A/N: Sorry this chapter is on the shorter side but does reveal the beginnings of what's going on. Thanks for all the reviews; please keep them coming. Hope you enjoy.

Despite their two weeks of bliss, Sarah and Chuck's spy skills were still honed to a razors edge, so they were instantly awake with the sound of a gun being cocked. They were tangled in Sarah's blanket as well as loose clothing but it wouldn't have mattered. A man was standing behind their seats looking down on them with a gun pointed directly at Sarah's head.

With a decidedly Irish brogue the man spoke, "Well, well, well, if it isn't Erin O'Riain. I do like the blonde look dearie, but miss all that luscious red hair. You know, I'm really disappointed you didn't recognize me last night."

Chuck was beginning to move. The gun shifted over to him. "I wouldn't do that now. I caught the act you two put on me at the Resort and I won't make that mistake again. Besides, I don't think I can miss from this distance. Now Erin, what are you doing with this bloke?"

"Sarah, do you know this man? Red hair, Sarah? Is this the guy at the bar last night?" With each sentence the pitch of Chuck's voice went higher.

"Relax, Chuck," Sarah whispered.

"Sarah ... hmmm ... no, it doesn't sound right. I guess this is your latest reincarnation?" Looking at Chuck he continued, "Indeed she does know me. Come now Erin ... you haven't told him about all the great times we had together?"

He looked very different but the raspy voice and Irish accent was as distinctive as ever. Sarah suppressed a shiver of revulsion and spoke in her calm, spy voice, "Chuck, this is Aiden O'Broghlan, a former IRA terrorist and now mercenary. He specializes in terrorizing defenseless women and children." Now the disgust in her voice was unmistakeable. "He also likes to blow up things like schools and hospitals. No good deed goes unpunished with O'Broghlan."

"Now Erin, me dearie, that's not a very nice way to introduce me."

"O'Broghlan ... Brock ..." Chuck was having a hard time wrapping his head around this one. "Sarah, did you recognize him last night?" The strange accent of last night was replaced with an Irish one and he was speaking in a fuller, albeit still raspy, voice. Chuck was gradually getting the picture and he didn't like what he was seeing.

"No, Chuck, I didn't. But there WAS a stench in the air that set my radar off when he came close. That certainly explains my reaction last night. You need to know that he's had quite a bit of reconstructive surgery."

"O'Broghlan reached around and backhanded Sarah across the mouth. "Yes indeed, Erin. And that's all because of you. That was not a very nice way to say goodbye, you know. I still owe you for that, and now for last night, too."

"Hey! You leave my wife alone!" Chuck was ready to take him on, gun or no gun.

"Chuck, don't freak out." Sarah held him tightly. "It's okay. He doesn't hit very hard."

"Do you think you should be antagonizing him that way baby," Chuck whispered?

"He may be right, Erin. I am still holding a gun on you. Or maybe I should use it on your ... husband? So, what kind of joke are you pulling on this poor sap?"

"Go to hell." Chuck and Sarah said simultaneously. And that earned Sarah another backhand across the face.

"Get over into your own seat Erin. Hey Jimmie, come over here. Lookie who it is Jimmie ... it's our dear Erin O'Riain." Jimmie just glowered as he walked over. "Tie these two up. Do his hands and both her hands and feet. Don't want her getting into any mischief." Jimmie came with zip strips and tied up Sarah's hands and feet. He noticed Sarah's open blouse and was definitely distracted. Enough so that he didn't pull the strip tight on her hands.

"Hi Jimmie. Like what you see?" Sarah used her sultry voice on him. "Or are you like your buddy Brock ... and like little boys better?"

Jimmie moved over to Chuck and yanked the strip hard on his hands.

"Ow! You think I'll have any feeling left when you take those off ... jerk?"

O'Broghlan leaned over the seat placing the gun directly against Sarah's temple. "Now you two settle down and behave. I owe you, Erin, and will enjoy carving up that pretty face. But I need to save that for later so don't do anything stupid. And as for you," looking at Chuck, "YOU try anything and SHE will suffer the consequences. Got it?"

Chuck and Sarah's eyes were locked on each other as they both nodded yes. Through their eyes they knew they were both now in spy mode but, more importantly, told each other of their love and to be patient ... they would have their chance to get free.

O'Broghlan and Jimmie left them. Once they were out of earshot Chuck asked, "Sarah, what is all this?" Despite his maturity as a spy he was showing some signs of the old, freaked out, Chuck.

"I don't know what's going on here. I do have a history with him from about two years before we met. It's a long story but essentially, I was undercover in Spain. He was running a terrorist cell trying to blow up the El Palacio del Congreso de los Diputados. I managed to stop the plot but he escaped."

"What was he talking about? He owes you? For what?"

"He was already suspicious of me and when the government forces raided the compound it confirmed that I was the mole. He was dragging me out the back of the house and I managed to stab him with one of my knives. He fell down a flight of steps and landed on a flash-bang grenade. It tore off a chunk of his face and I thought he was dead but didn't stop to check." Shaking her head she continued, "I should have made certain; that was my job. But I would probably have been killed as the house collapsed just as I ran out. I saved myself but now here he is threatening innocent people once again. Damn! He's like a cat with nine lives. That was two there ... I wonder how many more he has left?"

"Sarah ... if you hadn't escaped you would never have become my handler and we wouldn't have fallen in love and be here today or accomplished any of the great things we've done so don't beat yourself up over not taking care of him...

"Chuck, you're spiraling. Take a breath. Relax!" Sarah said with a chuckle and a dazzling smile.

"...and it was our destiny that you would get out alive and come to me so now we are here to stop him once for all." Finally Chuck stopped long enough to take a breath.

"I love how you can take the worst situation possible and turn it into a positive that leads to our coming together and falling in love. How did you ever come to be this wonderful?"

A little calmer now, Chuck continued, "It's all about you, sweetheart, all about you. The fates declared our love would be special and nothing, no Irish/Spanish terrorists, no Fulcrum or Ring, no Volkoff could possibly change that." Chuck's smile warmed Sarah right down to her toes.

The sun was beginning to rise and was shining directly into the windows across the cabin from their seats. "Hey, look, the sun. Sarah, that means we are going almost directly south. Where could we be going that is south from Hawaii? Of course, we don't know how far east we had traveled before they changed course. Any ideas?"

"Well, there are lots of little islands scattered around in the south Pacific but not many that can land a 747. I'm not sure how far we can fly without having to refuel either. I doubt we can make it to Antarctica. And why have they hijacked a plane full of vacationers from Hawaii. None of this makes any sense."

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"Colonel Casey, we have just received word that flight 1094 from Hawaii to Los Angeles left it's original flight plan and turned due south."

"General, that is Sarah and Chuck's flight home. Are we sure it's still in the air?" He didn't want to say out loud what they were both thinking but his question was to the point.

"I am well aware of that Colonel. The plane turned south before its homing beacon was turned off. But to answer your question, no, we are not sure exactly where it is at the moment or even if it is still flying. Satellites, observer drones, and the entire southern Pacific fleet are being scrambled but it may take some time to locate them. There isn't much in the south Pacific where they can land a 747 and we have to be concerned that fuel could well be a problem. Nor do we have any idea who or what is responsible for this event."

"What can I do General?"

"At this time, nothing, other than being on high alert. We will be sending all pertinent data to Castle. Once we know where they are and/or what they want, you will need to move out to affect a rescue. Seal Team 5 will be at your disposal. I am sure Sarah and Chuck will be working on this from the inside but we won't know anything until they can somehow contact us. We can not assume they will necessarily be able to help us."

"Yes, General. I will be ready. I'll call Grimes and get him on this as well."

"Do you think that wise Colonel?"

"He does have amazing resources when it comes to Bartowski. And he did prove valuable in Thailand."

"Make it so, Colonel. We will keep in touch."

"Ungh. So my two Bartowski friends, what have you gotten yourselves into now?"