"Chuck!" Sarah's scream echoed across the Buy More parking lot. She frantically reached for her gun in her waistband, only to realize she had left it at home that day. She silently berated herself believing that maybe she'd be okay without a weapon today. After all, she had just gone to bring Chuck and Casey lunch. Now she ran towards the edge of the parking lot, kicking her heels off as she went, where just moments ago, Chuck had been standing. He'd had gone to get something from his car when suddenly, a large black van pulled up next to him. A man whose size and fierce demeanor rivaled even Casey's intimidating stature jumped out and brought the butt of his gun down hard on Chuck's head. Sarah watched in panic as she ran. Her husband was being muscled into the van. She was still ten yards away when the van pulled off into the Burbank traffic. She stared after the van in shock for a moment, belatedly realizing that she needed to call it in. She fumbled with her phone for a moment, then found the number she was looking for.

"Walker, where's my lunch? Subway doesn't take that long!" Casey growled.

"Casey! Chuck…he's been…he's" Sarah stammered. She couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Walker! Walker…Sarah!" Casey yelled, barking out her first name, a rare occurrence. However, it helped her to calm down enough to talk to him.

"John, he's gone! This van pulled up and they hit him over the head an-and grabbed him!"

"Alright, get down to Castle. I'll grab Grimes and we'll track Chuck down." With that he hung up. Grabbing Morgan by the collar as he went, Casey ran to the hidden entrance to Castle in the Home Theater section.

After filling Morgan in on the way down, they arrived to find a distraught Sarah who was barely holding it together. Casey firmly, but gently maneuvered her into a chair.

"Alright Walker, tell me what happened from the start." Sarah told them all that had transpired in the parking lot, this time only slightly more coherent than she was on the phone. When she was done, the remainder of Team Bartowski was left to piece together a lead from the scant information provided. Morgan slid his chair over to the computers and began to pull up traffic camera footage.

"Sarah, I know this is hard, but do you remember anything about the car? License plate? Make? Model? Color?" Morgan was trying to be of some use in finding his best friend. He may not be a bad ass agent, but his computer skills could help.

"I…uh, it was black, big, just a generic panel van. Tinted windows I think. Yeah, and blank plates." Sarah scrunched up her face trying to remember every last detail about the van. Morgan quickly found the van in a few-minute old video, but it was lost to him just as quickly as it entered the highway and left sight of the cameras. Sarah deflated a little when the van carrying her endangered and probably concussed husband. Intersect or not, Chuck was still vulnerable. Still, she refused to become the spy she was when he was taken by the Belgian. This time she would stick with Casey and Morgan and they would find him. She held on to hope that they wouldn't kill him. They had taken him alive instead of shooting him where he stood so that was a good sign. She sighed. Casey had already notified Beckmann and she had every spy in Los Angeles looking for him. They would find him and everything would be okay.

Two weeks later, they still had nothing. The familiar feeling of hopelessness was settling in her stomach. Unlike before, they had no idea who had Chuck. Her only hope was that the intersect would prevail and he would escape.