A/N: Thanks so much everyone for your kind comments. Glad you are enjoying this. I'm finding action sequences quite difficult to write so hope you get what I'm trying to depict as those parts come in this and the following chapters. Please continue to review as it does inspire.

As always: Don't own Chuck...

"Hey, El? You better come out here!" Devon's shout caused Ellie to run into the living room from their bedroom.

"What's going on Devon? Is Clara alright?"

Ellie's motherly instincts were on high alert but then she saw Clara playing calmly at her father's feet. Devon was pointing at the television.

"...we do not have any other information at this time. To repeat, Flight 1094, from Honolulu to Los Angeles has disappeared in mid-flight. Officials are not commenting on what may have happened. Stay tuned…."

Devon turned the sound down as Ellie collapsed next to him gasping and crying. "Oh my God, Devon, that is Chuck and Sarah's flight. Oh please, oh please don't let anything happen to them!" Devon could only hold his wife and echo her prayers.

"Quick, Devon, call Casey to see if he knows anything." Devon pulled out his phone and hit the speed dial but the call went immediately to voicemail. He tried another number but got the same result.

"I'm sorry El, I called both John and Morgan but they didn't pick up. I'll keep trying."

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"Chuck, do you still have the app we used to communicate while I was undercover with Volkoff?"

"Sure. I think the General told me to delete it but I never did. You know me, once a nerd, always a nerd. I never saw an app I didn't try to dissect and improve."

"Great. Listen, ask to go to the bathroom. While there open the app, punch in 26##62 and send to General Beckman."

"What will that do?"

"It will open a channel to the CIA and they can track us. They might even be able to listen in assuming they still have the translation codes we used. Oh, and Chuck, be sure to silence the speaker in the phone."

"Great idea ... but ... uh, Sarah ... if you don't mind me saying this ... why don't you ask to go so you can fix your blouse and bra? It's very hard (pun intended) for me to sit here looking at you and even harder for me to know those bastards are looking too."

"Chuck, you are so sweet. I would like nothing better but it may be to our advantage to keep a little ... uh, distraction ... going through their little pea brains ... or lower."

They both smiled as Chuck began to get up. As he passed he moved his hands so they would brush up against her and she was able to press a quick kiss onto them. "Hey! Hey? Anyone in charge here?"

"Vhachu vant?" One of the mercenaries grunted. Isn't it amazing how they always use neanderthals as henchmen, Chuck thought? One movie cliche that actually seems to be true.

"I really need to go to the bathroom. I'll need my hands released ... please." Chuck made it sound really whiny so they would not take him as a threat. As far as he knew they had not been told about his minuscule part in last night's beat down in the bar and it was obvious they didn't know him as a spy.

Chuck mentally named his escort 'Boris' as he was led back to the restroom. Once inside he took care of his business before getting his phone out. It was a bit of a surprise that they had not taken away everyone's phones. Then again, the normal cell phone wouldn't be of any use in the middle of the ocean. And how many people had phones that could communicate in code with the CIA anyway? With the code Sarah gave him punched in and sent Chuck saw the app beginning to work. He made sure it was not still on the screen in case someone checked it at some point, finished up, and exited the restroom.

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"Colonel Casey? Are you there?"

"Sorry, General, he stepped out a few minutes ago and left me in charge. How can I help you?"

"Mr. Grimes. How ... nice ... to see you again. Either Chuck or Sarah has just activated a communication app we used some time ago. We will be able to track them as long as the phone holds up or until the hijackers find it. We have the location of the plane and it appears they are headed to the Cook Islands. As soon as the Colonel returns move out, head to that area and await staging instructions."

"Yes, General..." But she had already closed the connection. "Man, leave it you two to be in the middle of something sinister."

Hearing footsteps he called out, "Casey, the General just called and we are to head out to staging for going to the Cook Islands. Chuck or Sarah activated a tracking signal of some sort."

"Good job Bartowski's! Okay, Grimes, let's move out."

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"So tell me, Erin, what's the scam? What are you working on that poor sap?" O'Broghlan returned shortly after Chuck left. "Is he just a rich, spoiled brat and you are relieving him of some of his ill-gotten gains? Or is he some baddy I've never heard of?"

"Look ... my name is Sarah. It was before Spain and has been ever since. We work together and are married. I left government work several years ago when Chuck and I hooked up. Just leave him out of this. He doesn't know anything and you have no beef with him."

"Oh, but he does give me such a delicious hold over you." O'Broghlan laughed an evil little laugh that chilled Sarah to the bone. She knew all too well what evil he was capable of inflicting. "And speaking of delicious, you are showing off your wonderful assets, me dearie. Before I carve you up I will certainly enjoy sampling this lovely body of yours."

As he was saying this last sentence he leaned down and started to pull Sarah's blouse open for a better view. Chuck was just coming back into the cabin, saw his position in front of Sarah and ran to where they were. O'Broghlan looked up just in time to see Chuck sprinting toward him and the fist that was leading the way. Chuck's right fist connected firmly on O'Broghlan's cheekbone, snapping his head around and knocking him to the floor. At the same time Boris reached Chuck and hit him on the back of the head with his pistol. Sarah screamed and fell down to cover Chuck's body with hers as Boris started to take aim for another hit. O'Broghlan was now back on his feet and kicked Sarah squarely in the ribs sending her onto the floor at the foot of their seats.

"Get him up!" O'Broghlan screamed at Boris. Several other passengers were screaming now and more of O'Broghlan's henchmen ran into the cabin to keep an eye on everyone. Boris lifted Chuck easily with one hand and held him. O'Broghlan was in his face. "I told you if you did anything stupid she would pay the price! Now you get to see me put a few bruises on that pretty face." O'Broghlan kicked Sarah several more times before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her into a seat eliciting a scream of pain from her. He then slapped and punched her several times until blood was pouring from her nose and lips. "Tie him back up and keep an eye on these two. Do that once more you two and one of you will be dead! Get it?"

"Please, please, you can tie my hands up but let them be in front so I can clean Sarah up a little?"

"Fine, just try to be smart if you want to live through this."

After having his hands tied up again, this time in front, Chuck was able to pull some tissues from Sarah's bag and gently wipe the blood from her face. "Oh, baby, I am so sorry. Forgive me please. I am so sorry but I just couldn't watch him pawing at you." Chuck was sobbing through all this but Sarah, knowing her Chuck so well, understood all he was saying, both verbally and subliminally.

"Chuck," she whispered while wincing at her injuries, "it's okay, it's really okay. Thank you so much for trying to defend me. He really does punch like a weenie." They both smiled, albeit, gently through the pain. "How's your head? I only got hit with his foot and hand but you got hit with the butt of a gun."

"Well, I have a really big headache but otherwise I'm okay. I'll live," he finished, bedazzling her with a smile and eyebrow wiggle. Chuck finished cleaning her up and when he finished he also buttoned her blouse so she was covered. Distraction or not, he was done with allowing these animals to leer at his beautiful wife. He leaned in and gave her a little kiss at the side of her mouth that was not bruised and swelling. "Those views are for my eyes only," he whispered. Sarah smiled and returned the kiss as best she could.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We are preparing to land so please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts."

"I wonder where we are? Is this our final destination or just a refueling stop?"

"Let's hope our comm signal got through to the General." Chuck fastened Sarah's seat belt, "I'm sorry baby, this can't be comfortable at all. Man, what I wouldn't give for one good flash!"

"Oh, Chuck, let's not go there. This is uncomfortable but I'll be okay. Thank you for taking such good care of me."

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"Grimes, this is going to hurt a little so cross your arms over your chest and try to breath normally."

"Casey, where are we? What's going on?"

"We are about to land on an aircraft carrier. It's a rather sudden stop so relax and enjoy."

"Relax and en...? Casey, a carrier ... in the middle of the ocean ... are you crazy...? I can't do thiiiiiisssssssss!" Morgan heard the engines rev and then was thrown violently forward as the plane came to a screeching halt. His head snapped forward and then back and he knew he was dead.