Author's Notes:

I'm back again with another update. To all who are new to this story welcome and I hope you are enjoying it. Remember I try my hardest to proof read but my learning disability sometimes has me disregarding my own mistakes. I hope you guys like this chapter. It's getting close to the end of the story so I hope it will all make sense soon.


After an hour of trying to scream, the mysterious black van became quiet. Emily laid her head against the wall of the truck and closed her eyes for a moment. She could feel herself becoming tired but she couldn't fall asleep. She couldn't close her eyes if she wanted to live. She looked down at her handcuffed feet and legs and became to feel the sense to give up. She couldn't make a move as long as Bryce's men were watching her. A sudden stop had Emily almost rolling to the other side of the car. The man pulled a cloth from his back pocket and pulled it around her eyes. She squirmed as much as she could but the man was too strong to break away from his grip. Once her sight was gone, she could hear people moving around her.

"So did you enjoy yourself? Living with the all wonderful Bartowskis?" Bryce voice called out to her.

"Why do you care? Are you jealous that they are better guardians then you?" Emily said to Bryce having her blinded eyes facing away from where he was.

"Why would I need to be jealous? This isn't a competition, besides your mother always preferred me over him."

"Give me a break, the only reason why she started dating you again is because you got busy with her in the back of your Lexus. Needless to say, she was desperate. Here words not mine."

"Is that what she told you?"

"Yes, she told me everything."

"Everything really?"

"Yes! I know about her cheating on her boyfriend at Stanford and that whole romantic part. I also know that you faked your death to be wit her like three times or something."

"Twice. It was my only way to be with her."

"Then why did you kill her?" Bryce stopped and stared at Emily. His face was turning red and his eyes grew big.

"I didn't kill her." He said.

"Really? I specifically remember you coming straight toward her car and not stopping until she ran off the road."

"I can assure you, that wasn't me."

"I was in the car that night!"

"You were also half asleep and probably didn't understand what was going on."

"No Bryce, I did understand what was going on, you ran her off the road and made it look like an accident. You killed my mother. Don't say you didn't cause your back up story isn't adding up."

The car abruptly stopped. She could feel some strong men's arms grabbing her and lifting her out of the car. They grabbed her legs and arms as they lead her out of the car and somewhere new. They carried her for a few minutes until they finally put her down on a soft surface. With her being blindfolded and tied up it was hard to know exactly where she was. They grabbed the back of her head and she was once again able to see. She opened her eyes and found herself in a large patted room with only a small window.

"Where am I?" Emily asked looking around.

"Your cell."

"This doesn't look like the CIA cells that you showed me during training."

"Well all the cells were taken and we had to improvise. Sorry it's not good enough for you. Maybe I could make reservations at the Four Seasons." Bryce said as he headed for the door.

"Bryce stop!" He turned around to face Emily, "I need answers."

"What? Is that going to make you sleep at night or something?"

"Um, no but I do want to know what are they going to do with me?" Emily asked.

"What you didn't do before." Bryce walked out the cell and closed the door.


"Are you sure we should do this?" Sarah asked.

"It's better than nothing," Casey said walking through the doors of the Buy More. "Chuck? Where's Bartowski?"

"He is still a little out of it from the tranquilizer gun." His mother had his arm wrapped around her shoulder for him to lean on.

"He is the only one who has the key." Sarah said.

"I do?" Chuck looked in all his pockets and found a ring of keys in his pocket. He grabbed one key at a time before opening the door to the demo room. "I think this is it."

"Chuck that's the key chain." Sarah told him.

"Oh you want the actually key. Here…" He placed the many keys in Sarah's hands had her find it. Sarah opened the doors and rushed to Morgan's cell.

"Grimes! Wake up. We need you get up and come with us." Casey said.

"Huh? What's going on?"

"Wait where's Alex?" Casey asked.

"She went home, because she has work in the morning what's going on?

"We need you to come with us on a mission." Sarah said.

"I get to go on a real mission and actually be a part of the action."

"Yeah," Casey said. "Whatever just get your ass up and let's go."

"But I thought everyone was after me?"

"Everyone is after the intersect. No one knows that you have the intersect, all they see when they see you will be another agent. So don't say a word."

"I don't know if I am ready for this." Morgan said.

"Morgan this isn't just another everyday mission…"Chuck said starting to come out of his loopiness. "Bryce kidnapped Emily. We need you, the intersect, to help me save her. Morgan this is my daughter here, I have missed 11 years of her life, please don't let me miss anymore." Morgan looked at Chuck and everyone there and could feel this sense of responsibility. He got himself into this; he had to deal with it like a man, instead of just running scared.

"What do you need me to do?" Morgan asked.

"That's what I like to hear." Chuck said in excitement.

"We need you to come with us in case you flash on anything, and if you are trapped by attackers remember you still know kung fu." Casey said.

"Alright we don't have much time let's go." Chuck's mother said. As Casey, Sarah, and her led Chuck and Morgan out, Chuck stopped Morgan,

"Hey Morgan thank you for doing this buddy, I really appreciate it." Chuck said.

"What are super spy best friends for?" Morgan said. Both Chuck and him smiled and ran after the others.


Emily sat in the lonely patted room, staring at the floor. She had so many things in her mind. There was only one person she could she could really talk to at this point.

"Hey mom… I have a confession. You probably already know this but the truth is I never really liked Bryce. He was two faced. He was nice to me in the beginning but when I finally stopped doing what he wanted then the real him showed. I am really thankful that Bryce isn't my real dad like I always thought. The day you told me about my father, I felt this weight just lift right off me. When you used to tell me stories about you and him at Stanford, I can understand why you liked him so much. I didn't realize it but I have more him in me than I thought. But his family doesn't like me well at least I know his mother doesn't. I am really sacred of letting my dream slip away again." Emily could feel her eyes getting more watery, "It seems that every time I meet a new family member, they are taken away from me just when I start to get to know them. I really wish you were here so bad, I don't know how much I could stress that enough." The door opened and two men walked over and grabbed Emily's arm.

"God, Em, you get stir crazy fast, you're already talking to yourself."

"You heard me?" She asked Bryce.

"I heard enough. Nice to know I am so loved. Listen I know I am not your precious Bartowski but you got to work with me here. Follow me boys and bring the girl."

"Where are you taking me?"

"God Dammit, what's with all the questions? What do you want, where I am going, will I ever be loved?" He said in a mocking tone, "You never asked me this many questions before, you just did it. Let's go back to that. You're more annoying this way."

"Well, I am sorry I just wanted to know if I have of chance of I don't know…dying."

"Are you done because I am getting tired of listening to your bull shit?" He said holding a loaded gun toward her head, "Nothing that you have been saying is benefiting me, okay. So let's keep it quiet alright." Emily looked down and backed up to give Bryce a dirty glare. Bryce put the gun down and continued to walk.

The men dragged Emily into another secluded room with only a telephone to keep her company.

"What…" Emily stopped herself from talking.

"Here…" The men threw her to the ground near the telephone, "I don't believe in giving prisoners one phone call but because you're a minor, I don't get a choice." Bryce said holding the gun back up. "You got three minutes." Emily rushed up to the phone and began to dial Sarah's phone, it is the only number that she knows by heart already. The phone began to ring as Emily waited anxiously.

"Sarah, come on pick up." The voice mail message machine began to play, but didn't hang up. "Sarah, it's Emily, I only get one…" Bryce walked up to her.

"Hang up the phone!"

"I thought I get one phone call?"

"You did until I realized that actually knew Sarah's number, hang up right now." Bryce grabbed her other hand and put the gun to her back.

"Bryce please don't hit me against the patted wall."

"Shut the hell up and hang up the phone." Bryce grabbed the phone out of Emily's hands and slammed it back on the wall. "Last thing we need is have Walker over here screwing up my plans."

"Your plans? All this doesn't even have to do with the CIA doesn't it?" Bryce said nothing, "I can't take this anymore, what's going on?"

"Fine you want to know sooo bad; boys grab her and follow me."


"Casey are you getting any leads on where he could have taken her." Sarah asked.

"No we are not even getting close."

"I'm really starting to worry, we have been driving around for hours, and there hasn't been anything that could have lead us to her." Chuck said.

"I know, I'm sorry, Chuck, but we are not going to give up." His mother said.

"Yeah, dude, no matter what happens we will not stop until she is found."

"My tracker is dying." Casey said.

"I have another one in my purse." Sarah said, "Chuck can you get my purse and grab the tracker?"

"You carry a tracker, just causally with you in your purse." Morgan asked.

"I am an agent Morgan, half the stuff in my purse are actually spy gadgets in disguise but the tracker is programmed into my phone."

"Oh." Morgan said, when he looked down he noticed a bright light shinning in Sarah's purse when Chuck unzipped it. "Hey Chuck, Sarah's phone lit up."

"She has a missed call. Do you recognize the number?" Chuck held the phone to Sarah's face.

"No, but they left a message." Sarah took the phone from Chuck and began to listen to her messages. As the message began to play she could hear Emily's voice. She froze and turned to Chuck, "Babe, it's Emily." Chuck quickly grabbed the phone. He listened to entire message and heard the fight between Emily and Bryce before Bryce slammed the phone on the hook. Chuck continued to hold phone to his head after the message was over in shock. "Chuck, what did she say,"

"That son of a bitch!" Chuck yelled.

"Calm down, what's going on?"

"Sarah listen to this message and tell me what you think, is going on." Chuck was angry more so then the time Bryce left Emily alone.

"Oh God, I hope he isn't hurting her." Morgan said.

"Based on this message I wouldn't doubt it." Sarah said after hearing it. "But I did find something that was strikingly odd."

"What do you mean?" Morgan asked.

"Well Bryce and Emily were fighting she said something about him hitting her against a patted wall she wouldn't say that in less…"

"She was giving us a clue."

"So she is in an insane asylum?" Morgan asked.

"Possibly but there not any around here and if she is there now that means the place couldn't be that far." Sarah answered.

"Do we have any other options?" Chuck asked.

"I got it, the abandon jail by the docks. When I worked with Volkcoff, the people who worked for him have been arrested several times. Well there was one guy who had worked for him for many years well he spent time in that prison he said they have him a spongy room. Maybe that's where she is." His mother said.

"I thought they tore that down?" Sarah asked.

"Nope, they never got to it. It's still there." His mother answered, "Sarah give me the tracker, I will punch in the address." Sarah gave her the tracker and turned to Morgan.

"Flash on anything yet." Sarah asked. Morgan shook his head no, and continued to look outside. Chuck was silent sitting with his hands bared in his hands. Sarah was worried; she was being quiet than usual. She placed her hand on his back and began to soothe him. She removed her hand as he sat back up straight and took a big sigh. Sarah grabbed his shaking hands and held them tight.

"Babe, your hands are completely shaking." Sarah pointed out.

"Are they?" Chuck lifted one hand up and watched it twitchingly shake. "They must be still waking up from the tranquilizer, I guess. Who knew a quarter of a dose could do so much." Sarah looked at Chuck in disbelief.


"Right here boys." The men dropped Emily in a steel chair with locks to hold a person's hands and feet. They placed her feet and one hand in the locks.

"I think you're missing something." Emily said holding up her hand. Bryce looked at her in anger.

"Being a wise ass never gets any child anywhere. When I was your age my dad would have slapped me in the back of the head for that little comment. And just so you know you are going to need that hand."

"Yeah to escape." Bryce pulled out his gun and pushed it in her neck against.

"Even when we only tied up your feet there is no possible way to unlock those locks in less you know how." He took the gun away from her face and held it in front of her. "Come on!" She tried to look away but the gun was still there. "Take it…take the damn gun." She stood still; Bryce grabbed her hand and placed the gun in her hands. "There now put your finger on the trigger." He handled her fingers in the direction he wanted. He didn't want to hold it. "Finally, God you're stubborn." She held the gun in her hand for a second and quickly relaxed the muscles in her wrist as the gun dropped to the floor. Emily closed her eyes and began to cry. The picture began to run through her mind again.

-Flashback-

"Good Job Em! Nice shooting!" Bryce walked over to the target, "Not one bullet missed the target. I swear you're prodigy."

"Why, thank you. But I have to give half the credit to all those shooting games I have played over the years."

"Are you ready to get into the real action?"

"You mean like me going on a real mission with you."

"I think you are ready to experience a mission before your red test."

"Really? That would be awesome."

"Great, now let's go gear up and oh one other thing; don't mention this to your mother. We wouldn't want her to get worried."

"Sure, I don't want her to worry either."

-Flashblack ended-

"God damn it! Be careful with that; remember how I told you about gun safety. Geez!"

"Bryce, we have a situation." A body guard said.

"What is it?"

"We have suspicious activity going on outside. We need you to check it out."

"Fine! You two stay here and watch her. If she isn't here by the time I get back then both of you are dead."