A/N: Being a little concerned over how the writers of our favorite show will get Chuck out of the mess they've written him in, I wondered how I would try to do this if Chuck had spurned Sarah for Jill. This is one idea. Hope you like it.

I have had little to no time for writing. I am not sure how quickly I will be able to update. I'll do the best I can. I hope to get back on schedule in a couple of months.

Sarah vs The Missing Asset

She slept fitfully.

Although she was completely unaware, her long lean body tossed and turned throughout the night as she occupied every centimeter of her bed. Her unconscious concern for the man she had unwittingly given her heart to caused her to fight terrorist, fulcrum agents, demons and even a high school bully while she slept. Startled into wakefulness as she pulled her night mask from her face, she looked out of her hotel window surprised to see that the sun was almost at mid-sky.

The feeling of betrayal coursed through her mind and almost made her gasp. She had never felt this bad in her whole life. How could he have treated me as if I didn't mater, she thought.

She had felt bad when she thought that Bryce had betrayed her for another ideology but this was far worse. Chuck had betrayed her for another woman.

She lay in bed momentarily feeling as though she was worse off than being dead. She watched a cloud drift across the peaceful blue of the California sky as her face began to take on the perplexed expression of someone who slowly began to realize that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She didn't know how she knew it. She just knew. She jumped out of bed kicking the maroon covers off of her body and ran to her phone that lay on the mahogany dresser on the other side of the room right beside her black purse and her Berretta.

Grabbing the phone she checked to see if she had any messages and began to frown when she saw that she did not. As her brow deepened, she hurriedly dialed the number that was engrained into her mind…and in her heart. In her haste she misdialed and had to clear two numbers before getting so exasperated that she cleared all the numbers to start over. They had stopped using speed dial numbers for security reasons. Becoming more anxious, she quickly pulled the spaghetti strap of her pink nightshirt off of her arm and back up over her shoulder as she feverishly worked at her keypad.

Finally, she entered the correct combination of numbers and waited breathlessly for the voice that she needed to hear more than anything else in this world to respond to her call. She did hear it but realized instantly that it was his voicemail. She quickly disconnected and dialed another number. At least Casey would know what's going on, she thought.

She listened as the phone rang three times and waited for Casey's voicemail. She would at least leave him a message to get back to her. It took her a second to realize that the voice she heard was not directing her to Casey's voicemail. Instead it told her that the number she had dialed had been disconnected. She dialed the number again and waited for the response.

She slumped to her knees when she heard the same announcement as she instantaneously realized that there had been a change in her status. As she looked at her phone, she let out a single solitary sob. She fought for control and when she thought that she could, she took a deep cleansing breath. Without warning and catching her completely by surprise she began to sob in earnest. Long desperate sobs describing without error the state of her mind, and of her heart.

When she was able to gain control, she stood and dressed in as much haste as possible. Thirty minutes later she was knocking at Chuck's apartment and ringing his doorbell at the same time. She pushed the button repeatably as if that alone would bring the occupants to the door. She tried looking into the windows but the drapes were pulled not giving her visible access the apartment.

She let out a sigh of complete and utter frustration as she pulled her lock picking tools from her pocket. It did not even occur to her to consider why she had the foresight to bring these unique tools with her.

Within ten seconds she had the door unlocked and as she hurriedly flung it open and stepped inside the Bartowski apartment, she looked around completely in shock at the empty room that she now occupied. Deep down she knew what she would see.

Unconsciously dropping the tools she used to get inside the apartment, she ran into what had once been Chuck's room finding it as empty as the rest of the apartment. As her training kicked into place, she slowly and with much more calm than she had previously exhibited, turned to walk slowly back into what had been the Bartowski's living area. Dialing the number for the one person she knew she would reach, she took a deep breath and waited for the response.

"Beckman here."

"General Beckman, this is Walker. I have a situation to report."

"Calm down, Walker. We have everything under control."

"You have Chuck?"

"And his sister and her fiancé."

Sarah let out a deep breath as she fought to keep her voice steady. "Where are they? I'll leave immediately."

"That won't be necessary agent Walker. You will be returning to CIA jurisdiction and most likely reassigned within the week. Do you understand?"

She did, this was what she had feared she would hear from the general but now actually hearing the words made it real in a sense she had a hard time understanding.

"The NSA has control of Chuck?" she asked.

"We have jurisdictional control over the information within the intersect. There are some people that feel that since Fulcrum has come close to grabbing Bartowski more than once that we need to take proactive steps to protect him."

"I understand General, and I agree. I just feel like I should be part of his handling team." She tried to sound completely professional and hoped the desperation did not seep out of her voice.

"I'm sure you do Agent Walker, and I'm sure you will agree that the fewer number of agencies and agents involved, the less likely that Fulcrum is going to stumble onto Mr. Bartowski's new identity and location."

"But General-"

"This is not a debate Walker, you need to check in with your new Director and get on with your job…Is that clear?"

"Can I at least talk with him one last time?"

"What on earth for?"

Sarah hesitated realizing that she had painted herself into a corner. "It's just that Chuck and I became friends and we did not end things on the best of terms …I would like to at least let him know that everything is OK."

Sarah cringed when she heard the general snicker on the other end of the phone.

"I guess what they say about you is true, huh Walker?"

"I don't know what you mean Ma'am."

"Oh, I think you do. I think you know fully well that you have a reputation of falling for the guys you work with. I guess that goes for nerdy computer geeks as well."

Sarah listened wordlessly as the general said goodbye while still chuckling to herself. She sat down in the middle of the empty apartment and stared with an expression on her face as vacant as the room she sat in.

Sighing deeply she looked at her phone again. Dialing another familiar number, she waited for an answer. This time however the number belonged to a total stranger. A stranger that happened to be her new boss.

"Director Mella, this is agent Sarah Walker. General Beckman has advised me that I need to report to you."

"Agent Walker, I've been expecting your call. I want to see you a week from Monday in my office."

"Yes sir, but I hoped that I could find out a little about Chu- I mean my old asset. I had hoped of making one last contact."

"Not going to happen Walker. You know why?"

Sarah could not hide the disappointment in her voice. "Why is that sir?"

"Because even I don't know where the NSA have taken him. Or what their intent is for him for all that mater."

The small hairs on the back of Sarah's neck stood up. "What do you mean by that sir?"

"Nothing Walker, it's just that I am totally out of the loop. Not that I ever had much collaboration with Beckman on this project. One thing I know for sure is that she will go to any means necessary to protect the information in that man's head."

"That's not the same thing as protecting Chuck is it Director Mella?"

"No, Agent Walker…it is not. It's out of your hands now…I'll see you next week then?"

"Yes sir." Sarah said.

Sarah walked out of the apartment making sure to lock the door behind her. She hurried to her car and drove back to her apartment. She knew that she needed to find another place to stay before any of Chuck's friends began to look for him. She also knew that the government would give Chuck a plausible excuse for being gone so that his trail would grow cold before his friends knew he was even gone. But it would not be good if they were to run into her now.

Exactly one hour later she had packed her belongings and drove to a Holiday Inn north of the city. After checking in and throwing her clothes on the bed, she began to map out her strategy of finding where the NSA had taken Chuck and his sister.

She had bought a legal notepad to jot down her thoughts as a way to capture anything that might randomly pop into her head which may be important. She had determined that the NSA had to have had been planning this event long before Jill had exposed Chuck as an asset of interest. It was as she was trying to fit the pieces together to the NSA evacuation timeline that she got an alert from her phone. She knew it was a voicemail.

She looked to see who was calling her and saw that it was unknown. She dialed voicemail and waited for the message. Somewhere deep inside her she knew this was important. But she had no idea that she would hear the desperate voice of the man she loved asking for help.

As much as she wanted to collapse and cry in frustration, she knew that she had the first real clue towards finding her asset. It was only three words and she was pretty sure his message was cut short. She played it again to make sure that she heard what she thought she did.

"Sarah, help. We-"

After listening again she was certain that Chuck had been hit on the head effectively stopping his plea for help.

Sarah sat her phone down on the floor beside her. She stared at the wall opposite of her without expression. She was not even aware of the birth of the thought in her mind but she did not even flinch knowing the price she would pay for this favor.

She was going to find Chuck, she didn't care who she had to walk over. She didn't care what the personal cost was. But she was not going to let this end without a fight.

She picked up her phone and dialed a number she never thought she would again. Waiting for the answer she sat emotionlessly. She knew that she was selling her soul to the devil but she didn't care. Chuck was worth it.

"Hello, Yuri. Sarah Walker. I need your help."