Author's Note: I don't own Chuck and no copyright infringement in intended.

Please note that I am changing the content to mature from this chapter onwards.

Date: 09/10/2012

Time: 00:00

"You're going to talk Mr. Carmichael," said agent Walker, "that much we both know."

Sarah looked up at her captive, bound to the wall with a metal chain. Chuck looked back down at her, no expression on his face, and said nothing in response.

"All you have to do is answer my questions with honesty and you can escape a considerable amount of pain."

Chuck still said nothing.

"Where is the intersect?" demanded Sarah.

"What makes you think that I know where it is?"

Sarah sighed dramatically – it was all part of her reluctant interrogator act – and pretended to ponder for a moment over which weapon to use. She settled on a small silver knife.

"That was the wrong answer, Mr. Carmichael," agent Walker replied hotly. She closed the gap between them in a single stride and pressed the knife up against Chuck's neck. "Where is the intersect?"

"I don't know."

"Listen to me," Sarah tried to explain, "I really don't want to have to torture you, but you have to understand that I will use everything in my skill-set to get the information out of you. Let's try it again: where is the intersect?"

"I don't know."

Sarah pulled back, shaking her head slightly, and turned to walk away. Suddenly she spun round and slammed the knife into the palm of Chuck's left hand. Chuck's eyes widened and he grunted but gave no other indication that he was in pain. For a moment, Sarah seemed horrified at what she had done but the look of pain in her eyes disappeared after barely a second. She quickly turned away and moved to the other end of the shipping container. She paced for about a minute.

"Sarah, you don't have to do this," Chuck spoke.

"Don't!" snarled Sarah, snapping out of her introspective stance, "just don't."

"Chuck opened his mouth but didn't say anything, as Sarah strode over to Chuck and pulled the knife out of his hand. He gasped as the blade slid out of his palm.

"Where is the intersect?" demanded Sarah.

"I don't know," insisted Chuck.

Sarah plunged the knife into Chuck's other hand.

"Where is the intersect?" bellowed Sarah.

"I don't know!" Chuck bellowed back, his voice cracking under the pain of his wounded hands.

"I wish I knew," Chuck admitted. There was a tear rolling down his cheek and Sarah suspected that it wasn't anything to do with the pain.

"Why do you want the intersect?" asked Sarah.

Chuck gave her an incredulous look. It was so Chuck-like that Sarah found her defenses lowering.

"Chuck?"

"Why do you think?" answered Chuck, his voice barely a whisper, like he didn't dare speak out loud for fear of being heard.

Sarah stared at him with amazement for a moment but then snapped out of it.

"Oh you almost had me convince," mocked Sarah, "you are so, so close to getting the act right."

Chuck dropped eye contact and stared at the floor. The way he was strung up actually made it difficult to keep his head level. He didn't say anything.

Sarah pulled the knife out of Chuck's right hand and backed away.

"You think you can win?" asked Sarah as she studied the set of implements set up on the table. Her torture instruments weren't as impressive as some she'd seen but the array of intricately designed silver knives would get the job done. She briefly wished that she had paid more attention to John Casey when he'd been discussing torture techniques.

"What was it that you thought?" she asked as picked up her chose device. It was a long, serrated knife that was almost long enough to be a sword. She knew that its blade was very sharp.

"You thought, perhaps, that I had not suffered enough," Sarah said bitterly as she plunged the knife into Chuck's abdomen.

"That it wasn't sufficient that you killed the love of my life," she continued speaking and carried on pushing until the knife was buried in Chuck's body as far as the hilt. Chuck lost all pretense and screamed from the top of his lungs.

"So you thought that you would come back and torture me a little more," Sarah finished.

Sarah pulled the knife out of Chuck's stomach in a single swift motion, leaving a gaping wound in its place. Blood flowed out of the wound and onto the floor. Sarah staggered back, a look of shock on her face and one hand covering her mouth. She hadn't intended to do that. She, Sarah Walker the cold-blooded, emotionless killer, had killed her only lead in a fit of rage and passion. This would take some explaining.

Thanks for reading. Please review, I find it really helpful and/or encouraging.

I hope it wasn't too confusing. I plan to fill in what's happened between chapters 1, 2 and 3 in the future. If anyone does review can you please give feedback on the non linear nature of the story. Does it add suspense or is it just irritating?

Thanks.