A/N: Welcome to the end of our eleventh episode, and the end of Season One of Private Eyes. This series has been renewed, and will return in the new year with the season premiere episode of Let's Go Cougars?. But David, we know that story. Do you? Do you know it from the Private Eyes world? I mean, you might know some of it, but you don't know it. Anywhoselle, let's wrap this up with a bang.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"I have an idea, but you're not going to like it," Sarah told Renaldo. Renaldo gave her a look, looked back at the gunman, and made his decision.

The gunman came around the tree where Sarah and Renaldo had been standing seconds earlier. He smiled as he saw Renaldo sitting there, under cover, his hands raised, giving up. The gunman reached for the radio.

"Drop the radio," Chuck said, coming around the tree behind the gunman, pointing the flare gun at him.

"Is that a flare gun?" The gunman asked, confused.

"Wanna see what it does when it goes off in your face?" Chuck asked. The gunman raised his hands, not wanting to find out.

"And this is a real gun," Sarah said, pointing hers at the gunman. "Now slowly, hand, me yours." The gunman reached for his weapon with two fingers, pulled it from the holster, and prepared to toss it to Sarah. Chuck winced at that second, and the gunman saw it. Sarah glanced at Chuck in concern, and the gunman flung the weapon at Sarah, hitting her gun with his. Sarah's gun went off, making Chuck yelp in surprise. The gunman moved to attack Sarah, but two seconds later found him on his back, unconscious.

"Damn, she's a bad ass," Renaldo said.

"I know, right?" Chuck said, proudly.

"Listen, while normally I would love to sit here and soak up this admiration, the others probably heard that gun shot," Sarah reminded them. "We need to get out of here, now."

"So much for being rescued," Chuck muttered. He walked over to pick up the radio on the man. It was busted, but Chuck noticed the frequency on which it was set, just in case. "Busted," he told Sarah.

Sarah walked up to him. "Hey, I'm here. I'm going to rescue you."

"Jesus, that's hot," Chuck muttered.

"Are you two always like this?" Renaldo asked. Chuck and Sarah shared a look, felt momentarily embarrassed, and then Sarah started walking. "I guess we're going."

"Yep," Chuck replied.

"She's legit going to get us out of here, isn't she?" Renaldo asked.

"I wouldn't bet against her," Chuck said, as the two began to walk after her. Sarah pulled her phone out, checking it. She looked over at Chuck and shook her head.

"What's wrong," Renaldo asked.

"We've lost cell phone service," Chuck explained.

"What about the help that is coming?" Renaldo asked, panicking.

"You wanna go back there, where we heard the gun shots?" Chuck asked Renaldo. The younger man shook his head. "Then we keep going. Like you said, she's going to get us out of here. We go back to where that gunman is, it's a death sentence." Renaldo nodded, and took off after Sarah. Chuck watched them for a second before following.

He loved Sarah, believed in her, but this might be too much… even for her.

}o{

Carina pulled the car up the driveway, turned off the engine, and the two women got out. Carina pulled her weapon, and Anna followed suit.

"According to DEA, Agent Dorian's cell last pinged here this morning," Carina told Anna. She led her up the walkway to the front door. "This must be where he's been staying."

Carina looked off to the side, trying to see anything, as the door came into sight for Anna. "Carina," she hissed, her gun pointed in front of her, looking for anyone. The door was open, and it was clear there was a mess in the foyer. It had the look of where a fight had taken place, or it was ransacked. Carina spun and had her weapon trained at the open door as well.

"On me," Carina said, the fun-loving Carina gone, replaced by the seasoned vet. She took point, pushed the door open with her leg, and led with her weapon. Anna came in behind her quickly, covering her. They slowly made their way through the house.

"Was this a fight?" Anna asked. Carina nodded toward a section of the floor. "Shit," Anna muttered, seeing shell casings. "Is that blood?"

"Looks it," Carina said, she relaxed some but kept her weapon at the ready. "Moreno's guys must have gotten to Dorian before he could leave for the airstrip."

"So, where's his body?" Anna asked.

"That's a good question," Carina replied. "We've got blood here, and the trail leads out the sliding glass door." She began to follow, her body tense, ready to shoot at a split second's notice. Following the trail out the door, around the corner of the house, she entered an open roofed carport.

"The trail ends here," she said, holstering her weapon, and looking around. "And the car's gone."

"So, Dorian got away?" Anna asked.

Carina frowned. "Yeah, but considering he hasn't contacted the DEA, he's got to be badly injured, or worse."

"How much worse?" Anna asked.

Carina looked her directly in the eye. "Dead worse."

}o{

Casey maneuvered the chopper toward the last known coordinates of Chuck and Sarah. "Here we go," he said into the boom mic of his headset. "Rendezvous spot should be just up ahead."

Zondra pulled out her binoculars, looking for Chuck and Sarah. "Where the hell are they?" she asked, after scanning the area and seeing nothing.

"These are the coordinates they gave me, they should be here," Casey muttered.

"They're not," Zondra insisted, still looking. "They're not here. I don't see 'em."

"There's no way Walker and Bartowski moved from that spot," Casey muttered. "Bartowski is still recovering from that gunshot, they've got the drug runner. They wouldn't move."

"Unless they were forced to," Zondra said.

"I knew that," Casey said. "I was trying not to say it out loud, but I knew that."

"Sorry, Big Guy," Zondra replied. "Where would you go, if it were you?" Casey studied the area, thinking.

}o{

The three made their way cautiously through the trees, trying to avoid those on their tail, and the locals. Chuck had no idea what kind of reward would make the locals give them up, but he'd bet it wasn't much. "Still no service," he heard Sarah say. She looked back at him. "Do they have jammers?" Chuck shrugged. He suspected the locals could care less about 5G, and it was quite possible there just weren't any towers here.

"I don't think we're gonna get any service until we get over that ridge," Chuck said, nodding toward the feature. Looking over to the side, his heart leapt. "Guys." Sarah looked back at him, and he pointed.

A look of hope crossed Sarah's face as she took point, and led them to the shack Chuck had just seen. They stopped short, not sure what to do. "Looks deserted," Sarah said. "I'll-"

"Hello?" Renaldo called out. "Anyone here?"

Chuck hit Renaldo on the arm. "What are you doing?!" he asked in a hiss.

Renaldo gave Chuck a look like Chuck was an idiot. "Now we can be sure it's empty," Renaldo countered.

"Even I know not to do that," Chuck told Renaldo. Sarah snorted. "I do!" he insisted.

Sarah shook her head, slowly leading them toward the shack.

"I think I know what this place is," Renaldo said. "See those plants? That's cannabis."

"We're in the Emerald Triangle," Sarah reminded him.

"No, it's not that simple," Renaldo told her. "Sitting on large amounts of fertilizer and pesticide. It's a pot farm."

"We know," Sarah told him. "The question would be why is it abandoned?"

"I may know that," Chuck said, a strange look on his face and a hitch in his voice. He was looking down at a body. Sarah came over and examined the remains. She bent down. "Well?" Chuck asked.

"I don't know for sure, but looks like natural causes," Sarah told him. "Think about it. I'm guessing people aren't that neighborly."

"It's a good place to come and get lost," Chuck agreed. He walked up to the front door and opened it. It was clear no one had been inside for some time. "Let's look around, see if we can find anything helpful."

"I'm just glad he died out there, instead of in here," Renaldo said. Chuck gave him a look, and Renaldo shrugged. "You know you were thinking it."

The three began to search the cabin. Renaldo was looking in the kitchen area, and found a granola bar. He checked the expiration date, opened the wrapper and took a bite, moaning.

"Man's hungry," Chuck said in a low voice to Sarah, making her laugh. She continued to search and found a backpack. Going through the backpack, she found a handheld radio.

She pulled it out, and turned toward Chuck. "Chuck! Look!" Chuck turned, saw the radio and rushed towards her. She tried to turn it on, but nothing happened. "It's dead." Chuck searched the backpack.

"No backup battery," he said. He shook his head and looked around for anything that they could use. He glanced out the window, turned to look behind him at the shelves, and then turned back to the window. "Are those lemons?" he asked.

Sarah looked out the window at the fruit. "Yeah, I read an article on how they can grow in this area, specifically northern California."

"I might be able to make a battery," Chuck told her. She raised an eyebrow. "What can I say. I watched a lot of MacGyver as a kid."

}o{

Carina sped down the road, as Anna spoke on the phone.

"Okay, thanks," Anna said into the phone. She hung up, a worried look on her face. "None of the local ERs have received a patient matching Dorian's description." Carina's expression didn't change. "I know that look. What's up?"

The closest hospital is about twenty miles down this road," Carina began. "Dorian would have driven straight there. So, I'm retracing his route." Anna looked confused. "In case something kept him from making it," Carina continued.

"What would make him not… never mind," Anna said, as it suddenly hit her. Dorian was shot, and experiencing blood loss. What if he passed out from that, or the pain?

"Mm-hmm," Carina hummed, unhappily. She saw something. "Over there," she said, as she slowed the car. The tall grass on the side of the road had been pushed down and there were tire tracks in the dirt and mud. "You see that?"

She pulled the car over, and the two exited. They walked up to where the grass had been recently run over. "Grass has been disturbed," Carina said. She looked into the field but couldn't see anything. "Something passed through here. Come on."

They walked for a bit, and the ground sloped down. Carina pulled her gun, just as Anna saw it. A car was sitting among the grass. Carina approached the car, opened the door, and saw the driver was bloodied. She put two fingers to his neck.

She gave a sigh of relief, and then spoke quickly. "His pulse is faint but he's alive. Call Ellie." Ellie had been informed of the situation before they had taken off, and given neither woman was currently a federal agent, everyone agreed Ellie could get a help to them quicker than calling 911.

"Ellie, it's Anna, we found him. Dropping you the GPS now," Anna said over phone.

}o{

"My sophomore year in high school, I entered a science fair," Chuck said, as he poked holes in the lemons with his knife. "I won second place for building a battery out of common household items."

He looked up, a slight scowl on his face. "Billy Lambart won because he used potatoes, and the judges all agreed that potatoes were more common than lemons."

"Well, they are," Renaldo said. Chuck and Sarah both gave him a look. He shrugged.

Chuck went back to the lemons. "It's quite simple really." Sarah watched him, grinning as he nerded out. "The acidity in the lemons will help move the electrical current." He placed nails into each lemon.

"Hand me that wire please," he said to Sarah after he had finished. She handed him the wire, and he began to attach it to the nails. "Now, connecting the wire to the nails…. should… complete the circuit."

"Should?" Sarah asked.

"It's been a while since tenth grade, and I haven't done a MacGyver rewatch recently," Chuck admitted.

"Old or new?" Renaldo asked.

"You know, I really like the old one when Murdock was in it, but the voiceovers left so… the later years are… eh. The new one, I really enjoyed," Chuck admitted.

"I really like the voiceovers in Burn Notice," Sarah piped up. Chuck gave her a look. "A show about a CIA agent," she said with a shrug.

"No, totally makes sense," Chuck said nodding. He reached up and turned on the radio, a look of hope on his face. The radio squeaked to life. "Voilà."

"Guess when life gives you lemons, you make a battery," Sarah said.

Chuck shook his head. "That joke is so beneath you Sarah."

"You would totally have made it," Sarah argued.

"Hence, why it's beneath you," Chuck replied.

"I can't believe that actually worked," Renaldo said, shocked.

Chuck twisted the nob, finding the channel he was looking for. "Angry Bird, this is Nerd Herder one," Chuck said into the radio. "Do you copy?"

"For the last time, I hate that call sign," they heard Casey grumble through the radio. Everyone in the room looked relieved, and Chuck let out a breath.

"What's your position, over?" They heard Zondra ask.

"I have no idea," Chuck admitted.

"Hand the radio to Walker, numbnuts," Casey growled. Chuck did as Casey asked.

"We're five klicks south of the rendezvous point, holed up in a cabin," Sarah told Casey. "For the record, there are some folks on our tails, heavily armed."

"We got you," Zondra responded.

"We'll find you, just stay alive until then," Casey added.

"Thank, God," Sarah breathed. She walked over to the window and looked outside, seeing nothing. Turning around, she found Renaldo was back to looking for food. Chuck was sitting in the chair, wincing. "How are you feeling?" Chuck gave her a smile, but she saw the pain on his face. "You know, if the pain's getting to be a little too much, you can always dip into the weed stock."

"I don't think right now is the best time for me to get high," Chuck told her.

"Oh, you mean if those bad guys show up again?" Sarah asked.

"No, I meant more with Casey showing up, and me high," Chuck told her. "Casey already barely tolerates me." She giggled. "Now, think how he would be if I was baked." Chuck pressed his lips together, lifted his eyebrows and puffed out his lips, making her laugh out loud.

He gave her a minute to sober up. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sarah told him. Chuck gave her a dubious look. "What?"

"I'm two seconds from singing your song," Chuck told her.

"You're the Nickleback fan, not me," she reminded him. She blew out a breath. "Is this the part about where my fiancée-"

"Fiancée?" Chuck asked. Sarah gave him an amused look. "For the record, this is me we're talking about? I mean you already have that husband and kids." Sarah chuckled, and nodded. "Okay, fiancée… shouldn't I get you a ring?"

"Probably," Sarah told him.

"I'm gonna need a raise," Chuck told her.

"You should have been saving," Sarah countered.

"Can I point out it was just recently that I even considered us being together?" Chuck asked. Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Correction, let myself consider it?" Sarah nodded. "So, continue."

"You're implying that I'm worried about you," Sarah said.

"Of course you are," Chuck said with a shrug. "It's what you do."

"Listen, this is not me avoiding the topic," Sarah said quickly, worry apparent on her face. Chuck turned and looked out the window in her direction.

"Maybe we should circle back to this conversation," Chuck said, looking at the group who had assembled outside. "That's a lot of firepower."

"Zondra and Casey are still a few minutes out," Sarah said, pulling him away from the window.

"Can we hold them off until then?" Chuck asked.

"We don't have a lot of choice," Sarah replied. She watched them, not sure what was going on. "What are they doing?"

Chuck looked over at the radio. "You know, we could just ask."

"And you yelled at me for yelling out if anyone was here," Renaldo reminded him.

"I know, it's nuts," Sarah said to Renaldo. "But, it's nuts enough to maybe work." She gestured toward the radio. "Chuck, I'm assuming that you'll be the one?"

Chuck nodded. He walked over to the radio, picked it up and turned it to the frequency he had seen, and clicked the button. "Hey," he said into the radio. Renaldo gave him a look. Sarah snorted, but motioned her hand for him to continue. "Hello? Bad guys with guns?"

"He heard you," Sarah said, glancing out the window. "He's reaching for his radio."

Chuck nodded. "So, we couldn't help but notice you guys out there." Chuck paused, grinned, and pushed the button again. "Is there something we can help you with?"

The radio crackled, and a hard voice came over the radio. "As a matter of fact, there is." There was a pause. "We're here for Renaldo. Send him out, and we'll be on our way."

"See," Chuck replied, "we can't do that, because I'm pretty sure you'll just kill him." He looked over at Renaldo. "And to be honest, I've become fond of him. Sure, he's done some questionable things-"

"Hey," Renaldo interjected.

"-but who among us hasn't," Chuck continued.

"Well, I guess we're at an impasse," the voice replied.

"Just so you know, if you do something stupid like bust in here, we're crazily armed. Like… just nuts. There's so many guns," Chuck said.

Sarah closed her eyes. This wasn't going well at all.

"Maybe we'll just sit out here and wait for you," the man replied. Chuck could hear the amusement in his voice. Chuck winced. They were in trouble.

"No, we like it in here," Chuck countered.

"Feels like it might get warm in there," the voice said.

Sarah's eyes snapped open and she started looking around.

"Uh, guys," Renaldo said, looking out the window the best he could, while hiding. "I think they're going to set the house on fire. They're throwing buckets of gasoline on the walls."

"Casey's gonna be mad if I'm high," Chuck told Sarah.

}o{

At that moment, Casey was trying to figure out where Chuck and Sarah were.

"Uh, Casey, any chance that's our people?" Zondra asked. Casey looked over at her. Zondra pointed forward. "Smoke."

"Christ," Casey growled. "Either numbnuts set his pants on fire, or they're in trouble." He was quiet for a second. "Or, it could be both."

Zondra didn't say anything, but silently agreed.

}o{

"They've got the back door covered," Renaldo said, running up to Chuck and Sarah. They could feel the flames. "If we try and leave, we're dead."

"If we stay in here, we are going to burn to death," Sarah said. She cocked her weapon. "I vote we take our chances."

"Sarah, I don't question if you can get out of this, but Renaldo and I…" Chuck trailed off, and ran over to some shelving he saw earlier. He grabbed a claw hammer.

"What are you going to do with that? They have guns!" Sarah pointed out. Chuck ignored her, bent down, and began to wedge up one of the floorboards. "Chuck, what in the hell are you doing?"

"Sarah," he began, still pulling up boards, "this is more of a shack than a cabin. But it is built on a foundation, so there's a crawl space."

"Okay," Sarah said. "I get that, but we're still going to burn up under the house.

Chuck looked up at her. "They're expecting us to go out the front or the back," Chuck began.

Sarah nodded, a grin crossing her face. "And this will give us the element of surprise. We stand a chance," she said, understanding.

"I know it's not a great idea," Chuck began.

"No, but it's the best bad idea we have right now," Sarah said.

"Kinda my specialty," Chuck said. "Let's go." All three dropped down into the crawl space and began to crawl toward the other end. They came to a vent and could see the legs of a man standing there.

Sarah took a breath, and shot the man in the leg. He fell, she twisted, and kicked the vent out. She shot out, grabbed his automatic rifle and brought the stock down on his jaw, knocking him out. She flipped the gun, spun, and shot a man she heard approaching in the tall grass. Spinning one hundred and eighty degrees, she shot the man she heard coming the from the other direction.

"You gonna help?" Renaldo asked Chuck.

"I'd literally just be in her way," Chuck told Renaldo. "Listen," he said. Sarah grinned.

"Over there," Renaldo hissed. Sarah spun on the two men approaching. She lifted her gun, when the near man dropped, blood flying in the air where he had been hit. The man beside him looked around, and then he dropped. "What the hell?" Renaldo asked.

"That was probably Zondra," Sarah said. She raised her weapon, and took down two more of the men. And with that, the men broke and ran back toward their vehicles. Shots continued to come from the air to discourage anyone from turning back and coming after Renaldo.

As the trucks pulled away, they heard the chopper landing. Sarah led the two men toward the landing zone, as Casey and Zondra approached them.

"Impeccable timing as always," Chuck said to Casey.

"Let's just hope we got enough gas to get back," Casey replied with a shrug.

"Please, don't even go there," Chuck pleaded. "One crash per day is my limit."

The fire picked up, and Zondra got a funny look on her face. "Uh, that smell," she began.

"Yup," Sarah said, putting an arm around Chuck, seeing the red stain growing on his shirt.

"Ellie isn't going to like that," Zondra said. "Maybe if you're nice, Casey will re-stitch it for you."

"Nope," Casey said, turning and heading toward the chopper. "Ellie would kill me."

"Can't say I blame him," Chuck told Sarah, making her laugh.

}o{

Chuck was resting on the couch, when he heard a knock on the door. "If you move your fine ass, I will hurt you," he heard Sarah say to him in the most loving way possible.

"Noted," Chuck said, his eyes wide, afraid to move. He grinned a few seconds later when he saw Carina walk into the living room, Sarah following her. "Hey, Carina, how's Agent Dorian doing?"

"He's out of surgery," Carina told him, sitting down in the seat across from Chuck. Sarah sat down gently beside Chuck. "Doctors say he'll make a full recovery."

"Good," Sarah said.

"Also, Renaldo Cassione is on a plane where he'll be turning state's witness against Moreno," Carina continued. "Casey would be here, but they ran Moreno's phone records and were able to I.D. the mole. That man is currently in custody."

"Casey beating him with a phone book?" Chuck asked, making Carina laugh.

"No. He wants to, but no," Carina chuckled. "How are you?"

"Sore," Chuck admitted. "Ellie wasn't the gentlest."

"You scared her," Carina reminded him.

"It literally wasn't my fault," Chuck protested.

"Oh, I know, but you have to understand, you're her only family," Carina reminded him.

"I know," Chuck told her.

"Okay, I'm gonna go, just wanted to see you physically. Make sure, you know?" Chuck nodded. Carina walked over, gently kissed his cheek, and left.

"You got any plans the next few day?" Sarah asked.

"Other than going to Vegas and getting married to you, no," Chuck told her. She whipped her head around to look at him. Chuck was sitting there, his head leaning back, eyes closed, grinning.

"You're just gonna drop that, just like that?" Sarah asked.

"Felt I landed it as well as you did the plane," Chuck said. Sarah got up off the couch, making Chuck open his eyes. He watched her walk away. "See, you're walking away, it was a good landing." He dodged the pillow that was thrown at him.

A/N: Thank you all for joining me for the first season of Private Eyes and….what? You think we already have something to go for next season? I mean….finnnneeeee

Next season, on Private eyes:

Dan, take out your phone and dial a number," Chuck told him. Dan pulled out his phone. "Make sure and put it on speaker." Dan rolled his eyes, but did. "Dial, 719-266-2837."

"Now?" Dan asked. Chuck nodded. Dan dialed the number.

A recorded British female voice came over the phone. Thank you for Callin' Oates. Welcome to your emergency Hall & Oates helpline. Dan's eyes went wide.

"Press four," Chuck told him.

Over the speaker began the song, Private Eyes.

First, that is a real phone number. Second, did you really expect anything less of me?