A/N: Hello! So, this is a little fluffy oneshot that I've been writing for a few days. It's a little something to tide you over for the week, since I can't exactly update "Chuck Vs The Torture" just yet. My exams start on Wednesday, and I've been studying, which is pretty amazing. It's pretty short, but I'm hoping that I managed to hit the fluffiest parts.

I love you, theprincess1511, you're always there when I need someone to edit stuff for me! 3

Disclaimer - I do not own "Chuck", or anything related to Chuck.

Please forgive me if I make any geographical errors or any mistakes, in general.

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“So, uh, where are we exactly?” Chuck questioned from the back seat of the moving car. Having just woken up from a nap, he yawned and rubbed his eyes, almost childlike. Sarah, fast asleep with her head on his lap, hugged his torso as if it were her lifeline, which prompted a smile on his lips.

“We’re still a few hours away from Palo Alto, and it’s about six in the afternoon right now. This is gonna be so awesome, bro! It’s just you, me, our ladies and a weekend in Stanford.” Devon’s booming voice shook the car from the driver’s seat, where the captain of awesome piloted the Jeep Grand Cherokee, the vehicle that had been rented specially for their small road trip.

It was football season again, and Devon, instead of taking his frat buddies, had decided to drag his wife, brother-in-law and future sister-in-law (he hoped), on a road trip up to Stanford again to watch the game. UCLA was playing Stanford again, and he hoped to God that his alma mater did him proud this time round.

“Shh… Honey, you’ll wake Sarah!” Ellie chastised from the seat beside him.

Devon shot Chuck an apologetic glance in the rear view mirror, before his eyes drifted to the slumbering blonde resting her head on his brother-in-law’s lap.

“Aw, don’t worry, she looks comfortable enough,” he teased, although lowering his voice significantly. Catching Chuck’s eye again, he gave him a sly wink.

Chuck, who already had a faint pink blush on his cheeks, looked down at the angel who was asleep in his lap, before he began to brush away the few stray strands of hair that covered her flawless features.

He had never seen her so peaceful before. He understood how much she had to go through everyday – all the worry about being his protector, in addition to her personal problems – that it was such a sight to see a look of pure contentment on her face, almost as if all her problems had vanished in her sleep.

Unbeknownst to Chuck, Sarah Walker was very much awake, and enjoying the close proximity of their bodies. She also happened to feel the heat of his intense gaze burning a hole in her face, and his long slender fingers playing with her hair. Deciding to have some fun with him, she opened her eyes to slits, making sure that Chuck couldn’t see that she was awake, before closing them again, and proceeded to shift around on his lap.

She shifted her body so that she was facing the roof of the car, and before Chuck could extract his hand from her face, she held it in an iron grip and hugged his arm to her chest. She cuddled his arm like a bolster, and made sure that he had no way of getting his arm back.

She heard Chuck breath a sigh of relief and chuckle under his breath when he realized that she hadn’t caught him touching her face. She smiled inwardly as he slipped back into the routine of playing with her hair and simply staring at her. She eventually fell into a light nap, with Chuck’s voice as her lullaby as he conversed softly with Devon and Ellie.

Due the "mission" last night, Sarah, along with Chuck, was extremely exhausted.

Sarah had quelled a terrorist cell with a fork and knife, since she was on a date with Chuck in a restaurant when he had flashed on the man at the next table – However, sadly, it was not a revolution in Jakarta or Paraguay as Chuck had predicted before.

He had also flashed on others sitting at subsequent tables, who were in cahoots with the first man, whom Chuck assumed to be the leader. It was unusual, yes, but he figured that terrorists had to eat too.

Sarah hadn’t brought her gun again, seeing as she still didn’t believe in bringing guns on a real date – although she did bring her entire arsenal of throwing knives along. It was a split second decision to attack them, but she did, and took out most of them with her knives. Her fork and knife were used to disable the rest of the men when they finally comprehended that they were under attack.

All this had happened while Chuck cowered under a table when he’d refused to leave her side. Thankfully, the restaurant had been mostly empty, and the only patron that had not been involved was a 78 year old man who now believed that the government was trying to assassinate him. The NSA clean up team had the restaurant up and running by the morning, and Chuck and Sarah had only returned to Sarah’s apartment at around four a.m., where Sarah had coaxed
Chuck into staying the night.

Later that morning, they dragged themselves to Casa Bartowski, where they met up with Ellie and Devon, and set off on their ten hour drive to Palo Alto. There were two reasons why they had left at such an early hour of nine. One, they needed to escape without Morgan on their tails, knowing that the furry little man never woke up that early on a weekend. And two, it was logical that they had to get there by nightfall.

They had fallen asleep about two hours into the journey when they had first left Casa Bartowski, and had only just woken up. At least, Chuck had, still under the impression that Sarah was asleep.

It was nearly sunset, and the sky was a brilliant blend of pink, orange, with the glaring sun sinking over the horizon. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and even Chuck had to take his eyes off Sarah for a moment to admire the view.

“Devon, I really, really need a picture of this view, mind if we stop for a sec?” Ellie pleaded, her digital camera already in her hands. Obviously, Ellie had such an effect on Devon that he pulled up at the side of the road without any hesitation. Ellie and Devon exited the car eagerly, wanting to catch every minute of the majestic scenery.

The moment the door slammed shut, Sarah‘s eyelids fluttered open, shocking the living daylights out of Chuck, who was still studying her intently. Raising her arm to touch a hand to his cheek, she teased, “Chuck? Maybe you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

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A/N: So, I have posted this story at least twice, and all of those times, the story has been misplaced and to be quite honest, I'm pretty pissed. But anyway, I'm gonna hope that the third time's the charm. This is a sequel to my very first story, "When It Rains", and I'm aware that it doesn't exactly cover the ending of that particular story, but I'm sure everyone just wants to see the wedding? Yes, no? If there are any requests for that side of the story, I wouldn't mind writing it. Hahaha. I practically planned out my dream wedding in this one. Sorry for any grammar errors/mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck, Sarah, Casey, Morgan, Ellie, Devon, Bryce, Carina, Anna, Ilsa, or Dashboard Confessional's song "Stolen". (Beautiful song, btw, go check it out)

This is going out to theprincess1511, who helped me with this oneshot, and every other story that I've done! (She writes PercyJackson & The Olympian fics! And she's pretty darn good)
Reviews are awesome, and you're awesome if you do review :D Thanks for reading!

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Chuck glanced nervously at himself in the mirror, tugging on the sleek, black formal tuxedo that sat nicely on his lean frame, and ran a hand through his neatly gelled hair. Standing next to him was his best friend and best man, the furry little gnome, known as Morgan Grimes, dressed similarly to him.

“Dude, you can still back out now! I mean, what am I gonna do when you’re on your honeymoon, man? You’re my life partner, and… I object!”

“Morgan, I’m not your life partner! And if you do actually raise your hand during the ceremony when they call for an objection, I will kill you personally.”

“But Chuck, buddy, we’re so destined –”

“Morgan, Anna won’t be happy that you’re claiming a guy as your life partner, when you’re already married to her. Technically, that kinda makes her your rightful life partner.”

“Touché. Hey, just remember, marriage isn’t all it’s cut out to be, buddy. I mean, you’ll actually have to… work! It’s absolute torture.”

It was Chuck’s wedding day, and he was getting married to the most beautiful girl in his world, and that was kind of a big deal for him. Apart from the thrill of getting married to his beautiful blonde fiancée, Chuck was just happy that he had finally moved on with his life.

You see, nine years ago, Chuck had been sucked into a world of guns and spies, when his ex-college roommate and best friend, the dashing Bryce Larkin, sent him an email filled with encrypted government secrets. And five years later, he had the secrets removed, with the help of his estranged father who, ironically enough, was the inventor of the super computer that was in his head at the time.

Those five years of his life were spent in complete chaos, where Chuck was sent on missions with his two handlers, CIA Special Agent Sarah Walker and Colonel John Casey of the NSA. He didn’t enjoy the missions, or the constant danger that he faced everyday as the Intersect, but did enjoy the company of his handlers, mostly because he was utterly and irrevocably in love with Sarah
Walker.

But with the Intersect out of his head, Chuck found himself spiralling out of the spy world as suddenly as he was sucked into it. And Sarah Walker had left without a word; no notes, no letters, nothing to prove that she wanted anything else to do with him.

So, he had slipped into a funk. He found himself back to when he was kicked out of Stanford: swimming in seas of total depression and emotional chaos. Constantly snapping at his loved ones, and being a jerk on a daily basis was all normal for him. Until one day, nearly two months after Sarah was gone, Ellie Bartowski had had enough – she dumped a bucket of ice cold water onto him while he brooded in his room, lying in bed till the late afternoon, something he never did before.

After that cold wake-up call, he finally got the motivation to work on his infamous five-year plan: He started up his video-game designing business with Morgan – which ultimately was hugely successful, earning him money by the bucket loads. He moved into his own apartment and he mended things with his sister and Captain Awesome, who by the way, had two gorgeous, awesome kids. He was the king of his very own castle. But he was missing a queen.

That’s where Sarah Walker came in, or came back.

He admitted that he was stunned when she’d shown up at his door, suitcase in hand, tears pooling in her eyes and absolutely distraught, almost two years after the she’d left him. But when she ran straight back into his arms, Chuck’s heart burst with uncontained joy. She had quit the CIA, and she came back for him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

They had agreed on a simple ceremony by the beach, just like Ellie’s wedding. They’d chosen the beach, their beach – the beach where Chuck had spent the entire night after he found out that he was the Intersect, the beach where Chuck had proposed, and the numerous outings that they had embarked on in the eight years that they had known each other.

When you had a sister like Ellie Bartowski, even a simple ceremony could be made into an exquisite gathering. Sarah didn’t even bother trying to plan it, knowing that Ellie would handle everything. That was else what the Maid-Of-Honour was supposed to do, right?

Ellie, Anna, Carina and Ilsa were the decided bridesmaids while Devon, Morgan, Casey and even Bryce Larkin – who had barely managed to convince everyone that the newspaper had made a mistake and he was not dead – stood up as Chuck’s brothers-in-arms, his groomsmen. It seemed even the spy world supported Chuck and Sarah’s relationship.

“Dude, you ready? It’s time, bro.” Devon said as he popped his head into the room, knocking the nervous groom out of his flashback. Chuck nodded, and made a final adjustment to his tux, an uneasy smile apparent on his face.

Devon “Captain Awesome” Woodcomb, who was truly, very awesome in all his ways, gave Chuck an encouraging smile before bounding enthusiastically into the room. Clapping Chuck heartily on the back, he stood in between the best man and the man of the hour, grinning at their images in the mirror.

“Oh come on, Chuck, you’re not having second thoughts are you?”

“Nah, I’m just... Pre-wedding jitters, you know?”

Devon chuckled slightly, shaking his head slightly.

“I know what you mean, bro. I mean, when I married your sister, I was so sure that I’d pass out when I saw her walking down the aisle, you know? Best day of my life. Don’t worry dude, you won’t regret any of this. It’s gonna be awesome.” he spoke, putting both thumbs up and nodding happily.

Chuck felt a warming sensation calm his heart. He took a deep breath and a wide grin complemented his features.

“Hey guys, we’ve gotta go, Casey’s already at the beach, and we gotta leave now if Chuck still wants to get married.” It was Bryce Larkin’s turn to pop his head into the room, and Devon ushered Chuck and Morgan outside and into the wedding cars that were parked outside.

The bride and her bridesmaids were already at the venue, where a makeshift tent was set up, out of sight, but near the whole beautiful setting of the outdoor wedding. It was early evening, and the sight of the pools of amber and streaks of pink that coloured the sky was breathtaking.
In the middle of the beach, was a replica of Ellie’s wedding, only better. The two arches were decorated with hundreds of Gardenias – Sarah’s favourite flower – and glistening white rose
petals littered the sand leading down the aisle.

While the guests settled in their seats, Chuck took his place next to the priest. A four-man band began to play softly: a beautifully jazzed up and lively version of the “Wedding March” as Ellie and Awesome’s two adorable daughters strolled down the aisle, dressed in pink and sprinkling red rose petals to match the white petals on the ground. All eyes turned to the bridesmaids and
groomsmen as they paraded toward Chuck.

A grinning Ellie Bartowski strolled down the aisle, with Devon Woodcomb by her side. The couple made their way happily down the aisle, marching to the beat to the music. Ellie was dressed in her bridesmaid’s dress: a simple, yet elegant white dress with a stripe of baby blue around the waist.

Morgan and Anna marched on next, arms linked with Anna’s hand placed on her ever-growing stomach. She was due in three months with their first child, and they couldn’t have been any happier. Morgan expression was directed to Chuck, trying to convey the message of, “You ready, Chuck?” which Chuck promptly returned with a brief nod and an uplifting grin.

Casey and Ilsa were next, followed by Carina and Bryce, and soon, the groomsmen were
gathered next to Chuck, while the bridesmaids formed a line beside Sarah’s appointed spot.

All heads turned as a figure clad in a backless, stunning white wedding dress, made her way slowly down the aisle, her eyes trained on the tall, lanky man standing beneath the arch of her favourite flowers and a sigh passed through the crowd. Sarah smiled gently as she took in her surroundings, clutching her bouquet of Sweet Peas. Crashing waves sounded from her left side while the melodious tune that the band played filled her ears from the right. Her eyes drank in the sight of him, and she prayed that her knees wouldn’t buckle as she continued to make her way toward the man of her dreams.

Don’t faint. Don’t faint. Don’t faint. Please, for the love of God, do not faint!

Chuck pleaded to his subconscious, his nervousness, and to God that he wouldn’t black out at the sight of his beautiful fiancée who was approaching him at an alarmingly slow pace. She was practically beaming, and he realized that he was too. After two agonizing minutes of waiting, which felt like two hours to him, Chuck held Sarah’s hand tightly in his, occasionally squeezing it, as if to reassure himself that this wasn’t just a dream. Tears made their way down Sarah’s cheeks as they exchanged their heartfelt vows, and their tongues began their fervent dance as their mouths met.

With sheepish grins on both their faces, they finally broke apart and frolicked back down the aisle, talking to their guests, but never separating from each other’s side.

“Alright folks, it’s time for the man and wife to begin their first dance as a married couple!” Morgan announced proudly. The chairs were quickly cleared by the groomsmen and bridesmaids and with the small number of guests who had attended the wedding, it was a quick and efficient job. Chuck led Sarah to the centre of the area and into a slow dance while the guests watched in admiration and awe.

The band began to play their chosen song – “Stolen” by Dashboard Confessional and Juli, as they swayed slowly to the music, despite the slightly fast beat of the song.

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend
Of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced
Another sun soaked season fades away

“So, Mrs Bartowski, how does it feel to be in that white dress? And for the record, I am never going to get used to calling you that.”

Sarah, with her head tucked snugly over his shoulder, let out a low chuckle against his neck. His arms were wrapped protectively around her, more of a hug than a dance, but it still allowed the swaying of their bodies. Around them, the evening light bathed them in a warm ray of gold.

You have stolen my heart
You have stolen my heart

“I feel… like everything is finally real,” she answered, sighing in perfect contentment, her arms entwining around Chuck’s waist.

And from the ball room floor
We are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all
Will sleep well

It was Chuck’s turn to smile at the familiarity of their conversation as he answered her with a tender kiss to her cheek. He leant down to whisper softly into her ear, his lips brushing slightly against her cheek.

“It is real.”

You have stolen my heart.

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I freaking planned my own wedding :D

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A/N: Alrighto! We have Chapter 8 up and running! I'm sorry it took so long. This chapter is much longer than the previous few, and it's that way, because IT'S THE SECOND LAST CHAPTER! I'd like to thank everyone who's stuck with this story throughout it's long and boring journey! It's also the first, more-than-one-chapter fic that I've written, so that's an accomplishment too! :D The next chapter might take a longer while as my exams are coming. Anyway, reviews/constructive critiscm are greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading.

I'd like to say a huge thank you to theprincess1511, and this chapter is dedicated to her cause she makes a special guest appearance!

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck or anyone in this chapter. I don't even own Agent Winnie Koh, cause she owns herself. (She's theprincess1511! :D)
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“Chuck, I told you to stay put!”

“Damn it, Bartowski! Get back to the car!”

“Hey, come on, you can’t actually expect me to stay in the car again, right? I mean, after all we’ve been through as a team?”

“Sure, dumbass, and when you get killed, Beckman will confine me and Walker into a car until we die of old age.”

“Oh come on guys! You’re in some sort of dangerous, life-threatening operation and you expect me to stay in the car? It’s like you don’t know me at all!”

Casey made a disturbing grunting noise that sounded something close to a wounded animal as he muttered a curse under his breath. “Fine, Bartowski, but stay close and don’t make a single sound, or I’ll make sure the Ring never gets the Intersect.”

With a SIG P226 in his hand, and another pistol tucked securely in his waistband, Casey moved forward cautiously through the blinding white corridors, while Chuck was safely tucked between himself and Sarah, who was armed with her trusty Smith & Wesson pistol, which she had amazingly managed to hide from the Ring agents who had previously searched them – a feat that amazed Chuck to no end.

A silenced shot rang out as yet another Ring agent fell to the ground with a bullet to his temple. Chuck’s eyes darted between Casey and Sarah’s guns, trying to confirm who had dispatched the agent. A quick look at Sarah’s smoking gun confirmed that she had indeed downed the enemy agent.

On their way to the Ring compound, Sarah had a feeling that something was amiss, and she wasn’t sure if Casey saw it as well. The Ring agents that were escorting them in the SUV were exchanging looks, and they were looks that were not lost to Sarah – Looks that spelt, trouble, mischief and what frightened her, double-crossing. Knowing that they were dealing with professional spies and definitely, expertly trained killers, she wasn't so sure if those looks were meant to lead her on, or were legitimate.

She discreetly signaled to Casey with a hand, while Chuck remained oblivious to his surroundings with his mind still trying to wrap around itself over his recent kiss with Sarah. With one hand already placed on the small of her back where her knives were hidden, her other hand gripped Chuck’s hand tightly, causing a faint smile to grace his lips. Casey retaliated with a slight jerk of his head, gesturing that he understood.

Without Chuck’s knowledge, Casey and Sarah had come up with a contingency plan. If the whole thing was a hoax, which was a high possibility, they would take out any agents that crossed their path, find an unnoticeable vehicle that Chuck could take refuge in, before trying to take out the Ring from the inside. They’d agreed that calling Beckman for reinforcements was completely out of the question, with her being part of the Ring itself.

Their fears were confirmed when both of the Ring agents pulled guns on them before their departure to the Ring compound – a secret underground compound, underneath the “terrorist” cell where Chuck had previously been tortured – before Sarah had transferred her gun onto Chuck’s person by planting a mind-blowing, passionate kiss on him – it was also too short for Sarah to even consider it a kiss, but she enjoyed it nonetheless, and she could tell that Chuck felt the same way.

The tactic worked, as the agents didn’t bother to search Chuck for weapons, while they kept their eyes on Sarah and Casey like hawks. Chuck, unaware of the gun that was tucked snugly in his huge pocket, and of the guns that were pointed at his handlers throughout the ride, stared dreamily into space while his lips tingled with an unfamiliar sensation.

Their contingency plan had been working well, and they were already well ahead into stage two: Taking out the Ring from the inside. After taking out the agents that had driven them to the Ring’s base of operations, they stealthily made their way in, just as they had before. A stroke of luck allowed them to locate the entrance to the main underground area, and they failed to raise any alarms by impersonating two guards that they had taken out.

The original typical terrorist-base-like compound was nothing like the underground complex. Sleek, glass-like walls were fitted at every nook and cranny, and the labyrinth-like corridor made it easy to get lost. The narrow corridors were designed to keep any intruders out – all doors were concealed, and could only be opened with a specific key card, the halls were exceptionally difficult to navigate through.

Casey had managed to snag a key card from one of the more superior agents stationed underground, while they moved through the halls, hopelessly lost. It was only when they had run into Chuck, who by the way, wasn’t even supposed to be in there, had they managed to obtain some results. But all was well, as Casey had stated with a grunt.
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Ok, Chuck, stay in the car. Yes, stay in the car. Be a good little asset and stay in the car. Chuck chanted his mantra repeatedly, reminding himself that if he were to leave the confinement of the car, he would most likely die. If he didn’t, then Casey and Sarah would sure as hell make sure he was dead. His hand itched to grab hold of his seatbelt buckle and his finger threatened to push the eject button. Busying his hands deliberately, he brushed away the beads of perspiration that had formed on his head.

The jet-black Jeep Wrangler wasn’t exactly the most comfortable vehicle to be in, especially when the engine was turned off, and if it was stationary in a place that was as hot and dry as a desert. Chuck had all four windows rolled down – although dangerously easy for him to be spotted, it prevented his suffocation – and he was about to faint from the intense heat that radiated in the air surrounding him.

But that wasn’t the only thing that was bothering Chuck then. His bladder was full, as it should have been, seeing as how he hadn’t emptied it since he was recaptured from the hospital. He failed to even grasp how he had lasted that long without a visit to the bathroom.

He rested his head on the palm of his hand. Ever since he had that mega flash in the hospital, right after he had been kidnapped and tortured, he had been having migraines that would come and go at arbitrary periods of time. He still hadn’t forgotten the flash. It held all the details about The Ring, but one piece of intel stood out most prominently – the war that the Ring planned to unleash on the CIA, NSA, DEA and other organizations.

The details were horrifying: the Ring planned to set off a chain of events that would lead each agency to point fingers with the other – events that would include buildings being blown up, along with the numerous inhabitants of said buildings. No one would care who fired the first shot, but fingers would be pointed, and guns would fire, and the Ring would be the ones to salvage the ruins.

But the only thing Chuck could think of that moment was how he much needed to relieve himself, and fast. Scanning the area from the vehicle, Chuck ensured that the coast was clear, before he scurried out of the jeep and into the bushes nearest to a wall, ensuring that he would not be caught out in the open. He whistled softly as he emptied his overflowing bladder, while his eyes darted everywhere other than his front.

That was when a flash happened.

That was when Chuck found himself lost in a place that could very well be a modern day labyrinth.

After gaining entrance into the underground complex, a wide-eyed Chuck scampered through the hallways, flashing on every emblem that was present on the hidden doors in the walls. Several of the flashes forced him to pause in his step to steady himself before he was able to continue on, but miraculously, he did not run into any hostile agents throughout his little tour. With a few left turns and multiple right turns through the doors, which he was able to access with intel from the flashes, Chuck finally met up with his handlers, who were anything but happy to see him.

"Wait, wait, wait! We've been through this way before!"

“How the hell would you know that?! They all look the same to me!”

“Because, dear Casey, I’ve been flashing on every door and it’s been telling me what each room is for, according to those glowing emblem on the door,” Chuck pointed at the faint blue glow that emitted from the wall. Casey grunted, unimpressed, while Sarah listened intently, as if Chuck’s every word was law.

“This room right here,” he rapped his fist gently against the door which had a glowing blue Chinese character on it, “belongs to Agent #01293, Agent Winnie Koh, formally of the Chinese Intelligence.”

The three agents froze in their places when a gun appeared at Chuck’s head. Chuck swallowed a gulp as the owner of the mysterious hand emerged from the room. Agent Winnie Koh of the Chinese Intelligence, stood ram-rod straight as her statuesque form stood behind Chuck’s lean body. Her gun was pointed directly at Chuck’s temple as she smirked slyly at the three agents who had decided to knock on her door. Literally.

“Who are you?” Agent Koh questioned menacingly, her gun never wavering, as Casey and Sarah lifted their weapons to meet her head, inches away from Chuck’s while she stood behind him.

“Don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot. Seriously, we’re Ring agents, the new guys! We’re your, uh, your co-workers… co-spies!”

“Well, all the better to kill you then.”

Chuck cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“Wow, that’s completely off. No! Don’t shoot just yet. We’re not Ring agents, alright? Did I say we were? No, we’re not. We’re, uh… We’re here… to infiltrate the Ring! I’m sorry, I stammer when I see pretty ladies.” Chuck babbled on with a nervous smile, trying to muster up enough charm to save Team Bartowski.

“CHUCK! No!” Sarah yelled at him for unveiling their plot to the seemingly rogue Ring agent. Casey looked like he would have shot Chuck there and then if he weren’t the Intersect.

“Damn it, Bartowski. Why don’t you just broadcast our arrival to the Ring while you brief their agents on how to stop us, huh?” Casey growled angrily.

Voices travelled from the far end of the hall as a patrol was making their way towards them. The voices, loud and clear, were speaking in a foreign language, most likely Polish.

“They’re coming to investigate noises.” Sarah said, with worry in her voice. Considering that she was fluent in at least 8 languages, those being Mandarin, Polish, English, French, German, Italian and Spanish, it was times like these where the languages proved useful.

“Come with me if you want to live. I’m undercover, sent by my government to infiltrate the Ring as well.” Agent Koh stated with her eyes fixed on Chuck, gun still aimed at his noggin.

“How do we know we can trust you?” Sarah questioned, doubt clouding her mind.

“How do I know that I can trust you?” Agent Koh countered back, completely deadpanned, as the sound of footsteps inched closer to their exposed position. It was apparent that she had no qualms about the patrol. Logically, if she stalled them long enough, the patrol would come by and shoot them, but not her. The only reason why Agent Koh kept her gun in place was to make it seem like she were trying to subdue the intruders. But she was offering to save them.

“It would really help the trust factor if you’d lower your gun right about now.” Chuck pleaded, trying to regain some feeling in his legs as he continued his staring competition with the barrel of a gun.

“Tell your partners to lower theirs first.” The Chinese agent demanded, gaze and gun held firmly in place.

The footsteps echoed even louder down the hall, just as the guards rounded the corner. In plain view of the impasse, the two Ring agents that were on patrol duty drew their AK 47 assault rifles, prepared to fire at the intruders with no hesitation, other than to take out the threat that presented itself. It was the supposed protocol to take out any hostile threats, but losses of personnel was an acceptable occupational hazard.

You just had to eliminate the threat.

Before the Ring agents could even take aim, they fell to ground together in a bloody heap. Agent Koh had dispatched her fellow agents in a matter of seconds, and the gun snapped back toward Chuck’s head, all before Casey or Sarah could even comprehend that they were about to have a faceoff with the patrol.

“I’m on your side.” She stated with force, and finally lowered her gun, causing Chuck to breathe a sigh of relief. Still in shock at having witnessed firsthand the amazing speed and agility of the Chinese agent, Casey and Sarah responded by lowering their weapons in pure awe.

“H-how… did y-you do that?” Chuck swallowed, obviously still shell-shocked by what he had just witnessed.

“I’ve been training with the Ring for a long time, but no, I’ve never betrayed my country. I’m one of the trainers here as well, and even though no one here is any match for me, I couldn’t take down the entire organization by myself. I needed a distraction of somewhat, or a team that I could work with. It seems I just found my team.” Agent Koh’s expression softened significantly. She reached out her hand, and smiled fondly at the group.

“Agent Winnie Koh, MSS Chinese Intelligence, at your service.” Chuck and Sarah shook her offered hand as Chuck took his turn to introduce Team Bartowski.

“Carmichael. Agent Carmichael, CIA,” he gestured toward Sarah before continuing, “this is Sarah Walker, also CIA, and the grunting beast over there is Colonel John Casey of the NSA.”

Agent Koh’s eyebrows shot up slightly. “You’re Charles Carmichael? I’ve heard about you and your team. Very high success rates on your missions. Not bad for someone who was screaming like a little girl at the sight of my gun,” she remarked, obviously impressed by the team that she had chanced upon. Her little comment at the end earned a scowl from Chuck and a small snicker from Casey. Sarah remained silent as Agent Koh turned to address her.

“Sarah Walker, huh? I’ve heard more of you compared to your teammates. You’re the star of the CIA, aren’t you?” Sarah nodded, her face suddenly beaming. Agent Koh nodded in approval, and appraised her new team.

“I’m sorry to break up this little bonding session, Koh, but we’re very exposed right now. And last I heard, we were actually on a mission,” Casey cut in impolitely, drawing an eye-roll from Agent Koh. Chuck shared a panicked look with Sarah, knowing that Casey and Koh fighting would result in Casey probably dying before he could even lay a finger on the Chinese agent.
They weren’t trying to degrade Casey, but Koh was just that good.

“Ah, yes, I’ve also heard of the Colonel’s extreme sense of humor and sarcasm,” Koh stated, to which Casey replied with a grunted and shrug, “Nice to meet you, Colonel Casey. I’ve been meaning to ask you if it was really true that you failed Seduction School twice. I was under Roan Montgomery for a while when my government sent me to the USA for training and you were sort of immortalized at his school.” Koh smiled in remembrance of the charming, suave and irresistible Roan Montgomery, the man who she held a brief infatuation for throughout her days training with him.

“But you’re right. We have to get out of the hallway. Follow me.”

With that, Agent Koh disappeared into her room as quickly as she appeared. Chuck and Sarah observed Casey awkwardly as his hardened gaze morphed into a look of high regard as he grunted, “I like her. The girl’s got guts.”

The three took off after the MSS agent, hot on her heels. They proceeded into her room, where they equipped themselves with bulletproof vests and enough bullets and guns to fight off an army. They were led through different hallways by Agent Koh, although they didn’t even know if the hallways were different. Agent Koh’s long legs were barely visible at the speed that she was travelling at. Finally, when a lone white door was in view, she slowed to a stop.

“It’s… the room of the… Ring leaders.” Chuck stuttered in awe, his head throbbing from the
recent flash.

Agent Koh whipped her head around to face him. “How did you know that?”

“I, uh, did some… research before.”

“Oh, right, I get it. Tortured some guy, huh?”

Chuck held a chagrined expression. He didn’t want to be known as someone who tortured others. He wasn’t ruthless, nor was he a real agent, but he had a cover to protect, and by darn, he was gonna protect it.

“Yeah, really beat the hell outta him. Told me everything he knew about the Ring too.” He told her, attempting to appear smug. Agent Koh nodded in slight approval while Sarah nodded encouragingly to Chuck, when his eyes darted to her in desperation.

“You guys ready? Do you have a plan, Koh?” Casey asked.

“I was thinking of something along the lines of charging in guns a blazing.”

Chuck swore he saw a tear in Casey’s eye. The guy had finally found his match.

“I’d rather not…” Chuck started, when Sarah cut him off.

“That’s why you won’t Chuck, its way too dangerous for you to be in there. I want you to stay outside, and when you hear the codeword, “Intersect”, get out of here. Is that clear?”

“But you guys are practically walking into your own graves! How could you expect me to just leave like that? Have you forgotten Semper Fidelis? I won’t leave you behind.” Chuck protested.

“Chuck, you’re far more important to the world than me or Casey. You have to put yourself before others sometimes, and now’s that time. Please, just promise me you’ll get out of here if things go wrong.”

“No! I can’t, and I won’t!”

“Chuck, why are you so stubborn? You have to promise me! Why can’t you just leave?”

“Why can’t you just let me stay? I know you’re trying to protect the I-Thing, but since
Beckman’s part of the Ring already, what does it matter anymore?!”

“I can’t lose you again, Chuck!” she yelled, causing Chuck’s face to take on a look of total shock. Trying to be considerate, Casey decided to walk down the hall and scout for any agents with Koh. Sarah spoke again, her voice much softer than before.

“Do you know how worried I was when I found out that you were kidnapped twice? Do you know how scared I was when I found you bleeding and bruised?” She was holding back tears now, and her eyes were turning red.

“I care about you, Chuck, and sometimes it scares me that I care so much. But please, you have to do me this one favor, and run if you hear the codeword.” Sarah let a tear slip down her cheek, before she brushed them away with her hand.

Chuck stood still for a moment, his face devoid of emotion, before he stepped forward and planted a kiss on Sarah’s lips – a kiss that she responded to eagerly. After a while, he pulled away and rested his forehead to hers.

“I promise, alright?”

She beamed at him, and hugged him once more. “Thank you, Chuck.”

He planted another kiss to her forehead and took a step back, smiling the trademark Bartowski grin. Sarah held on to his hand for just one second too long before releasing it.

When she separated from him, she signaled Casey and Koh that they could proceed. The agents pulled out their guns and their ammo, making sure that they were well-prepared for what would possibly be their last fight.

“Ready, Walker, Casey?” Koh questioned them which gained her nods from her two teammates. She nodded to Chuck, as if to say goodbye and thank you.

Chuck stood a good few yards back, clutching his tranquilizer gun, which he had gratefully gotten from Casey. He kept the darts in a small pouch that slung around his shoulder, just in case he ran out, and stared worriedly at his team.

After Agent Koh flashed her card, and inputted an extra security code that only senior Ring agents possessed, the door opened with a click. They entered cautiously, but were alert to any sounds or sight.

A small, petite figure stood in the middle of the dark room. Sarah squinted her eyes as she aimed her gun at the mysterious person.

“You?! How can it be you?!”

“Yes, Agent Walker, it’s me.”

Sarah cried out as a piercing pain shot up her arm, where the bulletproof vest didn’t cover. The pain forced her to drop her gun, as the blood began to leak out of the gunshot wound.

Standing in the darkness, waiting for them, was none other than General Diane Beckman, who clutched a smoking pistol in her palm.
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DUNDUNDUN

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A/N: I'm sorry this took so long! I've been re-watching Chuck episodes and trying to keep my Chuck withdrawal symptoms at bay, and I've been watching Burn Notice too! Awesome show. This is more of a filler chap, but it's pretty important, and I promise more action in the next chapter! (: Thanks for reading and reviews are awesome and much appreciated!

Many thank yous to theprincess1511 for helping with this chapter, the ending was all hers (:

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“We’re what?!” Sarah yelled in anger, crossing her arms across her chest, breathing in deeply and desperately trying to keep her emotions in check.

“You heard me. We’re going to join them.” Casey said nonchalantly with a shrug.

Chuck, Sarah and Casey were in the underground base known as Castle, and just moments before, Casey had suggested that they join the Ring. Chuck sat in nervously one of the many office chairs while Sarah stood next to him, practically exploding. Brown folders littered the table behind them while the computers that were placed near them lit up with the seal of the NSA.

“I’m assuming that you’ve got a plan, Casey?” Chuck asked from his perch on the chair, looking straight at the bigger man.

“Well, since the Ring has some sort of huge interest in us,” Casey paused to reach into his pocket, retrieving a soundproof box with four bugs in it, “I found these in the Orange Orange, Walker. Someone’s getting rusty…” Sarah’s face turned to an expression of absolute shock and eventually curled into a frown as she wondered how they had planted those bugs under her nose.

“No, Sarah’s not getting rusty at all, these guys are supposed to be the greatest spies alive!” Chuck said, emphasizing on ‘greatest spies’ with wild hand motions.

“Well, Bartowski, since you know all about them, why don’t you make yourself useful for once and share with us, huh?” Casey snarled sarcastically at Chuck, causing him to recoil slightly in his seat. Chuck plastered a confident look on his face – he hoped it was convincingly confident – and stood up.

“Well Casey, I am the Intersect… I can actually, you know… Share…” he said gesturing slightly with one hand.

Casey made a rather disturbing grunting sound, which Chuck recognized as grunt number 689, the ‘shut up or die’ grunt, the one that signalled your early demise if you failed to sedate the beast.

When Casey’s eyes began bulging and muscles tensed visibly, Chuck leaped out of his seat and hid directly behind Sarah.

“Hiding behind your woman, eh Bartowski? Do you even have male parts on you?”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, will you two knock it off?!” Sarah hissed before reaching behind her back to grab Chuck’s ear and dragged him back into his former seat.

“God, that hurt! You really are an alpha-female, Sarah.” Chuck protested, caressing his injured ear gently.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Casey.” She spat angrily. Immediately, Casey’s face fell back into his composed and stoic mask.

“Chuck, tell us everything you know about the Ring.”

“Um, well, from what their leader told me – Oh, his name is Marshall Kiley, by the way – They’re a semi-rogue organization that’s plotting to overthrow the other agencies, to be, and I quote, ‘the most powerful and only agency in America’. They kinda recruit their agents from every agency, and they guarantee that they will further your skills. Marshall told me personally that he was interested in recruiting us three.”

“But why would they want us?”

“Open your eyes, Walker. Obviously, we’re the best spies in our respective agencies.”

“No, no, I know,” Sarah allowed a smirk to appear on her face, “But they’ve already tried to
recruit me and Chuck. I suppose this is your invitation, Casey.”

“What?! Walker, how did this not come up during our conference with Beckman?!”

“Because she’s part of the Ring, Casey, that’s how they knew that Chuck was the Intersect, and that’s how they knew the success rate of our missions. They tried to frame Fulcrum for it, and she knows that we’d never actually shoot Chuck.”

Casey let out a monotonous grunt, which earned faces of disbelief from both Chuck and Sarah.

“C-Casey… You weren’t…. actually gonna s-shoot me, right?”

Casey merely shrugged, before he made his way into his favourite room in Castle, the fully-stocked guns and arsenal room. Sarah and Chuck shared a look before following quietly, knowing that Casey had a plan that involved guns, bullets and guns.

“Bartowski, will you be content with your tranquilizer gun? Or do you want a real gun that real men carry?”

“Ha-ha, Casey…” Chuck laughed nervously, hoping that he would in fact be allowed to use his favourite and trusty tranquilizer gun or as he called it, ‘the Tranq’.

“Casey, would you mind sharing your ingenious plan with us? Before we start, I’d like to know what we’re going to be doing, exactly.”

“Sure, Walker, we’re going to be joining them, simple as that. And maybe while we’re at it, we can take them out from the inside.” Casey said, as if that were the most normal thing in the world for them to be doing.

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“I just hope you know what you’re doing, Casey.” Sarah replied skeptically.

“Where did you see those agents, Bartowski?”

“They were in the double O, but when Sarah closed up the place, I think they went over to Lou’s.”

The parking lot in the Burbank mall was usually empty at this time of day, and each parked car was a couple of lots away from another. The three agents made their way toward Lou’s Deli – a sandwich shop which Chuck’s ex-girlfriend operated – while weaving through the empty lots in the mall.

“Chuck, I thought I told you to take it to Large Mart.”

“I know, I know, Lou, but I really… Ah, can I take three Chucks to go? Please?” Chuck pleaded desperately with a charming smile, eyes scanning the shop for the two Ring agents, while Casey and Sarah stood patiently behind him, their eyes like eagles hungrily seeking out their prey. But Chuck’s eyes finally found their mark – the two men sitting at a table at the edge of the sandwich shop.

Lou replied with a sly smirk, finally giving in. “Damn you and your enticing charm, Mr Bartowski.” Chuck chuckled awkwardly, and cleared his throat, shying away from Lou’s flirting.

Behind him, Sarah allowed herself a small frown at their exchange, and the action was not lost on Casey.

“Jealous that someone’s flirting with your boy toy, Walker?” Casey teased in a whisper, too soft for Chuck to hear.

“Not now, Casey,” she replied through deadly clenched teeth.

Whirling around on his heels, Chuck signalled the agents’ position to Casey and Sarah with his rapidly roving eyes, and they approached the table cautiously.

The two Ring agents looked up at them smugly, just as the three reached the edge of their table.

“Hello Colonel Casey, Agent Walker and Agent Bartowski. Glad you’ve agreed –”

“Um, sorry, I’d prefer it if you called me ‘Agent Carmichael’, it kinda has a nicer ring to it… than you know, Bartowski.” One of the Ring agents attempted to hide his grimaced expression as he repeated his greeting to Chuck’s preference. Sarah and Casey both rolled their eyes simultaneously.

“Okay, Agent Carmichael, I’m glad you’ve agreed to join us. Shall we proceed to our base?”

“Wait, wait, could we get our sandwiches first? You guys should try it too, it’s named after me, you know…”

Once again, the four agents could not hold back the urge to roll their eyes, which Chuck was blatantly oblivious to. Collecting the sandwiches from Lou, they were led to a black SUV in the parking lot, with Chuck happily munching on the palate-whetting sandwich of Munster cheese, turkey, ham and pepperoni, occasionally handing it to Sarah for a bite which she gratefully accepted.

Unexpectedly, as they reached the black SUV, Sarah grabbed Chuck by the collar, and forced him to face her. The Chuck flew out of his hands and he gaped down at her in puzzlement. Sarah, with a blazing look on her face, pulled him down with her hand on the nape of his neck. She kissed him hard and pushed him away all too quickly for Chuck to comprehend.

Noticing his confused face, she smirked, “In case we die.”

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Chuck Bartowski’s eyes darted back and forth nervously as he made his way toward the Orange Orange. His barely-existent spy senses happened to be tingling, and they were telling him that he was being watched.

He picked out at least two agents, inconspicuously eyeing him from their table inside the yogurt shop. How Sarah wasn’t remotely suspicious of them yet, genuinely surprised Chuck, until he recalled the praise Marshall had for his agents.

“We are spies, Mr Bartowski, and we are the best in the business.”

The two Ring agents, dressed in plain clothes and looking convincingly like two normal friends having an animated conversation, seemed to have fooled even Sarah herself. But Chuck knew better.

These were the same men who had been in his room when he made the deal with Marshall.

The deal was simple, really.

Chuck would attempt to talk Sarah and Casey into the job, but only if they were not harmed if they declined Chuck’s offer. If they declined, well, he hadn’t thought that far yet.
Deciding that having the chance of two more renowned agents joining his ranks was worth the wait, Marshall had agreed to the compromise.

It was a win-win situation for him. He would still have the Intersect, should the two agents decide that their loyalty to their respective agencies outweighed anything else. And if they were reluctant in giving him back his Intersect, they would just have to deal with lying in a coffin for the rest of their lives. No one made promises in their line of work anyway.

As Chuck pushed the door open slowly, he licked his lips in anticipation as the bell hung on the door signalled his arrival.

How would Sarah react to seeing him?

In the past two days of his extremely eventful life, he had been kidnapped, tortured, rescued and captured again. Yet here he was, bruises already partially faded, recently showered and standing in front of the counter with a full blown grin at seeing her again.

Shuffling his feet and clearing his throat nervously, he watched as Sarah whirled around gracefully to meet him. Stunned cobalt eyes met warm, chocolate brown ones.

Her eyes. He was so lost in them.

He was disorientated now. All his anxiety and worries were quickly forgotten as he was once again awed by her dazzling eyes, and every memory from the past 48 hours was quickly pushed to the back of his brain, hazy and forgotten.

A blush rose quickly to his cheeks as he realized how long they had been staring at each other –
he stared in wonder, while she stared as if Chuck had grown Professor Dumbledore’s trademark beard.

“Chuck?!” She exclaimed, worry and relief both etched in her voice.

“Uh, hey, Sarah,” he replied, chuckling nervously.

Her eyes scanned his face for any indication of why he was standing right in front of her, while she earnestly prayed that he wasn’t just an illusion.

“Stay. I’m going to close up, we need to talk in private,” she whispered softly, careful not to attract any unwanted attention from the other patrons in the unusually crowded shop.

Making her way around the counter, she planted a small peck on his lips – which made Chuck relax a little, stemming the perspiration flow in his hands – and made her way around the tables, politely requesting that the other patrons leave the shop.

The two Ring agents played their parts well, and left the shop without hesitation or protest.

What Chuck didn’t notice were the two bugs they had planted under the table and one hidden near the Orange Orange counter when they had ordered their frozen yogurt.

Only after locking the front door and making sure that the shop was empty, did Sarah finally acknowledge that Chuck was safe and back in her hands. She finally let her composure break as she ran straight into him, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. Chuck grinned, almost smugly, as he slowly allowed his muscular arms to entwine themselves around her body.

She had allowed herself this small slip, but she willed herself to pull away from him only after a moment. She wiped away a lone tear that had made its way down her cheek, and strolled wordlessly into Castle, Chuck following closely behind.

“Chuck, you have to understand this. Beckman put a kill order on you, and since you’re back, I’m much obliged to consider it as an invalid instruction.” Sarah forced herself to keep her emotions in check, but she couldn’t help but cringe when she spat out the two most hated words in her dictionary right then, ‘kill order’.

“You need to tell me exactly where you were, who captured you, and what you told them. Right now.”

Chuck’s face fell visibly as he slumped down in one of the chairs in Castle. He swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat, before whispering, “Would you have done it?”

“What?”

“Would… Would you have gone through with the kill order?” Chuck asked, suddenly finding his worn out sneakers more interesting than Sarah at the moment.

When there was no reply, Chuck felt his heart deflate as did every part of his body. He finally summoned enough courage to look her in the eyes.

What he saw startled him to the very core of his being. Her eyes were no longer gentle, and they no longer were the cobalt hue that they once were. No, her eyes were black as coal, and they were narrowed into slits, staring daggers into him.

For a moment, Chuck thought he saw his life flash before his eyes. Oh God, she’s going to go through with the kill order. There’s my answer, then, he thought, feeling his heart rate increase.

“Chuck,” she spat his name out in anger, “you should very well know by now, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. How could you think that I would just go through with such an unreasonable order? Don’t you trust me?” She was partly screaming now, and Chuck cowered back into his seat, an expression of complete guilt and fear evident in his face.

“I’m sorr –”

“Did you or did you not divulge any information in the Intersect to Fulcrum?” she cut him off coldly, ignoring any attempt at apology.

Chuck’s eyes snapped up to meet her eyes again. Still black, he noticed.

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t exactly captured by Fulcrum. These guys were enemies of Fulcrum, and probably every other agency in the government.” He wrung his hands nervously. He pretended not to notice her sudden increase in tension and continued.

“They’re called The Ring, Sarah, and they wanted us to join them. I made a deal with them to see if I could convince you and Casey to join them, if not, they were going to sell me to Fulcrum. That was probably a lie, but either way, they were going to keep me.”

Overloaded with emotions, Sarah’s face flashed from anger, to confusion and doubt, to anger again, as she realised what Chuck was asking of her.

“Chuck, I won’t betray my country. And as much as I hate the CIA, I can’t just go rogue and betray them, and those guys were pretty stupid to let you go. What makes them think we’ll give you back that easily?”

“Sarah, I made them promise not to hurt you and Casey. These guys are absolute professionals, and not that I ever doubted your abilities, but they would probably kick your ass, along with Casey’s and mine, if you ever crossed them. They practically made Fulcrum, but they’re against them now, that’s a good thing right? I flashed on them.” He was babbling, and he knew it.

Sarah looked to the ground, frowning in deep contemplation.

“What do you want me to do, Chuck?”

“I – I don’t know…”

“Yeah? Well, I do!” Casey stepped into the room carrying a large and fully loaded gun. Slamming it on the table, he turned around to face the both of them with a sly smirk.

“We’re going to do exactly what they want us to do. We’re going to join them.”

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“If Chuck was indeed captured by Fulcrum, he should be terminated immediately. Agents, we cannot afford to let Chuck remain in their hands, especially since they are aware that he is the Intersect.”

“But Gene –”

“There will be no buts, Major Casey, you of all people should know the threat the Fulcrum poses to us.”

“Yes, ma’am, understood.”

“Beckman, out.” called General Diane Beckman impassively as the image of her disappeared rapidly, before being replaced by the seal of the NSA on the plasma TV located in the underground CIA base known as ‘Castle’.

Two secret agents – one CIA, and one NSA – plopped themselves unceremoniously onto the chairs which surrounded the television screen. Both faces conveyed the perfect amount of distress, panic and total disorder, and while they were bathed in silence, tension ran thick between them. Their asset was missing, captured by a major threat to both agencies. Their asset, possibly the most important government intelligence asset in the world, was kidnapped by the dangerous, rogue organization, Fulcrum.

This information was taking a toll on the female counterpart of Team Bartowski – the duly appointed name for the three-person superspy team. Sarah Walker, a legend in the espionage world, was head over heels in love with the said asset.

It was times like these where Sarah Walker hated the world that Chuck had been sucked into. Bringing an innocent and respectable man like him into this forsaken world was simply out of line. And with her ever-growing feelings for the man, she was slowly slipping into a funk whenever she was separated from him. Part of that was why she had snapped at Casey, Beckman, and everyone she had come into contact with for the rest of the day, after she received that menacing phone call that informed her that Chuck was kidnapped. Again.

It was all she could do not to go after Fulcrum herself, but it was logically impossible without any backup and Casey would probably shoot her before she could even suggest it. The least she could do was to not lose hope; that was what Chuck would have wanted.


“Sar-Sarah… Sarah?!” Chuck jerked forward roughly as he sat up on the rough and scratchy bed linen beneath him. He surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings with wide and petrified eyes, breath coming in ragged intakes.

“Ah, I see you are finally awake, Mr Bartowski.”

A shadowy figure emerged from an entirely darkened area of the slightly dim room, flanked by two men armed with AK-47 assault rifles. Walking slowly toward Chuck, the man stopped in the middle of the room, his face clear as day in the glowing light, emitted from the lone light bulb hanging down from the ceiling. Chuck felt the familiar sensations as his eyes glazed over. He failed to notice the slight smirk on the stranger’s face when the rush of images filled his mind and sight.

“Y-you’re Marshall Kiley… You’re the leader of Az’Kaban, an American terrorist cell with an affiliation to Fulcrum, but you severed ties with them when they refused your requests for more weapons and…” Chuck gulped audibly before continuing, “…The Intersect”.

“Yes, Mr Bartowski, and I happen to know that I have already acquired the Intersect. You see, I made a deal with Fulcrum when they were first rallying up the agents who decided to join them. I agreed that my men would help them in whatever they needed. I am the reason why Fulcrum is so powerful today. But when I was in need of a few weapons, they merely refused me. They made a grave mistake.” He turned to pace around Chuck’s bed.

“Az’Kaban is not a terrorist cell. We are spies, Mr Bartowski, and we are the best in the business. I have hundreds of agents under my command, and although we are greatly out numbered, our combat skills and tactical intelligence is highly superior to any spy. I trust you know of the operation, ‘SWITAG’?”

Chuck was quickly sucked into a flash, and began babbling about the contents of it as soon as the wave of nausea and dizziness disappeared.

“Project SWITAG, a highly classified operation to select the best of agents and recruit them into a top secret group known as The Ring. The Ring aims to overthrow every other agency, to be the most powerful and only agency in America.”

Marshall nodded, confirming the details of his flash. Chuck frowned as he attempted to piece the clues together. Members of Az’Kaban were the same members of The Ring and they were the absolute gems of the espionage world. They were also plotting to send the espionage world into total havoc. That’s not good, that‘s not good at all, Chuck thought.

“Why do you need me then? What do you need the Intersect for?” Chuck questioned with slight hesitation. Marshall didn’t seem too hostile to him, but he seemed like the type of imposing captors that would use desperate measures if the situation demanded it. Meaning, he would definitely shoot Chuck if he failed to co-operate.

A wide grin broke out on Marshall’s face, which looked pretty scary to Chuck, seeing as it didn’t belong there at all.

“Well, Mr Bartowski, I was hoping to offer you to Fulcrum for a hefty amount of money…Unless, of course, you are willing to do me a favour?”

Seeing that he didn’t have much of a choice, Chuck nodded to Marshall, beckoning him to continue.

“I’ve seen your handlers in action, and I’m intrigued by their skill and the success rate that the three of you have managed to achieve on missions. Honestly, I’m very impressed by your team. So, Mr Bartowski, how would you and your handlers like to join The Ring? We will train you until your skills are considered legendary, and your handlers will be working with you to take down your respective agencies.”

This is bad, this is very bad. It was one thing to want the Intersect, but now Marshall wanted Sarah and Casey as well. Chuck buried his face into his hands, trying to hide from the hardened gaze of his captor.

“Mr Bartowski, did I mention that The Ring does not give a shit about inter-partner relationships?”

Chuck slowly lifted his head and stared straight at Marshall, obviously even the spy knew that he was in love with Sarah. For a moment, Chuck contemplated his request. If he accepted this assignment, he would be a total kick ass spy, and better yet, he could finally have a relationship with Sarah. He felt then, that that was worth much more than the world.

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A piece of blueberry pie
The official logo of the CIA
The official logo of the NSA
Several men carrying AK 47, assault rifles
A piece of blueberry pie

Chuck Bartowski sucked in a deep breath, eyes opened widely.

A rusty, old pistol
A pair of rounded-rim spectacles
Several images of Fulcrum agents
An arsenal of firearms
A terrorist cell known as “Az’kaban”
A rusty, old pistol

Chuck jerked awake with a start. His breathing came in deep, sharp intakes of breath as the pain invaded his senses with full force. His chest was burning intensely, and a dull throbbing resonated from his arm, which hung from a cast. A dull ache pounded from the pulsating vein that bulged in the centre of his forehead. He breathed a little before being sucked into yet another flash.

An alarm clock
A bundle of daisies
A folder, entitled “SWITAG”
Dead men littering the floor
The official CIA logo
The official NSA logo
A bundle of daisies

His eyelids fluttered slightly before he was able to open his eyes fully. Disorientated and slightly nauseous from the flashes, he found himself lying on a hospital bed. The monotonous beeping of the surrounding machines did nothing to help his pounding headache, and he was left feeling drained from the abnormally long-lasting flashes.

These weren’t like normal flashes; No, they weren’t even triggered by any related information to the intel in his brain. Chuck found himself continually flashing, and the resulting information chilled him to the bone.

Once again, he felt the beginnings of another flash. Before he could even react to it, the familiar rush of images flooded his senses.

A battered bicycle
A brand new Porsche 911 Turbo
An alarm clock
Leaders of the terrorist cell, “Az’kaban”
A mug of beer

When Chuck snapped back from this particular flash, however, he wasn’t able to open his eyes anymore. Honest to God, he hadn’t a clue where he was either. He felt numb; no pain, no more aching limbs and his noggin was no longer pounding. He concluded that the flash must have killed him, but he could still hear the sudden wild beeping of his heart monitor. The beeping was suddenly joined by a male voice and two other distinct female voices, before he lost consciousness once again.

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“Chuck is suffering from post-traumatic seizures as a result of the accident. He must’ve injured his head more severely than the CT scan showed, or there might’ve been some sort of complications from the concussion that he has. But the good news is that Chuck’s brain is less likely to be damaged further, despite the severity of the injury itself.”

Sarah Walker had a half mind to strangle the doctor that stood in front of her. How dare he have the gall to make claims of being the bearer of good news when Chuck’s life was in danger?

Ellie cried her eyes into Devon’s shirt, and Morgan and Anna, both having just arrived, burst into fresh rounds of tears. Sarah stood awkwardly at the side, struggling to keep up her emotionless facade.

“Chuck has slipped into a coma shortly after experiencing his seizure. Although highly probable that Chuck will awaken from his comatose state, there is a slim chance that he won’t. However, if he’s in a coma, his body will definitely regenerate itself more quickly than normal. I suggest you try to make him as comfortable as possible. It’s completely up to him if he desires to wake up, and I hope you know that we’ll try our very best to help Mr Bartowski.” The doctor wrapped up his little speech with a small nod and left them in the hall.

Sarah wasn’t sure she knew what to feel. Chuck had seizures; that wasn’t good. Chuck was in a coma; that wasn’t good either. But she wasn’t sure why he was suffering from seizures, with him not even being in an accident in the first place.

“Walker, Beckman wants a conference in an hour, we need to get to Castle now,” Casey whispered, keeping his voice hushed, although he knew the others were too busy sobbing to even pay attention. Sarah jerked her head forward in a nod and moved toward Ellie to excuse herself, giving the reason that she wasn’t feeling well and that Casey had offered to drive her home.

The familiar yogurt shop came into view as they pulled up in Sarah’s Porsche in one of the mall’s outdoor parking lots. Sauntering into Castle, the two began to tidy the table that would be in view during the conference in silence. Both spies were obviously shaken by the events that happened in the past 24 hours.

They were prepared to get their asses handed to them by the General, and were hardly surprised when her stern and infuriated face appeared on the screen, followed by a stream of long curses directed at the two agents. As she continued to reprimand them, they noticed the movement on her side of the screen. A hand popped up from the side and handed a file to Beckman. She paused for a second, and scanned through the contents of the file. Casey and Sarah watched curiously as Beckman’s face frown got deeper, if that were even possible.

“Agents, get to the hospital and evacuate the building immediately. We’ve just received intel that there is a bomb in the hospital and it will go off in a matter of minutes. The Intersect will be your first priority, before you may start evacuating the other civilians.”

Sarah felt her eyes widening in shock as her breath caught and throat closed up, for possibly the tenth time that day. She was already running out of reactions. The words “bomb” and “Chuck” together caused a chained reaction in her, and her legs carried her swiftly on their own accord to her Porsche in a matter of seconds, with Casey hot on her heels.

Entering the hospital, they’d decided to pull the fire alarm, in hopes of a quick, orderly evacuation of the civilians before heading to Chuck’s room to aid him. Unfortunately, the fire alarm created exactly the opposite result of what they had wanted. People ran toward the various exits in panic, trampling and paying no heed to those fallen around them. One of those who had fallen down was Ellie, and Devon was no where in sight. Casey immediately went to her side, while Sarah helped the others who had fallen in the chaos.

With her heart beating wildly in her chest, Sarah ran into the ICU, where the bedridden and emergency patients were being transported by gurneys to the parking lot of the hospital. Entering Chuck’s room, she was relieved to see that he was absent from his room, denoting that he had already been moved.

Almost instantaneously, just as the last gurney was rolled out onto the rough concrete ground of the hospital’s parking lot, a deafening explosion sounded throughout the complex. Bursts of flames ruptured the inside of the building, while the sheer force of the explosion propelled multitudes of debris into the air. West Side hospital was unrecognizable, completely disfigured in the face of the bomb.

“Chuck!” Sarah yelled, disorientated and temporarily deaf from the blast. She navigated her way through the throng of people that littered the parking lot of the hospital, when Casey grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side, where the crowd thinned.“Where’s Chuck?” Casey inquired rather forcefully.

“Isn’t he with the staff? He wasn’t in his room, he must be with the other patients,” she explained desperately, not entirely sure that she was reassuring Casey or herself.

The catchy jingle of her cell-phone sounded from her pocket and she jumped slightly at the vibration which sent nauseous jingles down her spine. The words “unknown caller” filled the screen of her iPhone.

“Hello?” She answered, her voice cracking slightly.

“Hello Agent Walker, I believe you’re looking for your asset?” A gruff voice sounded from the receiver.

Sarah’s stomach churned in realisation as she spoke shakily into the mouthpiece, while trying to get control over her emotions. Emotions were a liability, especially when dealing with enemy agents.

“Where’s Chuck,” Her voice was laced with venom.

“Now, now, Agent Walker, let’s not get too impatient here. You and I both know that Chuck Bartowski isn’t a normal spy, so, you might want to be careful, since we are now in possession of the Intersect.”

"No..." Sarah hissed softly to herself. Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling onto the charred ground beneath her feet like raindrops. The sound of her despondent heart filled her eardrums, drowning out the mad squealing of sirens in the distance. Flames engulfed every inch of what remained of the hospital, while Sarah Walker felt the very core of her soul set itself on fire.

They had Chuck.

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