Sarah was shocked. He thought she was dead? Sarah took his face in her hands once again while Casey restrained his flailing limbs.

"Chuck. Listen to me. I'm here. I'm not dead. You're safe." Chuck stilled.

"She's gone...Sarah's dead. I couldn't protect her." he replied flatly.

"No! Chuck I'm here! I'm real! Whatever they told you, whatever you think happened to me is not real! Please, Chuck!" Sarah pleaded.

"'Msorry" Chuck replied as his eyes slid shut and he passed out once again. Tears flowed freely down Sarah's face. Casey just looked stunned. Realizing that they had to act quickly if Chuck was going to survive, he pressed his finger to the headset and spoke to Morgan.

"Grimes, in ten seconds, kill the lights. We got Chuck and we're coming out." He and Sarah quickly pulled on their night vision goggles and Casey unfolded the portable stretcher they brought with them. Once Chuck was loaded and the lights were out, they quickly made their way back out the way they came. Morgan was waiting with the van ready to go and they loaded chuck into the back. Casey called in the agents they had surrounding the warehouse to conduct their raid now that Chuck was relatively safe. Sarah pulled Chucks too-light body onto her lap and carded her fingers through his blood matted curls. Morgan drove them towards the helicopter that would fly them to a CIA hospital. He glanced back every few seconds, shocked by his best friend's appearance.

They arrived in record time. The helicopter ride was uneventful and soon Chuck was being wheeled away from them to receive much needed medical attention. Once he was gone, Sarah couldn't herself. She collapsed in the hard waiting room chair and sobbed into Casey's shoulder, which had suddenly appeared the moment she needed it. Morgan sat across from her.

"Guys, what the hell happened in there?" he asked. He was desperate for any scrap of information on Chuck's condition. Sarah explained what had happened in the warehouse haltingly as she sputtered out the story through her sobs. Casey helped her when needed. Morgan nodded when it was over, still scarcely believing all that had happened to his childhood friend.

"God…I better call Ellie. I promised I'd let her know as soon as we had anything. Beckmann said she'd fly them out here if we did find him." With that, he left. Casey went to touch base with the team that raided the warehouse and Sarah changed into a pair of scrubs a kindly nurse had offered since her own clothes were covered in blood. Five hours later saw them all back in the waiting room in clean clothes and with a cup of bad coffee in their hands. Ellie and Devon were on their way. Still, there was no news on Chuck. As they waited, Morgan jiggled his foot nervously, Casey sat unmoving in the uncomfortable chair, and Sarah rubbed the gold ring that adorned her finger. Just when she thought she couldn't stand to wait any longer, she heard a doctor call out "Who's here for Chuck Bartowski?" and her heart leapt in anticipation and fear.