Another day, another mission.
That was Chuck's life summarised.
It's amazing how constant exigencies can be.
The sour face of Beckman & Graham (Chuck had dubbed them The Beck-ham) would appear, orders would be delivered, his handlers would come out in their all black super-spy uniform and armory of weapons and then,
"Chuck, stay in the car."
Frustration.
That was the only emotion that coursed through his brain.
Didn't they understand his concern for them?
Yes, he admitted he was no super-spy but that did NOT mean he did not have the same sense of duty, concern and protectiveness which Sarah and Casey had.
But instead of watching their backs, his wonderful Intersect brain sat in the goddamn car and admired the plush cushioning of the Porsche.
He restarted counting to a thousand to while the time by and slow down his panicking senses and the alarm his intuition had set off.
A loud shout echoed through the area. A woman's shout.
Woman? - Sarah!
Chuck's shoes thumped down the road as he climbed over the wall and went to help the two.
He hid beside the two crates and watched.
Casey and Sarah were next to the next line of crates. Both were grimacing in pain while shooting at the seven shooters still alive.
Chuck quickly ran to their place.
Sarah looked up in surprise and hissed, "Chuck, what the...?" before dissolving in the barrage of noises as the shots rained down.
Chuck made a motion to make her remain silent and quickly picked up a Benelli 90 and aimed the laser point in the manner he had seen them do innumerable times.
He took stock of the shooters and aimed at the shooter near the archway.
One shot. Dead.
He quickly took out two more in this manner, while Casey took the oppurtunity to throw a flashbang, and shoot the remaining four.
"I never imagined a shooting spree to be so silent in the end..." said Chuck.
Casey threw him a look of grudging admiration, "Well, Bartowski looks like those arcade games paid off."
Chuck grinned and then looked towards Sarah who now semi-comatose due to her injuries and shot a panicked look. "Ohmygod ohmygod, she's bleeding like a pig."
Casey grimaced. "I can see that, you idiot"
He grunted.
"I can't pick her up like this" motioning towards his injured arm. Chuck, a little pale after seeing her blood and clearly worried, gently picked up Sarah and put her in the Porsche's backseat. Casey, sat in the passenger's seat cradling his arm and motioned Chuck to drive.
"Bartowski, we have to get her to Butler Avenue ASAP. A CIA-controlled hospital is there and Walker will be treated without a barrage of questions or forms" said Casey, after getting off the phone.
Chuck simply nodded on hearing that, and veered the car to the said address with it's full horsepower with a look of protectiveness intermingled with determination.
Within a span of ten minutes, the car was safely parked in the hospital's parking lot.
Chuck, without waiting for Casey, took out Sarah and gracefully laid her down on a nearby stretcher.
The ensemble of doctors and nurses waiting took over, and wheeled Sarah to the operating room while Casey was taken to another room so that his hand could be taken care of. Chuck was taken to an examination room, by one of the nurses.
The doctor present there checked him for injuries, and on completing the checkup smiled, "Well, Mr. Carmichael you're okay. But, you have suffered a minor concussion so I suggest you lie down here while your friends are treated"
Chuck smiled in return and nodded. He lay down, still silently praying for Sarah and remembering all long-forgotten Gods and prayers.
The events of the day had taken a toll, and soon his mind was floating with the clouds of slumber...
He awoke with a start. The sunlight was filtering though the shades, and his iPhone was ringing.
"Chuck, oh god, where are you?" It was Ellie. Chuck sighed. Another day, another lie.
"Im with Sarah, sis. I thought I'd told you." he said, faking a surprised tone.
"Oh, silly me. I must have forgotten." Ellie said, in a relieved tone.
Chuck laughed. " No problem, but Im probably gonna stay here with her for a week or so, okay? I havent been able to spend too much time with her in the past few weeks, y'know"
"Im so glad to hear that you both are going strong, Chuck!, but keep popping in here too, okay?"
"Okay, sis" Chuck quickly hanged up the phone and ran to the doctor in near range.
"How's Sarah?" The doctor smiled, and looked at the pleasant-looking but concerned man in front of her.
"She's doing fine, Mr. Carmichael. We took out the bullets and stitched her up last night. Actually, she'll probably be awake in 15-20 minutes."
Chuck grinned at hearing this and went into Sarah's room.
He softly calls to her from her bedside. "Sarah?"
She stirs slowly. "Chuck?" Her voice is still groggy from the drugs.
"Hey, looks like you hit yourself while gardening"
Sarah smiled..
"We both owe you our lives today, probably." Then she softly asked, " Did you actually shoot them?"
Chuck gave a tight smile. "Yeah, who knew Call of Duty and SWAT games help in real life?"
Sarah sleepily nodded. "Alaska is nice."
" Ooookay... Well, you are in obvious need of rest so I'll visit you later I guess.."
He quickly jumped off the visitor's stool and bounced towards his own bed, hoping to shake off the headache invading his head.