Chapter 4

Sarah couldn't breathe, it felt like the darkness was twisting the oxygen out of her lungs. She missed the daylight, she had no idea what time it was, though she was pretty certain that it was night time. Her hair was matted, her clothes smelt horrible, it smelt like a mixture of sweat and fear. Sarah had dried blood on her face and several red, angry scratches up her arms.

The only sources of light she had was the tiny barred window several feet up from her and the little window on the door of her cell. She was cold, she was hungry and she didn't think that she could pee again in the smelly, overused toilet in the corner. Her name wasn't even Sarah Walker anymore, she was referred to as prisoner 165.

Her identity would soon be gone too, she had refused to wear the orange prison uniform. It sat in the corner, waiting to be worn, she would rather wear her own smelly clothes than become a prisoner of these cells. She wouldn't give in, she knew she hadn't done anything wrong. Why was she being treated like she had committed a crime, since when was loving someone a criminal offence?

The night she left Chuck was the worst of her life, Casey bundled her into some SUV van and took her to the airport, the plane they took was strangely empty. Whenever she would get up, he would follow as if he was afraid that she'd go to the toilet, hack open the wall and skydive her way out of there. Ridiculous.

When they had arrived in California, they took a train to Burbank, he led her into Castle, his pointy fingers like a gun against her soft flesh. Casey stood before the monitor, while Sarah sat down, huffing and puffing and slightly run down with jet lag. Along with that her stomach was doing summersaults and twisting uncomfortably and her heart was aching from being away from Chuck.

Even though she was away from him, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Was he okay? Was he awake yet? Did he ask for her? Would he ever wake up? Would she ever see him again? These questions spiralled around her dazed head, she couldn't get them out, not that she wanted to. If she stopped thinking she would be giving in to the CIA, they would have won.

Sarah refused to let herself cry in front of Casey, only when she was in her own privacy would she let the dams burst.

General's face popped up on the screen, her eyebrows had drooped several millimetres and her mouth was more frowney than usual.

"Walker." She growled, she sounded furious.

"General I-"

"Save it." General interrupted. "How could you be so reckless? You ran away with America's most valuable asset! Not considering the fate of your country without Chuck, you ran away with him! Like some lovesick teenager! Falling in love isn't a crime when your not a spy, but when you are a spy it causes problems, big ones! You have committed treason Sarah Walker, and I cannot let that go unpunished."

Sarah felt tears pricking in her eyes, General was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Why did she have to be such an emotionless robot? Not so long ago Sarah was like a mini version of Beckman, but Chuck had changed that.

"Please General, let me explain, please."

"No explanation needed, I'm sentencing you to a minimum of five years in the CIA holding cell prison. You are officially suspended from your duties, Casey please escort Miss. Walker off the premises. A car is waiting for you. And then report back to Langley, Colonel Casey, thank you."

Her face disappeared off of the screen and Casey gripped her by the wrist and led her out.

"Casey, why are you doing this?" She cried.

He didn't answer, he grabbed her hands and roughly pulled them behind her back and slipped handcuffs on her wrists. He pushed her from behind out into the Buy More parking lot, luckily it was night so no one could see. He pushed her into a dark car and slammed the door in her face.

Now she was here, she had all the time in the world to sob her heart out and she did. She thought about nothing else but Chuck. She wanted him, she wanted to get out and she wanted to be with him.

They served her porridge in the morning, they gave her some sloppy sort of soup for dinner and some vegetable soup for supper. Sarah would be woken before breakfast and was made to do chores, other than an hour outside the cell everyday, and mealtimes, she was left to her own devices and it sucked.

She prayed Chuck would come through for her this time, she really did.

Chuck

He was trawling through the computer, trying to think of the access password that Casey had put on there. Chuck needed to get on there, he thought that if he had access to Sarah's profile then it might have been updated and it might say where they were holding her.

He couldn't guess the password, he thought about Casey and the names that he had called him. He tried every one of Casey's favourite words he typed in 'imbecile', 'geek',' nerd', he even tried Elsa's name. Casey's former lover, he tried Carina's name. But no such luck.

Moron? That could work, he typed it in and it worked! He squealed girlishly in delight and looked through it, he already knew most things about her so he didn't look at the rest. Chuck wouldn't exploit her. Suddenly he found it, CIA Holding Cell, stationed in Florida. He copied down the address and ran out of Castle, the gun rattling as he ran.

But, he couldn't do this on his own, he needed, gulp, Morgan.

Morgan and Awesome had flown back a few days earlier, leaving Ellie alone with Chuck, she was still in the UK.

He stepped inside the Buy More and ducked behind the shelves, trying not to be seen, especially not by Jeff or Lester. He found Morgan sitting on top of a washing machine, he was eating a hot dog and his legs were swinging backwards and forwards.

"Hey." Chuck said quietly.

Morgan jumped a mile, causing him to drop his tasty snack. "Chuck? Buddy!" He shouted, jumping on Chuck and wrapping is legs around him. Then he noticed Chuck's cast and the bruises on his face and scratches on his good arm and he jumped down.

"Sorry!" He squeaked. "Your home?"

"I'll explain later, we need to talk Morg, come on, come in the break room." Chuck said hurriedly, he didn't have much time.

"Ok." He said, racing towards the break room and telling everyone to get out and that their break was over, being the assistant manager came in handy for once.

Chuck sat opposite Morgan, taking deep breaths in and out.

"Morgan, what I'm about to tell you, you can't tell anyone. Got it?"

"Got it." Morgan said worriedly. "So.. What's up?"

"You know I've been away, well I lied to you about where I went." Chuck started.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm not who you think I am Morgan." He took another breath and exhaled. "I'm a spy."

"A spy?" Morgan whispered. "Oh yeah, good joke." He started to laugh.

"Morgan." Chuck sighed. "I'm not lying. Listen to everything I'm about to tell you, okay? It all started with Bryce Larkin…" And he went on to tell Morgan everything, from the intersect to Sarah.

Morgan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down in his throat and he listened, his eyes getting wider with Chuck's every sentence. When Chuck had finished and had got Morgan up to date, he sighed contentedly with relief.

"One thing though Chuck." Morgan said quietly. "Prove this 'intersect' thing your going on about."

"Okay." Chuck said, getting to his feet. "Punch me."

"Punch you? I'm not going to do that!" Morgan said, backing away.

"Go on, you won't get to punch be, believe me." Chuck said, hoping the intersect would actually come through for him this time.

"Fine." Morgan sighed, he stood half a metre away from Chuck, he raised his fist, took a breath and threw it towards Chuck's face. Chuck flashed. He stopped Morgan's fist with the palm of his hand, threw it backwards, causing Morgan to fall over. Chuck did several back flips, skilfully dodging the chairs in the break room.

"Believe me now?" Chuck said, panting.

"Wow!" Morgan exclaimed. "Yes! Oh my God, all this time you've been a SPY?"

"Yes." Chuck said simply.

"Why did you decide to tell me now, ninja boy?" Morgan smirked, buzzing with excitement.

"Because. I need your help, Sarah was captured by Casey when we ran away together and I need to find her and get her out."

"You and Sarah are for real? And you need my help? This is all too much to take in!" Morgan stuttered. Five seconds later he opened his mouth and said "sure."

"We just need Awesome." Chuck smiled nervously.

"He knows too?"

"Yes."

"Damn."

Sarah

If she had one more bowl of porridge she was going to be sick. All her days consisted of now was eating (barely), sleeping and staring into space. Now she was sitting on the cold, stone floor, hugging her knees and resting her chin on her bony arms. Sarah thought about Chuck day and night. She wondered if he was awake yet, had they taken him away too? Was he only a few cells away from her? Or in one like her own?

She couldn't bare to think of Chuck locked in a room somewhere, he would slowly loose his sanity. How could he stay in there all day talking to no one? It was okay for Sarah, she didn't talk much anyway. But Chuck. Sweet Chuck. Had to talk to somebody, he always put everyone else before himself, how could he cope with just caring for himself?

Slowly her thoughts went around in circles, Chuck, her wellbeing, her freedom and her breakfast.

Her mind kept thinking back to the happier days.

He kissed the soft skin on the back of her neck, sending magical shivers up her spine. Sarah span around and kissed Chuck full on the lips, running her fingers through his curly hair, she loved the feeling of his arms pressed tightly on her back.

Just another day in the hotel room, the sun was shining through the thin curtains, creating a soothing light and warmth in the room. The light bouncing off of the flower vase and making the cutlery shine on the draining board. They weren't the only ones who were shining. Chuck and Sarah were positively bursting with happiness.

They were sprawled out in bed, his arm protectively around her shoulders and her head nestled on his stomach. Sarah couldn't remember a time when she had been this happy, she was on an all around high. She never wanted this feeling to go away.

But it had. She wanted to scream and cry and she felt so angry, not just with the government but with Casey. He'd been her partner for almost three years, they had stood side by side, doing good for America and protecting Chuck. And now he had betrayed her, passed her off like a piece of meat. Sarah knew deep down that this was just Casey, he had no emotional ties, he had worked for the NSA for a long time. His work came first, and it did for Sarah too - for a while.

It's not something she would say out loud but she wanted to hold Chuck in her arms right now and never let go. She wanted to feel his heart pounding against hers, she wanted to feel the warmth of his body. She wanted to see his face or even hear his voice, she'd settle for any of these.

Sarah prayed for a miracle.

Chuck.

Chuck knocked on Ellie's door and Devon answered, he was a little shocked to see Chuck and Morgan standing before him, he sensed something was wrong already. He was confused to see Chuck back so soon, he thought Chuck was in the UK with Ellie?

"What's up dudes?" Awesome asked shakily.

"Can we come in Awesome? " Chuck asked.

"Yeah, come in." He let the door bang open and Chuck and his rather excited companion came bustling in and the collapsed on the sofa.

"Awesome I'm just going to cut straight to the point, alright?" Chuck said boldly, pushing out his chest.

"Alright Chuckster." Awesome said, sitting on the arm of the couch.

"You know I'm a spy and everything? Well Sarah and I ran away together and the Government found her when I had my accident, and that's when you came to the UK. I need your help to get Sarah out. You need to know she hasn't done anything wrong." Chuck said quickly.

"Okay, for Sarah." Awesome said.

"What?" I thought you didn't want to be anything to do with a spy?" Chuck stuttered.

"This is the love of your life your talking about, of course I will, now lets go save Sarah."

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