I don't own Chuck

"Finding the other brother will be impossible." It was like she was listening to his thoughts. She had slept all night, he…not so much. His head was sifting through everything and he thought he was going to flash, but he never did. It was like the feeling when one is about to sneeze, but you can't, because the conditions aren't yet right. He had SOME information, but he did not have it all. What else did he need? He had no idea.

He had been thinking about what Sarah said, a potter's field. If the other brother was dead and buried in a similar location…there would be no way of identifying the body's location. He was lying there thinking where they should look next when she spoke. He turned his head, and saw those blue eyes staring at him, but softer than they had been before. While she was talking about the next step in the case, Chuck found himself wondering from the way she looked at him, if she was thinking about the case, or something else.

"Yeah, you're right," Chuck agreed. "I think we're done here, but where do we go, what do we do?"

Sarah didn't answer for a second. "That is the real question isn't it? And not just about this case." Chuck started to speak but felt like she had more to say and if he opened his mouth he'd kill whatever confidence she was finding to talk to him about her life. So he remained silent. "I don't know what to do."

"Well, breakfast and a shower is currently on the top of my list," Chuck told her with a soft smile. He slowly raised his hand to brush a hair out of her face. She watched him do so, a soft smile on her face. "I'm not saying we hole up here for a few days, but I think we need to have some idea where to go."

"Montana, Wyoming," Sarah said with a shrug. "No one will find you there."

"I would be very alone, and I don't know anyone in either of those places," Chuck told her. "I mean, you and Casey would be out in the field, and me there, by myself…no thank you."

She stared at him, and then lowered her eyes. He watched her wet her lips and when she spoke, her voice sounded raspy, like her throat was dry. "I was talking about you and I hiding there."

"Sarah," Chuck began.

"Don't," she said, quickly, cutting him off. "I have to protect you."

"Sarah, I will get the info on him, it's just going to take some time, we'll get him for you, I swear."

She held his gaze. "I have to protect you," she said softly, leaning in toward him. "From everything…and everyone…including me."

"There's nothing about you that I need protecting from," Chuck replied, leaning in as well. He watched her eyes start to close, her lips inches from his, when there was a pounding on the door. In an instant, he was flat on his back, Sarah's body, covering his, while facing the door, a gun in one hand, a knife in the other. "That's kinda impressive," he muttered.

"It's me numbnuts," they heard the growl through the door.

"Casey," Chuck and Sarah said together. Sarah hopped up, padded over to the door, and opened it.

"You two practicing your cover?" Casey asked. Chuck started to protest. "Can it." Chuck snapped his mouth shut. "That was good work, Bartowski, I think I found your guy."

"You found Cecil?" Sarah asked, shocked.

"I found someone who knew Cecil Martin," Casey told them.

"He can tell us where Cecil is?" Chuck asked. Casey was silent for a moment. "Casey?"

"Cecil Martin has been missing for the last forty years, and if he were to be found, it's more than likely that he would be dead anyway, given how old he would be," Casey replied.

"Oh," Chuck said, putting it together. "Wait, then wouldn't anyone who knew Cecil be dead as well?"

"Cecil was close with an army buddy," Casey began. "Army buddy had a son. Son is now in the military, and is willing to meet us, but off book."

"What do you mean?" Chuck asked.

"He knows something isn't right, Chuck," Sarah explained. "He doesn't want his named tied to anything."

"That sounds like paranoia," Chuck pointed out.

Casey nodded. "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you kid. Listen, this guy is career army, and I'm telling you, if he thinks something's hinky…something's hinky. We need to go, we have a hell of a drive ahead of us."

"Where?" Chuck asked.

"Fort Carson," Casey told him. Chuck winced. "Kid?"

"I almost flashed," Chuck muttered.

"Almost?" Casey asked, and turned to Sarah. "Since when does he almost flash?"

"Maybe he doesn't have enough information," Sarah told him. Casey glanced at Chuck, considering something. "Casey, it's his life on the line." Casey looked back at her, an unreadable look on his face, but even Chuck could tell it wasn't about him."

"What is it, Casey?" Chuck asked. Before Casey could answer, they all heard a phone. The color drained from Sarah's face. She walked over to her suitcase, reached in and pulled out a phone. Sarah stared at it, and answered.

"Blondie," she said. She stood there, listening. She shut her eyes, and Chuck walked over to her. He reached out, but paused, not sure if she wanted his comfort. She grabbed his hand, never opening her eyes, as though she could sense it. "Got it," she replied, opening her eyes and giving Chuck a tight smile. "And Red…thank you." With that she hung up.

"Hell's bells, was that Miller?" Casey asked. Sarah grinned at Casey. "What did she call for?"

"There's a hit out on me," Sarah told Casey. Casey winced. "But you knew that."

"Wait, a hit?" Chuck asked.

"I'm burned, Chuck," Sarah told him. "That's what an evil man does. I left. I know things, I have to go."

"At least Miller did one thing good in her life," Casey muttered.

"Carina always spoke highly of you," Sarah told Casey. "CHUCK!" Chuck had begun to flash. He shook his head when it was over, and looked up at Casey, disgust on his face.

"What?" Casey asked.

"Prauge," Chuck replied, disgust in his voice. Casey grunted, turned, and left the room.