CHUCK VS THE NEW PARTNER

"There's No Such Thing As Too Many Explosives"

So yea kinda, just a little, maybe finished this chapter Thursday and totally slipped my mind to actually upload it...my bad. Well its here now and I bet no-one was expecting another chapter so soon, just trying to keep you guessing Mwhahaha. Again I promise no content but hey details you dont need to think to hard on those.

So seems I lost quite a few readers during the last couple of chapters and well...they were clearly the smart ones and got out while they still could. However despite how much I love reading your opinions on my shoddy imitation of writing I promise still not quitting (boy saying thats getting old) No seriously I love listening to you guys but I mostly write for my own imagination and I want to see these two together as much as you do lol besides not like I expected any readers period when I first started.

So heres ending that cliff hanger...

Chuck POV

Site Two

It was cramped

It was dirty

And the CIA should have told him how much time he would be spending inside these kind of ventilation systems when he attended the Farm. He laughed at his first memory of climbing into one of these, all he can remember thinking was John McClain of Die Hard made it look way too easy and you had to be nothing short of an Olympic gymnast to make your way through one of them. Still things change and now even wounded he had spent the last twenty minutes crawling through the small space and quickly found himself looking down into the medical section of the base.

It was small but even with his limited medical knowledge he could tell the equipment was top of the line. Chuck filled that information away as more proof that Fulcrum was better financed that originally expected. The good news was Johnson wasn't lying, he could see the medical fridges on the far side of the room clearly filled with an array of blood packs. The bad news was that no matter how crazy the guy he was clearly careful, from his position it looked like two Fulcrum agents were spread throughout the medical unit including who he assumed to be the facility's doctor.

He only retrieved two knives from Johnson's cart of torture, tucking them into the lone pair of slacks they left him in. And although it was possible both would be extremely difficult to throw due to their weird designs. Chuck almost wished he could kick himself right now, he should have checked to see if the dead guard in his cell at least had a gun, but in the haze of pain Chuck had just assumed they wouldn't let someone so inexperienced alone in a room with him and a loaded gun.

Still he had the knives and they would have to be enough. He would only get one chance at this, if he missed, even if the guards didn't kill him the gunfire would definitely alert the rest of Fulcrum to Chuck's position.

Chuck wished he could spend a few minutes more coming up with a better plan, but he was losing blood fast and staying conscious was becoming a near impossible task, let along throwing kill shots with odd knives. So he started to even out his breathing as best his condition would allow, he folded up on himself so that he could kick down the grate into the medical room and fall down with it simultaneously, a difficult task in the cramped space.

Fulcrum didn't even see him drop through the air, landing on the floor with surprising grace he was pulling the knives from the back of his slacks before they had even turned in his direction.

The bang of the heavy grate hitting the floor alerted their attention and they turned in the direction of the noise with guns poised. Only to be met with a glint of silver before everything vanished.

Chuck didn't even look to see the blades resting in between the eyes of the now dead Fulcrum agents, instead he ran as best he could to one guards side and picked up his side-arm. Pulling back the slide on the pistol and flicking off the safety, he levelled it at the doctor before he could even let out a scream.

"I know...the situation calls for it...but I think it would be in your best interest not to make any sudden moves, or noises right now." Removing his left hand from the gun's grip he held hard onto his side, noticing the drop had torn his bullet wound's stitches, " Otherwise...I'll have to shoot you, sorry. Now you got one chance...to live... I need to a blood transfusion and new stitches...and whatever you...can give me to keep on going would be great.

His breath was ragged and he could barely hold the gun in his outstretched arm, right now he probably couldn't have shot the man if he tried...still that was need to know and a hostage doesn't need to know.

"Y-ye-sss of course um let me just get my gear together." Glad that he had agreed redally Chuck hobbled on over to the medical fridges and pulled out a few packs of his blood type. Returning to the panicking doctor he placed the packs next to the man's tools and pulled himself up onto a table with his gun barley pointing at him.

"Um well ok I'm just going to give you a mild sedative before I..."

"No sedatives!" Chuck's voice was horse and didn't make much of an impact but the command was clear, the doctor only looked towards his syringe for a brief moment before placing it back down and prep-ping a blood pack. Chuck couldn't risk taking anything that could knock him out, staying awake even now was difficult,and although he had the doctor scared for his life he knew it wasn't safe to relax around him or anywhere until he was out of the building.

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It took a little while and Chuck almost dropped the gun a few times during the procedure, but his condition was no longer life threatening as the blood replenished him and the doctor worked on treating the flowing wounds covering his body. He didn't feel any better though, the pain and exhaustion was still present. It also didn't help that he could feel it every time the doctor pocked and prodded his wounds without the sedative.

Once he was patched up enough to move around it was time to work on his counter attack. Having no idea where he was, wounded, and knowing somehow that back up was on its way soon the best thing Chuck could do was find a place to bunker down and stay put. But true to Chuck Bartowski fashion, he figured that if he was stuck here he'd work on a little bit of payback to keep himself busy.

Sarah POV

30 minutes away from Site two.

The chopper cabin was bathed in a red glow from the overhead light and Sarah could barely make out the features of the SEAL team around her through their camo and head gear. For some reason the closer they got to the Fulcrum site, the more nervous she felt. She expected that now they were doing everything possible to get Chuck back she would feel better and more relaxed, but the closer they got he more she worried about the state she would find Chuck in.

It had been about four hours since she and Chuck separated and knowing that he wouldn't have talked, she could only imagine what kind of punishment they had put him through in that time. Talking to Casey wouldn't help his frank attitude wasn't something she needed to hear right now, and to the rest of the team, even if she hadn't said more than two words to them they knew without doubt that she was leader and in that position she couldn't let them know of the fear that was rushing through her veins.

So on her own and determined to get her man back she channelled that fear and braced herself to kill anything that stood in her path.

"Walker, you look like your about to do something stupid" The rotor blades of the helicopter drowned out the noise of Casey's gruff voice but it came in loud & clear over the secure comms at her ears.

The channel was separate than the rest of the team's and she felt it was safe to talk without having to worry about letting confidential information out, "Just don't get in my way Casey and everything will be fine. And let your boys know that if they find a lunatic in their with a toupée he's mine."

"Listen blondie the priority is to get Carmichael out alive, I don't have time to deal with your personal vendettas." Sarah was so riled up that she didn't even pay attention to how much Casey was concerned about Chuck's safety.

"No you listen I know damn well what my priority is, no-one here has as much to lose as I do. But understand this Casey every traitor in there that so much as put their hands on My partner is going to die." It was pretty clear that even though the team couldn't really hear what was being said between her and the major, it was obvious they were both angry.

"You just remember that I'm going in there to find Barto...Carmichael, and when I find him were leaving. If your too busy going on a killing spree to meet us at the pick up zone, I'm not waiting for you. We have no idea what condition he's in and he's probably going to need medical attention."

It felt like razor blades to her heart to hear someone else share her suspicions that Chuck was going to be hurt when they found him but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction by showing it, " Casey everything in my line of site is going to be a target, but I'll be looking for Chuck not Johnson. If I find him I'll enjoy killing him but I wont go looking for him, and if none of us come across him then this should do the trick."

Sarah reached around into the courier bag on her back and pulled the zipper just down enough to show Casey its contents. Inside was a dirty bomb Sarah had constructed from explosive materials she had found at the substation's armoury, she calculated the size of the facility they would be raiding and built it so that it would have enough force to level the warehouse but leave the surrounding area relatively intact.

"Jesus Walker what the hell! Why didn't you tell me about this" Casey reached out for it but Sarah pulled the zip back up and slung it around to her back away from him, "Don t worry I already checked and made sure that there were no civilian buildings or people around the facility, not to mention I have the activation device and I'll make sure everyone here is out before I use it."

"No I mean...what the hell am I supposed to do with this now" Casey pulled out the travel bag from under his seat and pulled the its zipper to show a much more sophisticated bomb than her own. Well its not that surprising considering her's was improvised but Casey must have gotten approval for explosive material from the general before hand.

"Why..."

"You didn't think I was gonna leave that rats-nest intact did you, although I'm a little impressed you came up with the same idea. Still the problem is we have to more explosives than we actually need right now."

Sarah cracked a smile, "Well it doesn't hurt to be too careful, we can use both, the explosive blast should be the same size its probably just going to be more intense if we use both, which is alright with me."

Casey gave an affirmative grunt before zipping the travel bag closed and sliding it back under his seat. Sarah hadn't even noticed the worried faces on the SEAL team, which was understandable considering both team leaders had just pulled out explosives after having a heated shouting match.

Johnson POV

Site Two

To say he was furious was the understatement of the century. Not only had he lost his new captive, but that same captive has gone and kidnapped his absolute favourite toys. It didn't take long for Johnson to figure out what the CIA swine was up to, it was a smart idea to cover his tracks with the dead guard but even though he was crazy Johnson was also smart. It was relatively easy to figure out that he was going to head to the medical unit at some point.

Unfortunately by the time he got there all he was greeted with was an additional two dead minions and an unconscious doctor tied to a lab table with medical tubing. On the plus side at least he found his toys, buried in the skulls of his guards but they could be cleaned so it wasn't a real problem.

Stomping over to the doctor with another two Fulcrum agents surrounding him, he slapped the man repeatedly on each cheek until he started to come around, he was sure there was some kind of drug in the room that could do the job for him but hey this was the fun way.

"Hey anyone in there...HElllllloooooooo...If you don't wake up I'm going to cut off something important!"

"Uh ow sir? What are you doing here?"

"Now you'll have to be more specific are you talking about why I'm here on earth and what my mission in life is, or are you referring more directly as to why I'm standing specifically here at his point in this time?"

"Well...right now sir?"

"Glad you asked, I'm here because I'm surrounded by idiots and I'm having to clean up your screw up! Where's my captive!"

"The wounded man? Who dropped from the ceiling?"

"No...I mean yes, probably! Where!"

"Um I patched him up and gave him a transfusion but well just when I was finishing up it all gets a bit fuzzy."

"You patched him up?" There was a noticeable vein twitching above Johnson's right eye.

"Yes sir, he threatened me! I didn't have a choice."

Johnson didn't even wait to here the rest before he put a bullet into the young doctor's chest, ignoring him as he tried to talk around the blood filling his mouth Johnson turned back around and he walked back over to his protection detail, "Alright things have gotten a little complicated. The captive is armed and no longer in imminent danger of dying on his little own-some so lets help him out with that. He's using the vents to move around the facility I want someone in the control room looking for any anomalies in the vents if he up there it should show on the sensors somehow."

Before they could even leave the room to carry out their orders the medical unit's door shut closed with a hiss and sealed themselves air tight. At the same time the crackling of a mic surrounded them.

"Hello?...is this thing on? I'm still get...Wait, wait I think I got it!"

"*Cough* Paging a Chris Johnson I repeat paging a Chris Johnson could you please get to the closest intercom and ring the control centre please thank you!"

Storming over to the unit on the side he smashed his finger down on the intercom's button, "Who the hell is this? And why am I locked inside the medical unit?""

"Oh hi, uh you probably remember me as CIA scum I hope you haven't forgotten about me. You see I was strolling through that air duct system of yours and I came across this neat little room, in fact I even came across this guy Paul"

"Your in my control room! Aren't you! And who the fuck is Paul!"

"Yep control room that's what it was called, how nice of you to automate this entire warehouse, otherwise I never would have been able to isolate every Fulcrum agent around the facility. And as for Paul he told me you would say that, he also said maybe you would recognise the name Petey instead?"

"Petey? You have my Petey! No one touches my slave!"

"I know right two hostages in one day! Who knew I had it in me!. Anyway he's actually being quite helpful he gave me a quick crash course on how to navigate your systems and now he's helping me to download secure Fulcrum files from your private sever"

"Now I know your lying there's no way he would ever risk his life by going against me like that!"

"If it makes you feel any better he was pretty resistant at first, and I felt really bad when I pistol whipped him. Funny enough though he willing started to help when I told him I could take you down. Hmm bad blood between you two?"

"When I get outta here what I did to you before will seem like Heaven, I'm going..."

"No your not Johnson, by the time you can even override the door controls I'll be long gone."

Johnson smashed his fist into the intercom controls. Things weren't supposed to go this way, the CIA agent was supposed to be tied up spewing all the information he had and then things were supposed to go back to the way they were, "How far to you think you'll get stretch? Emergency treatment by this quack isn't going to last long! I'll find you and make you squeal!"

"Maybe that's true I wouldn't get far, but I don't have to. Looks like my very own guardian angel has arrived."

Casey POV

Site two

Doing one quick low pass over the Fulcrum warehouse, the chopper quickly swung around and held its position for the team to rappel down into the facility. Before he even made his judgement her mental state he knew Walker would have separated from the pack and moved throughout the facility on her own. She was a spook and she couldn't stay invisible if she was with them.

Still Casey was surprised that she was already on the move before his feet touched the ground, smashing open the small roof entrance Sarah was running ahead of them with a semi automatic raised to kill anything that crossed its sights. If this was anyone else he would have made them slow down and check their corners more thoroughly but even at her speed he could see her eyes dart around the rooms, she wasn't being careless she was just that determined.

It didn't take long before she ran a corner and escaped his sight, deciding it was best to let her do her thing he took his team and continued down another area of the facility.

The odd thing was doors seemed to keep opening for them as they continued on, and when they did encounter Fulcrum agents they all seemed to be grouped together. It was a shooting gallery for himself and his team. Normally this would have stunk of a trap, things were going to easy and if life as a NSA agent taught him anything it was nothing is easy. It felt a little like he was being lead somewhere but right now he didn't have much choice but continue down the current path.

He owed Bartowski and CIA or no they really couldn't afford to lose someone like him right now he was one of the good ones,Walker too when she wasn't crazy.

He wasn't surprised the skirt seemed to be compromised over Chuck he'd seen the kid have that kind of effect on the opposite sex before, even if he was completely oblivious to it. Still it seemed to be more than sex, Casey knew Bartowski didn't get involved with his partners and Walker had always been slightly cold even for a spy. So the pairing was slightly odd but whatever, so long as he didn't have to put up with any lady feelings he didn't care.

Casey and his team came across another two groups of Fulcrum agents before they came to a stop outside what looked to be a pretty important room, the door was more armoured than the ones they had passed so far. The wiring along the walls all seemed to be leading into that room so likely it was some kind of control centre of some kind.

He signalled for one of his team to get the door open, the door was too thick for a blast charge but it had a control panel to the side, it looked pretty complex but if they could get in then perhaps there would be security cameras they could manipulate to found out which section of the warehouse Chuck was being held in.

Before the tech guy even had time to attach his equipment up to the wall the door raised open wish a hiss and they were left staring into a room with a mousy man looking at the computers. Casey didn't even give the order, his SEAL team marched in the room with guns trained on their target. From what he could tell the guy was shaking in his seat, it wasn't surprising having fully armed tactical team march in on you had that kind of effect on a guy.

If Casey was honest he was a little disappointed, he had honestly started to think Chuck was opening the doors and leading them to the Fulcrum agents, and if he could do that then he had to be alive. Even just looking at his back he knew the mousy guy in the chair couldn't be Charles Carmichael.

Taking his first step into the room after his team, Casey was met with the distinctive click of a gun hammer. Someone had been standing inside the doorway out of sight when the team charged the room.

It was moments like this he hated it made him feel like a rookie, when he saw the target in the chair he hadn't even bothered to check the room's corners and now whatever moron had a gun trained on him had the team's leader hostage, although that still wouldn't stop him from ordering them to put a bullet between the guy's eyes just because he might die.

"You better make the most of this moment because in the next I'm gonna have them shoot you" He pointed to the team in front of them who had now started to turn around at the sound of Casey's voice.

"Nice to see you too Sugarbear...I was expecting a hot blonde but I guess you'll do" Casey didn't suppress his distinctive growl at the nickname, only three people in the entire world knew that name. His mother, Ilsa Trinchina, and the pain in his ass that was Chuck Bartowski.

Looking to the left he was rewarded with a pale looking and rather messed up nerd who barley held the gun up for another few seconds before he collapsed against the wall he had been hiding behind.

"There you are moron, I've been looking for you. And I believe we had a very very long talk about you calling me that in public, in fact you calling me it at all!"

"Meh It slipped my mind...How'd you find me Casey I thought...only the CIA had access to my tracker." The nerd was messed up he could see the two deep wounds that both looked like they'd been treated rougher than they ever should have been, not to mention the severe bruising. Walker was gonna be pissed.

"Truthfully I just followed the smell of insurgents and I just found you on accident" Casey took his eyes of Carmichael for a moment to signal for a medic. Chuck wasn't in immediate danger but he was badly injured, hopefully some basic medical attention could relive some of his pain.

"I figured that would be it, no can find those bastards better than you Casey. Then again for a brief mo...ment I thought you might have been getting all... mushy over my well-being. You haven't started caring about me have you?

"Jesus Carmichael how much blood did you loose, your starting to get delusional you know the only reason I'm here is because I don't like to miss gun play. Besides the CIA skirt is here too, this is a joint op now bub so get used to putting up with me"

"Don't worry big guy I know the truth even if you don't want to...you missed me" This had to be the thing he hated about Chuck the most, no matter how much he growled or tried to look threatening the kid would not stop talking or expressing his lady feelings, "Besides I only say this now...because I know that no matter...how much you may want to, you wont hit a wounded man"

"Shut up already. Besides I don't need to Blondie's going to do all the work for me when she sees the state you got yourself in" He didn't know if the loss of colour in his face was the fear from Sarah Walker or the blood loss, but Casey decided to smile anyway.

"Yea well I'm gonna take this chance to pass out now, tell Sarah I'm sorry I missed her"Casey looked towards his medical officer to check if it was okay for him to fall asleep, with a reaffirming nod he turned back to watched Chuck slump even further down the wall. He looked pretty dead to him, so Casey decided it was in his best interest to make sure Walker didn't see him in this state.

And if on cue his mic buzzed to life, "Dammit Has Anyone Found Carmichael Yet!"

"Yea Walker we got him, set your explosives and we'll meet you at the chopper"

"How Is He Casey!"

"He's fine Walker get moving already!"

Ignoring Walker buzzing in his ear he left Carmichael to the medical officer as he prepared him for transport and started making his way to the other man in the control room who was still be held at gun point by his team.

"Who are you!"

The trembling hadn't stopped since he met the guy and he was a little worried he was going to have a heart attack, "Uh Paul sir, I work um I did work here. I had no idea what Fulcrum was until I joined and once I was in I couldn't get back out. The man over there said he would help me if I could help him get information on them"

There Chuck goes again being a pain in his ass, there was no way he could make promises like that. The general would probably want to fry this guy simply for knowing about Fulcrum let alone being involved, "Where's this information?"

"He-here Its on this portable hardrive, I don't have a lot of access but I knew my boss's password since he could never remember it. I'm not sure what it all means but I think it has a few names and locations on it" Well maybe the kid did have a chance at making it through this after all, names of other agents and Fulcrum hideouts would go a long way to bringing the organisation down. With this kind of information at the very least he should be able to get some kind of freedom.

"Alright people we got what we need! Carmichael and the little guy here is gonna stay in the middle, I'll hold up the rear and you guys are going to jump up front. If it isn't blonde shoot it! Aside from the Walker anyone we encounter from this point on his a traitor and a terrorist, terminate on sight!" His team cocked their weapons and started to move out, no prisoners would be necessary thanks to the hardrive.

Despite carrying an injured Chuck it was easier to move throughout the facility this time, knowing the route sped things up immensely. They continued to watch out for any Fulcrum agents on their way back to the chopper but sadly no gun play was involved as they made it without incident.

Loading Chuck into the chopper Casey looked back towards their entry point and was hoping Walker would hurry up and get out of there. He was serious when he said the he wasn't going to wait for her before they took off. Chuck was injured pretty badly and well he wasn't willing to wait because of some stupid vendetta she had. What was done was done, he would like to get his hands on this Johnson too if he got the chance but he knew where his priorities lie. For someone who was so blatantly against them, it looked like Walker didn't even realise this is why she hated relationships in the spy game, they made you sloppy.

Lucky for her Casey's inner rant at the CIA was interrupted with Walker walking onto the roof looking all the world like she had just stepped off a cat walk. Well at least she did until he noticed that her black tactical gear was soaked, even if he couldn't quite make up the colour on her clothes it was very obviously speckled across her face. It seems during their time apart Walker had gone and gotten herself covered in blood, and for once he wasn't sure he wanted to know. Still he felt obligated to at least check if she was alright, "You alright there skirt? not going to bleed out on me are you?"

"Not my blood Casey I wouldn't think about it too much, where's Chuck?" He wanted to laugh at least a little anyway, it looked like she didn't even realise she was calling him by his real name rather than Charles or Carmichael. Her eyes were the biggest give away of her compromised status, the weren't even seeing him, it was like she was looking straight through him and searching out Chuck.

"Yea well unfortunately its my job to think about it, Who's blood Walker or do I already know?" For the first time since she turned up she actually looked at him, unfortunately it was with anger. Seems she was getting a little upset from being separated from lover boy longer than she had to be.

"I found Johnson pretty early on, one of the doors opened up just as I was running past. I told you Casey I wasn't going to waste my time on him while Chuck was still in danger, and I meant it. Still I thought instead of running around blind I would get Johnson to tell me where my partner was, as it turned out he was a little..."She took a second to wipe away a bit of blood from her face despite this fact that it wasn't making much of a difference, "...Stubborn about it. You interrupted me when you told me you had Chuck, and as I promised I left and came straight here. I just left my bomb strapped to Johnson, and Johnson strapped to a table.

Casey wasn't sure what to make of that, any report she made about what happened here to their superiors would excuse what she did. In theory she found a more efficient way to find Bartowski, and she was technically able to plant a device to level the enemy stronghold. That was all true even if the reality was far more gruesome off paper.

Also it seems she was done with him because with nothing more than a quick glance she was hopping on board the chopper and sitting down next to Chuck's stretcher. Casey didn't waste much time, for all he knew she could have put that bomb on a timer and he wanted to get out of here as quick as possible.

He leaned in to the cockpit for a few seconds to let the pilot know that he could take off, and sat down with his men. The joy in their faces was obvious from performing a successful mission with no casualties, but they knew better than to celebrate until they touched down back home. Looking over to Walker he watched the medic work his way around her, from the looks of things the blood had him too scared to ask her to give him room to work and he just decided to do the best he could.

If the death grip she had on Chuck's hand was any indication whatever their relationship was it definitely wasn't just sex. He guessed as much from the beginning, neither of them had a history of getting involved with their partners in that kind of relationship. But there was something between them and he truly hoped it didn't get either of them killed.

So it was clear Walker felt something for Chuck but seeing as how boy wonder was unconscious at the moment, he had no idea how he felt about her. No one had ever really gotten close to the real Chuck Bartowski, it was someone he guarded more than anything, not for himself but for his family. Casey had never had the chance to meet her but he knew that Chuck had a sister that he adored, and some kind of makeshift family that he had mentioned to him before. They were the reason he kept Carmichael and Bartowski separate. Walker may be setting herself up to fail but for one strange and very quick moment he almost hoped she succeeded. Chuck was content but he wasn't happy, perhaps if he let someone in other than Casey then something would change.

Still that was all lady feelings and fluffy bunnies, nothing he wanted to or would get involved in. They were all going to be working with each other in the near future and if they proved to be impossible to work with then Casey would force a change one way or another.

...And kinda leave you with another one. I know a few of you were probably hoping for a bit more this chapter but the chapter is mostly just to keep things moving, with all the changes in pov I didn't want to throw too much in and confuse myself.

Originally in the next chapter I was thinking of doing a whole christmas thing with Chuck afraid of Sarah for killing Johnson so cruelly but not only did I think that Chuck would probably be much more prepared for that kind of thing, but I figure if I did that kind of thing that would hold the relation ship up I would be looking over my shoullder for the rest of my life scared you guys would finally find me. So dumping that idea lets continue on with the Chararhy Charah stuff.

So please let me know what you thought, I'm a little nervous about the escape and more graphics parts.

Well until next time