A/N: So here's the start to the final story in my short, sweet Chuck series. Once again I still don't own Chuck. Enjoy.
Neighbors out for their afternoon walk stopped in front of the Bartowski residence to find Sarah sobbing uncontrollably on her front porch. Next to her was a tall intimidating man who they knew as a close family friend and they watched as he tried to console her. Though they couldn't hear the conversation, they knew something bad had just happened.
Just a few moments before she was preparing some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for her little kids when Sarah was surprised to hear a car come up the driveway so early in the day. She knew that Chuck and Casey had gone out on a mission the night before but didn't expect him to be home until later in the evening.
As she opened the door, Sarah was greeted not by her husband Chuck but by Casey. She looked him over and saw dirt and ash smeared all over his clothes; cuts and bruises covering his face and the exposed parts of his arms. Sarah looked behind him and didn't see Chuck; it was at that moment that she knew something had happened.
"I'm so sorry Sarah" confessed Casey. He watched as the woman that he always viewed as strong-willed slumped to the ground sobbing. He quickly knelt down next to her and tried to comfort her. Casey gave her a few moments because he knew that the agent in her would kick in at any moment and she would push through the pain to get to Chuck. As he watched the shaking of Sarah's body slow down, he told her "We should go; he's at Cedars Sinai."
Wiping the tears from her face Sarah replied, "Ok Casey. Let me get the kids."