Chuck vs Silence
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck. Wish I did, cause then we would be certain that it would be coming back for a third season.
A/N: Okay I've had this idea just swirling around for a while in my head and decided to just go for it. Hopefully it all comes together fine, but with me, who knows. Also reviews always make me update faster *wink wink*
Chapter 1
Blood slowly trickled out of the gash along the side of Sarah's head as she weaved her way in and out of the dense L.A. traffic. Her Porsche was pushed well into the triple digits in the hope that she could somehow make it in time.
She pulled off the highway and quickly found the abandoned office building that they had been at earlier that day. She pulled to a stop uncaring that she had ended up parking on the sidewalk in front of the building.
Sarah threw the door open and started off at a dead sprint for the lobby. She quickly pulled out her gun and scanned the room ensuring that no surprises would be waiting for her. She looked down at the ground and saw the remnants of glass that had been left there earlier from a chandelier and continued past.
Sarah dug into her pocket quickly finding her cell phone and checking to see if Chuck's GPS dot had moved. Fortunately it showed he was still in the building. Unfortunately for her it didn't help her know exactly where he was in the building.
Sarah thought back to earlier that day and guessed the most likely place that he would be. She started for the wide staircase that would bring her to the second level and at the top took a quick left. After twenty seconds of winding through the corridors she could hear a muffled voice coming from in front of her.
She turned another corner and encountered a heavy wooden door. She quickly tried the doorknob only to find it locked, "Damn it!" she swore to herself dropping to one knee and beginning to pick the lock. Under normal circumstances she could have easily picked the look but the seriousness of the situation caused her to fumble with the lock a few times before she finally heard the click.
Sarah reached down to the ground and picked up her sidearm careful to keep it level when she opened the door.
The door slowly creaked open giving Sarah a view of the room. The room was painted a generic white and at the far end a lone mahogany desk set next to a floor to ceiling window. On the left side there was a small tan couch where a lone bullet hole stood out in the otherwise pristine room.
As her eyes swept the room she finally came upon the object of her current situation. Sarah walked into the room her gun was steady as it aimed at the back of one man. Sarah walked further into the room and got a better look at the man who was standing. The curly brown hair was unmistakable to her, "Chuck," no response, "Chuck!" Sarah said more forcibly. Still no response from him.
Sarah continued her venture into the room and saw the reason for Chuck being here. There was a man in front of Chuck, he was dropped down onto both knees and was looking intently up at Chuck with a small smile on his face. In the moonlight Sarah got a clear look at the man's face and groaned recognizing the sleeked back blonde hair, small scar on his chin, and of course the complete absence of a middle finger on his right hand.
She kept her gun aimed at Chuck although her hands had a slight tremor in them now, "Now Chuck you don't want to do anything stupid. If you stop this right now there is no reason this can't end up with a happy ending."
This finally got a reaction out of Chuck. He let out a small pitiful laugh, "Really you think everything will be all right," the tears were evident in his wavering voice, "Well tell me how the HELL is everything going to be right, when nothing is going the way it should?"
"Chuck I understand…" Sarah started but Chuck cut her off.
"No. No you don't understand! You could never understand!" Chuck cried out. He finally turned his head around and Sarah was able to see the tears that were streaming down his face, "Ellie's dead. Don't you get it nothing can be normal again?" Chuck paused waiting for a response, "You don't know anything," Chuck stated before turning back to the other man.
Sarah shut her eyes tight willing herself not to break down right here. As soon as she opened them she saw the glint of metal in Chuck's right hand that had slowly started to rise. Sarah quickly realized that Chuck had a gun in his hand and pulled her own back up leveling it off at Chuck again, "Don't make me do this Chuck. Please don't make me shoot you, we have lost enough already," this time Sarah didn't even try to stop the tears.
Chuck opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it unable to find the words. He closed his own eyes the gun in his hand now pointing at the man's head, wobbling intensely. He finally summoned up the courage to speak, "I'm sorry Sarah."
"Chuck, NO!"
Bang
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48 Hours Earlier
"I don't think you understand Mr. Chuck. This camera was working just fine when I bought it from your store, now I come back twenty-four hours later and you tell me that there is nothing to worry about," a short balding man yelled at Chuck who sat behind the Nerd Herd desk only half listening.
"And I will tell you again sir, your camera is working fine," Chuck said a hint of exasperation in his voice that he tried to hide from the client.
"Then why in god's green earth will it not turn on?" the man said poking Chuck with a short stubby finger.
Chuck gave out a small sigh and his eyes rolled in his head. Sometimes this job was just downright degrading, "Well that might be because you are pressing the zoom in button and not the power button," he tried to keep all sarcasm out of his voice but failed miserably.
Luckily the man was sufficiently embarrassed and did not pursue the subject further, opting to walk away without another word.
Chuck slowly tuned around in his chair determined to do some real work to keep his mind from wandering. He gave a small jump when he turned only to find Jeff's face about half a foot away from his own, "What do you want now Jeff?"
Chuck made an attempt to stand up but Jeff quickly pulled him back down onto the chair and started to look around in an attempt to ensure no one was listening in. Satisfied that no one would hear them Jeff started talking, "I need your help oh great leader of the Herd."
Chuck's face scrunched up in confusion, "Okay buddy, what is it that you need help with?"
"Lester."
"Lester?"
"Yeah we are having a prank war, and I am offering you an alliance to take him down," Jeff wiggled his eyebrows at him as if that would somehow entice Chuck to join in.
"As much as I would like to Jeff I'm pretty booked and… Actually let me just give you some truth here. The last time I got involved in one of your prank wars you spiked my beer and I came too three hours later in the Herder, which just happened to be wrapped in duct tape. So you might understand why I really, and I can't emphasize enough REALLY don't want to get involved," Chuck forced a smile and stared to spin the chair back around.
"But Chuck I need you! I mean it Lester already got me bad. He got me banned from Bennigan's for the week," Jeff pleaded getting down on his knees in a mockery of a proposal.
Chuck recoiled at the thought of a somewhat sober Jeff for once, "Ouch buddy, but again can't help really busy with work related activities right now."
It was at that moment that Casey chose to come, walking with a determination that could only mean one thing, "Chuck we got a situation."
"Yeah, yeah one second Casey I got important things to do right now," Chuck stated trying to get a rise out of the NSA agent. Unfortunately it worked a little too well.
Casey just let out a growl and before Chuck knew what was happening he was being dragged by his tie, along with the chair from behind the Nerd Herd desk towards the front doors.
The chair hit a small bump in the floor and started to fall over, with Chuck in it. He barely managed to catch himself before hitting the ground, "Okay Casey you can really let go, my legs work fine."
Casey let out a rare laugh, "Really so you're telling me those pop sickles you have for legs can actually withstand your weight?"
A small flash of hurt came over Chuck's face, "I will have you know that they are not pop sickles. I would at the very least put them more in the tree branch family or something slightly stronger."
Casey grinned at Chuck and let him go, and started off to the Orange Orange at a fast pace. Chuck nearly had to jog next to him to keep up.
"So do we have a mission? Or something else, maybe a stakeout? Come on Casey give me something," Chuck probed trying to get some kind of reaction from the agent.
Right outside the door Casey quickly spun around so fast that Chuck ended up walking right into him. Casey quickly pushed him up against the wall and held him there with one hand, "Listen idiot, we finally got a mission that is guaranteed to let me have some fun. Now I swear if you do anything to screw this up I will make sure you wish that you never met me."
Chuck laughed nervously unable to be sure whether he was being serious or joking, "I think I have to make the point that I already wish I hadn't met you."
Casey just rolled his eyes and growled, mumbling to himself, "Stay calm Casey he's not worth it."
Chuck gave him a look and tried to fish for some more information, "So this mission is…" he paused trying to get Casey to fill in the blanks.
The NSA agent gave Chuck a small smile, "Now that's the good part. Lots of gun play and hopefully for me, that means not having to deal with you for a whole night. That is if you are okay with Walker babysitting you tonight," Casey said not even waiting for the answer because he already knew what it was. He let Chuck go and walked into the Orange Orange with a little hop in his step and a smile.
Chuck rubbed his shoulder where Casey had held him, "Well sounds like a great mission," he said sarcastically. He could already hear the chorus of, 'Stay in the car Chuck,' that was sure to come.
A/N: I hope you liked it. Trust me this will eventually be Charah even though it is kinda hard to see it now.