A/N: I don't own Chuck nor make any $ from it

"Agent Walker has Agent Bartowski flashed on something," the two dimensional face of General Beckman said through John Casey's television.

"No General he didn't, but we have a situation that we need to discus in regards to Chuck's health," Sarah replied.

"For the better part of the last 2 months Chuck has been getting severe headaches and nosebleeds. The headaches have been getting progressively worse to the point of almost incapacitating him. They seem to have been triggered by his flashes at first, but now they are more frequent," Sarah continued.

"I see and what about the nosebleeds," Beckman countered.

"Well Ma'am they seem to have gotten less frequent," Sarah replied.

"Major Casey your assessment please," the General said as she looked at the ramrod figure of John Casey standing next to Sarah.

"Well Ma'am I would concur with Agent Walker's assessment of the situation. Although I don't have the same level of access to Agent Bartowski as she does, when I have seen him flash, he does display those behaviors," he smirked while looking at Sarah.

Sarah rolled her eyes at the comment.

"The electronic biosensors that Bartowski was fitted with last month have shown a increase lactic acid which suggests that less oxygen is getting into his blood, particularly around the time of the flashes. I have sent these findings to medical and they have confirmed with their remote monitoring. However they have said this is inconclusive," Casey said.

The general looked pensive as she thoughtfully scratched her chin. She knew about the lactic acid build up and she knew that her agents would find out everything she knew eventually, but she wanted to hold out on telling them a little longer.

"Major in your professional opinion have these headaches affected Agent Bartowski's operational competence," Beckman said.

"As of yet No Ma'am. Agent Bartowski has always been able to operate during missions. That being said I would suggest that we have him checked out before our next field operation. I do believe that he needs a medical evaluation," Casey said as he shifted his eyes to Sarah.

He could see the veins on the side of Sarah's neck start to bulge and he knew that she was annoyed that Beckman had asked him first and not her. Beckman was as "by the book " as it gets and Sarah's emotional attachment to Chuck could invalidate her assessment of Chuck's competence right now.

"Agent Walker do you agree with the Majors assessment," Beckman asked Sarah.

"I do. Chuck is responding worse to the flashes then ever before and his headaches are more frequent. We don't know when he will flash, and as the headaches are getting progressively worse keeping him in the field is too dangerous," Sarah replied.

That damn light!

Chuck thought to himself as he angrily rolled on the bed. He wanted to turn it off, but as soon as he opened his eyes to get up the effect of the light made his headache feel 5 times worse.

He felt the flash begin to materialize, but unlike a typical flash, this one seemed to govern his mind and control his thoughts. The flash completely took control over his mind to such an extent that he was consciously unaware of what was happening. He thought about his pain and what was the source of it and a picture of the lamp materialized in his mind, it looked like his normal lamp with one exception. He could actually see a thin line of little brightly lit particles flowing through the lamp and radiating off the bulb.

He focused in on the stream and suddenly the stream was moving so fast that he no longer saw the individual particles, but just a solid line moving through the lamp. He could see now that the brightly lit particles that were radiating off the bulb before, were now pulsating off with such force that the light bulb seemed to be stretching.

Suddenly there was a loud crack, which fried every electrical device in his bedroom and plunged his room into darkness. The flash released him and he became aware that the light was off.

"Thank God," he sighed, as he suddenly felt very tired and promptly fell asleep

The General looked thoughtfully at the screen for a few seconds after taking the comments of her two agents.

"Very well as you two are in agreement…" she began when she was suddenly interrupted by Chuck's biometric alarm, which sounded on Sarah's phone and Casey's computer.

"I've lost video feed….. surveillance is down," Casey yelled to an already running Sarah.

"Chuck! Chuck," Sarah screamed as she burst through their front door running directly for their darkened bedroom with her gun drawn.

"Oh my God Chuck," Sarah screamed with fear she saw him in their bed and rushed up to him.

"Jesus Sarah! What," Chuck said as he was suddenly shocked out of his sleep by the screams and the feel of her body collapsing on top of his.

"Chuck! Are you OK," Sarah asked flooded with relief at hearing his voice and feeling him move beneath her.

"Sarah what's wrong? I'm ok…I'm ok…what is going on…. are you hurt," he asked her with fear and confusion in his eyes.

"Oh God Chuck! Your Biometric went off. I thought you were…I thought that…somebody got you…I..," she stammered.

"We thought you were dead Bartowski. The surveillance is down and what the hell happened to the light, there is broken glass all over here," Casey answered as he quickly called the general updating her on the situation.

"You thought I was dead," Chuck said with a smirk and more then a little confused at the recent development.

"Its not funny. I thought with your headaches and the surveillance out…maybe somebody came to get you," Sarah yelled as she burrowed her head into his chest and squeezed him like an anaconda.

Chuck softly stroked her hair and whispered into her ear assuring her that he was ok. He was just about to mention to her that she was going to cut off his airflow when he noticed Casey finish up his phone call with the general.

"Ok you two listen up. Bartowski you have medical at 0600 hrs. The evaluation will last all day and you are not to eat anything from now until testing. Agent Walker I assume that you will police that activity for Bartowski," Casey said with the slightest hint of sarcasm.

"Uh HUH" was Sarah's muffled reply as she kept her iron lock on Chuck.

"Very well then. See you kids bright and early," Casey said as he left their room and closed the front door of the apartment behind him.

Chuck could feel Sarah's grip begin to subside after a few more minutes, and he felt her breathing become more relaxed. After a few more minutes he though she was asleep and slowly tried to maneuver himself out from under her.

"What do you think you are doing," she asked while keeping her head securely on his chest and her eyes closed.

"Oh Sarah I thought you might have fallen asleep… I just wanted to go to the bathroom real quick," he said. He also desperately wanted to escape from her iron grasp and be able to take a full breath for a few seconds.

"Two minutes," she replied as she released him and he got up from the bed.

"Sarah is this really…"

"You now have less then 2 minutes," she replied as she looked at him with her agent eyes, which always gave him a little intimidation.

"Ok," Chuck replied as he made his way to the bathroom.

She quickly locked up the apartment and had just finished changing into one of his shirts when he got back.

"Get into bed Chuck you need your rest."

"Sarah its only 9 pm don't you think you are being a little…"

"A little what Chuck," Sarah said as she went to put her gun in the gun-safe that was built into the end table.

"Oh…nothing…um…you're right," he stammered.

"Get into bed now Chuck," she said with a bit more bite this time.

Chuck hopped into the bed and got under the covers. The room was still in darkness, but he felt her return to her previous position directly on top of him and began to feel her anaconda squeeze.

"Ah man," he said under his breath as he felt her squeeze ever increasing its force.

"What was that," she said.

"Yes Ma'am," he replied as he surrendered to his situation.

"Chuck?"

"Yeah Sarah,"

"What the hell happened to the lights?"