Here's the next chapter! Well... things are getting a bit tense, Chuck's trying to play 'hero', and now Sarah and Casey have to go save him before he gets himself capture. Oh wait... too late for that. Btw, a few things to note in this chapter:

1. Casey put on the bulletproof vest in the van, as did Sarah (though Sarah's isn't mentioned)
2. The only reason why James gave them the real antidote because one; it was a test to see whether they could make it back in time, and two; he still had feelings for Lara.
3. The Fulcrum agents knew when Lara would die because while they still held her hostage they got one of their scientists to test her.

Disclaimer: Chuck (c) Josh Schwartz and Chris Fedak
Claimer: Everything else (c) me

Now, without furthur ado, on with the story! (btw, I think this chapter name is awesome! lol.) PLEASE R&R!

Chapter Eleven: Phase Two: Get Captured. Wait, What?!

Sarah slammed the brakes as they stopped right in front of the entrance of the opera house. She and Casey practically leaped out of the van, firearms drawn and ran into the hall in which they were there only not a few days ago. They saw Jason Wilson holding a gun to Chuck's head, and James walking out from behind one of the stage curtains. He was clapping as he saw the NSA and CIA agent burst in, a huge grin on his face.

"Good job, agents," he complimented, "I see you've decided that saving Agent Clark is more important than protecting the Intersect."

"That's not-!" Sarah began, before Casey shot her a glance and she kept her mouth shut.

Chuck looked at James on the stage. "I'm here, giving myself up. Now give Casey and Sarah the antidote to save Lara," he demanded, though he was not in the position to make demands.

He smiled, pulling out a small vial filled with green liquid. Then he tossed it over to Sarah, who caught it in her hands as Casey kept his gun trailed on Jason.

"How do we know that this is the real antidote?" Sarah accused, very suspecting of the green liquid on her hands.

James chuckled, crossing his arms. "You're just going to have to trust me," he said, "But if you really want proof, well... you can't get it. How about this? I swear on my life that the little vial that you're holding is the antidote to the poison in Dart AY-63."

Casey smirked. "What should your word mean to us? For all we know, you could be lying about this," he responded, "So what's your word suppose to mean to us?"

"That is true," Jason said, "But then again, you did bring us the Intersect. So why would we need to lie on our part of the bargain?"

"No, we did not," Casey growled, "The Intersect was a moron and came here to save Agent Clark's life."

Chuck looked at him. "You know, every time you call me a moron, it hurts inside," he informed, "Don't you care about hurting my feelings?"

"In hell," he snapped back, "Now, get back here before I hurt you."

"As you can see, Casey, he can't," James hissed, "Not while he has a gun to his head."

"So what can we do that will make you give him back?" Sarah inquired, "Do you want money? Some mode of transportation? What?"

"There's nothing we want or need. We only need him," Jason replied, "But after we remove the Intersect from his head, you choose either you want him before or after we kill him."

"Uh, how about you let me go and not kill me at all?" Chuck suggested.

Jason smirked, "Good idea." He roughly pushed him down against the ground and began firing at Sarah and Casey, who, by some miracle, managed to dodge the bullets and jumped into the rows of seats. Chuck, carefully, crawled into the rows closest to him.

James leaped down and called out, "You know, you should be hurrying over back to the hospital. Hmmm... I'd say Lara only has... 15 minutes to live? The poison should be entering her heart right about now, smothering the flames of life that still flicker."

Damn it... he did this on purpose, Chuck thought, He set the deadline close to the death time so they win. They get me, the Intersect, and they kill Lara. They're killing two birds with one stone.

"You're lying!" Casey shouted angrily, "You're lying about this!"

"Time's ticking," Jason teased.

"Shut up!" the NSA agent yelled. At that moment, both he and Sarah shot toward the Fulcrum Agents general direction.

"Chuck! Get over here!" Sarah shouted.

"Yeah, moron, get outta there and over here right this instant!" Casey added rather angrily.

The nerd quickly crawled to the NSA and CIA agents, or at least, tried to, but he ducked down as gunshots flew over him. I'm never going to another opera house ever again! He thought, It's so violent and handlers get shot and kidnapped!

"Sarah," Casey said in a low, quiet tone, "Go get Chuck. I'll cover you."

She nodded and immediately stood up and leaped over into another row while Casey covered her with a hail of gunfire into the rows of the Fulcrum agents. Surprisingly, she found herself to land behind Chuck, who yelped in surprise.

"Sarah! Sarah!" he hissed while half-freaking out, "Help me outta here! I don't wanna die!"

"Calm down, Chuck!" she said, trying to calm him down, "Come with me. We need to get back to Casey."

"We need backup here!" Casey hissed into his phone, calling for backup from the NSA.

Shots soared above him and he ducked down low, avoiding the rain of bullets. Damn... this is beginning to get a little tough, he thought.

"Come out here and face me like a man, Wilson!" Casey shouted, "Yeah I'm talking you to Jason!"

"Okay, then we'll make the agreement that it's just you and me in a one-on-one fist fight, no guns, no weapon," Jason responded.

"How the hell am I suppose to trust you after what you did to my girlfriend?" he demanded, "You stabbed her you son of a-"

"You're going to have to take our word for it," James interrupted before Casey completely lost his temper, "As you have to on the antidote. If we can prove it here, then why shouldn't the antidote be the same?"

"Okay, we're all going to stand on the count of three," Jason announced, "One, two, and three!"

Everyone abruptly stood up with their firearms pointing at each other. Only Chuck hid behind Sarah cowardly and without a gun. Odd one out, much?

"Okay, Casey," Jason said, grinning, "You and I put down out guns and we're going to have a clean fist fight."

Casey grinned, immediately dropping his gun as Jason did. Even if his brother shot at him, he was wearing a bulletproof vest. "Let's do this. I've got a score to settle with you," he hissed, throwing the first punch.

Jason blocked and counterattacked, but Casey blocked back. Punch by punch, kick by kick, both agents were evenly matched.... or were they?

Chuck was thinking on using his little trick to get Casey into his angry center that had worked before when Casey was betrayed by his old sensei, Ty Bennett. Okay, this should work, he thought. "Casey! Casey! You love me! I know you do! I love you too!" he shouted, "Admit it! You love me, John Casey!"

The fury rose in the Major's eyes, and as he made successful, direct punches, with each punch he grunted, "Keep. It. In. Your. Pants. Bartowski. Or. I'm. Going. To. Kill. You." With one last sweep, he brought Jason down, right as backup burst in.

James was surprised and immediately began to break a run for it, exiting through stage right, and doing his best to avoid capture, unlike his brother. Damn it, Jason, I'll avenge your capture somehow... he thought, his mind more focused on escaping capture.

Major John Casey pinned the younger Wilson down and handcuffed him. Then he punched him one last time, nearly knocking the man unconscious. "I'm going to make sure you get what you deserve," he hissed into the man's ear.

A low growl escaped from Jason's throat as blood flowed from his nose and the now-forming bruises could be seen on his face. "You'll pay for this, Casey, believe me. My brother will find a way to hurt you, either directly against you. Or through Lara," he threatened before a smirk crossed his face, "Speaking of which, I believe she only has about... 7 minutes left? Something like that?"

Shock was written all over Casey's face as he threw the handcuffed Fulcrum agent roughly toward the backup team leader. "Make sure he gets thrown in a federal cell. It's Jason Wilson, younger brother of James Wilson, and near-assassin of CIA agent Lara Clark," he ordered, "I've got to go save a friend of mine."

With one fleeting look at Sarah and Chuck, Team Bartowski immediately ran out of the opera house, driving back over to the hospital as soon as they could. Time was running out for a dear friend of theirs.

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Back at ICU Room 218, Director Chris Clark sat by his sister's side, clutching her hand desperately. Short black bangs hung down his face, hiding the glistening tears in his light green eyes. He was of a slight build, and he was about a few centimetres taller than Casey. He was wearing a full black suit, and he desperately clutched Lara's cold hand his own. Time was slowly ticking away as Lara's heart slowed with every beat now. It was only pulsing weakly at 23 RPMs.

He looked up at the CIA doctor. "Isn't there anything you can do?" he begged.

Mark Lawrence shook his head. "I'm afraid not. The poison has already reached her heart, so there's nothing we can do now but wait," he answered sadly. Where are Agents Casey and Walker? He thought, If they're looking for the antidote, they're too late now...

Chris looked back down at his bedridden sister before kissing her gently on the forehead. "Lara, I'm sorry I couldn't be here for you. I'm sorry I could only join you in your last moments," he apologized quietly, tears streaking down his cheeks, "I love you Sis." Then he forced a small chuckle, "Yeah, I know. This is coming from the man that's supposed to be the emotionless Director of the CIA. But I'm also an older brother that cares about their dying younger sister." He knew very well that she couldn't hear him, but he couldn't face the fact that she was about to die, even for the sake of an asset.

Damn it, I should have known that this would happen at some point in time, he scolded himself, and she's a spy, one of us. Why did I not just tell her to... like... retire from the agency? Why didn't I stop her before something like this happened? Damn it... right, she was too stubborn to retire. Said something like, 'gotta keep serving my country and doing my job, no matter that the agency can cover my whole life's plan', not to mention give me that damn convincing smile.

Director Clark laid his head down against hers, listening quietly as Lara's heart continued to give out. There were only a few moments left now.

"I'm sorry, Director," Mark apologized, feeling rather guilty that he couldn't save the agent's life.

Suddenly, Chuck, Sarah and Casey burst through the doors and Casey ran to Lara's side. He quickly looked back up at the heart rate monitor to see that it was dropping down from 15 RPMs. Quickly, he took the vial, popped off the lid, opened her mouth and poured the liquid down her throat, emptying it down to the last drop.

Moments later, her heart-line went flat, and Mark painfully looked up at the clock. "Time of death; 2:19 PM," he said quietly.

Another cliffy! (man, there's something up with me and cliffies.)

Was it too late? Is Agent Clark really gone forever? Find out in the next chapter (or perhaps even the epilogue if she DID die)!

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