Hi there!

Note 1: I'd like you guys to be gentle if there's grammar/ misspelling issues, because English's my third language :P

Note 2: This's after 2x07, apologies if I said otherwise earlier. Enjoy!


Two: Sarah

I was panting, my breath was stuck in my throat as I held up Chuck's watch to Casey. This was bad, Chuck was missing and I had no idea where he was. Casey's eyes widened in panic as he looked at chuck's watch. I looked into Casey's eyes and we were both thinking the same thing: Chuck was missing.


There hadn't been much to talk about when Casey and I ran over to his apartment across of chuck's yard. We needed to call the general and inform her about Chuck's disappearance.

But Chuck still had his phone didn't he? Because if he had his phone, I could track down his location. Maybe it wasn't too late. I didn't have much of a faith to god but still, god I hoped that Chuck was alright. I just didn't know what to do if he was held by Fulcrum. We stepped into Casey's apartment and Casey was just about to call Beckman but I grabbed his arm, preventing him from making that call.

"Casey wait."

"What?" he grunted.

"Chuck still has his phone, we can track him down. Besides, what if he's only on a road trip with Jill?"

"Walker, are you out of your mind? Or have you just forgotten that Jill's a Fulcrum agent?"

"If Chuck's been captured by Fulcrum it's even more important that we track his phone!"

"Fine." Casey said adamantly as he placed the remote control on the table. Casey walked over to his shelves and pulled out some gear.

"You track his phone and I will call Beckman." I didn't disagree and I quickly leaned over the gear. The tracking device was similar to the one in Castle but smaller, actually, the tracking device was some sort of a laptop, but its only purpose was to track GPS locations.

I filled what needed to be filled and the "laptop", call it whatever, started processing the data.

"Mayor Casey?" I heard Beckman's voice.

"General, we have a situation."

"What is it?"

"We believe that the Intersect is currently with a Fulcrum agent." The laptop had processed 37% and not wanting to waste time gazing at a screen, I joined Casey that stood in front of the TV.

"Are you telling me that Fulcrum has Chuck?"

"No, general. We're saying that Chuck's current whereabouts are unknown. All we know is that he's with his girlfriend, Jill Roberts- a Fulcrum agent. We are currently tracking his phone." I cut in to their conversation.

"How did this happen?" She demanded.

"We let him out of the sight…" I confessed reluctantly.

"I'm sending out a team to track down Chuck Bartowski." Beckman disconnected leaving Casey and me speechless.

"Maybe he just went on a road trip." I said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, or he's heading to a hotel to get laid…" Casey murmured. I wanted to punch him in that particular moment but I took a deep breath and let it go.

"I really hope that he just went rough, we need to find him, because if we don't… I'd be breaking the promise I gave him."

"Walker, I appreciate that you want to share your touchy-feelings with me, but I'm not Chuck." This was a disaster. I hoped and yet got mad at the thought of Chuck just going off like that!

A beep noise was heard and I knew that the laptop had found him, thank god. Casey and I walked over to the laptop to look at the screen.

Object off grid. This wasn't possible; the only chance to find Chuck was gone! I collapsed down in Casey's sofa.

"Walker, what are you doing?" Casey demanded.

"Casey, what if we won't find him?" I whispered. I felt so weak, this wasn't me I realized. Chuck was my weakness and I knew it. The thought of him gone, I could barely process it.

"Well, we won't find him if you'll be sitting there on your ass doing nothing!" Casey grunted.

What took them both in surprise was the phone that suddenly rang in the silent room. It was my phone! I pulled out my phone from my pocket and as I saw the caller ID I sighed in relief.

"Thank god." It came out as a whisper. I gestured at Casey to get the tracking device going, he didn't waste another second. I put the phone on speaker.

"Chuck?" he didn't answer and suddenly I heard a panting and a sound that was awfully similar to ripping open a car door. 'That's enough; I tried to be civil about this'. A deep husky voice yelled. Casey looked back at me as terrified as me, with the same bad feeling in the gut as I. There was a smash, like someone was slammed against a car's head. There was someone yelping in agony, Chuck. Then the other line went silent.

"Chuck!" there wasn't an answer, I hadn't expected him to answer, but I had hoped.

"Did you get him?" my eyes shot back at Casey who looked up from the laptop.

"Yes."

There wasn't much said after that we packed our bags with guns and hinted Beckman the possible location of Chuck. This was a longshot. Maybe Chuck wasn't even near the phone, but still- it might give us some clues.

I was truly denying it. I couldn't accept that it was true, but it was. Chuck had been captured by Fulcrum. Fulcrum knew his identity and even if we found him his life wouldn't be the same because his identity had been discovered. All I could do was to hope that we could minimize the damage.


After approximately two hours Casey and I started to approach Chuck's presumed location. Casey was driving the black SUV and the SUV was full of weapons, armor, gear… My eyes flickered as I saw a sign in the distance. An older man in his fifties was pointing his thumb up with a devilish smile. On the bottom the word Delaney stood, which didn't say me much, so instead of giving it much thought I shrugged as we passed the sign. The tracking device started beeping, indicating that Chuck's phone was just ten meters away. But as I looked at the empty, deserted road, my heart sunk.

"What's the word Walker!" Casey said , looking at the tracking device.

"Stop!" I said as the tracking device went to zero meters. Casey slammed the breaks and the car stopped making me fall forward and then slam hard against the seat.

I took off my seat belt and jumped out of the SUV unto the road. My short heels slammed against the asphalt road and I really hoped that I hadn't cracked my heel. Taking two steps forward, feeling that nothing had happened, I sighed in relief. But the relief didn't last long as I saw Chuck's phone on the ground. I ran toward the phone and picked it up and looked at the cracked screen. It displayed all my and Casey's missed calls.

On the verge of tears, I showed Casey the screen.

"Walker, don't give up. His kidnappers have only a few hours head-start. We can still find him!" Casey was overly optimistic for being Casey. Maybe he felt guilty that he had failed at his job to protect Chuck, or the Intersect…

But well, I didn't waste much time. This time I jumped behind the wheel and Casey jumped in the back of the SUV where the computers, tracing/tracking devices were.

"This's an abandoned motorway, so they must have kept going since it's one sided." I started the SUV and hit the gas pedal hard.


We drove down the abandoned highway without a clue where Fulcrum had taken Chuck. As soon as I had jumped back into the SUV we had called Beckman.

"Walker?" Beckman scolded, she wasn't in a good mood- which was expected since we had lost Chuck.

"We've found his phone. Fulcrum has Chuck. His cover's been blown." Casey said before I managed to speak up. I didn't want to even think about it- but it was true. It was the truth. I had let Chuck down, he was never going to come back again- he would never be the same. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't afford to drive off the road causing an accident, so I stroke away any potential tears and gathered myself.

"I'm going to alarm all organizations to go out and look for him. Mayor, Walker, since there aren't any leads on Chuck…"

"General, wait. Chuck was kidnapped by Jill Roberts. This means that Jill must know where Chuck is being held, if we find Jill we will find Chuck." I was surprised at the confident my voice illuminated. Beckman arched a brow.

"What are you suggesting Walker?"

"Get some teams looking for Jill."

Beckman had ordered Casey and me to look for Jill, which was the best option we had for now. While Casey tried his best to keep updated on any news he did all he could to track down Jill. I opened up a window so that the wind tangled my blonde hair.

Beneath my breath, so low that Casey couldn't hear, I whispered the following words:

"Chuck, I'm going to keep my promise. Just please, remain the same."


About ten sleepless hours later, Casey grunted as he looked at some screens back in Castle. We had given up the hope of following Chuck's kidnappers since it was impossible on the end of that highway to follow any leads. Beckman had some hours earlier gotten the permission from the president himself to get hold of some satellites that had shoot some photos of the area Chuck had been abducted. Apparently she had claimed that a top secret government property had been stolen. I didn't like when people objectified Chuck- it was like he wasn't even a real person in some people's eyes.

"What is it Casey?" I managed to ask after clearing my thoughts.

"Beckman sent some photos of the area where Chuck's abduction took place." My heart skipped a beat. Maybe there was some hope after all…

"It's not really clear photo's, but I can see that there's Jill's car and a dark SUV parked by the spot we found Chuck's phone." I walked over to the screen and saw the pictures Casey was talking about.

Indeed, there was a dark car from top view and a dark SUV.

"We've got her license plate number right?" I asked.

"Yeah, but she could still have switched plates."

"Or she hasn't had the time. I will run her license plate and look for the last reported, recorded location." Casey nodded and I hurried over to the computers to hopefully find something.


Chuck had been missing for three days and Ellie had been calling me the whole day. I was reluctant to answer because I just couldn't come up with a good lie. Three days was too much and I knew that. A lot could've happened in 72 hours. My head was a mess and I couldn't help but stare at that stupid screen in front of me down in Castle. I had run down a search for Jill's license plate and the tracking took a lot of time, too much time, I should add. It took more time than usual, which did no good for the bad feeling in my guts.

After a while Beckman appeared on the screen.

"Mayor Casey, agent Walker, it's been three days and yet, none of what known, government secrets have been compromised."

"What does this mean?" Casey said. Hopefully Fulcrum hadn't done any harm to Chuck yet. Maybe Chuck was still transported… but that still wasn't any good.

"It means that we need to get even more teams searching. Walker, have you found out where Jill's hiding?"

"No general, the system is still running." I gazed at the other screen confirming that the computer was tracking Jill.

"Keep searching, I want the Intersect in our custody."

"You mean in a bunker?" I couldn't help but say, why did the government have to objectify Chuck all the time? He was still a human being, he had human rights.

"It's for his best." She ended the call and I was left staring at the dark screen.

Don't you care about Chuck?! I wanted to scream back, but I bit my tongue, knowing it would do no good.

I walked back to the computer and sunk down in one of those uncomfortable black chairs, resting my head against my palm.

"You know, staring at a screen all day won't get Chuck back." Casey said behind me. I spun around in the chair hopeless.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" I said.

"Get it together Walker; you're nearly as bad as that nerd who sits ten hours straight playing videogames with his moron-friend." Did Casey just try to cheer me up? Wow, I must look like a mess.

"I just can't believe that I let him out of my sight." I sighed and stood up from the chair.

"You're not the only who failed your job, Walker." Like that was going to make me feel better…

"You look like a mess, why don't you go and grab a coffee? I will watch the surveillance." I swallowed and thought about it for a second. I needed to stay in shape if we were going to save Chuck.

"Fine", I faked a smile and walked toward the stairs.

"But if you…"

"…see anything I will call you." Casey finished taking my place by the computer.

I hated this, I wasn't used to being helpless. All I could think about was to save Chuck, but I couldn't because there were no leads.


On my way out to escape Castle, I realized that Ellie must be sick-worried. It was just a matter of time before she called the cops. I fished out my phone out of my pocket and looked at the twenty missed calls from Ellie.

Ellie had to be dealt with, soon. But I really hoped that I didn't have to because Chuck's abduction by Fulcrum would be even more real. And if we couldn't find Chuck… I would have to tell Ellie that he died, and I could never bring myself to do that.

I just hoped for a miracle, and that miracle was to save Chuck.