Chapter 9

For the millionth time, Sarah tried to scream. Her throat was tremendously sore, she hadn't seen the harsh light of day in hours, or maybe even longer? She was uncomfortable beyond belief, but in comparison with the fact that they had just taken Chuck, this was a breeze. Every time she heard a noise her heart would catapult into her throat.

She heard the gentle slam of the front door and the thud of footsteps echoing from the hallway, she heard Morgan whistling, she recognised that whistling, she heard it every morning. She started to try and move her limbs, she attempted to shout but all she could do was make a soft humming noise.

Morgan walked past Chuck's bedroom, what was that noise? He stood in the doorway, tilting his head towards the noise. Was he imagining things? It seemed to be coming from under the bed, he took a step closer. Mustering all of his courage, he looked under it. Nothing. Well, with all the spies lurking around, one has to be on high alert for all signs of danger.

He turned to leave, but then he heard it again. He slowly stepped towards the wardrobe and opened it suddenly.

"Sarah!" He exclaimed, almost refusing to believe that this woman sitting before him was the gorgeous Sarah Walker. She looked almost thinner than the last time he had saw her, which wasn't that long ago. Her skin was pale, her hair was limp and greasy and admittedly, she didn't smell like a bed of roses either.

He quickly pulled the tape off of her hands, he ripped the binding material from her legs and tore the dirty rag out of her mouth, he didn't know what to do about the handcuffs though.

"Morgan!" Sarah said weakly. "Look under Chuck's bed, I have something that'll help with these handcuffs."

Morgan nodded fiercely, he dove under the bed and remerged with a gleaming silver box.

"Open it!" Sarah declared dominantly.

He pulled it open and he was rather shocked to find all that was in there was a tube of Rimmel mascara.

"Sarah, no offence, but how is mascara going to help you now?" He said, picking it up, noticing that it was a bit heavy for a woman's mascara.

"It's a laser, open it and point it firmly between my hands."

Seeing that he had no other choice, he turned open the tube and squeezed it slightly. Suddenly a crimson beam shot out of it, shooting a neat little hole into the ceiling, causing droplets of plaster to fall on his head, he looked as if he had just emerged from a snowstorm or a dandruff factory.

"Careful!" She scolded, despite her predicament.

With shaking hands, he pointed it between her bone-like limbs. It shot perfectly, causing her hands to break apart from each other, she let out a sigh of relief. Then, he did the same with her legs and when she was free, she shook her hands and feet.

"Thank God, thank God, thank God." She breathed over and over again.

"And, thank you Morgan."

"N-n-no problem." He stuttered uneasily. "What the hell happened?

"Morgan, really you don't need to know. I have to go! Chuck needs me!" She said, trying to get to her feet. As she did she automatically slumped back down again, she felt overcome with dizziness and nausea.

"I don't think your going anywhere without my help." Morgan said, offering his hand to her. She hesitantly took it and he pulled her up, she took a few wobbly steps before collapsing down on the bed. She took another breath and managed to make it to the bathroom, she had been bursting for the toilet for hours, it was such a relief to pee.

She quickly washed her hair in the sink and put on a fresh change of clothes. As she hurried into the living room, Morgan was still shocked that this was the same woman he had only last seen a few days previously. She did look better though in her skinny jeans, black converse boots and black vest top, her hair had been towel dried and it tangled distactingly around her shoulders. For some reason she even managed to make this look sexy.

"Bye Morgan!" She said, pulling her leather jacket on.

"Wait Sarah, where are you going, can I help in any way?" He asked nervously.

"All I know is Chuck's been taken, I'm sure the Ring won't kill him but they'll probably torture him, they know he's the intersect!"

"What? Oh God." Morgan said, cradling his head in his hands. "I thought he was at spy school!"

"They got him back here, and they told him I was dead. Look, I'm sorry I can't talk, I have to go!" With that she took of out of the door, leaving behind unignorable stench of curiosity.

Chuck

"Get away from me!" Chuck screamed, sobbing as he spoke.

"Jesus Christ, Mr Bartowski, you're a man!" Joe laughed wickedly.

"Y-you expect me to be a bundle of fun when you just told me you killed my fiancé!" He shouted angrily.

"And, that's a good thing for me because, according to my research, you can't control the intersect when you're emotional. Now, tell me Chuck, what's this?" Joe held up a picture of a middle-aged woman with pale skin and bright green eyes.

Chuck immediately knew that he wanted him to flash on this. "I can't flash!" He cried. His mind filling with images of Sarah. How could she be gone? Someone who took up such a big part of his life, wiped out so suddenly like an insignificant little fly. He wanted to fall to the floor in this prison like place, hug his knees and just cry.

He knew that if he started to cry hysterically again that he would be kicked and punched repeatedly in the stomach. He wanted Sarah so bad, he just wanted to hold her and tell her how much he loved her. He didn't want it to be true, but if it wasn't, where the hell was she?

He was tied to a chair and was sitting in an underground ring base. It obviously wasn't a very expensive investment, the walls were unpainted so you could still see the consecutive bricks piled high on one another. There was only a small selection of rooms, which Chuck hadn't seen yet, but the room he was in he assumed it was the torture room.

"I'm sure in time you will, you will come in very handy to the Ring. And -" He took a step forward and grinned wickedly, "my superiors will be very pleased with me indeed for finding the famous Intersect."

"I'm never going to be any use to you, Joe. I will never flash, not now, after what has happened." Chuck admitted.

"Are you sure about that?" Joe took a needle from his briefcase and nodded at Chuck meaningfully.

"No!" No matter how good of a spy Chuck became, he couldn't shake off his fear of needles.

"One last chance Chuck, flash!"

Sarah

She had analysed all of Casa Bartowski's video footage from the past few hours, Sarah then looked at camera footage from every street in Burbank, she was able to follow the car that Joe and Chuck had gone into and thanks to all of her previous experiences in tracking runaway agents, she knew where they had taken Chuck.

She chose two guns and slid them in the back of her jeans, she inserted a small precision knife under her converse shoe (courtesy of Chuck) and put two pointy steel sticks through the bun in her now dry hair. Just like the first night she met Chuck, she was sporting a very modern Japanese look.

This time she wasn't venerable, she was pouncing on them. For all Joe and his beef agents knew, she was still looked in the closet, small and venerable.

She sped off in her Porsche, leaving the top open, she liked the way the wind made her feel, it mixed with the cold rush of adrenaline and it made her feel powerful. She felt as if she could do anything, she was going to get Chuck back, she needed to.

Thankful for the call she had just made, she relaxed in the knowledge that she could go as fast as she could. Because the police wouldn't be chasing her now they knew that this was an emergency, she had also contacted General Beckman who was aware of the situation and was more than happy to let Sarah proceed with her solo mission.

Less than half an hour later she was there, it was a small abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Sarah dove out of the car and she and her guns entered the warehouse. It was almost empty apart from a man standing next to a door which read Staff Only.

Staff my ass! Sarah thought defiantly.

"Hi!" She shouted to the unsuspecting Ring agent. He looked up in surprise, before he could even pull his own gun out, she blasted him in the chest. He fell to the floor straight away, his eyes were open but cold.

Sarah shuddered a little, some people just got into the wrong business. She took the card that was wrapped around his chest and she held it up to the computer hidden under the 'staff only' sign, it scanned it and identified her as 'Agent Harrison'.

She carried on into the building and came to a small gathering of rooms. She held a gun in each hands and pointed them in every direction that she heard a noise from. She listened outside each door, she heard a load of men discussing something, but it turned out they were only talking about what they were doing on Friday night, how peculiar.

She came to a steel door with a little gap near the top, luckily being tall, she could peer through there.

She saw Joe bent over Chuck, holding a needle. He was still alive!

Joe was shouting "Flash, you bastard!" Over and over again .

Chuck was crying and bleeding everywhere. The poor man was terrified of needles. Joe was without his bodyguards this time, it was just him.

Sarah kicked the door open with her foot.

Chuck and Joe looked up in surprise.

"You're alive!" Chuck's eyes glaced over.

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