Notice: This story is presently undergoing a remastering because I have changed the rating of the story from T rated to M rated. Only the first ten chapters have been remastered thus far. I will update here as more chapters are remastered in line with the new rating of the story.
Welcome to my alternate universe story that explores the route of Sarah and Chuck meeting each other as the CIA's best agents. Expect lots of things different to canon in regards to Chuck and Sarah's relationship in this story as they have the freedom to do absolutely anything they want to concerning their relationship without any consequences.
Yes, Chuck is a fully trained spy in this story and everything that accompanies that in this story. BUT, he is still the same Chuck from canon, as you will see if you give the story a chance and read just a few chapters :)
Sarah also telling Chuck that he isn't the same guy she fell for (because he's a spy) does not apply here either. Because in this AU, this is the first time that she has met him (so she hasn't experienced the non-spy Chuck), and he is still the EXACT same kind, loving, passionate, and sweet guy from canon :) My pen-name is Charah! I'm not going to turn Chuck into some mindless government killer! Lol!
The first couple dozen chapters are effectively a prologue (it sounds silly now, but it will make sense over time), and there's some main plot going on. Still, it's mostly getting everybody introduced and setting the tempo. The real fun to the story will begin around chapter forty.
Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck which is probably the reason why the ending of the show is just absolutely awful ;)
Chapter One, Love at First Sight
Central Intelligence Agency Headquarters
28 November 2005
As Agent Walker sat quietly on her seat inside CIA Director Graham's office, she began to drift off into a reverie about a lot of things that had taken place in her career in the CIA throughout the previous months but in particular her last two missions for the agency. The previous two missions for Sarah had taken an enormous toll out on her, and all she wanted to do at this moment in time was to be sitting on a beach in St. Tropez alone. Nevertheless, instead, here she was in Washington D.C. while waiting for her next assignment, which happened to be with some CIA bad-ass called Carmichael.
As soon as the Director had given her the assignment, Sarah had attempted to talk herself out of working with a partner. She had tried her very level best to get her point across to the Director that all of her success in the CIA had come from working alone and that she didn't go well with partners. She had used the fallout of the Clandestine Attack Team as the main part of her argument, but Graham, however, was adamant that she would obey her orders.
Just great... This Carmichael is probably another one of those arrogant CIA hotshots who love themselves and are more interested in the glitz and glam of the spy life rather than the mission in hand
However, if the truth was told, Sarah was more hurt in particular because of the growing reputation of this Carmichael. She was receiving half of her normal mission workload from Graham, and she did not like it. After taking her father away, all she had left was the agency, and she sure as hell was not going to let some CIA hotshot take that away from her.
No, she would have to show Graham on this assignment that the word 'partner' was, not one that she had in her vocabulary.
So due to her negative opinion that Sarah had already placed on this mystery agent, she wasn't at all surprised when she checked her watch to find that Agent Carmichael was running fifteen minutes late. She didn't know what the Director saw in Carmichael, because even after his blatant act of unprofessionalism of being late, the Director was still all smiles and he even gave her a funny looking grin. The Director may be a lot of things, ruthless and cunning, to name but a few, but he could read the mind of Sarah Walker to perfection as she was after all his recruit.
So Sarah sat back uncomfortably once more as she zoned out drifting into thoughts about getting the upcoming mission out of the way and taking a week of leave to visit St. Tropez. It really was beautiful at this time of year...
Agent Charles 'Chuck' Carmichael arrived outside CIA Headquarters in attendance for the upcoming mission briefing. When Chuck had first received the call from the Director about the mission, he didn't want the assignment. Don't freak out he had said to himself at the time. Director Graham wanted him to work together with one of the best Agents not only in the CIA but in the world.
The great Agent Sarah Walker.
Agent Walker had been recruited into the CIA in 1998. She was an ex-member of the infamous CAT Squad. She was also ex-Secret Service detail and had protected the President. Chuck was pretty sure that if needed, Agent Walker could quell a revolution with a fork.
Chuck often wondered to himself why he had been receiving many of the difficult missions when they were far more suited to Sarah Walker. The assignments that Chuck had been assigned were her style—seduction. Back at the farm, legend had it that Miss Walker would only have to look at you with her eyes or flick her hair, and you would be on your knees, spilling all she needed to know.
Don't freak out, Chuck. Don't freak out...
He quickly hurried into the CIA Headquarters, and he continued along the corridors until landing outside of the Director's office. Taking in a breath of air, he walked inside the open door still in a daydream as his mind continued to mull over why he had received so many of the types of missions that he had been given when there were so many other Agents out there better looking and more charming than him.
But who was he to disobey his orders?
Chuck had been teamed with beautiful agents from the CIA, MI6, and a recent DEA agent in the Afghan region, but no beauty on this earth could be compared to the woman sitting with the Director. He had read her file, her mission reports, and he admired her work immensely, but he could never believe there was a woman as beautiful as Agent Walker.
Hell, he still didn't believe it, and he thought he was dreaming that was until the Director cleared his throat as he announced his presence.
Chuck turned crimson red on the Director, announcing his presence to him. How could he have been so stupid? Did his first meeting with Agent Walker consist of him being late and then consist of him being so frozen in time that he could not pry his eyes away from her. He was so lost in her beautiful sapphire eyes and her long blonde hair...
Finally, Carmichael had arrived. Sarah had noticed this because the Director had glanced out into the hallway. Sarah was disinterested at first, as she sat waiting for the inevitable bad attitude to originate from Agent Carmichael. She did not, however, prepare herself for when her eyes came into contact with a tall, broad-shouldered, well built, brown-haired, brown-eyed Agent with a clear shyness attached to his persona that was surely enough to unsettle anybody.
Was this mystery Agent the Prince Charming that her mother had told her stories of when she was young? And when their eyes had met with each other, she had drifted off into a universe that could only be described as heaven.
When the Director had subsequently made himself aware, she snapped back because, for a moment, she had uncharacteristically lost control of herself. The handsome Agent then moved to take a seat a few feet away from her.
Sarah suddenly felt an unfamiliar sensation inside of her stomach at the mere sight of him.
"I–I'm so sorry, Director. I have zero excuses for being late," he said with a nervous glance as he tripped over his words because of his encounter just seconds ago with the beautiful woman just a few feet away.
Director Graham glanced at both of his Agents, feeling very aware of what had just occurred between his two best Agents, and he smirked.
"Please, Agent Carmichael, no apologies are necessary. I completely understand, and I am sorry to have called you in. I know I promised you a vacation to spend time with your family who you have not had the chance to see in a while but duty calls," Graham paused ever so briefly to rotate his glance between Chuck and Sarah and then he continued once more, "Agent Carmichael, please allow me to introduce you to Agent Walker."
Chuck nodded shyly. "Agent Walker I–I am so honored to be given a chance to work with you," Chuck said as he tripped over his words again.
Sarah's cheeks flushed. This man in close proximity to her was incredibly cute. She had never encountered an agent who had a clear nervousness about him before. "Please, call me Sarah. It's a pleasure to meet you, Agent Carmichael."
"Please, call me Chuck, and the pleasure is all mine," he said with a gaze of admiration, feeling a great sense of pride and honor towards her.
Director Graham then resumed the briefing, "Now, Agents, I have studied your missions for several months now. You both fight very similarly, and you are both comfortable thinking very quickly on your feet. I believe you to be perfectly compatible as partners, so this will be your first mission together. If results are good, then you will become permanent partners," the Director paused momentarily while he was still full of grins on the inside because of his two best agents acting like love-struck puppies too shy to look at one another again. "You will attend a formal party inside the French Consulate here in D.C. tomorrow. You will go in under the cover of being a married United States couple with a fine interest in politics. Your cover name will be the Andersons. Your assignment is to grab a French citizen and to retrieve a micro intelligence chip from him. All I can tell you about what's on the chip is that it is game-changing intelligence. Accommodation has already been arranged, and you will find a small armory available to you inside suitcases at the hotel. So, questions?"
Chuck spoke first, "Director, who is this French Citizen? "
"Pierre Salvatore, he is directly connected to the organization that bombed the Las Vegas hotel last month. We lost seven agents in that explosion, and we believe that he plans to use the information on the chip to plot a next attack against the U.S."
As Sarah focused intensely on the briefing, she gazed at Chuck occasionally, and he likewise seemed entirely focused and alert to everything the Director was saying to them.
"Director, will the target have any backup?" Sarah asked.
"That is unknown, Agent Walker. It is possible he may have up to four armed muscle around him, which should not be a problem for either of you with your expertise. You will grab Pierre using whatever means you deem necessary. Alive or dead, the importance is primarily the intel. I would also suggest you spend the next day getting to know each other. My aide out in the hallway will provide you with the relevant files necessary covering the mission and other relevant items of interest, such as your marriage rings. That will be all," the Director finished.
Chuck and Sarah nodded at the Director, and they then rose to stand. Departing the Director's office, they spent the next few minutes gathering the necessary information from one of the Director's aides such as the location of the hotel they would be staying at, and they then departed for the waiting transport to take them to their accommodation.
While they walked to their transport, Sarah began to hold an inquisition as she demanded answers from herself over what the hell had just occurred inside that room. Fifteen minutes ago, she hated the prospect of meeting another one of those arrogant agents, but it couldn't have played out more differently if she had tried. It would have been so much easier if he was an ass. But he was handsome, smart, and very, very shy. She quite simply had no idea how to handle him. You were not taught how to handle a situation like the one she was in back at the farm. And to make matters worse, once they had left and headed for a taxi, he emitted one of the cutest smiles to her that she had ever seen. Cancel that, it was the cutest smile that she had ever seen, and if she were not a highly trained assassin, it could have easily made her knees come close to buckling...
A short while later
Chuck and Sarah arrived in the hallway of the floor of the hotel they would be staying at. When they had checked in just a few minutes ago as the Andersons, they had both thought that the agency would have had them booked into just the one-bedroom, their cover after all was that they were married. They had a habit of making you feel uncomfortable in the agency. But to both of the agents' relief, it was a two-bedroom suite.
"I should probably shower and prepare myself for the day," Chuck said.
Sarah nodded. "Good idea. Me too. What time would you like to meet up?"
"About forty minutes?" he suggested.
"Sure. We can talk over lunch down in the reception area?"
"That sounds great. I'll see you downstairs in a short while then," he said.
"Ok," she replied with a smile.
They then began to separate as they each entered into their respective rooms, and as soon as Chuck had entered his room, he let out a huge sigh. Chuck had to impress Sarah Walker. He had to show her that he could be a good partner. He already knew from reports that she preferred to work alone, so this was his one chance to prove his ultimate worth to the agency in the hope of leading his own team one day.
He needed to shower.
He needed to have a clear mind, and he couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful his new partner was.
Grow up, Chuck. This isn't middle school. You're both elite spies. You need to remain professional and focus on this mission.
Putting aside his inner thoughts, he headed to shower...
Entering into her room, Sarah closed the door after her, and she headed for the bathroom and fast. Sarah would always be the consummate professional, but there was just something about that guy. Sarah hadn't really had a specific type of guy she was interested in before. Quite simply because there hadn't been many men in her life. Ever since Graham had recruited her, most of her time since had been spent with a focus on her work. She'd met a guy at CIA academy, a couple at Harvard University, and another for a night of fun since. However, none of them had had her feeling anywhere close to the level of intrigue that she was feeling towards Chuck. She quickly undressed and stepped into the shower and turned the water on to distract and remove from her mind her new partner.
Stepping out of the shower, Chuck dried himself down, and he changed into a casual shirt and jeans, and he began to adjust his long hair into place. Completing his actions, he departed his room, and he headed down to the reception area to meet Sarah in the restaurant for lunch.
Arriving inside the restaurant a few minutes later, he noted as Sarah was already seated and waiting for his arrival. He began to walk toward her, once more in a world of his own just as he had been inside Director Graham's office.
I wonder how long I have kept her waiting this time? Can I stop being such an idiot and be on time for once? If I keep making a woman this beautiful wait around, then she will be long gone on the next flight out of here before I even have the chance to say—hi-yo!
Now close enough to take in her appearance, Chuck paused in place as he began to gape at the incredible beauty before him, and his breath caught. She was casually dressed, but in his opinion, she looked breathtaking. Chuck did not know how she could make a simple tank top and jeans look so beautiful, but she did, and with ease!
Sarah gazed at him with a slightly amused look, and she began to wave her hand in front of his eyes. "Chuck?" she called.
"Huh..." he recovered, now feeling embarrassed with himself. He quickly moved to take a seat opposite her at the table. "I'm so, so sorry, Sarah, it's just..." he paused again, unable to stop his glancing toward Sarah. "You look really beautiful."
Sarah blushed on hearing his declaration, which was quite unusual for her, as she was used to compliments from agents, marks, and onlookers, but still, she blushed immensely. Chuck's compliment had been so sincere and genuine without any interior motive.
"Thank you, Chuck," she said with a warm smile.
They spent the next few minutes ordering their lunch together while managing to sneak several sly glances as they checked each other out.
And with their lunch now ordered, they became focused on learning as much as they could about each other.
"So, Chuck... What's a handsome guy like you doing working as a Clandestine Operative?" Sarah asked with a brief smile.
Chuck's cheeks began to flush, and he averted his gaze away from Sarah in shyness because of her compliment to him. Gazing back at her a few seconds later, he said, "I was recruited out of Stanford in 2002 as an analyst at first. But the agency told me I had so much more potential than that, and they spent a number of weeks convincing me to undergo the training..."
Chuck paused for a moment of consideration as he thought back to what his mentor Roan Montgomery had told him. Even though Chuck's combat effectiveness was second to none, Chuck's greatest strength was his emotions. Not many agents had the ability to show it, but Chuck was always kind, honest, and he always maintained his integrity. In tricky situations, he always attempted to play the negotiator, and he would NEVER leave anybody behind. He had a personal responsibility that if he messed up something, then he would fix it, or he would go down trying.
Chuck seems uncomfortable talking about himself. He doesn't seem to rate himself anywhere close to as much as Director Graham rates him. So much for the arrogant guy who loves himself, huh, Walker?
"And what about you, Sarah? Why is the most beautiful woman on the planet working as a CIA Clandestine Operative? I mean, you're one of the best spies in the world, I've read and admired all of your reports. But you would more than comfortably fit in anywhere in Hollywood earning twenty million a year," Chuck joked with a wide grin.
Sarah's cheeks blushed immensely again, and she averted her gaze away from him in shyness. Why is everything that this man says so perfect?
When she had recovered from the embarrassment of being complimented by him, she gazed at him and not knowing what to say after being dumbfounded by him; she gave him an adoring smile and said all she could think of, "You're so sweet. I like you, Chuck." It had been a long time since she had last smiled at anybody like that.
"Sweet? Golly gee, thanks for making me feel like I'm eight," he joked.
Sarah laughed as they held their gaze. "By the way, I wish I earned twenty million a year," she said with a smirk.
He chuckled. "Sarah, me too. I don't know about you, but I pick up peanuts in comparison to that,"
"Me too," she quickly interrupted.
Their lunch then arrived, and they began to eat together for the next few minutes until they finished eating around the same time.
"We should head out now and pick up our formal attire for the mission," Sarah said.
Chuck nodded. "Yeah."
"You should find a tux, Chuck," she stated, and he nodded once more. "And I'll need an evening dress."
"Agreed," he replied as they both stood up, and they departed the hotel to go shopping together.
It was evening when Chuck and Sarah had finished shopping for their formal attire together. They had spent three hours searching for the right items, and they had both seemed reluctant to show each other what they had purchased. It was almost as if they had purchased their outfits to impress the other one. Sarah using her super-spy skills, however, had managed to get a sneak peek of his outfit, and she liked what she saw. Like being an understatement.
With not much else left for Chuck and Sarah to do other than for them to choose their weapons, they returned to their hotel. The weapons cache was located in the hotel just like Graham had promised them. Under Chuck's bed were two suitcases full of weapons and ammunition. Sarah and Chuck then proceeded to open up the cases, and they stood drooling at the sight of the armaments like they were two kids at a candy store once more.
Sarah quickly opted for her preferred weapon of choice; the Smith & Wesson Model 5906, while Chuck opted for the SIG Sauer P229 as they each took five clips of ammunition and a suppressor.
Chuck spent a short moment, gazing at how his partner handled her weapon. "Not bad," Chuck said with a smile.
Sarah returned the smile. "Not too shabby yourself, Chuck."
With the completion of them arming themselves, there was only one thing left to do. They needed to plan out how to take out Pierre without alerting the entire consulate of their presence.
Chuck moved to open the envelope that Director Graham's aide had provided them with. They then spent the next twenty minutes talking back and forth over their plan before finishing and agreeing that they would infiltrate together as a married couple. However, they had decided that Sarah would attempt to lure Pierre into an on-suite consulate room where they would tranquilize him, grab the intelligence, and hopefully leave without any gunplay. And if all were to go wrong, then they would make a hot exfiltration and regroup back at the hotel.
It was now time to switch off for the night, and Chuck and Sarah were preparing to say goodnight to each other.
"Well, goodnight, Agent Walker. I hope that you sleep well," Chuck said in a soft, warm tone, and he sported her a trademark grin.
With a bright smile formed on her face, she said, "It's Sarah."
"Right, right! I'm sorry. It's just that I respect you as an agent so much, Sarah," he said.
"Thank you, Chuck," Sarah replied as she moved into Chuck's proximity, and she gave him a peck on his cheek.
Chuck began to glance at anywhere but Sarah and his cheeks turned red like a beetroot because of Sarah's action, and he became embarrassed.
Sarah giggled approvingly at his actions, and she smiled at him a final time before she departed through the door that separated the two rooms...
And as soon as Sarah had closed the door after her, Chuck began freaking out. I have just been kissed by the most beautiful woman I could ever imagine! If I am dreaming, then please do not wake me up!
Another cold shower was needed, and it was required urgently, so he quickly removed his shirt, and he began to head to the bathroom, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the door open behind him; Sarah was inside the room again!
Sarah instantly connected her gaze onto Chuck, and she froze in place at the sight of his bare chest, he was toned to perfection, and she could not help but visibly gasp at the completely unexpected sight in front of her eyes because it had only been a few seconds since she was here last. Hence, the furthest thing she expected him to be was shirtless! Sarah had always been a sucker for abs, and his abdominal muscle definition, in addition to his overall upper body physique, quite simply had taken her breath away. Sarah was already feeling immensely attracted to Chuck. He was funny, in a silly kind of way. He was very intelligent, and his facial features were quite simply to die for. Just looking at Chuck's face alone was enough to take Sarah's breath away, but this really was the icing on the cake. Sarah was now convinced that Chuck Bartowski was the complete package as she began to stare wide-eyed at her new partner's frame, she didn't even try to stop her stare, because her brain was not operating at that exact moment.
Meanwhile, Chuck began to panic when he saw Sarah staring right at him.
He was a spy.
Chuck had been taught to be able to read anybody to perfection, and he saw that she loved what she saw.
Chuck had to do something and something quickly before they ended up having sex with each other, which wouldn't be any help at all to the upcoming mission; it would be very dangerous, in fact, so he quickly dived onto the floor.
"Got to do my press-ups!" he said as he began to work furiously on doing as many press-ups as he possibly could until Sarah left the room.
Sarah laughed at how silly Chuck was behaving. For the first time in a long time, she had felt like a normal girl and not a deadly trained spy for most of today.
"I'm sorry for the intrusion," Sarah paused with a wide smirk as she looked down from where she was talking to him on the floor. "I left my phone on your bed," she said with her continued smirk as she turned away from looking at him down on the floor to pick up her phone before looking back at him a final time and she winked seductively at him which clearly told him she loved everything she had just saw before she began to depart his room once more.
Arriving back inside her own room, she closed the door after her, and she moved to collapse onto the bed as she visually began to recall that little show in Chuck's room before she stood up and she headed into the bathroom. Stripping herself naked, she entered into the walk-in shower, and she purposely left the temperature quite cold.
Damn it! All these cold showers will be the death of me! Damn you, Chuck, for being so perfect!
With Sarah departed from his room once more, Chuck also headed straight to shower before leaving the bathroom to climb into bed, unable to hide his excitement that tomorrow, he would be undertaking a mission with the great Sarah Walker...