A/N: Alright, so I'm back with this story! I had an interesting idea for a continuation to this story, spurred on by reviewers (thanks to all who reviewed!) who wanted to see Chuck and Sarah reunited. I thought of a very dramatic, much longer way of getting to that reunion. I'm still sort of working out how this will all play out, so bear with me.

Again, none of these characters belong to me. The song in this chapter is "I'd Come For You" by Nickelback. I don't own that either.

I hope you enjoy it.

Just one more moment
That's all that's needed
Like wounded soldiers
In need of healing
Time to be honest
This time I'm pleading
Please don't dwell on it
Cause I didn't mean it

I can't believe I said
I'd lay my love on the ground
But it doesn't matter
Cause I made it up
Forgive me now
Everyday I spent away
My soul's inside out
Gotta be someway
That I can make it up
To you now

Some how

Chuck closed his eyes and leaned his head against the cool glass of the car window. It felt like they'd been on the road for an eternity. The SUV climbed a dark two-lane road heading up through the hills and leading away from the city. Casey had not given Chuck all the details of the process of his relocation. He only knew that they would be crossing into another state before catching the plane to Chuck's new home. He would presumably have a new identity by the time the plane touched down.

He wondered how Ellie was handling his disappearance. She would be worried beyond reason at this point. After figuring out that Morgan had no idea where he was either, Chuck was sure she would have contacted every law enforcement agency that she could. He could picture Ellie yelling at an officer over the phone after hearing that they couldn't officially declare anyone missing for 48 hours. Devon would wrap an arm around her and try to calm her down.

It wasn't right. After all he and Ellie had gone through as kids, he couldn't bear to think about how much it would hurt her to learn he was dead.

Chuck wondered what Sarah was doing at this moment. Was she crying? Had she already been relocated somewhere far away? He let out a shaky breath. Was she as devastated as he was?

He had to get his thoughts somewhere else. It wasn't easy to do, considering he had nothing to look forward to. He didn't know where he was going or what was in store for him when he got there. He just couldn't imagine life being any good without the people he loved.

He opened his eyes and glared out into the blackness. In the distance he could faintly see the lights of the city. He seriously considered yanking the door open and leaping from the speeding car. He didn't even care if he broke every bone in his body. He would find a way to get back to his loved ones.

He glanced at the driver, to make sure he couldn't be seen, and then cautiously tried the handle.

It was locked.

Damn.

"Sir?" Chuck jumped at the sound of the driver's voice.

"I wasn't- I was just trying to-"

"Do you have your seatbelt on?" the driver ignored Chuck's worthless attempt at an explanation. Chuck cleared his throat.

"What?" Why did that matter?

"Do you have your seatbelt on?" he repeated himself. Chuck noticed a slight edge to his voice.

He was worried.

Chuck was growing more confused with each word from the driver's mouth.

"Do I- yeah, yeah I do. Why?"

"Sir, I think it would be best if you assumed the crash position." Chuck almost laughed out loud. 'Assume the crash position'? People really said that? He chuckled.

"Why would I-" The driver swerved suddenly and Chuck finally noticed the other car.

The one without headlights.

The one that was in their lane.

The other vehicle mimicked the SUV's movements and swerved to stay even with the SUV.

Something about this was very wrong.

The road wasn't wide enough. They had no where to go and the space between the two vehicles was closing rapidly. Chuck was frozen in his seat.

"Sir, please assume the crash position." The driver's voice was frantic now. They had two options here: swerve to miss the other vehicle and go down the side of the mountain.

Or hit the vehicle head on.

Both ultimately had the same outcome.

A painful death.

The other vehicle suddenly switched on its high beams and both the driver and Chuck attempted to shield their eyes.

The world around him exploded in a shower of steel and sparks as the vehicles impacted. Chuck was painfully flung against his seatbelt before his head whipped around and connected with the window. Spider -web cracks raced across the bullet proof glass.

It felt like it was a full ten minutes before the silence returned, but the ringing in his ears just intensified. He stared dazedly out the smashed windshield as another SUV squealed to a stop behind the other vehicle. It looked like twenty men poured out of the vehicle, but he was sure that was just a side effect of his head's painful meeting with the window. He lost track of them as they came towards the SUV. Chuck lifted his head ever so slightly to look at the driver.

He immediately wished he hadn't.

The driver was smashed between the steering wheel and the seat. Even from the backseat, Chuck could tell he wasn't breathing.

Chuck carefully leaned his head back against the headrest and tried to stop the world from tilting. He closed his eyes to fight off the nausea. He knew he needed to get out of the car. Whoever had crashed into them was obviously not going to be calling the police. This had been intentional and Chuck had to get away. He cursed Casey for taking his cell phone.

Suddenly Chuck's door was wrenched off its mangled hinges. He opened his eyes and looked at the person in the doorway without moving his head. The man handed what looked like a crowbar to someone out of Chuck's line of vision. He then held out a hand and a flashlight was slapped into his palm. The man clicked it on and shined it in Chuck's face. Chuck winced and attempted to turn his head away from the offending light source, sending shockwaves of pain through his head. He feared for a moment that he would vomit. The man clicked off the light and shoved a piece of paper back into his pocket.

Chuck watched him grin wickedly.

"We got him gentlemen," he turned his head slightly to tell his cohorts. He turned back to Chuck and leaned closer. "Mr. Bartowski, I must say, I'm very happy to see you." While Chuck had been avoiding the light, another object had been pressed into the man's hand. He leveled it at Chuck. "Sorry about this," he grinned at Chuck. The man pulled the trigger.

That's not a very good way to show that you're sorry, Chuck thought to himself as the tranquillizer sticking out of his chest lulled him into unconsciousness.

By now you know that
I'd come for you
No one but you
Yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
I'd fight for you
I'd lie it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you

Seeing Ellie sob and cling to her husband at the news of her baby brother's death had nearly broken Sarah. She couldn't believe what they were putting this poor woman through. Devon had had tears in his eyes. Morgan had nearly passed out from shock.

Ellie had called Sarah, asking if she'd seen him. A small part of Sarah's soul died when she had to tell Ellie no, she hadn't seen him since that afternoon at lunch. Playing the part of the stricken girlfriend, Sarah informed Ellie she was coming over after Ellie revealed that no one had seen him since that afternoon.

The police had arrived minutes before Sarah. She cried real tears as the officers informed Ellie, Devon, Morgan and herself that a burnout car had been found in the hills. It was Chuck's Nerd Herder. From what they could tell, the fuel line had been faulty. It was a tragic accident. No one could have seen it coming.

The foursome was still sitting in silence, spread about the living room. There was a knock on the door. No one moved. Sarah was closest to the door and got up to answer it.

A grim faced John Casey stood there staring back at her. He glanced around her at the grief stricken group behind her. He grabbed her arm and silently pulled her out into the courtyard. She stumbled a step but managed to pull the door shut behind her.

"Casey what-" he waved a hand, motioning for her to be quiet, and continued dragging her across the courtyard to his apartment. He swung the door open and shoved her inside before shutting and locking the door behind him. "What are you doing? I need to-" she turned to face him, throwing her hands up in frustration. The look on his face stopped her. He actually looked pale. "What is it Casey?" she was panicked now. "What's going on?" He ran a hand down his face and let out an exhausted sigh.

"The agent that was driving Chuck was supposed to be doing hourly check-ins over the secure line," he paused as though trying to figure the best way to break this to her, "He missed the last one. The SUV's tracking device shows the vehicle in the same spot for the last hour and a half." Sarah looked confused.

"How can that be? Why would he stop?" she thought for a moment. "Maybe they got a flat tire," she offered hopefully. Casey's face looked grim and he shook his head.

"He's gone Walker." Sarah let out a sharp breath.

"What do you mean 'he's gone'? He can't be 'gone' Casey!" Casey simply shook his head once more.

"When the GPS showed that the SUV had stopped moving, another vehicle was sent to find them," he stared at the ground. "When they got there…There had been a crash."

Sarah's heart stopped beating and she swayed on her feet, gripping the table in the entry way for support. Casey took half a step forward and gripped her arm.

"Walker-"

"What were they thinking?" she whispered. Confusion flashed across Casey's face. "We've utterly ruined this man's life. Now he's in the hands of the enemy-"

"Walker-" Casey sounded exasperated, but Sarah continued to talk over him, her eyes distant and unfocused.

"They'll torture him, and when he gives in…" she dragged in a breath and stared at the monitor in the living room. "What did the general say?" It took Casey half a second longer to respond; completely caught off guard by this emotional rollercoaster Sarah seemed to have forced him to join her on.

"I- she- Well," he took a deep breath and moved toward the couch, arms crossed over his chest. Sarah watched him, still holding herself up by the small table.

"What? What's the status on the search Casey? What are they doing to find Chuck?" her tone was accusatory.

"They're doing everything they can but-" Sarah's eyes hardened, threatening him to finish his statement. Casey plowed on, "There's nothing, Walker, nothing. He's nowhere. The driver died on impact, it's a virtually unused highway, and there's no trace that anyone was even there. The vehicle that impacted with the SUV, even that's gone." Sarah let go of the table and put her hands on her hips, incredulous.

"Who would take the other vehicle? That seems like a huge task. They must have known another car would be on its way…" she was momentarily sidetracked from her emotions by this incredible feat. "Who could pull something like that off? They must have needed a tow truck…I mean-"

"Walker, we've got people on it, but it just…" he trailed off, not sure how to break this to her. "There's nothing to go on. Unless whoever took Chuck makes a demand…"

"We've got nothing," she finished the horrible sentence for him. She stared down at her hands. Casey rolled his head, stretching his neck. He looked at the clock. It was nearing two in the morning. He sighed.

"Where do you want to start?" Sarah lifted her head and stared at Casey, gauging his tone. He held eye contact. "It is a matter of national security, you know."

A small smile appeared on Sarah's lips in response.

I was blindfolded
But now I'm seeing
My mind was closing
Now I'm believing
I finally know just
What it means
To let some one in
To see the side of me
That no one does
Or ever will
So if you're ever lost and
Find yourself all alone
I'd search forever
Just to bring you home
Here and now

This I vow

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