A/N: I apologize for taking so long to update this story! Exams have been a killer, and I've got my last test tomorrow (Yes!), and as you can see, I'm studying exceptionally hard for it. Hahaha. Once again, I'm preettyyy clueless about stuff such as locations in USA or guns, so forgive me if I completely screw it up. This chapter focuses more on Sarah's POV. Updates will come sooner when I finally finish my exams! So sit tight, read, and reviews are very much appreciated!

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7 Hours Later
Westside Hospital

Sarah Walker despised hospitals. Granted that she had her fair share of situations which landed her in a hospital bed, she hated the overall atmosphere of the place. It felt like death to her. As she sat herself down in the cold plastic chair next to the door that led to the intensive care ward, she felt the icy grips of anxiety and fear clamp around her heart.

Not five hours earlier, she and Casey had busted their asses rescuing their missing asset from an unknown terrorist base – with the terrorist themselves being pretty unknown and not too big of a threat, other than kidnapping an important and valuable government intelligence asset – in the outskirts of LA, and by outskirts, she meant outskirts.

Already fearing the worst for Chuck, she channelled her wrath to control her every action during the rescue operation, which also meant that any unfortunate living thing that had crossed Sarah Walker’s path was no longer breathing. When they had finally located Chuck’s cell, Sarah Walker’s heart just about stopped beating when she saw the battered and still form of Chuck Bartowski. She registered his weak pulse, and they had rushed him to the nearest hospital, which so happened to be the same hospital that Ellie and Devon worked in.

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5 Hours Before
Unknown Terrorist Base

Casey holstered one of his two favourite guns and signalled a small nod to Sarah, as they slowly and stealthily made their way closer to the compound. It was morning, but the compound was dark and sheltered by the forests that surrounded it. Casey and Sarah decided to use that to their advantage to make a surprised grab-and-go kind of plan.

With another nod from Casey, Sarah covered their rear, while he proceeded forward toward the gate. He pulled out a silencer and deftly applied it to his gun. Taking aim, he fired headshots at the two guards with such skill that both guards fell over almost in chorus.

The compound was not heavily guarded, but with a quick inspection of the guns that the guards had carried, they definitely didn’t want anyone snooping around their base. Casey could tell that Sarah wasn’t at the top of her game today; it was her worried expression every time she looked at him. And hell, even he was feeling worried. More worried about getting chewed out by the General that their asset was missing – or worse, dead – than Chuck himself being in trouble. But he considered Chuck his obnoxiously annoying, nerdy, geek of a friend. Not that Casey would ever admit it out loud, of course.

With the two guards down, they swiftly climbed the gate and advanced into the two main separate buildings. Multiple gunshots sounded through the compound as guard after guard fell to the guns of Sarah Walker and John Casey.

“Walker, I’ve got nothing in the main building, he should be in yours,” Casey’s deep voice sounded through her earpiece.

Her heartbeat increased, she was almost to the last hall, which Chuck’s cell was most likely to be located. ‘Please hold on, Chuck, I’m almost there. Don't let go,’ she thought softly to herself, wishing that he could read her thoughts at that very moment.

She reloaded her gun with a fresh round, and peeked around the corner. At least four guards were easily spotted, standing around and guarding one of the three holding cells there. To any other agent, taking down four men at a time was a challenge, but to Sarah Walker, it was pieces of cake.

She unsheathed all four of her hidden throwing knives from her boots and threw the daggers with acute precision. Four sickly thuds sounded through the level. Quickly bending down to retrieve her beloved knives, she jammed one of the blades into the stomach of the guard who crept up behind her, thinking he could have had the advantage of a sneak attack.
Her breath caught in her throat as she spied Chuck lying motionless on the ground in the cell directly in front of her. His back faced her, and his hands were tightly binded behind his back, resulting in painful, red rope-burns on his wrists. She felt her heart stop as she slowly inched closer to his still form.

“Chuck?” Her voice, intended to be loud, came out as a soft whisper.

After gently resting his head onto her lap when she kneeled down, she rested her index finger and middle finger on the base of his neck, registering his weak pulse. It was then that her heart restarted itself again.

“Casey, I’ve got him, he’s pretty badly injured. We need to get him to a hospital right now,” Sarah spoke urgently into her watch, praying that her voice wouldn’t crack. Judging by the few stray tears that were already half way down her cheek, she wouldn’t be surprised if her voice went a few octaves higher than normal.

She continued to rest Chuck’s head on her lap as she whispered a small mantra into his ear while stroking his untamed mane with one hand, and grabbing his with another.

“Stay with me, Chuck.”

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