whispered surprised by how calm her voice sounded. Her mom had prepared them well for this. Well maybe just her, Chuck had a reflex of a ten year old residing in a 29 year old guy.

"I believe it's under the couch Ellie. Or was it under his bed?" Morgan replied frantically kneeling beside the couch to look for the most sought after self defense weapon as of the moment.

"I'll go to his room check the couch." Ellie said retreating from the living and is almost on the first step on the stairs when Morgan said.

"Gotcha." He said triumphantly raising the baseball bat his brother last used when he was in little league.

"Hand it to me." She said simply.

"But Ellie, I'm supposed to protect you. I know you're engaged to Awesome and I love the guy but you are my one true love please don't take this away from me. " Morgan tried to argue.

Then more pieces of furniture are being thrown, if she was correct it may be a dinning chair being frightened near the cupboard with is around 5 feet tall from the kitchen floor.

And the said dinning chair is no light weight either.

"Okay you win. Here's the baseball bat." Morgan quickly handed it to her.

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Mary was seeing red.

Everything is fucking red.

Everything was red since Stephen had been killed, and now this. She never felt this way ever since Stephen died and she found out what they did to his youngest and only boy.

And she is seriously considering maximum penitentiary just as soon as she made sure nothing bad happens to both Ellie and Chuck.

For about the seventh time in her life she's thankful that she is still limber at the age of 56 and that she is about a foot taller than the General of NSA.

And of course she left all her security detail outside. Their reaction time will be around 30 seconds to a minute give or take Mary estimated.

Just enough for her to kill Beckman and let her chain of command follow her illbegotten fate.

Hell she took down two dictatorships in Middle East almost by herself. What is one fucked up General in the scheme of things?

After all these twenty two years she's been missing her husband every single day since. She has no trouble of putting matters into her own hands to follow him into the afterlife. Or whatever you call thing after death is.

"I told you to stay away from them Dianne."

The general knew that in order to talk Chuck Bartowski into taking the tests to see if he is compatible with the intersect. She would have to convince Mary Bartowski. She was a formidable foe. In going near at least twenty feet close to her son would require finesse.

She would prefer to be breathing afterward.

"We did everything you've asked us Dianne, Stephen and I for you and your government. Put off our feelings and got married after the project was done, kept everything under the wraps, never told a single soul about it. We pretended we didn't know anything, let you take all the credit, kept on low profile. Sent aid when needed, may it be a fucking science project or a cold out mission in Russia."

Mary bellowed at the diminutive redhead.

Mary was on a roll and Dianne let her rage.

"We cut our ties to most family members. Lied and stole whatever fucking artifacts or documents you needed to obtain. We even killed the bad guys to make sure majority of America gets a fucking goodnight sleep." Mary raged. "And this is the thanks we got? Stephen dead, protecting those damned secrets and I am missing everything that is good and wholesome!"

She couldn't hold it in anymore.

Sadly she knew, she going to cry. There had been a grenade like lump in her throat. Her eyes are watery. This was not from any tear gas within a mile radius. It was all raw emotions bubbling to the surface.

God she reviled crying.

"We only asked you one thing…Only one fucking thing. It was to stay away from them. You could not leave my fucking kids alone. But did you listen?"

It was their only wish. The older Bartowski couple asked the United States of America - them and all their three letter acronym-ed agencies this only condition.

Not that the US Government has a nice track record of it. She almost wince thinking about this.

"No. Hell no. You kept sending us missions kept promising it would be the last asking us to keep our kids alone, kept using our morals and national security emergencies as leverage, missing bed time and tucking them into bed at night. It got so bad Chuck refers to me going to save the world. Well who saved him when I was off doing your bidding?" Mary responded.

The General tried to attract the least amount of attention as possible as Mary continued her rant.

"You know you can't keep them forever from us Frost. And it's not your decision to make. Your kids are exceptional, got it from both of you and Stephen – you should be proud of them."

"He's left ear is still ringing years after incident. He sometimes can't hear on it to save his life and would deny it sparing me and Ellie our feelings. Still got tons of nightmares every single fucking time he falls asleep." Mary sobbed as the tears came pouring out which made her even round the bend.

"I've asked him to do you some favors treat some injured agents on the field and even sometimes be on medical field support. Isn't that enough? He was kidnapped when he was fucking seven years old, watched his father died in front of him! What else do you need from him?"

There was awkward pause after that.

"We'll keep him safe. Just give me five minutes to explain to him the situation. The tests are non-intrusive now. He has more than 70% chance of survival."

"I read the reports Dianne. 27 people already died in the attempt of the intersect upload. 30% of them died from screening tests."

"Then give up some time to adjust the tests, get him ready emotionally and physically, I can ask your eldest Eleanor to assist. We'll do this at your terms."

Then Mary Bartowski was on full blasts again with Chuck's plates.

"You got your son kicked out of Stanford." The general shouted as she tried on dodging some plates that were being thrown at her.

"You were going to fucking recruit him!" Mary answered with some of Chuck's bread knife.

"You know that there's no other way around this Mary." The general almost sounded pleading when she said this.

"If not me, there would be other agents and generals from different offices from CIA or NSA that will try to get to him – we have means, in this way it will make things easier for all of us. No collateral damages only calculated risks. When you got him kicked out and at Stanford, you were only buying him time but not saving him from his fate. He scored 98% for God's sake that's 19% higher that Hartley and Stephen."

"I will fucking buy him all the damnest second that can be bought?! Don't talk to me about collateral damage! What happened to him and Stephen are all the collateral damage I'm willing to take. If I will have to kill every single one of high ranking officials in this fucking country I would or at least I would die trying."

"I see, not the best time to talk to you. How about we talk about this again after sometime, when you have found your calm."

Mary seeing the general trying to sneak away tossed several plates at a time to prevent her escape.

They crashed against the door. The splintering of the plate triggered the fight response so the General looked for something to toss back at her adversary. The wine glasses were on the counter so scooping them up, she tossed them at Frost. Dianne's aim was still quite good since she was on the range most weekends. Frost was beaned by one which cut her nose. Blood started dripping and she charged the General. She was going down!

Dianne saw the shape of Frost barreling down on her. Looking quickly there was the Cake and Pan. It was the only weapon. She pulled the cake off the pan and swung the pan which made a satisfying clang. It stunned Frost for the moment.

At this point Ellie armed with a Baseball bat came in to see the cake fly onto the counter with a splat.

Angered she swung for the bases and connected with the diminutive General's head.

"Not my Cake!" Ellie said.

Morgan came in and did triage. The kitchen was a mess. Frost was sitting in one corner with her nose in the air while Morgan applied pressure.

The General dazed by the bat had an ice pack on her head sitting in the opposite corner. It was in this situation that both Sarah and Chuck appeared.

"Mom…What happened here? Hey General, are you alright?" Chuck asked as he took over from Morgan who had much blood covering his shirt.

Sarah assessed something was very wrong. The kitchen was a disaster and what looked like a birthday cake was smeared across the counter. She could make out a letter C and H.

"This is not the party I had in mind." He said more to himself.

Author's Note:

I hope this chapter helped you understand where Frost is coming from.