A/N #1: I have numerous people to thank, but that will wait for a quick disclaimer. There will be religious overtones in this chapter.

This Penultimate chapter has been a bear. Thankfully I had a lot of help. First off PJMurphy called me out on some bad writing, and made me fix it. I didn't follow his solution to the letter so it's not his fault.

I have recently found a friend in Lucky47. Her wonderful story Chuck vs the Family Matters is an impressive piece of work. She is also a wonderful lady, and a great person to have a writers sprint with.

Also, I would like to thank Supesfan18 to just being him. He pushed a great idea that will start here and end… later.

Finally, Thank you Joe and markinzeroland. Joe for glancing at this and ark for posting the parable.

I am so relieved to post this. Enjoy.

"So the second Southern belle looks at the first and says, "That's niccceeee."

Carina, Beckman, Ellie, and Sarah all laughed at the punch line of Zondra's joke. Following a quick planning session and lunch, the ladies were relaxing around the dining room as the staff cleaned the area. Beckman felt her phone vibrate and frowned when she saw the text message. She excused herself and walked to her office, typing in the password on her laptop. She took a look at the screen and returned to the dining room.

As Beckman left to take the message, the three spies' radars went up, leaving Ellie as the only one not staring intently at Beckman when she returned to them.

"Ladies, I need to borrow Sarah for the moment," Beckman said as she gently grabbed Sarah's arm.

Sarah walked with Beckman into the sitting room,. There was a lot of light in the room, even with all the blinds drawn, as four large windows opened to breathtaking views of the grounds. Making those windows bullet-proof with five inch-thick glass was an expensive proposition, but Beckman spared no expense to keep her home safe. A generic love seat and sofa occupied two sides of the room with a large fireplace on the wall opposite of the sofa.

Beckman gestured for Sarah to sit on the sofa, and she placed her laptop on the large, oak desk. She walked back to the couch with her mobile phone, and Sarah could only stare at it in anticipation, almost willing it to ring. Sarah opened her mouth to say something, only to see Beckman raise her free hand to stop her. After what seemed like an eternity, but was really just over a minute, the phone rang. A smile grew on Diane's face as she handed Sarah the phone.

Sarah took a deep, cleansing breath and answered it. True to his word, the Padre had called her on a regular basis to give her updates on Chuck's condition. As his partner and his best friend, she looked forward to the phone calls. But as his wife, they were excruciating. Still, no news was not good news, so this would be a welcome conversation. They were going to retire from field work. Charles Carmichael was supposed to become a distant memory, and Charles and Sarah Talley were going to teach at the Farm and do analysis for the company. No more killing, no more seduction. It couldn't come soon enough for Sarah.

Please be good news, she thought as she put the phone to her ear. "Talley," she said.

"Sarah, it's me."

Sarah's shoulders relaxed and she rested her chin on her hand. "Chuck?" When she looked up she saw Beckman had left the room. After letting out a breath she thought, Relative or not. Beckman is still my boss.

"I've been allowed to make a short phone call to you."

Sarah took in a deep breath. "So, how has everything been going?"

"I have to admit it's been interesting, but at the same time it has been..."

"Enlightening?" Sarah provided.

"Yeah, that's a good word." Chuck paused for a moment to collect himself. "Before I forget to say it, I love you."

She smiled and her eyes welled up. "I know, baby. I love you, too. Don't worry about me. Just get better and come home to me."

For a moment Chuck got so silent, Sarah thought she might have lost the call, but then he said. "Why do you want me to come home? I've become a monster! How…" Chuck had difficulty breathing. "How can you even want me home?"

Sarah's face contorted for a moment at the word Monster, but it quickly went away. "Chuck, let's get something straight right here, right now," Sarah said sternly. "I love you, and I want you home. Besides, if you think I'm just going to let you go, you really are out of your damn mind."

Sarah heard silence. Finally she heard his voice again, and it was shaking badly. She could almost picture the tears that must have been coming to Chuck's face.

"Sarah, I've…I've become the monster you always tried to keep me from becoming." Sarah could hear him choke back a few sobs. "How can you even want me back home and around our children? What if they aren't safe around me anymore? Oh, God, what the hell…"

"Chuck!" Sarah forcefully interrupted him. "Shush, baby, and listen to me. Let me tell you a story."

Sarah straightened in her seat. "There's this guy walking down the street and falls in this hole. A doctor walks up and sees this, and the guy shouts up to him, 'Hey, can you help me? I'm in this hole, and the walls are so steep I can't get out.' The doctor writes a prescription and throws it in the hole."

Chuck heard Sarah sneeze. "God bless you." he said.

Sarah smiled at the phone. "Thank you. So a bit later, a priest comes by the hole. The guy says, 'Father, I'm in this hole, can you help me?' The priest writes a prayer and throws it in the hole."

"Not long after, he sees a friend and says, 'Joe can you help me, I'm in a hole.' Joe jumps in the hole with him, and the guy says, 'Are you stupid? Now we're both in the hole.' Joe says, 'Yeah, but I've been in this hole, and I know the way out.' "

Sarah paused for a second to collect herself. "Baby, as long as I take in breath, I will always stand by you. So it is simple, Chuck. You have to get better."

Sarah heard a quiet chuckle on the other end of the phone. "I knew having you watch The West Wing was going to bite me in the ass one day."

"The sentiment is just as true today, Chuck."

She could hear Chuck start and stop several times. "Sarah, I did such horrible things."

"But the thing is, you are human. I think…no, I KNOW…you are the best person I have ever met, and that will never change." Will he realize that I am the monster he is so afraid of becoming?

Another pause followed. It was eerily silent on both ends of the phone. "Sarah, are you crying?"

"Yes, dammit!" Sarah snapped at her husband. "I can't seem to stop being a blubbering idiot! This is your fault, Chuck, so hurry up and come home so you can fix it!"

"Actually, Wilkerson says it may only be a day or two more. I seem to be going on a road trip today."

"A road trip, Chuck?"

Once again Sarah heard only his breathing. His was almost a whisper. "Sarah, what if I attack someone?"

"Chuck, I'm sure you know why you did what you did at my appointment."


Sarah took a breath to keep her voice strong. "Now that you know, you'll be able to prevent them."

Chucks voice came back much stronger. "How did I marry such an amazing person?"

It was Sarah's turn to smile. "I ask myself the exact same thing every day."

The couple shared a few moments of silence. "So what are you doing today?" Chuck asked

"Well it seems the C.A.T. Squad is going after Patel with a couple of new members."

"New members?"

"It turns out your aunt was always envious of us, no matter how stupid Graham was coming up with the name."

Sarah couldn't stop smiling when she heard the laughter from the other end of the phone. "Well be careful, Sarah. I can't wait to see you. I love you, Sarah."

"Love you, too."

Sarah closed her eyes as she ended the call. She placed the edge of the phone on her forehead and closed her eyes tightly. When she opened them, she realized she had been so focused on the call, she didn't notice Ellie had taken a seat next to her.

"He seems to be doing much better," she told Ellie.

Ellie looked at her sister and smiled. "You don't have to tell me, Sarah. You're smile could light up an entire city."

Sarah nodded. "It looks like the light at the end of the tunnel is clearly visible." She paused and shied away from Ellie's gaze as she tried to keep the inevitable blush from rising. "I'm always amazed how he controls my emotions so easily."

Ellie touched Sarah's face. "It's love, Sarah. You gave each other the keys to each other's hearts."

Sarah studied Ellie's face. "What's wrong, Ellie? Is there something that's bothering you?"

A guilty smile appeared on Ellie's face. "I should never try to keep something from a spy. I've been worried about this Padre guy. What's the deal with him?"

"You're worried because he's not a psychiatrist, aren't you." When Ellie slowly nodded, Sarah realized she had expected Ellie to put a lot of blind faith in her decisions. Given Ellie hadn't grown up in her world; Sarah should have been cognizant of that. After all, saying I trust you was a far cry from actually being able to trust someone. The intensity of her gaze was unexpected.

Sarah turned back to Ellie and took her hand. "Did I ever tell you about how I met the Padre?" Ellie shook her head. "A few months before I was assigned to find out about a certain guy at the Buy More, I was on a mission that went all wrong. My partner abandoned me, and it took everything I had to make it to a dingy hotel to hide till backup arrived."

She stopped when she saw the blood drain from Ellie's face. Sarah paused. Sarah gave Ellie's hand a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, I was relatively safe there, and it wasn't too long before someone came to get me out of there."

"The door was opened. It did not take me long to realize that Graham had decided that my physical body wasn't the only thing that needed healing." It was Sarah turn to stare at Ellie as she clasped her hands tightly. "I had been used as a weapon, a tool, by the CIA for years. They liked the beauty, but the beast was just as important. It took long, long hours of conversation, but The Padre helped me realize that I had been fighting against it for a long time. I never realized until I talked to him just how much I needed to be needed"

"Oh come on Sarah, I've seen you in action. You are amazing. You really didn't know how many people needed you?"

Sarah took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair before her before she continued on. "I know there are a lot of people who find what I can do useful." She paused and exhaled solemnly. "Even my father. What I meant was nobody ever needed me before. Not the woman who had the right facial features and the athletic body, just the woman. Just Sarah."

A few tears fell down Sarah's cheek and she grabbed a Kleenex. "No one ever cared about me."


The strange and loud sound coming from Sarah as she blew her nose caused both women to freeze. They stared at each other for a moment before laughing lot harder than the joke really was.

"Ever think of getting a job with an alarm company? Talk about scaring the burglars away!" Ellie said, her eyes dancing with merriment.

Sarah laughed hysterically and blushed in embarrassment. Both of them settled down after a moment. "So, The Padre worked with me until we returned to the Company's campus. By that time, I came to realize that all of the work I had done was for everyone but me. If I ever was going to become the person my mind obviously wanted me to be, then I was the one who needed to do it. So he set me up with a local doctor who could help."

"Then I met this cute nerd who..." Sarah's voice left her. The tears started flowing again.

Ellie just smiled. "Turned your life upside-down, inside-out, and wouldn't leave well enough alone?"

Sarah laughed. "Yeah and his too-caring-for-her-own-good older sister didn't exactly help, either."

Ellie rocked back in laughter as her own cheeks were moist with a tear or two. "It's a shame you weren't pregnant earlier. These sisterly talks are so much more fun with your hormones all over the place."

Both ladies shared a moment where they just smiled as the faint ticking of a clock was heard in the background. After staring at Ellie for a full ten seconds, Sarah said, "You shouldn't be going on this mission with us."

Ellie just shook her head slowly. "Sarah, you need a physician in case something happens. I am the only one who's…what word am I looking for? Cleared?...to do this. So if you go, I go."

"Well it might be moot anyway. Beckman might still bench me, even though this is going to be such an easy mission."

In the kitchen, Carina and Zondra were having a slightly less emotional talk with General Beckman.

"Ladies, I know how much Bartowski means to you, but she shouldn't be going," Beckman said in a tone that was part caring matriarch, part hard-ass officer.

"General, I understand that, but Zondra and I will do the heavy lifting," Carina said, her hands waiving around for emphasis. "And we have a doctor coming with us. This is just for kicks. We need one last hurrah. Once Walker starts squirting out the little baby nerds, we will never get another chance."

Beckman's face became stern. "Look, I've been doing this since you kittens were in diapers, so spare me the BS."

Zondra sported an evil grin. "Look, just because we're not going to Palm Beach to visit a certain martini-swilling 'friend' of yours doesn't mean you should be a spoil sport for the rest of the team."

"How dare you mention that! I am only thinking about Sarah! Not the fact that he is in Palm Springs"

Carina looked at the other two women. "Just who are you talking about, and why don't I know about it?"

"General," Sarah said as she entered the room. "Roan Montgomery is probably the worst kept secret in the CIA. I know you're worried about me, but don't be. I'll be fine. Besides, this will give you cover when the NCA ask why didn't you go on vacation."

"Sarah, I really don't think…" Beckman began.

"Dammit, Diane! They went after Chuck! And they didn't care how many of our family were killed to get to him! The son of a bitch has got to pay!"

Beckman stared at her for several moments until she nodded her head in agreement.

Chapel at the Monastery

Chuck sat on the edge of his seat for what he had learned was the homily. That's what they called the sermon the priest delivered in a Catholic service. As this one was going to be delivered by the guy who had been helping him, there was no doubt he needed to pay attention. Sarah seemed so much closer today and Chuck didn't want to leave anything to chance.

"Our reading is from Paul's Second Letter to the Corinthians," the priest began. "Examine yourselves to see whether you are living in faith. Test yourselves. Do you not realize that Jesus Christ is in you? - unless, of course, you fail the test. I hope you will discover that we have not failed. But we pray to God that you may not do evil, not that we may appear to have passed the test but that you may do what is right, even though we may seem to have failed. For we cannot do anything against the truth, but only for the truth. For we rejoice when we are weak but you are strong. What we pray for is your improvement."

Although Chuck did his best to pay attention while the priest read the Gospel passage for the day, his mind focused on the reading that talked about doing evil and failing the test. The words haunted his mind.

I am evil, he thought. I've become what I've always tried to avoid. I failed the test.

He shook his head clear and focused on the homily.

"Like a lot of other verses in the New Testament, this verse is ambiguous," the priest said. "It's that way for a very good reason. The human condition can be very complex. It is better to find the word sometimes than to go to the rulebook."

Chuck found it amusing the ordinarily quiet man he had seen in his office had a bright glimmer in his eye. He also was waving his arms making points as he continued.

"Today I want to talk about how this is just another way of explaining just how amazing God's love really is. He gave us the gift of free will. It really is an amazing gift. With it, we are not the drones you see in the movies just blindly shooting away without reason or purpose. No, it is what allows us to leave our own lives. When we have a decision to make, we can choose what we want to do.

I remember this old Cherokee story. A parable, as it were. One evening, an old Cherokee Indian told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, 'My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. One is evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

"'The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.'

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, 'Which wolf wins?'

The old Cherokee simply replied, 'The one you feed.'"

The Padre moved to the center of the pulpit and put his hands together, bowing his head in prayer before he continued. "It has always been up to us. Do we ignore His love or do we walk the path of righteousness every day?

"We can only be the monsters you hear about on TV if we choose to behave that way." Wilkerson stared at Chuck for a moment. "If we choose to walk the path and feed the good wolf, we will become the people God wants us to be. The ones that will enjoy eternal life. Free will was given to us for a reason. As sinners we will make mistakes, but by design it is our Heavenly Father that decides our ultimate fate. The good news as always is that He loves us, and our mistakes are expected. God's love and our faith can carry us on forever."

Monastery Offices

Chuck walked into the room where they had been having their sessions and sat down in his chair and waited. He figured it would take a moment to get all those extra robes and stuff off before The Padre got back. It took about five minutes, but when he got back he was wearing street clothes.

"Chuck, I have been looking forward to this, so I figure we will do this meeting a little different. Come on, we need to get you changed so we can go."

Chucks forehead furrowed and his eyes became clouded. "Not that I mind, but where are we going on such short notice?"

Wilkerson smiled a toothy grin and rubbed his hand over his head. "We have a parish in a poor neighborhood nearby, but its parishioners are amazing. So I set it up for you to fix some computers for them."

Chuck could have been knocked down with a feather, "Umm, it's not that I mind, but why do you want to make me a Nerd Herder again?"

A wry smile emerged on the Padre. "Why do you think we're going there, Chuck?"

He turned and faced the Padre, starting and stopping several times before finally finding his voice. "This is how I pay back all the kindness you've shown me?"

The Padre chuckled. "While I appreciate the sentiment, Chuck, that's not it. Try again."

"I need to prove I can keep myself from going off on someone."

This time it was Wilkerson's term to pause. "Whom do you need to prove it to?"

Chuck stopped again and looked straight at his counterpart as his shoulders sagged and he let out a breath. "I don't know. Myself?"

The trip in the car was interesting. Of course driving in a Jeep Grand Cherokee was interesting when the driver had done a lot of off-road driving in their lives. The fact he was going to some place to work on old computers was kind of fitting. Wilkerson even told him he wanted him to work on his computer. Beckman had mentioned that Chuck was brilliant on security measures.

An hour later, the Padre pulled up to the parish, and the place looked like an old abandoned building. When he walked into it, he was struck by an odd sense of familiarity. The smell reminded him if the cafeteria at Stanford. Then he saw them on the side of the building. Twenty computers sat waiting for someone to fix them. The last few had people waiting to use them.

A small smile came to Chuck as he turned to face the Padre. "I'm going to need..."

"Your toolkit?" Wilkerson finished as he handed Chuck a small box.

Chuck stared at him in surprise. "How did you know?"

"I asked Sarah about what you would need."

The mere mention of Sarah's name made Chuck light up like a Christmas tree. Then it faded just as quickly. "Wait, were you always planning on coming here? Even before…" Chuck looked to make sure no one was listening. "…my disaster?"

The Padre let a small chuckle escape. "Chuck, figuring out what was going on with you was never an issue. You were the one who needed to figure it out."

Chuck nodded as he sat down on the metal folding chair. He set up his toolkit as he smiled at the first people who waiting for him to work on the computer. "So what happens to be the problem with this computer?"

After the parishioner told him the problem with the computer, he plugged in a surge protector and booted the computer. He turned his head to the side to look at his companion. "Padre, can I borrow your laptop for a second? I'll get the security updates on it while waiting for the other systems to do their thing."

Wilkerson handed Chuck his laptop and stepped back to watch Chuck in action. He had to smile. Chuck looked like a kid entering the living room on Christmas morning. After plugging in Wilkerson's laptop, he booted it up and got to work.

"Chuck, I'll write down the password for you. Do you…"

The Padre stopped as he saw Chuck had already bypassed the log in screen and was flying through the different screens. "How did you…" The Padre was shocked, to say the least.

Chuck stopped his work and looked at the Padre with a grin. "Padre, this is kind of my thing."

It didn't take long for Chuck to fix the first few computers. However, word got out quickly, and thirty more computers suddenly appeared. As more people arrived to receive assistance from Chuck, the security updates for the Padre's computer completed their update. The Padre really had to give Chuck credit; he was a rare individual. Someone who was a genius by almost any measure but made any person who interacted with him feel completely at ease. The Padre wondered if Chuck knew how rare of a gift that was.

While Chuck worked on a woman's computer, she went on and on about how her hours were cut back at a hotel where she was employed with housekeeping. As he was going through her bios to make sure everything would work, Chuck heard her mention the Holiday Inn next to the interstate. Suddenly, the Padre noticed Chuck turn rigid and a strange look emerged on his face. Just as soon as it appeared, it was gone, he hit a couple quick keys on the woman's computer and stood up. "Ma'am I think you're ready to go." Once she walked away, he turned to Wilkerson. "Let's go some place private. I need to talk to you about something."

Once they left the cafeteria, the Padre and Chuck went into an office around the corner. "You know about the Intersect, right? Well, I just had a flash. I need to use your computer for a bit." No answer came from Wilkerson, only a raised eyebrow. "I found some unusual security protocols at Patel's office; the same office Sarah and her team is headed to right now. I need to help them."

"No problem, Kid, but do me a favor. Make sure you stay in touch. I see what everyone says about just how brilliant you are. It's definitely not the secrets that make you who you are. "

Chuck just shrugged his shoulders as a wry smile formed on his face. The two men headed back into the cafeteria to get the laptop.

Patel's Offices

The team pulled up to the office building their intel revealed as Patel's office. The mirrored finish and the cookie cutter architecture screamed boring. Even the waterfall in front of the building looked like it was probably built in front of a few thousand office buildings around the world. Zondra parked the car among a group of other cars so it wouldn't stand out.

"This may look like just another office building, but we don't know which of the five floors he is on," Beckman said as the group exited the car. "Plus I am sure there is plenty of security in place, so be careful. Zondra, take point. Carina, cover our six."

Zondra looked at Carina in amusement. "Geez, and I thought Walker was anal retentive about going over plans again and again. We got it, General. Trust us."

They slipped into a side entrance and took a stairwell up to the second floor. Sarah looked at the security locks on the doors.

"The locks have a six-digit rolling code synchronized to special badges worn by all personnel. Fortunately, this is where it pays to be married to the man who installed the system."

Sarah took a small tablet computer out of her bag and attached a USB cable to it. She then attached it to the lock and started the program on the tablet to find the correct code.

Zondra looked at Carina and shook her head. "I need to get decontaminated after this. Apparently the nerd virus is contagious."

"Bite me," Sarah replied acidly.

"Real mature response there, Walker."

"Uh-huh. By the way, Kettle returned your call. Something about you saying she's black?"

Ellie tried to just let it all soak in. She leaned over to her aunt. "Is it always like this?"

"This is one of their better days," Beckman replied with a tired sigh.

The program on Sarah's laptop found the code, and she opened the door. As the team entered the hallway on the second floor, all of the lights started to blink. Sarah stared at them for a few moments. Zondra grabbed a notepad mumbling "My Morse code is rusty."

Suddenly a grin spread across Sarah's face. She turned to the team, and the sparkle in her eyes was apparent. "Chuck is here," she whispered excitedly.

"How do you know?" Carina asked.

Sarah pointed at the lights. "The pattern of the lights. It's Feeling Good by Nina Simone. It's our song."

Ellie looked up at the lights. "She's right. It must be Chuck. He was raving about this book called The Bank Job a few months ago. I think something like this happened in it."

"I hope this story had a happy ending," Carina said.

Ellie shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't think they finished the book yet out of frustration. From what Chuck told me, some people thought the author was evil, but he always thought she was a big softy."

The team moved slowly down the second floor hallway but saw nobody. They returned to the stairwell. Sarah took out her tablet to open the door again, but the green light and a quick flick of the lights let them know Chuck was a step ahead of them.

Zondra opened the door and looked into the stairwell with her gun pointed. "So this is what it's like to have full time geek support."

"NERD!" Sarah, Ellie, Beckman, and Carina corrected, to which Zondra shook her head and contorted her face in disgust.

They ascended the stairs to the third floor. Sarah looked at the lock, but the keypad blinked red. The light above them turned itself off.

"Not this floor?" Ellie asked.

Sarah shook her head. "Chuck has control of the lights, so he must want us elsewhere." She peered up the stairwell. The light above the entrance to the fifth floor was still lit. "Let's go," she said.

The slow but careful progression up the stairs continued till they reached the fifth floor. Sarah tried to use her tablet computer to open the door, but it wouldn't respond. The light above them flickered three times in a repeated fashion.

"What does that mean?" Ellie asked.

Sarah was confused until her tablet computer beeped. She tapped the screen, and the feed from a security camera showed three guards in the hallway. Sarah held up three fingers and whispered to Ellie, "Ellie, there are a few guys in this hallway. I know enough not to ask you to hide, but just sneak a peek at the hallway. OK Ellie?"

Ellie took a moment to process what she had heard. As she did the door lock clicked open and the spies headed for the other side. Ellie lightly grabbed her sister in law's arm "Sarah isn't this dangerous?"

Eleanor Fay Bartowski had known Sarah Lisa Walker for a long time. Even so, she had never seen the smile and the way her eyes had a mischievous glint to them before. Sarah just looked at her and said, "Is this dangerous? Nope. This… is fun."

With that, Sarah joined her fellow agents into the hallway.

As Ellie peeked around the corner into the hallway the three spies were padding down the hallway crouched, but still flowing. She knew for certain, she was glad she was not the guys that were supposedly in this hallway. There wasn't anyone, but a light near one of the doors flashed and the three guys Chuck had predicted walked into the hallway and froze.

Beckman was standing on the other side of the doorway, and when she saw the men wearing standard security guard garb she told Ellie, "This will be quick."

Ellie agreed easily since both Zondra and Carina seemed to turn into what could be described as a whirling dervish. Shortly after two henchman were down and the one left was walking up to Sarah with a huge smirk on his face.

Carina looked at Zondra across the hall and said, "Z, he's smirking."

"Yeah, one day they'll remember not to smirk at her."

He took another step and swung at Sarah. She ducked and used a right cross across his jaw. Number three backed up a step and said, "Oh it's on, bitch."

Beckman looked at Ellie and said, "I bet you were wondering why I allowed Sarah to come."

As soon as she finished telling Ellie that Sarah took a step forward and swung her right foot up at a surprisingly fast speed. Its trajectory was stopped at the junction between his legs. He stopped all motion as his eyeballs tried to leave his body as the air left his lungs. Then Sarah planted herself and performed a flying kick to his head.

It didn't take long for him to crumple to the carpet.

"That's why."

Zondra looked at her old partner, "Finished showing off Sarah?"

Sarah felt something on her cheek and rubbed it. Her fingers came away red, and it wasn't her blood, she realized. Chuck's not the monster. You are.

Ellie and Beckman caught up with the group and saw a new light flash above a door a few doors down. In a low voice, Ellie asked, "How does Chuck know where we are?"

Gently, Sarah grabbed Ellie's arm and moved down the hall to the door that Chuck wanted opened. She looked up into the camera offering a quick smile and wave to her husband, trying to shake off the morose turn her thoughts had taken and hoping the poor camera feed would hide it from him. He'd always been too perceptive for his own good and the last thing she needed was him being concerned about her.

A long forgotten quote from college entered her mind. "Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more." She sincerely hoped that this would be the final time.

That is till she felt a firm grip yank her into the room.

AN #2 Over a year ago I had the idea for this. I'm not trying to make Chuck a born again Christian overnight. However, I do believe that the world has forced Chuck to change, and the person who is helping his is a priest. Therefore this is a natural progression.

I am not trying to change anyone's mind, just celebrating my beliefs.

If you have any comments PLEASE let me know.