Hey everybody! I kind of got a writer's block on this one, but after the new episodes of chuck last night, I was able to find my strength and finish my latest chapter!! Enjoy my fellow readers!

Chuck's head was pounding as he lay on the cold cement floor, his body unable to move. He had no idea where he was, darkness surrounding him. He made his eyes wide, trying to find any out lining of objects. He listened intently to the silence; the only thing he could hear was his own breathing.

Then from above him, Chuck heard a loud click that echoed throughout the silent space. His heart beat quicken, and his breath came out in large gasps. A metal object was then placed lightly onto his forehead, a calm, familiar laugh following.

"Those people didn't have to suffer," Hampton's voice whispered in his ear, sending a jolt of terror threw his body, "If you would have just stayed put, and did what you were told, everything would have gone as plan. But because of your idiocy, innocent people were hurt. And because your actions took away my most prized possession," Chuck could just hear the sadistic joy in his voice. "I took away yours."

Suddenly lights blasted into Chuck's eyes, making him wince in pain and surprise. He shut his eyes, and turned away from the brightness. When his eyes adjusted to the new found light, he opened them, and immediately wished he had kept them closed. Because lying dead in front of him, was every one he held dear.

Ellie was lying on her stomach, her dull, lifeless eyes staring right back at him, a bullet wound in the middle of her forehead. Awesome's body was sprawled behind her, multiple shots in the back, and his shirt red with blood. Morgan was crumbled up in a bawl not far from the couple, a pool of blood circling his form. Casey laid a little ways from Morgan, shots in the arms and chest with his neck turned at an awkward angle. And Sarah, her body set on the other side of Ellie's, was reaching for him, her hair covered in blood; shot in the back of the head.

Chuck felt his heart fall into his stomach, tears spilling out of his terrifying wide eyes. He couldn't pull his gaze away from them. He wanted to scream, to run, to do something! But fear and despair had filled him, making him helpless. The people he loved most all were dead because of him.

"Aww, don't cry Chucky-boy," Hampton laughed, forcing Chuck to look back up at him. "You'll be joining them very soon."

Hampton, giving him another sick, sadistic smile, aimed the gun at Chuck's head and pulled the trigger.

Chuck sat up straight in his bed, his eyes flying open and sweat soaking his body. Sun slipped threw his window, lighting the room. His throat was dry as he looked around the room, making sure it was empty. He felt some one stirring beside him. An arm circled his mid-section, and a new batch of terror seized him.

"GET AWAY!!" he screamed pushing away the person lying with him completely off the bed. With the nightmare still fresh in his mind, Chuck hopped off and onto the other side, and grabbing the bottom of his lamp, he swung it outwards; ready to defend himself.

Sarah's eye had flown wide open with surprise as she felt herself shoved off the bed. Her head had connected with the floor first, sending a tremor of pain threw her skull. She let out a confused gasp, still dazed with sleep.

"Alright whoever you are," Chuck said, his voice trembling slightly. "You better get the heck out of here before I go Chuck Norris on your ass."

Sarah laid on the floor a moment, realizing that Chuck was talking to her. She pulled herself into a sitting position, her head coming over the mattress. Across the bed was Chuck in his Homer Simpson's pajama pants, holding an old lamp in front of him like a sword. His head cock to the side when he saw Sarah's face.

"Sarah?"

They stared at each other for a moment, in which Sarah's mouth turned up, a laugh escaping her lips. She didn't know how, but for some reason Chuck looked so stupid that it was absolutely adorable. Most men could never pull that off.

"What?" Chuck asked, putting the lamp on the floor while Sarah helped herself up, who was still laughing at him. "What's so funny? And what are you even doing here? I thought you went home."

"I came back," She said between giggles. "I wasn't about to leave you."

"I could have taken care of myself."

She cocked her eyebrow at him. "Chuck Norris?" she laughed louder as she walked out of his room. "Please."

Chuck stood there for a moment, breathing a sigh of relief. It was just a nightmare. Everything was okay, and Sarah's beautiful smile proved it.

"Have you ever seen the guy?" Chuck hollered following after her, trying to defend himself, "He's like an unstoppable war machine."

"Who's a war machine?" Morgan's voice called, the front door slamming close. Chuck walked into the living room; Sarah was no where in sight.

How does she do that? Chuck thought with amazement, walking into the kitchen. "Oh. Chuck Norris."

"Ah yes, Mr. Norris. He does inspire toughness." Morgan said sitting at the bar. He ran his fingers threw his beard. "That's where this beard look of mine came from. It's where the power of his strength generates from."

"Really, because I'm pretty sure he never kick ass with his facial hair." Chuck noticed a fresh cut on Morgan's arm, the skin around it scraped and bruised. "Geez Morgan, what happened to your arm? Have a disagreement with the paper boy again."

"Hey, that kid was an orange belt in Tai Kwan Do, and no some jerk off in an SUV nearly ran me over this morning." He shook his head, "I tell ya, the world today is a dark, cold place. I mean first a man tries to grope you…"

"Morgan," Chuck sigh, annoyed. "I was not groped, hit on, ambushed, or assaulted by anyone." He started towards the door with a pop tart in his hand.

"Ah," his friend shook his head, following him. "Anna said denial was the first stage of these sort of situations."

"Maybe I should let you pedal to the Buy More, how does that sound?"

"Shutting up."

"Good Choice." Chuck said, opening the door and then shutting it behind Morgan.

After there voices could no longer be heard, Sarah appeared from her hiding place, letting out an exasperated sigh. As she had walk out of Chuck's room, the note from last night shot through her mind, and she instantly pulled it out of her pocket. Not wanting him to see the letter in her hand, and Morgan coming in at the same time, she found a hiding place. She knew Chuck should know about the letter, but she also knew that he wouldn't be able to handle it. Until they catch Hampton, Chuck's going to feel paranoid and scared; and she doesn't want to add on to it. So for now she will keep it between herself and Casey, letting her friend rest a little easier at night.

Sarah left Chuck's apartment, and marched straight over to Casey's. Before she could knock, Casey was already opening the door, ushering her inside.

"We've got some bad news." Casey said walking into the apartment. On the screen were Director Graham and General Beckman, looking very weary.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked, an unwanted dread washing over her.

"It seems," Director Graham stated in a very grave voice, "the agent that was working undercover in the organization identity was compromised. We found his body about four hours ago."

Sarah looked at Casey, then back at the screen. "What's that have to do with us?"

"The body was sent to a local police station. Were keeping it quiet for now, but it was also delivered with a note."

Beside the two officials, a small note appeared on the screen. Like the one sent to Chuck last night, it was only one sentence, and filled both agents with anger and concern.

You're little rat is next.

"Chuck." Sarah said. Casey nodded grimly. "But how?"

"Hampton must have figured that his favorite buyers had a snitch," Casey said, "Luckily the agent didn't have any information on Bartowski."

"He didn't have to." Sarah stated, showing the first note to Casey, "Hampton already figured it out."

Ellie tried to suppress a yawn as she walked threw the semi-crowded hospital lobby. When they called her in for help early this morning, she never expected it to be such a mad house. They're were about a dozen people with major injuries, and friends and family all followed, filling the lobby to a breaking point. Three of the patients didn't make it, one being a small child. Ellie was the one that had to inform the mother. She let out a long, dull sigh.

"You look exhausted. You going to be okay?" one of her co-workers, Troy asked walking with her. He was about the same age as her, and had dark skin and matching eyes. He, Devin and her all went trough training together. She smiled up at him.

"Yeah, last night was just really rough."

"No one said it would be easy. You driving?"

"No, Devin's coming to get me. He was too worried about me driving without any sleep."

"Captain Awesome takes good care of you." He smiled slyly.

"You've been talking to Chuck too much." She laughed giving him a slight frown.

"What can I say? Your little brother is hilarious."

They walked out of the sliding doors, the sun making her squint. A few others were waiting in the pick up lane with them.

"He should be here."

"Why don't you call him?"

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed his number. After a few rings he picked up.

"Hey babe, you outside?" his voice answered at the other end.

"Yeah, where are you?"

"I'm just getting out of the car. Traffic was terrible. Are you sure you don't want me to drive up there and pick you up?"

"I'm not that worn out worry wart. I'll be able to walk a few feet."

"Awesome. I'll come meet you." He hung up. Sure enough, Ellie and Troy spotted Devin jogging across the parking lot to meet her.

She said goodbye to her friend and started towards Awesome, not noticing a black SUV speed towards her, with no inclination of stopping.

Devin spotted it though and started to run faster. "ELLIE!!"

She stopped in her tracks confused. Then she noticed people scream and looked to her left. What she saw was a vehicle not a foot away from her. Her body froze, and sure she was about to die close her eyes.

Devin knew he wasn't going to make, but still ran faster towards her, his heart pounding in his chest. "ELLIE!! NO! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!"

A second before the SUV connected with her, Troy grabbed her by the arm, and as quick as he could pull her back, both of them tumbling backwards. The vehicle kept going, zooming out of the hospital lot, almost hitting another car in the process.

"Ellie!" Devin exclaimed seizing her in his arms. She was still in shock, her eyes as big as saucers. After what happen finally sunk in, she collapsed into Devin's arm, crying.

"What the hell was that idiot doing?" Devin cursed, stroking her hair.

"That guy was trying to kill her." Troy said standing up, "Bring her back inside Devin. I'm calling the police."

"BARTOWSKI!" Big Mike called from his office. Chuck's head pop up from the nerd herd station, looking at his boss with dread. The big man wagged his finger at him, beckoning him over.

"Yes Big Mike?" he asked, wishing he could be any where else right now.

"Listen Bartowski, I know about the incident a few days ago…"

"NOTHING HAPPENED!!" Chuck yelled between his clenched teeth.

"Denial is always the first sign. Anyway I just want to make sure you're not going to take any legal measures. I like you kid, but I really don't need any kind of rep around here."

Chuck gave up. "I'm not going to."

Mike patted him roughly on the back. "You're a brave man Chuck Bartowski. If you ever need to talk about it, make sure it's not during work hours."

"You have a heart of gold Big Mike." Chuck said as the larger man walked back into his office. Chuck turned back to the Nerd Herd station, muttering curses the whole way.

"What was that about?" Morgan asked, leaning against the desk.

"Apparently my manhood and ego have been stripped from me." Chuck said, his head buried in his arms.

"Ouch man, not cool. Well let me know how that turns out. Oh sugar pie!!" Chuck looked up to see Morgan scurry off to his girlfriend. He rolled his eyes and smacked his head against the desk. He pulled it back up in pain.

"OW! Why do I always do that?!"

The phone started to ring. Looking at it with absolute hatred, he picked it up quickly, barking into it. "What?"

"Whoa, Chuck?" It was Captain Awesome. He immediately cooled down.

"Oh, sorry man, just a rough day. What's up?"

He heard Awesome let out a shaking breath. "Okay, don't freak out but Ellie was in an accident." Chuck felt his heart stop.

"What?" his voice was barely a whisper.

"She's okay don't worry," Chuck let out his breath that he been holding, "but some psycho in an SUV tried to run her over. She's still in a little shock but other than a couple of small scrapes she'll be fine."

"All right I'll be over there in as fast as I can."

"Don't worry about it. I'm taking her home in a few minutes. The police are going to escort us and ask questions there. You stay where you are. The last thing Ellie wants to do is freak you out. She didn't even want me calling you."

Chuck nodded. "Devin. Take care of her."

"I wouldn't do anything else." And he hung up.

Chuck stood there for a moment, listening to the dial tone. Slowly he put it back on the receiver with a small click.

Ellie was almost killed today. Nearly ran over. A thought entered Chuck's mind just then, something that Morgan had said early that day.

Some jerk off in an SUV nearly ran me over this morning…

Chuck felt his stomach clench in a nervous pain. His sister and best friend were both targeted today by the same type of vehicle. That was no coincidence. He hopped over the desk, walking briskly towards the door.

"And just where to you think you're going Bartowski?" Big Mike yelled across the store, stopping him in his tracks.

"I have a family emergency.." he stated turning towards his boss.

"I don't care if your having an emergency or not! You will not leave your post until you're break! Comprehend?"

"But Big Mike what about Lester? Or Jeff.." the phone from the station started to ring.

"Those idiots can barely tie there shoes. Now answer that!" his boss yelled, stomping off again.

Again Chuck looked at the phone again with undying hatred. He walked back to the station and picked it back up.

"Nerd Herd. This is Chuck, how may I help you?" Chuck said, trying to sound pleasant, but failing.

"Ah Chucky-boy!" Hampton's voice beamed through the other end. Chuck felt his heart leap into his throat. "Just the person I wanted to speak to!

"I called to ask you about a certain product." The man continued talking as casually as he was talking to a friend. "Electronics just aren't my thing you know. Mechanics and chemistry sure! But these computers just blow me away.

"My…friend I guess I should call him, found a certain listening device in his office about a day ago, actually a few hours after our last meeting. Apparently, one of his, employees, planted it. He informed me that this certain bug is only used by the CIA."

Chuck was breathing fast, fear constricting his voice.

"So that's who your little friends were last night." His voice had grown hard. "This situation keeps getting worse and worse for you."

Chuck finally found his voice. "You tried to kill my sister."

"Ah, yes, the beautiful Miss Eleanor Fay, aka Ellie, Bartowski. She was very fortunate that her friend saved her in time. Your friend Morgan Grimes was lucky as well, of course colliding with that tree wasn't."

"How do you know all that?" Chuck asked his voice trembling.

"Oh I know everything about you Charles Bartowski. You live with your adorable sister and her boyfriend Devin, which you happen to call Capt. Awesome. Your mother left you and your sister along at a young age and your father was never really around to begin with. You were kicked out of Stanford your fourth year by your best friend-"

"ENOUGH!" Chuck screamed infuriated. A few customers stop to stare at him, but he took no notice. He was sick of being put under this guys thumb and not doing anything about it. This creep had hurt innocent people, threatened his friends and family, and now he was toying with him for just the pleasure of it. Whether it was rage that he was feeling or the stress, something snap inside of him that gave him courage that he had lost in the past few days; and boy was it ready to go.

"What's wrong Chucky-boy?" Hampton sneered, "You sound upset."

"Yeah I am a little upset Hampton," He said into the phone calmly; not an ounce of fear in him. "I'm also a little irritated because there's this dooshbag on the line that keeps calling me chucky-boy, which make him sound like a total dumb ass by the way, and it's just starting to get on my nerves a little. I mean what if I started calling him Marky-man? That would get a little annoying wouldn't it?"

Hampton was silent for a moment, his ragged breath the only thing heard from the receiver. "Are you mocking me boy?"

"And why do you keep calling me boy. I mean it obvious that you're older than me, but come on, you still have a few good years left in you."

"Shut up! You have no idea who you're dealing with..."

"Actually Marcus, can I call you Marcus? I do. You're a grumpy, paranoid, old fart that needs to just sit down, take that pine cone out of your ass, and get a life."

"MARK ME BARKOWSKI!!" Hampton was screaming now, his rage coming out of the device in waves. Chuck had to pull the phone away from his ear. "THEY'RE DEAD!! EVERY ONE YOU EVER KNEW AND CARED ABOUT ARE DEAD!! AND WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH THEM, I'M GOING TO TEAR YOU APART!! PIECE BY PIECE!!"

"What? Chickening out on me now?" Chuck taunted, clearly not thinking. "Why don't you quit beating around the bush and come for me now? If you want to go all Jason on every body, fine, be my guest. But I have to admit, I expected a little bit more control."

"If that's your wish," Hampton snarled in a voice that usually would've terrified Chuck senseless. "No more games boy. You are mine."

"All right then nut job, I'll be sure to tell that to some one who cares. Hope you get mauled by a bear, buh-bye."

Chuck hung up before he could hear the older man's retort. He held his hand on the phone for a long minute, the conversation he had sinking in. Last night's encounter and his nightmare flashed threw his mind; reminding him of his absolute terror of Hampton. And he just told the maniac to come and get him. He called the guy a dooshbag. And he said that he hoped he got mauled by a bear.

Chuck stood there, his face white a sheet and a nervous smile plastered on his face. "I Am So Screwed."

YA!! Chapter five is complete!! I hope everyone enjoyed. This was probably my hardest but funniest chapter I had writing. Sorry it took long; I try to get six out quicker! Thanks for reading and please REVIEW!!!