AN: Wow it feels good to finally have this posted. This story has been in the back of my mind for months and now the first chapter is up. I have no idea how long this story is going to be, I have sort of a plan in my mind for how I want it to go but at this point, nothing is really permanent. I will try my best to update regularly (which probably means every two weeks.) I love to write but I hate to revise which is why it takes so long for each chapter to be ready to post. Thank to anyone who is willing to read what I've written, it means a lot.
I do not own Chuck or any of it's characters.
The thick rope chaffed against his bare wrists as he struggled to break free. The cold metal of the chair underneath him made him want to arch his back so as not to touch it, but he kept his cover and acted as if he were sitting on the couch at home. He slouched slightly and tilted his head, his lips turned up. He was Charles Carmichael rich successful freelance spy. His smirk earned him a hard fist in the nose, which promptly began to bleed. A man stepped into the light; he had dark eyes that looked almost black. His thick hair that had probably once been raven was streaked with gray. He looked about fifty and judging from his strong jaw and high cheekbones that were still visible underneath worn skin and scars, he had once been very attractive.
"Tell me where it is agent Carmichael, or should I say Chuck Bartowski." His interrogators voice was tinged with a British accent and his features suggested the same nationality. What was strange was that his voice was not cold and detached like Chuck had been expecting, it was light and giddy, as if it belonged to a child who had been promised something sweet. Although surprised by the use of his real name, Chuck kept his facade and stared the man straight in his black eyes.
"Sorry," he said in a sarcastically nonchalant voice. "I don't know any Bartowski," He needed to keep talking until Sarah was ready. "I'm Charles Carmichael of Carmichael Industries. Fighting terrorists with technology. That's our motto, pretty good right? If you or any of your evil buddies ever need someone to thwart your plans for world domination just call us up, our standard fee is," he looked around the room and counted at least 20 men holding guns trained on him, "not important. What really matters is you, the client, at CI we really care about the level of satisfaction," there was a small door on the other side of the room it probably led to either a way out or a central server underneath the abandoned building, that was where he had to get to once he had the information they needed. "We give to each and every customer and you're no different. Just call us up and-" his next words were cut of by the butt of a gun smashing into his face.
"Shut up," the man said frowning now, although the giddy insanity still shown bright in his eyes. "We just want to know one thing, where is the Intersect?" Chuck blinked, surprised out of his cover momentarily, who the hell was this guy? How did he know about the Intersect and Chuck's relationship to it? What the hell was going on? The man noticed the effect of his words and smiled. "Yes Chuck, we know all about the Intersect, we know all about you too actually." Chuck tried to hide his nervousness as sweat dampened the back of his shirt. What was he talking about?
"I'm not really that interesting, just a computer guy really." Another punch in the face, at this rate the man would break his nose before he could get out of here.
"A computer guy, that's funny, really it is. That's just what I need you for actually. A computer problem." The man laughed as his lips curved into a sadistic smile.
"Well you let me go and I'd be happy to help, really just need to get my stuff and I can fix any malfunction or bug that's got you worried." Chuck smiled again, but the ease of it was gone. Pain coursed through his face at every word and expression he made.
"I don't think so Chuck." He said, the icy words wrapped themselves around Chuck and sent shivers down his back. "You're coming with us." Well that didn't make any sense. Chuck was already with them obviously, unless he meant they were going somewhere else, or more than one somewhere else. But why? Why not torture him right here? He must know that Chuck's backup was on the way, and that meant that Sarah and Casey were walking into a trap. He needed to get out; he had enough information for now. But before he could act, all the lights shut off and gunfire surrounded him.
There was shouting and pain filled cries. The only light came from the gun flashes. Amidst the chaos, someone came up behind him and cut the ropes that held his arms. He turned and saw long blond hair tied in a ponytail and focused, clear blue eyes. She moved to his feet and in one swift movement he was free. He pressed his lips against hers as they stood. " Are you ok?" She asked with worry making her voice tight. She handed him a tranq gun then lifted her hands to examine his broken bleeding face.
"I'm fine, thanks for coming," he said attempting a smile as they both turned toward the men still firing at where Chuck assumed Casey had been.
"Any time," She replied, relief eminent in her voice now that she knew he was ok. She ran at the swarm of armed men without so much as a second thought. Chuck stood for a second longer and felt his world flip. Images passed through his head at lightning speed. Punches, blocks, kicks, grabs, all the information he needed was now swirling around in his mind. He smiled and gave into the Intersect, then his legs started to move.
Chuck tripped the first two men that came at him. He tranqued three more before knocking one unconscious with the butt of his gun. Sarah had already taken down 6 guys with bullets before one finally managed to get close enough for her to slam her boot into his face. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of two guys running at Chuck. She shot them before turning around and disarming her own attacker who she then killed with his own gun. Casey had set to work firing down on the assailants from his perch up on one of the railings that hung over the majority of the warehouse.
Everything was fine, men were falling like stones and Sarah and Chuck were well on there way to an evening alone like they had talked about that morning, but then more figures swarmed them. Sarah was forced to duck behind cover to avoid the onslaught of bullets, but Chuck had been in the middle of the room. He tried to get behind one of the shipping boxes that littered the perimeter of the warehouse, but before he could jump toward them, the men surrounded him. He stopped and put his hands up.
"Drop your weapons," A familiar English voice commanded. Chuck had no choice; he let the gun drop from his hand and onto the floor. "Good," said the man as he walked forward towards Chuck. "Now slide it over here. And if you want him to live, agents Walker and Casey, you will do the same." Sarah frowned and swore to herself silently before standing up, laying down her gun, and putting her hands on her head. She looked at Chuck who met her eye, they were both thinking the same thing, they were out manned and out gunned, unless a miracle happened, they were dead. Casey also stood, 10 guys took they're guns off of Sarah and Chuck and pointed them at him. Before coming into the building he and Sarah had set a wide perimeter of explosives to which the detonator was now burning a whole in Casey's back pocket. If they could just get far enough away…
"Ah the lovely agent Walker, what a pleasure to see you. Or is it Bartowski now?" the man said smiling at her with narrowed eyes. Sarah's eyes widened by a fraction of an inch at the use of her name, and the knowledge this man seemed to have of her personal life.
The man gave her another smirk that "Who hasn't heard of the star crossed spies, who mange to take down more threats to the United States then the rest of the agencies combined?" He thought for a moment and Sarah and Chuck, although most of their minds were focused on formulating a plan of escape, allowed themselves to feel a bit proud. The moment was ruined when the man spoke again. "I suppose you could be helpful too. Alright men take these two alive, kill the Colonel."
"No!" Chuck yelled whipping around to see where he had last seen Casey, but sniper was already moving. He jumped back from the edge of the rail and glanced behind him. A large window was about thirty paces back, while he hated the idea of leaving his team behind, the man said he needed them alive and at the moment Casey had no better plan. He turned and sprinted toward the window. Gunfire echoed behind him but he didn't slow. He jumped the last few feet and smashed through the glass, when he landed two stories below he rolled and kept running.
"This is Casey," He spoke into the radio piece in his ear. "I need air pickup now, trace my location and get me the hell out of here." He continued to run until he heard a chopper overhead. He slowed, but not to a complete stop, when the whirling bladed machine got close enough he jumped in and they flew off. He stared back at the dark strip of land he had come from and saw again his team with guns at their backs. He growled low and menacing, the pilot shuddered.
…
Back on he ground Chuck and Sarah stood with their hands on their heads staring at the tall man in front of them. "Let's make this easy hmm?" He said smiling at the couple. "Either one of you resists or tries anything suspicious I kill the other one and make you watch, then I will kill you. Am I clear?"
"Crystal," Sarah replied coldly. She glanced at Chuck, or the back of his head since he was still turned toward the man with the gun. She swallowed and tried to get rid of the lump in her throat. This morning everything had been so perfect, and now…damn it how had this happened?
"Good," the man said then he turned and nodded at the guard beside him. The guard nodded back then raised his gun and fired it straight into Chuck's chest. Chuck whipped around fast enough to see Sarah's eyes go wide and hear her gasp, then he collapsed onto the floor as the world went black.
"Chuck!" She yelled and ran forward towards him. The guard fired again and she felt something sharp hit her neck. She stumbled and pulled the small dart out of her skin and stared at it. She fell to her knees and collapsed unconscious. The man walked forward and loomed over the two of them.
"Let's go," he ordered then turned and walked away. Before he walked out of the door he looked behind his as his men hoisted the agents onto their backs and collected their things. Both their faces looked so young and desperate when Chuck had been shot. He smiled; he was going to have fun with these two. It had been a while since he had gotten to cause pain to two people as in love as they were. And it always delivered good results.
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Morgan was having a good day. Chuck, Sarah, and Casey were away doing spy work but for once he was relieved that they had left him behind. He woke up to Alex's sleeping face pressed into his chest, her breathes even and deep. He had laid there for almost a half hour just listening to her mummer in her sleep and feeling totally and completely at home. When she finally did wake up, she mumbled something about a good morning but expressed no desire to get out of bed. Which he was perfectly happy with. After a while her hunger seemed to outweigh her desire for relaxation and they both got up, to many sighs of disappointment.
After he had mad some eggs (creating a complete mess of the kitchen as he did so) and her stomach was satisfied, they had just talked, he made her laugh with jokes about nothing in particular and her smile kept him talking. They were on the couch, her curled up beside him and both drinking coffee. After a while the mood sobered the smallest bit and there smiles left their faces, but not their hearts.
"I'm glad you're here," she said quietly almost as if she didn't want him to hear it. She was worried about her dad and Morgan knew it.
"So am I," he replied playing with a lock of her hair as she stared at the muted TV they had left playing. "He's fine, you know that right?" Morgan said looking down at her and meeting her eyes before she looked away again.
"Yeah I know," She said still just a little above a whisper. "It's just that, he barely has to go out on missions with Sarah and Chuck as backup, when he does it means it's serious. I just can't, you know, I don't want him to…" She trailed off and stared out the window. Morgan sighed and shifted so he was in front of her looking straight into her eyes.
"Come on," he said a smile forming at the corner of his lips, "Your dad's a super spy remember, and he has the Intersect and the toughest, ass-kicking agent the world has ever seen. You know, I bet they're already done with the mission and are on the plane rid home. I bet you ten bucks your dad's already threatened to kill Chuck at least three times."
Alex smiled and a glint playfulness shown in her eyes, "Raise it to twenty and your on." She said leaning closer to him, a smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she stared at Morgan, who blushed slightly. All of a sudden he was acutely aware of how sweet she smelled and the way her blue eyes made his head swirl, he closed his eyes leaned in and the door slammed open with a bang!
Both Morgan and Alex jumped and scooted away from each other, blushes staining their cheeks. Casey barged in looking wild, furious, and sleep deprived. His clothes were stained by dried blood, dirt and cuts caked is skin, a long scratch above his left eye looked like it had only recently stopped bleeding. "Dad!" Alex yelled surprised as both she and her boyfriend jumped up from the couch, something was wrong, Casey's appearance said that much.
"Alex," Casey said rushing over to her and putting a hand on her shoulder as he pulled her into a hug. He pulled away quickly and looked at her, the intense force in his eyes seemed a bit softer when aimed at his daughter but it was still very much present.
"John," Morgan said surprised out of formalities. "What the hell's going on? Where are Chuck and Sarah? What happened?" Casey looked at him and clenched his jaw as if there were a million other things he would rather do and places he would rather be then there telling Morgan what had happened to his best friend. "There gone," he said after a long moment of tense silence, "they were taken."
…
Ten minutes, two cups of coffee and a hair-raising car ride later; Morgan and Casey barged into Castle. "It was a trap," Casey told Morgan as they quickly moved down the stairs and toward the conference monitor. "As soon as Sarah and I got there more men charged in from behind and surrounded us. I had to jump through a window to escape but Bartowski and Walker weren't so lucky. They were on the ground floor while I was above, they could be anywhere now" These last words he said as he punched something into a small computer and brought Beckman up on the monitor.
"General, we have a situation," Casey reported thrusting away all the emotion that was threatening to overtake his voice.
"Colonel?" Beckman asked, caught off gaurd. "Why do you look like that? What happened?" Morgan stepped forward as Casey opened his mouth to reply.
"Casey had a misunderstanding with a window, General." Morgan said as Casey glared at him and growled. "Also, just a minor detail, Chuck and Sarah have ah sort of been captured."
Beckman's eyes widened a fraction and addressed Casey, "Is this true Colonel, do they really have the Intersect?" Casey swallowed and nodded but Morgan frowned, something else was going on here, something they weren't telling him.
"Uh General?" Morgan asked leaning in a bit. "Who are they?" Beckman frowned at that, on one hand Morgan may be the most unprofessional spy she had ever seen, but on the other hand he was her best option, she needed someone who knew that Chuck was in possession of the Intersect again and by design, there weren't many of those people.
"Colonel," Beckman said and Casey snapped to attention. "Brief Grimes, you two are heading out tonight." With that the screen cut to black and the Carmichael Industries logo took it over again. Morgan turned to look at the large man who was still staring at the monitor.
"Casey?" He asked causally, the man growled. "Uh, if you don't mind me asking, where are we going?" Casey turned and walked over to the armory and began to pull guns off the shelves.
"Russia," He growled his eyes turning cold and hateful.
"Ok great," Morgan said hot on the Colonel's heals. "Why Russia?"
Casey turned around shoved a tranq pistol in Morgan's hands then swung his bag over his shoulder. "We're going to go find the Intersect," he called behind him at Morgan who looked at the weapon in his hand for a second longer before running after his friend.
End
