Title: Before We Come Undone
Summary: Team Bartowski race across the world to save Chuck's life.
Rating: T (Just to be safe)
Author's Note: Okay, so I totally should be writing on Wasted…or my other C/S FF that I'm going to start posting soon titled "Who Let The Rain In," however, I HAVE to write this before Monday's episode. It will have only two chapters. One mainly in Sarah's POV and the other in mainly Chuck's POV. Please enjoy. Remember to note that this was conjured up in my mind…I do not wish for this to happen in the show.
Sarah flipped through the small folder of files in front of her. It was all of the information that they had on the Belgian. It wasn't much, but she was hoping that it was enough to help her find Chuck, considering it was her fault that he had been taken. Why did she always feel the need to interject words or sentences that she knew would hurt him? What the hell was wrong with her? It was like she wanted nothing more than to push on Chuck until he left. Maybe that was her goal, to push him until he left her. That way if they're relationship came to an end she could blame him and not herself. It had happened with Bryce too. She shoved on him, fought with him until he finally had enough. None of that mattered right now though, the only thing that mattered was finding Chuck, alive, and bringing him home.
"Keep your head in the game Walker. Shove those lady feelings in a deep dark hole…for Chuck."
Casey's gruff voice broke her from her almost trance like state of staring at the same file for any longer. She could feel a migraine creeping up to the edge of her temples. Sarah Walker was getting pissed off, and that was definitely a bad thing for anyone withholding information on Chuck's whereabouts.
"My head is in the game. I will find him Casey. If it's the last thing I do."
"Whoa Walker, take about ten steps back. Now, I know it's always safer for us, as agents, to go into a mission knowing there is a chance we might not come back out. It's just how we're programmed, for lack of a better word, to work. If you go in guns blazing, and get yourself killed, do you really think that will do Chuck any good? Think on that Walker. If what you said back at Castle is right, and that he did what he did to prove something to you, then your way more important to Bartowski than anything else, even being a spy. He'll lose it, if what he did ends in your death. Now, you keep your head in the game, and your head on straight. All of us, including Chuck, are coming out of this one alive."
Sarah shook her head in agreement, hoping Casey wouldn't see through it. If she had to die for Chuck to live, then so be it. It would be an acceptable loss, at least it would be for her. She could die a happy person if she knew that Chuck, her Chuck was safe…and alive.
"Don't worry Sarah. Chuck's got courage that I didn't even know about, but he made you a promise. He promised he'd come back to you. Chuck doesn't break those kind of promises easily. He'll do what he has to, to stay alive."
Sarah offered Morgan a small smile, and tried to make it seem as genuine as possible. She hated dragging both of them into this, knowing full and well that she could be putting their lives in just as much danger as hers was in.
After a few moments of silence, Sarah started to feel restless. A feeling that came to her far too often when she found herself without Chuck. Sighing, she lifted herself up from her seat long enough to drag the picture from her back pocket. She had taken it out of her suitcase just before they left, and shoved it securely and safely in her back pocket. She had, had a feeling that she might need it on the plane, and she had been correct. Unfolding it carefully, she smiled down at the picture of her and Chuck, as a single tear slipped down her cheek.
She let herself think back on when Chuck found the picture in her suitcase. He seemed entertained by the fact that she had a picture of them together in her suitcase. However, when she explained why the picture was in her suitcase, why it would always remain in her suitcase, he smiled genuinely at her before pulling her into him. Chuck was her home, and right now she felt homeless.
Sarah looked up at Casey. It had taken her much longer than she had wanted to defeat the man withholding information on Chuck. He lay, breathing heavily, on the ground. His face, and torso was covered in mixture of dirt and mud. She could feel the beginning of what would be a swollen eye.
"He knows something."
"Don't worry. That's why we have these." Casey shook his rifle at her, before pointing it at the man on the ground. His eyes were closed, as he groaned.
"Mine's loaded…right Casey?"
"For once…it is."
Morgan smiled, before pointing his much smaller pistol at the man whose eyes were now open, and staring at them with wide eyes.
"Now, where is Chuck?"
"Doesn't matter now, your too late. By now The Belgian has started the next phase in his plan to retrieve the intersect. I believe he calls it, Phase Three."
"You're going to take me to where they're holding him, and you're going to do it now!"
"And if I don't?"
"Let's put it this way. If anything happens to Chuck, if he's harmed in anyway, then I'll have no choice but to kill you…slowly."
"Yeah, okay fine. I still say you're too late."
"Just get up, now."
"I'm not going any further. Should be the next door on your left." He said, as he slowly started to back away from Sarah, Casey, and Morgan.
"Let's go get Chuck."
Casey grunted his approval, and Morgan just shook his head. Holding their guns in ready position, and Sarah leading the charge, they slowly made their descent on the door that had been pointed out. From just a few yards away, Sarah could hear Chuck screaming from help. He sounded like he was scared, and it sounded almost like he was crying. Her heart lurched in her chest, as she picked up speed. Surrounding the door, Casey counted to three on his fingers before shaking his head. Quickly, Sarah kicked the door open, as Casey threw in a smoke bomb. Casey started to fire on the small amount of people in the room, trying to be careful where he aimed, as Sarah ducked and ran toward the chair in the middle of the room.
"Hey. You're okay, I'm here. You're safe. I swear."
Chuck opened his eyes, and she saw how glassy they looked. She put her hand on his arm, and forced him to look at her.
"Chuck, its Sarah. Are you hurt?"
The almost dead look in his eyes when he looked at her made her angry.
"What did you do to him?" she shouted at the Belgian.
"Gave him a lobotomy. It was the only way to get that beautiful intersect to work."
"I should shoot you right here and now."
"Go ahead. Won't hurt my feelings none."
The way he stared at her made her uneasy, and then she saw one of his security guards lift his arm from his position on the ground and point his gun at Chuck. Moving quickly, she stood herself in-between Chuck and the man with the gun. The sound of a gun going off was a sound that she was used to, however the feeling of a bullet slicing through her torso was not a feeling she was used to. She cried out in pain, unable to hold it in. Falling to her knees, she held her gun securely in her hand, and pointed it at the man that had shot her, and pulled the trigger. She could feel the blood on the hand that was holding her torso, and she could feel herself growing weaker. With the remaining strength she had left, she turned her body toward Chuck. The dead look that had been in his eyes was no replaced with genuine concern, and utter fear.
"I promised you were safe…"
"Sarah."
It was the last word she heard as darkness overtook her.