A/N: I don't own nor make any $ from Chuck. Thank you for all the reviews they are the best compensation!

Bryce scanned the interior of the house, but the extensive smoke was totally obscuring his view.

"Give me a sit rep," Graham's voice cracked in his ear.

"Explosions have gone off. The house is partially engaged. Targets still obscured. It is possible the rear charge was too large," Bryce replied.

Goddamn Larkin! Always fucking things up!...Graham screamed in his head.

"I need confirmation of all targets," Graham demanded.

"Roger. Stand by. I see movement," Bryce said as he saw a shadow move in the house.

"You have a green light," Graham said.

"Roger. Engaging!"

Hawkins and Sarah moved Chuck towards the front of the house, while Casey got himself into a shooting position. If he had a rifle then all he needed was to find out generally where Bryce was, and could readjust on the fly; but since he had a pistol the shot would be much more difficult. Therefore the plan was to have Hawkins draw Bryce's fire, and then Casey would target him. To say the shot would e difficult, would be the understatement of the year. His shot would be next to impossible, as he had over 50 meters between him an the top of the roof, which was almost the range limit of his sidearm.

He had scanned the horizon of the building one more time, then entered into a firing position.

"Good to go," he said.

"Ok. Don't miss John," Hawkins said as he dashed out in to the open.

Bryce zeroed in on Hawkins and exhaled, slowly wrapping his finger on the trigger.

"Goodbye you..ahhh," he screamed as his scope exploded into a million pieces and splinters glass into his eye.

"Report!" Graham's voice screamed over the radio.

"I'm compromised. Weapon inoperable. Mission scrubbed I'm aborting," Bryce said as he ran towards his escape route.

"What about the targets!"

"Targets still active."

"Fucking Larkin," Graham said as he slammed down his headset in frustration.

Bryce ran to the at end of the roof and quickly descended down a utility latter. Then once on the ground scaled a chain linked fence and ran into the section of woods that was bordering the building. He ducked down behind a small knoll, just as Casey rounded the corner and began to assess the ladder. Then crawled back into the woods out of sight.

Casey rounded the corner of the building and silently scaled the ladder. He aimed for the only think he could see when Bryce popped his head up, unfortunately is was just the scope. He assumed that Bryce would have escaped by now, but desperately wanted to find him up there, so he could finish the job. Once on the roof he immediately saw the debris field left by Bryce, and read the signs of a hasty, unplanned retreat. He spotted broken glass on the edge of the building, and followed a blood trail which led directly back to the ladder. Bryce had left the detonator for the explosions, and Casey policed up the area to look for anything else useful. He was on his way back to the ladder, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small round object scattered near the edge of the roof. He picked it up and quickly smiled when he realized that he had a still functioning ear wig. After searching for a few more minutes he made his way back down to Hawkins and Walker.

Hawkins had managed to bandage up the majority of Chuck's injuries, but it was clearly evident to Casey that they needed to get him to a doctor immediately. Sarah was holding Chuck's hand and wiping his brow, when the faint echo of sirens pierced the early morning air.

"Well it took them long enough," Casey said as he acknowledged the impending police presence.

"How is he," he asked Hawkins.

"He is fading. We need to get him to a doctor ASAP."

"What did you find," Sarah turned and asked Casey.

"Larkin was gone, but I think I injured him. He left in a pretty big hurry. I found this," he said as he handed Sarah the earwig.

Casey could see the rage begin to build in Sarah, but just as suddenly she took a calming breath and seemed to hold it at bay.

"What's our move," Hawkins said.

"I'll take Chuck," Sarah said.

Hawkins and Casey were silent for a minute. They both knew that protocol was to separate in this situation until they could meet again securely; however Chuck's condition seemed to make that impractical.

"Are you sure? Did you have enough time to plan? Maybe we should stay together," Casey asked.

"No Casey. They would be expecting us to stay together now, so we need to go our separate ways for a while. I'm ready for this," she said as she looked down at Chuck.

"Ok. Here take this, it's encrypted," he said as he handed her a phone.

"I will check in with you every 36 hours," Casey said as the sirens increased their volume.

"Thanks Casey," Sarah said.

"Take my car. It's clean," Hawkins said.

"Thank you Dale. Do you guys have transport out of here," she asked him.

"Yes I have a secondary over there, Let's load him up before the cops show up and we are all arrested," Hawkins said as he helped Casey get Chuck into the back of a late model SUV.

"Good luck Sarah," Casey said.

"You too John," she said and drove off.

"Do you think she will make it," Hawkins asked him as they made their way to his secondary car.

"She will make it."

"What about Chuck?"

"Are you kidding? The grim reaper is not stupid enough to piss her off like that."

"What do you mean?"

"That woman would fight the devil himself to get Bartowski back."

Sarah quickly made it to her secondary location and collected their bags, then once she was sure Chuck was relatively stable, made a call on the encrypted phone.

"It's Sarah. I need your help," she said to the man who answered after 2 rings.

"Of course. What do you need?"

"The operation has begun. I need you to meet me at primary location and I need medical as well."

"For you?"

"No, for the one I told you about."

"Of course. We will be ready."

"Very good... out," she said as she closed the connection.

"Just hang on a bit more Chuck. We are almost there," Sarah said as kissed his forehead.

She was making very good time and was far beyond the city limits by dawn. She only had only 20 more till she reached her objective, and after about a half hour, rolled into an abandoned airfield. There was a single hanger at the far end of the field, which seemed out of place amongst the wild weeds and scattered trash. She drove directly to the hanger and honked the horn, 3 seconds later the door open and she drove inside. A man closed the door behind her and turned on the light in the darkens hanger, illuminating a small Cessna plane and a pretty good field hospital suite.

A woman came up and embraced her as she got out of the car.

"Sarah you are ok yes," the woman asked with a Spanish accent.

"Yes I'm fine Selma, but Chuck is not," she replied with a sniffle.

"I know. Come Alberto will help," she said.

"In the back," Sarah motioned Alberto who approached the car.

"How is he," he asked as he opened the door.

"I don't know. We stabilized him at the scene, but I think he needs blood. Did you stock the B+?"

"Of course. Let's get him over to the table," the man said.

"Thanks Alberto," Sarah said as she helped him move Chuck.

Alberto went to work immediately and took Chuck's vitals. His heart rate was week and his body temp was rather, so Alberto began to check for infection and internal trauma.

Alberto went to work as Selma tended to Sarah, who felt useless and had no idea what to do.

"Has he woken up at all," he asked a hovering Sarah.

"No," she said softly.

"How did this happen," Alberto asked.

"Outside of his room there was an he... is he going to die," she asked sadly.

Alberto looked up at her when he heard her tone, and could see that she was in shock. The site unnerved him a bit because he had never seen her like this before. She was always in control and always knew what her next move was, but it became rather obvious to him by her body language, that she was lost.

"Sarah I can't give you that answer now, but I promise you that I will do my best to help him," he said with kind eyes and nodded to Selma.

"Thank you Alberto," she said as the tears came down.

"Come Mijo, let my Alberto work," Selma said as she took her away.

"No I can't.."

"Yes! You need a few minutes. I will bring you back in five minutes," Selma said as she led her away.

"Come sit here," she said as she led Sarah to a couch and calmly stroked her hair.

"You are exhausted. Always exhausted Mijo," Selma said.

"Thank you for helping me Selma," Sarah said.

"You know by now Sarah that you never have to thank us," she said as she continued to sooth her.

"You know you are our guardian angel," Selma said.

Sarah's thoughts drifted back all those years when she first met Alberto and Selma. She was in Columbia working a drug cartel and had managed to infiltrate by posing as a buyer from Europe. Alberto was a kind hearted local doctor who had the misfortune crossing, Carlos Ruiz, the leader of the cartel. He witnessed the murder of his patient, the prosecutor of record, and refused to be bought off by the cartel. He and his family were in protective custody, but after a series of bribes , he was delivered straight to Ruiz.

Ruiz intended to kill him an his family, but he was a sociopath and Alberto was sadistically tortured for two days. His refusal to accept the bribe, drew the rage of Ruiz, who saw it as a personal affront. By some miracle, Ruiz had not been able to get his hands on Selma or the kids, so he took his frustration out on Alberto. He taunted him with how he would hunt down his family and kill them, an all Alberto could do was plead for the life of his wife and family.

After one last brutal beating, he knew that he was dying, and prayed for god to take him. Many of his colleagues never believed those stories of people seeing angels as try passed on; they were men of science and knew that as the brain was shutting down, it releases chemicals, most likely to ease the transition to death. Alberto always believed in God, and now as he lay on the floor of his cell dying, he saw his angel appear, and waited for her to take him to the other side. She had beautiful blonde hair and sweet eyes, which looked at him with compassion. He softly began crying as he found a warm and comforting feeling well up inside of him, signaling to him that he was now safe. He smiled at her and she smiled back, and slowly placed her finger up to her lips. He just smiled and looked into her eyes, but then something unexpected happened.

Those beautiful angelic eyes, focused their attention on the other men in the room, and turned dark. Gone was any trace of compassion or caring. They looked angry, enraged, violent and deadly all at the same time. It was almost as if they were the eyes of the devil. He slowly found himself losing consciousness, and as he slowly drifted off he heard the screams of the dying, and hoped his angel was not taking him to hell. He would later find out that his angel did indeed save not only him, but also his family from hell. She interceded before Ruiz could get his hands on them, and dispatched his team. She also tracked him and killed the devil himself that night, when she dispatched Ruiz. He could never find the words to thank her, or truly tell her how much affection he had for her. The only thing he could do to honor her was to name his youngest angel after his guardian angel, and so a year later when she was born, he named her Sarah.

After about twenty minutes Selma could feel that Sarah had drifted off to sleep. She slowly laid her down on the couch and covered her with a blanket, before she went to check on Alberto.

"How is he doing?"

"He needs a lot of work. How is Sarah?"

"She is exhausted. Poor girl."

"I wish she would quit this world," Alberto said.

"I think you have the key," Selma said.

"What do you mean?"

"He is the one."

"You mean..,"

"Yes. He is the one that can save her, he will get her out of the hell she is in. You need to save him Alberto."

Alberto silently nodded and back to work, as Selma went back to check on Sarah.

"Well my friend we must get you better. She pulled me out of my hell and I need you to do the same for her."