Chuck Versus the Book

Chuck versus Chapter XXVII

It was five in the morning and Sarah hadn't answered her phone. Casey said he hadn't seen her since he gave her the room key and Morgan hadn't seen her since the mission. Chuck was starting to freak out. He shouldn't have been so hard on her, she obviously had beaten herself up about it already and she was sorry, but he still couldn't fathom the idea of putting their child in danger. It didn't make sense to him.

Chuck took a deep breath before knocking on the door of Sarah's hotel room. When there was no answer, he took out his own keycard and inserted it into the slot before opening the door. The room seemed empty. The bed was still made and her unopened suitcase rested on top of it. She was there though. Her phone was on the nightstand next to a strip of ultrasound pictures that lay atop an envelope and the bathroom light was on.

"Sarah?" Chuck called as he walked toward the bathroom door

No answer.

"Sarah?" He called again, this time knocking on the door

No answer.

Finding the door unlocked, he walked inside only to find Sarah asleep on the bathroom floor. She was never a heavy sleeper. Years of being in the CIA prevented that. Being pregnant, stressed, and exhausted has changed that, however. The toilet lid was open, indicating she had been throwing up. Chuck sighed and left the bathroom. He walked towards the bed and put her suitcase on the ground and turned down the bed. He went back to the bathroom and picked Sarah up and laid her on the mattress and rolled the blankets up to cover her. She stirred a little at the new sensation but thought nothing of it.

About an hour later, Sarah woke up to find Chuck looking at the new ultrasound pictures with tears in his eyes.

"lt's alright." Sarah whispered, "The baby, I mean. It's healthy."

Chuck sniffed and nodded.

"I asked the doctor to put write down the sex and put it an envelope so we could open it together." Sarah said as she looked down at the quilt that covered her torso.

Chuck wiped some of his tears away and slightly laughed before shaking his head and crying again.

"I'm sorry, Sarah. I'm so, so sorry." Chuck began as set the picture down and dropped his head. "I should have never said that. It was stupid and selfish and I'm sorry. I trust you with the baby. I know it wasn't... that you didn't..."

"Stop." Sarah interrupted. "Why are you apologizing? You have every right not to trust me. I put our baby in danger. It's just that what Decker did and what Ryker wanted to do, I just suspected that Beckman might... I don't know. But when I was in the room and he chained me to the wall, I was just so scared. I've never... I didn't know what was going to happen and I was scared, no, terrified. I thought he was gonna.." Sarah choked on her tears and pursed her lips together, "... and you were going to have watch. But then he had the knife and I just thought that 'this is it, he's going to kill my baby.' And I couldn't..." Sarah started to sob, her hand covering her mouth

Chuck rushed over to the side of the bed and took her in his arms and cradled her head. "I wouldn't have let him do anything to you. I wouldn't ever leave you there." Chuck said "The baby is okay, you're okay." He ran his fingers through her hair. It had grown back longer over the years and reached past her shoulders to the length Chuck preferred. He pushed her out slightly so he could look into her eyes. They were a dull color, almost grey. They had been like that for a couple days. It was the lack of food and sleep, the stress she had put on her shoulders, and the fear of losing her child, their child. He tucked a strand behind her ear and lifted her chin up. "I left the van when he found out you were wearing a wire. Is that all that happened?" Chuck asked