A/N: here's today's installment. Hope you enjoy. By the way, I don't know how to write an Irish accent so you have to imagine it when O'Broghlan is speaking. Really enjoying your comments so please continue to let me know what you think. Away we go...

(Still don't own Chuck ... have nothing of value so don't bother suing.)

Casey arrived back on the Reagan and immediately went to Morgan. "Hey, Grimes. What do we have on that plane?"

"Chuck's phone comm link has gone dead but we do have radar contact. They have headed north northeast. Assuming they got a full fuel load it is almost impossible to predict where they are headed right now."

"Okay, we need to get back to LA so we can stage out from there. Grab your gear."

"Oh boy ... gonna get my neck snapped again. I'm gonna need a chiropractor. Will the CIA pay for that, Casey? Casey?" But Casey was already heading to the flight deck.

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Between the exhaustion of all that had happened in the last 36 hours and the drone of the engines, Sarah fell asleep shortly after take off. In her dreams she kept seeing Chuck falling away from her from a very great height. He begged her to save him but she couldn't move.

She hadn't slept long but Sarah woke up with her heart pounding from the fear in the dream. She got an even bigger shock when she realized O'Broghlan was sitting in front of her, just staring at her lustfully. "EWWWWW. What an awful way to wake up. Get out of my face you..."

"Now, now, Erin, me dearie. That's no way to act with your old boyfriend."

"You were never my 'boyfriend.' You were just a mark that, unfortunately, I didn't kill when I had the chance."

O'Broghlan pulled back his hand to hit her again and Sarah flinched slightly. "Hah ... your geeky friend has made you soft O'Riain. You would never have flinched back in Spain."

He took his gun out and stroked it along her cheek and down her neck. Sarah tried to pull away but didn't have any way to move out of reach. "You are such a beauty. It's going to be such a shame to mess that all up."

"Go to hell. O'Broghlan. If you're going to do it, then do it. I'm tired of listening to you gabbing about it." Sarah smirked as she thought about Casey saying those same words.

"Too bad your little boy toy isn't here. I would love to make him watch while I do you, dearie. Then he could watch your beautiful face turned into jello." Laughing, O'Broghlan got up and walked away.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief that he was gone for the time being. Quietly she said, "So glad you aren't here, Chuck, to see this. But I do miss you. At least you are safe … it was just a dream. I love you so."

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"Ellie, have you been up all night?" Devon had just come into the kitchen to start breakfast. He had been shocked when he woke up and Ellie was not there.

"Yes, honey. I've just about worn out the remote switching from channel to channel to see if there is anything new. I've also called the airline every 30 minutes or so but they aren't talking at all. To top it all off, Casey and Morgan aren't picking up their phones either. Damn! I feel so helpless."

Ellie was talking a mile a minute which Devon knew was bad news. He knew she would take off anyone's head who so much as crossed her in any way today. "Honey, I think we better call off work today."

"Already done for me. But you go in anyway. Nothing you can do here."

"Nope. I'm not leaving you until we know something more."

As they embraced Ellie whispered, "You are so good to me. Good thing we are in love."

All Devon could do was hold her and pray that Chuck and Sarah would find a way to contact them … and soon.

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Chuck's head was now through the hatch but it was a tight squeeze for his shoulders. He was trying to pull himself through when he felt the wheels begin to push on his feet. Using this extra leverage he pushed, pulled and wiggled his way through the opening. Just as he got through the wheels came into contact with the hatch hanging down and mangled it completely. Oh my God, he thought, that would have crushed me completely. "Thank you Casey, thank you Casey," he exclaimed aloud. "I'm here, Sarah. I'm coming for you. Hang on my love."

But now that raised the next problem. Where was he and how could he get up into the rest of the plane. "I can't believe I'm going to say this but what I wouldn't give for one little flash." Chuckling, he stood up and ... CRACK! ... smacked his head hard, bringing shooting stars and tears to his eyes. Grimacing, he clutched his head and groaned, "Well, no headroom here. Should have thought of that." Now staying on his hands and knees he tried to feel around the completely dark compartment. He didn't know what he was feeling for but he couldn't just sit there doing nothing. He had almost given up when he hit a switch and a small light popped on. He was in a small area that was long, narrow and low. He was at one end and, seeing no way out, began to crawl along the compartment. Lots of electrical conduit and what he assumed were fuel lines ran along the walls and ceiling. Surely there was another access hatch besides the one in the wheel well.

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"I don't know if we can make it that far. We didn't get a full fuel load. Look, I'm sorry but security forces were closing in; we had to leave. I don't know where they came from. No. I have one hostage, ten of my crew plus the flight crew. Listen, asshole, I'm the one out here in the field, as it were, and having to make the snap decisions. It's easy for you to sit in your cushy office and make demands. I'll let you know once we get a fuel estimate. Good bye."

O'Broghlan was furious. He didn't care how important his boss was, he didn't have to make the operational decisions out here. They were all wimps with manicured nails and coifed hair and they couldn't do what he did. Who did he think he was talking to? I'm the best there is; he hired me to do the job because I'm the best. Now he needs to butt out and let me get it done.

I should go down and take my frustrations out on the bitch. That would be sweet. How could she have ended up on this flight of all those leaving Hawaii? And how did she manage to screw up the mission like this? No ... I'll wait ... I want to use her to celebrate once we've dropped our little present on the world.

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Chuck found the access panel about half way down the compartment. He had to contort his long frame into a shape he wasn't sure he would ever get out of but finally made it through. Now he was in one of the cargo holds. It looked just like the one from his first solo spy mission.

There were the usual shelves full of suitcases and bags, all held in with straps. At the far end was a large wooden crate. Wondering what that could be Chuck walked down to the box while looking for something to use to pry it open. "I wonder if this is what the hijacking is all about?"

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"Morgan, relax. It isn't that bad. Remember..."

"I know, I know, just breath naturallllllyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Morgan's words became a scream as the plane was catapulted off the carrier's flight deck."

Casey just laughed and laughed. "Wait 'til I tell Alex about your little girl screams! Just like Bartowski."

Once they were in stable flight Casey asked Morgan to get out his satellite phone and contact General Beckman. After a short conversation he hung up. "She says the plane has turned north along the South American coast. It could continue all the way up to California or veer off to anywhere. We are in the dark right now unless Chuck or Sarah can get their comm apps back up and working."

"Damn," was all Casey had to say about that!

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Chuck found a long pry bar fastened to one wall near the crate. Apparently it was used to push heavy objects into place in the hold. Using this he was able to get the top loose at one end and was working on the other end when he heard a strange noise. Looking around he realized the elevator was coming down to the hold. Oh, no, not this again, he thought, while quickly looking for a hiding place. At least there was no coffin this time.

"Can you believe he sent us down here? Who's he think is going to be down here? I think he's lost it and I am not going to die for that bastard."

"Well, you better not let him hear you say that. He's crazy enough to off you himself. And what's up with the blonde?"

"I don't know but she is hot! Wonder if he's already had her? Sure hope we'll get a shot at her too!"

"Excuse me gentlemen, that's my wife you are talking about and I don't like!" They both jumped as Chuck stepped out from behind a rack of luggage and slammed first one and then the other with the crowbar. "Well, that was easy. You guys just aren't very good are you?"

Chuck quickly tied up the smaller guard and then stripped the other one of his uniform. It fit him pretty well all in all. A little tight across the chest but okay otherwise. He then tied that guard up as well. He gagged them in case they should come to and start hollering. Then it was back to work on the crate. The lid came off and Chuck looked inside. There was a horizontal central chamber that appeared empty and two vertical cylinders, one on each end. The left cylinder contained a green liquid and the right had blue liquid. Well, that's not good, he thought. Colored liquids always seemed to be trouble in the spy world. Tubing connected the vertical cylinders to the center one. Again, my kingdom for a flash, Chuck thought.

There was nothing else to be seen in the crate so Chuck headed to the elevator. It was time to find Sarah and put an end to this madness. I'm coming, my love, he thought. Together we are invincible.