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Ellie sat on the couch with Devon in deep thought, his fingers lacing threw her hair softly. The police had left hours ago, Troy and Devon telling them all they could about the vehicle that nearly mauled her down. While they were there she had answered nothing that they asked; her eyes glossed over and looking towards the floor.

The police had asked Devon if she had made any of her patients or the patient's family upset, or had any old enemies. Devon had laughed at the thought, Ellie being one of the most caring and nurturing doctors in that hospital. Their friend Troy had agreed with him, saying that everyone in the office loved Ellie and wouldn't do a thing to hurt her.

The officers thought that woman's silence told otherwise. When stating their doubt, she finally looked up at them, giving them a glare that even made Devon nervous. They had left quickly after that, followed by the two doctors' friend, who told them he checked by tomorrow morning.

Ellie was barely listened to Devon's words of reassurance, or felt his hand brush her hair carefully. Her mind was somewhere else entirely.

Nearly being killed had scared her half to death, and the fact that some one actually intended to hit her made her feel even worse. But that's not what was bothering her at the moment.

Be careful, okay. That's what Chuck had said early this morning before she left, clearly worried about her safety. Ellie wasn't stupid either; she knew there was no way that his cheek would have had a bruise that big from a fall. No, something else happened last night that he wasn't telling her, which didn't surprise her at all. Chuck had been keeping so many secrets from her lately that she was used to it by now, knowing that he would tell her the truth in time.

But whatever happened to him recently was something serious. And that something was the reason for her attempted murder today. Ellie didn't know why she believes that so thoroughly, but she knew in her heart that something horrible had happened to her little brother.

Chuck is in serious danger, she thought, her heart full of sickening dread. Calling Morgan had confirmed it. Chuck's best friend was sure he was with his girlfriend Sarah, but deep down she knew that wasn't true either. Ellie bit her lip nervously, not noticing that Devon had left her alone, answering her cell phone that she was ignoring.

"Hon?" he whispered warmly in her ear, his voice full of concern. She looked towards him, her eyes darting across his face nervously. "That was Morgan. He said he ran into Sarah and John. Apparently Chuck's helping them with something, and he said John promised they'd be back late tonight."

Ellie looked away, feeling tears fall uncontrollably. Devon went into immediate action. He hopped over the couch and pulled her into him, rubbing her back affectionately.

"Shhh…Ellie…its okay. I'm not going to leave you. Don't worry." He said lovingly, "And Chuck will be back soon…Shhh…"

Ellie bit back a large sob, burying her head into Devon's muscular shoulder. Because that was exactly what she was worried about. Something told her that he wasn't coming back at all.

Chuck's feet pounded loudly across the pavement, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He kept his head forward, afraid to see how close his killer was from him. His focus was on the condemned wooden building a few feet away, sending the feeling of doom down into the pit of his stomach.

He heard a shot fired from behind him. Something wiz past his head feeling a sharp sting glaze the side of his face. Chuck flinched away, whipping around before he could stop himself. Hampton had stopped his progression towards the boy, that simple, sadistic grin edge onto his face. His gun was held in front of him.

"Hmm, it's seems my aim is a little off, but a least I caused some damage."

Chuck's hand shook as he lifted it to the stinging wound on his face. His fingers touched it gingerly and pulled them back; blood covering them.

His terror filled eyes locked with the older man's. He took a step backwards, studying the man's face. It was smeared with blood, his nose bruising and swelling; damaging his once handsome face. And though Hampton was smiling, his bright blue eyes were cold with rage; his sights on him. Chuck shivered.

"What are you waiting for Chucky-boy?" Hampton breathed, his eyes filled with sick delight. "Run."

His voice sent a jolt of pure terror through Chuck. He turned back around and barreled towards the building, hearing Hampton's dark laugh behind him, filling the night air.

In a moment he reached the warehouse, and catching the old swaying door, Chuck pushed it open as hard as he could, revealing the dark insides of the rickety building. Boxes were stacked everywhere, in high, unstable towers. They were lined up in many rows, leading towards the back, which was concealed by blackness. Some light shown threw the small windows high above him, revealing a deck suspended high above him.

If I can get on that deck, Chuck thought wiping the sweat away from his forehead, looking around for a ladder, maybe I can break a window and get the hell out of here.

He ran inside, darting behind one of the boxes and caught his breath. Chuck felt cold in the warm, stuffy building; wrapping his arms around him. His newest cut on his face stung as blood mixed with his sweat. Every part of him was aching. A ragged breath escaped his lips as his slumped down into the floor, burying his head in his knees.

"Casey…Sarah..." he whimpered, looking like a small, scared child, "I need you..." he choked back a sob, "help..."

Chuck heard the doors crash open, sending a tremor of shivers down his spine. He heard them being closed soon after, a strange click following afterwards.

"There," Hampton's voiced echoed into the dark storage room, "Now we have the place to our self; just me and you Chucky-boy."

When his only response was silence, the older man shook his head and laughed, walking in the direction to where chuck was hiding.

"So were playing games now are we Mr. Bartowski?" his playful voice, went hard. "I'm not much for games. I always tend to get a little…carried away..."

Bang!

Chuck made his body as small as possible as the bullet connected with one of the boxes two rows down from him, sending a few toppling down. His heart felt like it was going to exploded out of his chest. He looked up to see Hampton a few feet away, the man seeing him as well. He smiled.

Bang!

Chuck was able to move in time to dodge another one of the bullets, accidentally kicking some boxes and sending them down. He heard the older man curse as he dodge the fall, rolling back into one of the isles. Chuck stood, his knees barely able to support him.

The boxes, thank god, blocked Hampton's path. Chuck used this as a chance to move, hoping that it would give him some time to find another hiding place.

Unfortunately it didn't.

Hampton caught sight of Chuck out of the corner of his eye, running towards him and sending another bullet his way. The young man dodged it, sending himself onto the floor. He scrambled back up quickly, hearing the older man advance towards him.

Chuck ran as fast as his could threw the paths, trying to lose the older man. He thanked god for his skinny form, which gave him an advantage against Hampton, slipping through small gaps in between the rows of boxes, making it harder for the older, leaner man to keep up. Chuck actually started to feel some hoped surge back into him. As long as he kept the man at bay, maybe; just maybe, he could find another exit and get out of here.

Unfortunately for Chuck, Hampton was getting angrier and angrier every time he'd lose sight of the young man, or missed him with a bullet. The older man ground his teeth in frustration.

"WHERE ARE YOU BARTOWSKI!!!" he roared pulling the trigger of his gun forcibly, sending a bullet in the complete opposite direction of where Chuck was. Despite the situation, Chuck actually smiled.

"Getting a little antsy Hampton?" Chuck said, immediately regretting it, Hampton whirling towards his voice and sprinted after it, causing the younger man to run again.

Okay Chuck, here's a mental note: crude remarks are not helpful during this situation.

Chuck ducked around another corner, a bullet coming extremely close to his leg. He looked around panicky, searching for a hiding place. He had to rest, his energy was quickly leaving him, and he knew he couldn't run on adrenaline alone.

As if a miracle appeared, Chuck found what he was looking for. Down one of the rows was a box stacked up to where the top was sideways; one of the lids slightly opened. Chuck prayed as he raced towards it that nothing or something small occupied it and pulled back the cardboard. He sighed with relief. Apparently all that was in here was long gone, probably stolen. For one time in his life he was happy of thievery, climbing inside it carefully and pulling it closed before Hampton spotted him.

The instant after he closed himself in, Hampton marched down the isle, his gun still in hand. Chuck closed his eyes, hoping that if he couldn't see the man, the man wouldn't see him. But that was just childish thinking.

He heard Hampton snicker, chilling Chuck's spine.

"This is truly pathetic Chuck," he said inching ever so closer to Chuck's hiding place. "Why must you try to prolong the inevitable? There is no denying what's going to happen. You will die here tonight; and I will be the one to kill you."

Chuck bit his bottom lip and inched further inside the box. Hampton's footsteps were so close now.

"You think hiding from me will keep you safe?" he laughed, standing right in front of the box that Chuck was in. "Do you actually think if you waited this out, bought some time, that some one would come and rescue you?" Hampton's harsh laugh flooded into Chuck's ears. "It could possibly had happened…if your beautiful little savior wasn't lying in a pool of her own blood-"

Hampton wasn't able to finish his sentence. For when the older man mentioned Sarah, the sadness and rage that Chuck felt in his heart took over his senses. He shot out of the box, and for the second time this night, tackled Hampton down.

Hampton fell backwards into the boxes, his body breaking the cardboard and falling into it, sending everything above it to the ground. Hampton screamed in rage and reached out for Chuck who jumped backwards from him, missing the boxes within inches. Chuck closed his eyes as the boxes covered Hampton's body, the older man's surprised cries being muffled.

He stood there for what seemed like hours, praying that the terrorist wouldn't try to come back up; that the man was dead.

The pile of wreckage was still.

Chuck let out the breath he was holding. "Thank God."

"Are we close Casey?" Sarah said hovering over her seat, ready to jump out of the car once it slowed. Casey foot was all the way down on the gas, zooming down the highway. He looked down at the tractor.

"We got just a few more miles. Damn, Hampton sure drove a hell of a ways."

Sarah looked back in the side mirror. About four black vehicles, two police cars and an ambulance were following them, lights blazing.

She looked back towards the front.

"Just hold on Chuck…"

Chuck walked slowly away from the scene, never taking his eyes off the deadly pile. He wanted, with every fiber of his being, for that man to be dead. He was absolute insane. He killed people. He killed Sarah. He deserved to rot in hell.

"I need to get out of here." He sighed finally turning his gaze away.

After he rounded the corner, he let his gaze wonder, his footstep filling the eerie silence. He wasn't sure exactly where he was, but he kept walking forward. After about a minute, his saw something ahead of him that made his heart leap.

It was the door he had entered through, a chain wrapped tightly around it. But that's not what excited Chuck. A little wise away from it, hidden in the shadows, was the outlining of a staircase; a staircase leading up to the deck.

And his way out of here.

"YES!!" Chuck pumped his fist into the air. "Man, I wished I would have noticed it sooner." and ran towards it.

He would climb up the stairs, he'd break the window, and he'd get the hell out of this place. He was going to make it. Thank god… he was going to make it!

But that plan was shattered immediately as a loud bang erupted from behind, a horrible, fiery pain exploding from his hip. Chuck fell to the ground in shock, pain controlling all his senses. Tears filled his eyes as he let out some small gasps, trying to hold back another scream.

Chuck held himself up on one knee, panting heavily. He felt a sick dread, turning his head slowly around, knowing exactly who fired the shot.

His stomach went hollow.

Hampton was standing a few feet away, absolutely furious. He threw the gun to the side; apparently out of bullets, and marched towards him menacingly.

Chuck tried to stand back up, but was unable to, as pain shot through his right leg. He was about to fall back down when he felt a strong arm grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him up.

Before Chuck could react, he felt a muscled hand hit him square in the stomach, driving the air out of him. A knee then connected with his chin, sending his face up into Hampton's awaiting fist. Chuck's body then crashed into the ground.

Chuck gasped desperately for air, tasting blood in his mouth. It hurt for him to breathe. He could barely feel his face; just a numb, dull pain. At least it took the attention away from the pain in his hip, blood from the wound soaking his work pants.

Chuck's breath hitched up as tears fell from his eyes. "Those…boxes…" Chuck breathed, not even bothering to look up. He knew the man was standing over him, with his sadistic, calm smile. He heard Hampton laugh as the man's voice came close to Chuck's ear.

"Were empty." Answering the question. "They all are. I only use this place for quick, quiet meeting. The boxes are just for show. If some one happened to stumble in here and it was unoccupied, that would look strange wouldn't it?"

Hampton sent his foot hard into the boy's back, Chuck biting back a scream. He then sent another kick into his midsection and driving all possible air out of him. It felt like he was being hit with a sledge hammer, every blow more powerful and painful than the next. The man landed two more swift hits square on Chuck's back before he stopped.

"And here I thought you were a screamer," Hampton sighed, rolling Chuck onto his stomach with the toe of his shoe. "Come on Chucky-boy," he taunted, enjoying himself immensely, "Just one scream. That's not too much to ask now is it?"

"Screw…you." Chuck said threw clenched teeth. The pain was unbearable, but he wouldn't let Hampton have the satisfaction of knowing it.

"Tsk, tsk, I see you can still be a little smart ass." The older man placed his foot lightly over Chuck's hand. "Well then, I guess we'll take this up a notch!" In one swift moment, Hampton lifted is foot and brought it down as hard as he could.

The sound of Chuck's hand bone shattering was drowned out by his agonizing scream. It hurt. It hurt so bad. There wasn't one part of him that wasn't in pain. He didn't know how much longer he could take this.

CASEY! SARAH!

Hampton smiled down wickedly at the crumpled form before him, pleased with the damaged he caused. The boy had curled him self into a ball, holding his shattered hand to close. Hampton barked out a dark laugh. "There we go! You just needed a little motivation, didn't you boy?"

Hampton bent down towards Chuck, grabbing his chin and forcing it upward; brown eyes meeting his blue.

"You're beginning to understand now," Hampton said in a low voice, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly, "that you should have never had mess with me boy. If you would have been a good little nerd and kept to yourself, you wouldn't be in this predicament."

Chuck looked him straight in the eye, "I…I wasn't going…to let innocent…people die…because you were looking to make…a quick buck." This earned him a slap on the face, a searing pain left on his bandaged cheek.

"Heroism isn't very becoming on you Chuck." Hampton's voice was hard, his grip on Chuck's chin tightening. "You do realize all those people lost their homes, because of you. Your best friend and sister were hurt, because of you. And worst of all, your beautiful little girlfriend is dead now. All. Because. Of. You."

"SHUT UP!" Chuck yelled, though it was more of a raspy growl. But he knew it was true. Hampton did as well. Unwanted tears spilled down his cheek, his eyes avoiding the older man.

Hampton smile grew wilder as he saw held the now completely broken boy in his hands, his work accomplished. But this was too much fun to end it now. Oh yes, there was still many more ways to inflect damage on the young man.

Chuck felt the man's grasp on his chin go; his head going limp like the rest of his body. He knew there was more pain in store; that there was no way this maniac was done with him. Not by a long shot. He let his eyes focus on the simple watch that he wore on his wrist, remembering with a mixture of happiness and regret that Sarah had given it to him.

Something in his mind click just then; his eyes snapping open in disbelief. This watch was given to him not as a gift, but as a tool for Casey and Sarah; so they could track him if something happened.

Casey knew where he was. Casey knew where he was and was coming to save him.

Without realizing it, a smile had formed on Chuck's face, a small laugh of shock leaving his bloody, swollen lips.

This didn't go unnoticed by Hampton.

"There coming…" Chuck whispered, feeling hope raise in him.

Hampton, frustrated and confused, grabbed him by his shirt and hauled him up to his feet.

"Whose coming Bartowski?"

Chuck stared down at his watch, a smile still on his face. "Help is."

Hampton looked down at the watch, and in one swift movement, tore it off of him, throwing him back onto the ground. Chuck hissed in pain as he landed on his side, where it was hit by a bullet. He looked back at Hampton who had broke open the watch and was studying it, rage slowly edging into his features.

Chuck tried to scoot slowly away from the man, his injured body crying out in protest. Hampton finally lifted his gaze away from the watch, his usually bright eyes going abnormally dark. He crushed the device into his fist, letting the crumpled pieces fall onto the floor as he stepped toward the young man dangerously.

"A tracking device?" Hampton asked dangerously low. Chuck started to scoot away faster, his body hitting the wall; pinning him there.

"So you think you're saved now do you?" Hampton started to yell, towering over Chuck, he eyes flashing violently. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up to where their faces were an inch apart. "You won't be alive by the time they get here."

"I SEE HIS VEHICLE!!!!" Sarah yelled, pointing at the black SUV a few yards away. Casey didn't hesitate to speed up, the car lurching forward violently.

"It says he inside that warehouse." Casey said making a sharp right turn, the wooden building in sight. In seconds they were screeching to a stop beside his SUV, there Calvary following in pursuit. Casey and Sarah were like blurs as they leaped from there vehicle; barreling towards the warehouse.

"Alright Walker, you get Chuck." Casey said, taking the safety off his gun, "I'll take the pleasure of taking down Hampton."

Sarah nodded, both of them almost to the building. "What about the rest?"

"They've been ordered to check the surrounding area. Just in case..."

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence." Sarah glared, praying to God that they find Chuck alive.

The two agents reached the warehouse, skidding to a stop at the door.

"Do you get the pleasure or I?" Casey asked motioning towards the door. Sarah cocked her gun, holding it in front of her.

"Be my guest."

Casey smiled, and with one swift motion, kick the door right off its hinges, a loud bang echoing through the building.

Hampton threw Chuck up against the wall, his feet barely touching the ground. His large hands circled around the kid's throat, tightening his grip around it. Chuck's eyes went wide as breathing became impossible. He struggled furiously in Hampton's grip, his hand clawing at his. Hampton threw him back against the wall, Chuck's head connecting with the wall, sending a sharp pain down his spine.

That last hit knock all the energy out of him. Chuck's vision began to blur as he let his hands fall down to his sides, his lungs screaming for air. He just couldn't fight anymore. His head felt heavy as darkness started to edge his vision.

Hampton smiled up at him, squeezing the last bit of life out of the boy. "Good bye Chuck Bartowski."

BANG!!

The sound of the door barreling into the warehouse alerted Hampton; his grip on Chuck slackening. He sucked in precious air, the pain in his lungs lessening. His body was still too weak to move, but his vision became clearer, and Chuck noticed the confusion and dread edge into Hampton's features.

"It seems…" Hampton whispered, his dark eyes burrowing into Chuck's, "We have company."

Casey entered the building first, his gun held firmly in front of him and Sarah scanned the area around them, her weapon following her eyes. The two agents progressed further in, until Casey stop in his tracks, holding his arm out in front of Sarah.

Her heart stopped.

"Don't panic Walker." Casey said, taking in a sickening breath.

About six feet away from where they were standing, leading down one of the many rows, was a trail of blood.

"CHUCK!!" Sarah screamed in terror, her hand flying to her mouth. Chuck's head snapped up, not believing what he heard. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be.

"Sarah..." he choked out, a tear rolling down his cheek. Hampton let go of him, sending Chuck crashing hard onto the ground. He reached around his back, pulling out another gun. Chuck stared at it in horror.

Hampton smiled down at him. "First rule of business chucky-boy, always come prepared."

Sarah was pulled out of her horror induced trance when a bullet shot pasted her, nearly catching her ear. Casey grabbed her arm and drew her back into one of the isles, missing another shot.

"Well, well, look who dropped by." Hampton's voice echoed. "I see our young lady friend made it out all right after all. Pity, it was so much fun rubbing your death into Chuck's face."

"GO TO HELL!!" Sarah yelled, reckless with anger. Casey had to hold her back, though he was wanting more and more to break this guy's neck with each word he said.

"Where is he Hampton?" Casey snarled moving carefully down the isles, trying to locate the man threw the massive rows. Sarah was doing the same, only looking for her friend instead.

"Bartowski? Oh there's no reason for you to worry about him. You two will be joining him soon."

Casey felt his stomach knot together, knowing Walker was probably in worse shape. "If you hurt him Hampton, I swear to god-"

A bullet whizzed towards him, Casey dodging it not a moment too soon. He rolled away, catching Hampton out of the corner of his eye. He shot at the man, who dove back behind another row, and out of sight.

"Dammit!"

Chuck watched Hampton as he taunted his friends and finally walked away from him and down another isle. He started to crawl slowly away from the wall, hoping to locate Sarah or Casey. Every time he moved, his body wracked with pain. But he had to keep moving. He had to find his friends.

Gun shots were heard every now and then. Chuck, moving slowly across the ground, feared for the two agents. Though it was two to one, Hampton knew this layout better than anyone, and that gave him an advantage. He just prayed that they found him, before Hampton did.

Sarah slunk down, a bullet flying passed her head. She let out a shaking breath, seeing John in the row across from her. She cocked her gun again.

"Put down your gun sweetie..." Hampton's said beside her, feeling barrel of his gun on the back of her head. Her heart stop for a minute, and cursing herself she dropped her gun, Hampton kicking it away from her.

Chuck stopped his movements as he heard something skid towards him. He flinched away, expecting pain of some sorts, but was surprised when he felt cool metal brush against his fingers.

Hampton looked up at Casey, who noticed Walker's predicament. "You too." He growled, making Sarah stand up and walk into the middle of the room. Casey did as he was told, failure washing over him. He stood slowly as he walked toward them, standing by his partner.

Hampton walked backwards, his gun trained on both agents. He smiled.

"It seems Chucky-boy!" he yelled into the air with delight. "Your two helpers are now as helpless as you. Tell me, would you like to say goodbye before I put a bullet in both there heads?"

"You're not going touch them…" Chuck said in a low rasp as he limped into view, Sarah's gun in his hands, pointing it towards Hampton.

Casey and Sarah both look at Chuck in pure horror, taking in his battered body. His face was covered with bruises, along with his neck. His lip was swollen, along with his right hand, which a sick purple color. They also noticed his injured hip, blood soaking the area around a bullet hole. He was barely standing as well, his legs shaking beneath him.

Hampton smiled, moving his gun to Chuck.

"You expect me to actually be afraid?! You won't shoot me, you can barely stand!"

Chuck stepped forward, biting back the pain the coursed threw him, making his vision blurry.

"Bartowski…get the hell out of here." Casey said, noticing the injured boy sway.

Chuck shook his head, aiming the gun higher.

"This is pathetic," Hampton sighed, pointing the gun away from him and to the others, "I told you before Chuck, heroism isn't becoming on you." He pointed the gun a Sarah, seeing Chuck's eyes widen. "You just end up getting other's hurt."

The sound of a gun shot filled the silence.

Hampton's face crumpled, feeling a pain down by his stomach. He looked down to see blood gushing from the small wound. He looked back up, noticing Chuck's trembling hand dropped the gun. The terrorist let a snarl, his face going paper white.

"You'll pay for that..." Hampton breathed out, raising his gun and pointing it straight at Chuck's head.

Casey was quicker than Hampton. He dove down and retrieved Sarah's fallen gun. He fired it at Hampton, hitting him right between the eyes. The man let out a small surprised gasp, and crumpled to the floor; a permanent scowl still edge into his face.

Chuck fell to his knees at the sight, trembling violently. Sarah was at his side in an instant, her hands cupping his injured face gently.

"Chuck..." she said, choking back a sob. "Chuck, are you okay?"

Chuck looked into her eyes, his shaky hands reaching up and holding hers. He gave her a small smile. "I am now," and then he passed out, his head falling into her lap.

"Chuck!!"

"Dammit Bartowski." Casey said, picking him up gently and cradling him into his arms. He looked down at Chuck's battered form, cursing silently "Jesus Christ, Hampton sure did a number on him."

Sarah nodded, looking over at his dead body lying on the ground. "I hope he rots in hell."

"You're not the only one." Casey sighed walking towards the door.

"He was wrong though." Sarah said causing Casey to stop. He raised his eyebrow at her.

"About what?"

Sarah walked towards them, running her hand lovingly threw Chuck's dirty, matted, brown hair. "About Chuck. Heroism is very becoming on him."

HOORAY!!! Another chapter down! I hope you guy enjoy this one, it was obviously my longest one. Sorry that this chapter was a little intense, what with the beatings and shooting, but like writing it…..not that I like hurting Chuck…it's just Hampton was insane and I wanted to portray that…hope I did a good job, must most of all I hope you like it and please review!!