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The morning sun glared down over Burbank, CA. Casey blinked a few times, trying to awaken his frozen eyes. He had been staring at a computer screen for hours now. In fact, he hadn't moved in a few hours. He was still behind his desk, in his chair, concentrating on the screen in front of him.

Casey turned his stiff neck to see Sarah on the couch. She had been looking at the security footage last he checked, but that was hours ago. Now, she was slumped over on the table, asleep.

He stood up on sore legs and walked over. Walker hadn't gotten a minute of sleep last night, she was probably exhausted. Casey pulled his jacket from the couch and placed it over her.

He had gathered a considerable amount of information since the abduction. The security footage was disarmed around 2:30 AM. That left an hour and a half dark period. Casey thoroughly analyzed the building's perimeter, but there was nothing - not even a boot scuff. He had been monitoring nearby traffic cameras, but there was always a glitch in the tape every time a certain vehicle would cross by. These people were professional, they had proper tech and equipment.

He would need to head back into Chuck's bedroom and give it another look once Chuck's sister and brother-in-law left the home.

Right. The sister and brother-in-law.

Casey rolled his eyes and walked towards the front door. He exited and shielded his eyes from the sun. After being in a dark room for hours, the rays were painful on his eyes. Casey knocked on the door of the Bartowski home.

After a few seconds, Ellie opened the door. She looked flustered, worry lines etched into her forehead.

"John, thank God!" she breathed with relief, "I was just about to call you! Have you seen Chuck, he wasn't in his room this morning and he's not answering his phone!"

"Yeah, I actually just got off the phone with him," John put up a fake smile, "he had to leave early this morning. Emergency install in Santa Barbara. Special order. He'll be gone for a few days, nothing to worry about."

"Oh, okay," she nodded, obvious relief in her posture, "It's just, that's so unlike him. Chuck isn't one to just sneak off like that."

"Well, he's just full of surprises," Casey laughed, "I came by to tell you."

"Thank you, John," she smiled, "that was very thoughtful of you. Did he tell you when he's expected to come back?"

"Nothing yet, I'll give him a call later on and check in with him."

"Great, thank you," she touched his shoulder with gratitude.

Now, that's done. Casey walked back into his home. Sarah was awake.

"Good, you're up," he nodded, "I just talked to the sister."

"Ellie," Sarah corrected him, "I just called the Buy More and told Big Mike that Chuck would be out for a couple of days. He's got the flu."

"He'll have a lot more than that once we find him," Casey huffed.

"Don't say that," he could hear the worry in her voice, "what's the next course of action?"

"Now, we wait for Doctors Dumb and Dumber to leave their home, so we can do a thorough sweep of Chuck's bedroom. I feel like we're missing something."

"Leave it to me," Sarah confidently stood up and walked out the door.

When Chuck came to again, he was chained to the bed. He pulled against the restraints to no avail. His heart started to beat rapidly again as he tried to recall what happened before he blacked out. He remembered shouting something at the camera about the former CIA Agent Seeley Jones. The numbers 10192000 were engraved in his head now. Chuck was expecting for someone to come greet him, when a white gas started spilling from the vents and eventually overcame him.

He wasn't going to make the first move this time, he'd wait till they approached him. Chuck was kidnapped for a reason, they weren't just going to leave him in his padded cell and let him die. It took nearly fifteen minutes for the door to creak open. Chuck had calmed down at that point, but now his heart was hammering away in his chest, and his mind was reeling.

"Mr. Bartowski," a deep voice said, "we know you're the Intersect. That little demonstration you gave us before was merely a confirmation of our suspicions. Thank you for that."

Damn it. Chuck didn't think it through. Here he was flashing and spouting out top secret information about disgraced CIA agents to his very kidnappers! He wasn't fearless like Casey or clever like Sarah. He worked at a Buy More and did installs, he was no spy.

"Who-who are you?" Chuck looked at him with fearful eyes.

The man tapped his vest with a gloved hand. Chuck's eyes darted to the white numbers in the gear.

10192000.

"You're-you're Seeley Jones?"

"You said some pretty interesting things about me, Chuck," Seeley had a dangerous smile on his lips as he approached Bartowski.

"Oh-oh, that? That-that was nothing, it was the tranquilizer, it was still wearing off. I was just blabbering away-"

"Shut up."

"Yes, sir."

"You've got a head full of secrets, Chuck."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't humor me, Chuck," Jones rolled his eyes with amusement, "Now, I have a proposition for you."

"A proposition?" Chuck thrashed against his bonds, "No, I don't want anything from you, just let me go! I'm begging you!"

"You can beg me all you want, Chuck," Seeley chuckled and he stood right above Chuck now, "but you haven't even heard my offer yet."

Chuck was about to open his mouth to protest, but he stopped. What was Seeley Jones about to propose?

"How would you like all of those secrets out of your head?"

Casey and Sarah searched Chuck's bedroom again. It was just as they'd left it earlier, it had to be or else any potential evidence could be damaged.

Sarah was scanning the comic books one more time. Casey had already dismantled and reassembled Chuck's computer four times. She dusted for fingerprints repeatedly, and he had checked all the doors for any sign of a forced entry. They still had nothing.

"Casey, we're wasting time looking at nothing when we could be out in the streets looking for Chuck!" Sarah shouted.

"Cool it, Walker," John clenched his jaw, "Beckman's team will be here any minute. We need to find any scrap of evidence before they do."

"We've been looking for hours, there's nothing," she huffed, "I say we go talk to Beckman again and-"

"And say what?" Casey growled, "'Sorry, General, I refuse to accept your orders and I'm going AWOL to find Chuck. I'll let you know how it goes.' Come on, Walker, you're better than that."

"But Chuck-"

"-Is going to have to endure whatever's happening to him for a little while longer," Casey said with a finalizing tone, "The General was right, you're too close to him."

"Stop saying that!" she bit back, "I'm perfectly capable of performing my job."

"Yeah, but can you do it effectively?"

She didn't have an answer, "Look, Chuck means a lot to me, okay? He's a reminder of who I am without Bryce, he's a reminder that I can be better, a reminder that I don't have to be heartless. He's shown me how to live my life, to have fun. I promised, I promised, that I'd protect him and now he's probably out there being tortured or worse and wondering why I didn't fulfill my promise. That eats away at me, Casey."

He didn't respond.

"Casey?" Sarah furrowed her brows and turned around.

Turns out the NSA agent didn't hear a word she said. He was looking intently at Chuck's bed sheets.

"John? What's going on?" she felt a rush within her and stood by his side. He was carrying a little vial in his hands and snipped off a piece of the sheet.

"Why are you cutting Chuck's bedsheet? Ellie could notice!"

"Look at this," he dropped the fabric in the glass vial and held it up for Sarah to see.

"Is that...?"

"Yes, it is."

"Oh my God, Casey. Do you know what this means?"

He exhaled deeply, "Yes, I do."

"Come on," Sarah clenched her jaw, "let's go talk to General Beckman."

Chapter 4 coming soon!