So something really interesting must have happened in Chuck huh? Alright, alright! I'm sorry I went on the freaking rant and then sorta stopped writing this story, I was just kidding around! Sheesh, readers…bullies. Just kidding, just kidding, but seriously, there were other reasons that I stopped righting. Like I started high school for one and I have a schedule full of rigorous classes not to mention volunteer work, working on my script, the unavoidable shopping, straightening my hair with protectent I'm not allergic to, color guard performances, traveling, and going on dates with my boyfriend whom I've apparently been avoiding, visiting the chiropractor, approving a get-fit club, choreographing, and reading four books. Phew, busy busy bee I have been. Any way, aside for all of that, I will come back to writing on one condition: it won't be quite so often. I will however try to fit it in whenever I get the chance because this is actually my personal favorite story :3

"Put your hands in the air" Sarah yelled, gun pointed, hair back and her professional look on.

Gabriel looked like a little kid that had just been caught stealing cookies out of cookie jar at one in the morning. His hands were in the air in a second and behind his head in another. This was not a position he hadn't been put in before, but it was probably the first time he had actually followed the instructions given to him. Chuck, on the other hand, was now running towards the woman with a gun and flailing his arms like a bird that was on fire.

"Wait wait wait!" He was yelling, moving in front of the gun pointed at the man he had called the police on. So Sarah worked for the police? Or something else.

"Chuck, what are you doing?" she said in an angry but loving voice as she stepped to the side to get a better shot at the dangerous man holding her lover captive. But how did she know that Chuck was in need of help? I never saw him even reach for the phone. He couldn't have possibly called anyone while I was changing, so how did she know?

Now a man entered the room, also wielding a gun and stomping quickly and pointedly at one target.

"Get down on the ground!" said a familiar booming voice. The man held the gun steadily aimed at Gabriel head that swirled as he tried to fit the pieces of the puzzle back together. Had he met him somewhere before? Everything was so confusing: people threatening to kill him, everyone arguing, a girl that was more than a just some cop, but something that he didn't fully comprehend, and suddenly Gabriel controlled nothing. Then he realized that this was probably how every person he had ever killed felt before they died. Lost, confused; and completely out of control. For a moment, he wished that the man would just make that swift movement, that small squeeze of a finger…

But the man with his loud voice and angry stare did not pull the trigger to welcome Gabriel into the warm comfort of death. He instead put a gruff hand on his arms as he locked on a pair of metal chains. Clink. Clink. The old scars on his wrist felt a familiar icy hardness as they greeted again a friend they had spent many months with. He was then dragged gruffly toward the door. The more he thought about it, Gabriel realized death would have been too easy. Chuck stopped arguing with Sarah for a moment when he noticed someone hauling Gabriel out the door.

"Casey! Casey, stop, where are you going!"

"To the car where does it look like I'm going."

There was a beeping and the so called "Casey" stopped with a jerk to press a button on his watch. Gabriel studied the watch. It wasn't one he had seen before, or knew anything about. Or maybe he just didn't remember anymore.

"Casey here-"said the man to no one. "What? –" he must have been talking on a head set, but that would mean the connection must have been in his watch, "Are you sure?" that must have been how Chuck contacted these people in the first place. "Alright." Was Chuck part of the FBI?

Casey reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. He aimed it at Gabriel and fired. Then everything went black. Again.

Chuck

"YOU SHOT HIM!" Chuck screamed, looking at the now lifeless body of the friend he had promised to help.

"Correction, I tranquilized him," said Casey smugly, dragging Sylar's limp body back into the Sarah's room.

Sarah was walking out the door, but stopped when she saw Casey dragging a body through it with Chuck jumping at his heels. She stared at them in confusion.

"What happened?"

"Casey shot him!" cried Chuck.

"What?" Sarah demanded to Casey.

"He was classified as dangerous and known to get out of any police situation, usually leaving no survivors to tell the tale," Casey said stiffly, setting the on the ground inside the apartment.

"Well you could at least put him on the sofa!" Chuck whinnied.

"You want him on the sofa? Be my guest," Casey said stepping away and motioning for Chuck to take the lead. Chuck stared at the broad shouldered, muscular, slightly-shorter-than-him man lying on the ground at their feet. Sarah scowled.

"Chuck, why would you press the button if it wasn't an absolute emergency?" Sarah asked in a prodding tone. Chuck turned to her anxiously.

"But it was an emergency! I mean it's not anymore-"

"Now that we neutralized it," grumbled Casey.

"Well you didn't have to neutralize him!" Chuck yelled desperately.