A/N: Hi everyone! I know I keep starting new stories, but I waited to publish this one until I had finished at least one of my other stories. I have now completed two of my stories, and hopefully the third one won't be too far behind. When I started out on fanfiction, I was still in high school. Now, I've graduated college, and I can't believe I'm still writing! It's funny because I always rewatch our favorite show at least once a year, and it gives me the ideas that I have here. I'm blessed to have fans like all of you, and I hope you enjoy this new story! It's unlike any other fanfic I've written, so I hope it's as good as the others. Enjoy, and as always, review it and tell me what you think!
-Charahfan44
Moscow, Russia - Present Day
Agent Charles Carmichael woke up earlier than he was used to. he had just completed a mission in Moscow, and needed to report back to the CIA headquarters in Langely as soon as possible. Even though he had been in the foreign country for work, he still managed to have fun. He was known as the charmer, picking up women anywhere he went. His looks weren't exactly rugged, but more smooth. He used the warmth of his chocolate brown eyes to enchant any woman he met.
"Agent Carmichael." Director Graham appeared on the television screen in front of Chuck's bed. "Great work yesterday." He nodded.
"Thank you," Chuck nodded back, "Anatoly Petrov may have been the one to start world war three, I couldn't let him get away with the weapons deals."
"Which is exactly why we sent you."
"I'm sure agent Walker wasn't happy." Chuck smirked. He and the blonde bombshell were sworn enemies. Both of them had the top ranking in the CIA, completing the same number of missions, and putting multiple bad guys behind bars. They both wanted to be the best, and it made for a tough competition.
"She had her own mission." Graham replied. "She took out Zoran Brankovich."
"The Serbian arms dealer I've been tracking?"
"The information you've obtained over the past four years was instrumental in her success."
"But that capture was supposed to be mine!" Chuck raised his voice.
"I'll debrief you on your next mission once you arrive back in Virginia." Graham ended the call with a click, leaving Chuck to stare at a blank television. He sighed, packing up what few things he had brought with him. The flight to Virginia was longer than he wanted it to be, but he slept through most of it anyway. Working alone was his forte, as he didn't want to have to worry about anyone else. But on this particular flight, he felt a slight pang of loneliness for the first time in his life. He got back to headquarters just as they started their new work day.
"Agent Carmichael, good to see you." The receptionist smiled.
"Good job in Russia, agent Carmichael." A fellow agent nodded to Chuck as he walked down the hallway to Graham's office.
"Hey, Carmichael, way to take down Petrov!" Another agent clapped him on the back. He nodded politely to each person who congratulated him, not wanting to seem pompous.
"Carmichael, how good of you to join us." Graham was already briefing someone else as Chuck walked into the office. He looked to the chair in front of Graham's desk, noticing a head of blonde hair.
"You really should think about a new jet." Sarah Walker turned around, looking up at Chuck with an evil grin. They had fun messing with each other, though neither one would admit it.
"The one I have is fine, thanks. I left late." He sat in the chair beside Sarah's. "Sir, why are we both here?"
"I'm glad you asked, Chuck." The Director smiled. "We're sending you both to Burbank, California. For this next mission, you're going to be married." He held up two wedding rings, Chuck and Sarah staring at them in confusion.
"I'm sorry, what?" Sarah spoke first. "He's my new partner?"
"I'm with agent Walker." Chuck agreed. "What?"
"We have intel that a secret underground organization called The Circle is trying to gain acess to our mainframe and bring us down from the inside. We need both of you on this."
"Why can't we do our own separate thing?" Chuck asked. "That's how we work."
"You can't argue your way out of this one, Charles." Graham stated. "This goes over my head. You two are thought stronger together for this one."
"So what? We move in to a small neighborhood with a dog and expect people to think we're actually together?" Sarah's pessimistic attitude shone through her words.
"Actually, that brings up my second point of discussion." He clicked a button on his office phone. "Send them in." The door behind the two agents opened, causing them to whirl around. Standing in the doorway were two teenagers, somewhat resembling Chuck and Sarah.
"Are we time traveling?" Chuck joked.
"Chuck, Sarah, meet agent's Crawford and Hall." Graham said enthusiastically. "They're going to be your children."
"We aren't old enough to have teenagers." Sarah scoffed.
"You're thirty-four, Walker. These two are sixteen. The math puts you at about eighteen when you had them, which isn't uncommon these days." He replied. "I'm sure your neighbors will believe it."
"When do we roll out?" Chuck asked.
"Effective immediately." Graham nodded. "There's a Circle agent thought to be living in your neighborhood. We want you to spend the first few days getting to know the people around you, and getting familiar with each other as a family." He added the last part as somewhat of a warning.
"Mission accepted." Agent Crawford smiled excitedly. He seemed overly keen to start the mission at hand. The four agents left the room, making their way to the airport for their flight.
"So, are you two new?" Chuck asked the teens.
"We've been at the academy together for a year now. Top of the class." Agent Hall said confidently. "I've even beat most of agent Walker's scores." She added.
"What're your names?" Sarah asked, ignoring the boastful nature of the girl.
"Agency or real?" Crawford asked.
"Never tell anyone your real name." Sarah snapped.
"Right, sorry." He looked down, embarrassed.
"Agent Harper Hall." The girl stuck her hand out, disappointed when Sarah didn't shake it.
"And I'm Ethan Crawford." The boy knew better than to try the same thing.
"By the looks of these passports, we're going by Carmichael." Chuck looked at his ID.
"Great." Sarah grumbled.
"Don't you two hate each other?" Harper asked.
"Yes." Chuck and Sarah said at the same time.
"This is going to be fun." Ethan joked. The other three shot him a look all at once, causing him to shut up. The plane ride was spent in silence, unlike that of a normal family. They had a lot of work to do, and not a whole lot of time to do it.
Belgrade, Serbia - Yesterday
Sarah Walker enjoyed sleeping in more than any other agent in the CIA. When she finished a tough mission, she liked to get as many hours under her belt as possible, and Director Graham knew it. He always did his best not to contact her early in the morning after a mission like this one.
"Ah, Walker, good to see you awake." He had tapped into the feed on her laptop, finding her packing.
"Yes, sir, I'm about to make my way back to Langely."
"Good, because I have your next mission waiting for you." He replied.
"Already?" She asked.
"What? You don't want it?"
"No, it's not that. I just...I'll be there soon." She waited until Graham ended the feed, packing the rest of her things and exiting her hotel. Leaving was her least favorite part. Every time she visited a new country, she wanted to stay and really see it. But the life of a spy always kept that dream from happening. She boarded the plane earlier than expected, causing her to arrive back in Langley early. Graham was ready for her, however.
"Welcome back, agent Walker." He said as she entered his office. Everything was always so neat in the room. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No thank you, sir, I'd really just like my next assignment." She sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
"Patience, Sarah, you'll get your next mission. We're waiting for someone."
"What kind of mission is it?"
"One you've never been on before." He smirked.
"I heard that agent Carmichael took out Anatoly Petrov." She switched the subject.
"That he did." Graham nodded.
"That mission was supposed to be mine." She growled. "I've been tracking him for years."
"And you took Carmichael's long sought after mark. I think you two need to ease up on the competition." He warned. "It's starting to get old."
"A little competition never hurt anyone." She sassed. "Besides, I'm going to pass him one of these days. I need the mission of a lifetime."
"And I'm giving it to you."
"Really?"
"Really." He said. "But this one comes with a catch."
"Like what?" She groaned.
"You're getting a partner."
"I'm sorry?"
"You can't work alone on this one, Walker."
"Why not?"
"It's far too dangerous, and you need a solid cover."
"Sir, I can handle myself in any situation." She argued.
"You may think so, but that's what will get you killed. This is how it's going to be." After the last word left his mouth, the door behind Sarah opened, and agent Charles Carmichael entered.
"Carmichael, how good of you to join us."
Burbank, California - Present Day
The four agents arrived at Bob Hope airport early enough in the day to get settled in. They were placed in a three bedroom house in a fairly large neighborhood, just a ten minute drive from the Hollywood Bowl. The exterior of the house was a cement gray, while the inside had much warmer tones. The kitchen was a butter yellow, and the bedrooms were all painted a light orange.
"We can paint over this, right?" Harper asked.
"I hope so." Sarah echoed her tone. "Looks like we get the master down the hall." She looked to Chuck.
"Please tell me they gave us separate beds."
"Nope."
"Fantastic."
"Hey, my room is pretty sweet." Ethan called from the room to the right of the main staircase. "It's got an XBOX."
"We aren't here to play, idiot. We have a mission." Harper rolled her eyes.
"Hey, be nice to your brother." Chuck said. "We have to start acting like a family now." He moved into the master bedroom, unpacking the suitcase he brought with him. Although the CIA had stocked his closet and dresser full of clothes, there were some personal things he always brought with him on a mission.
"Don't worry, I won't look through any of it." Sarah entered the room, watching him search for a hiding spot.
"Nice try." He shot back. "I don't trust you."
"You're going to have to." She replied. "If we want this mission to go smoothly, we need to think like partners."
"You're kidding, right?"
"I wish I was."
"Hey, there's someone at the front door." Harper gave their doorframe two knocks, not waiting for a reply before entering.
"You get a good look?" Sarah asked, cocking her gun.
"No, but I think it's just a neighbor." Harper replied, following the blonde down the stairs. Sarah placed her gun in the small of her back, before opening the door with a wide smile.
"Hi." Her voice was higher than usual.
"Hello there." A red head greeted her from the other side. "I wanted to be the first to say welcome to the neighborhood."
"How nice of you." Sarah kept up the act.
"My daughter and I baked these fresh today." The woman handed Sarah a plate of cookies. "They're snickerdoodle."
"Those are our favorite." Sarah looked to Harper. "This is my daughter, Harper."
"Nice to meet you, ma'am." Harper stuck out her hand.
"Oh please, call me Cindy." She shook Harper's hand daintily. "Is it just the two of you?"
"No, my husband and son are upstairs. They like to unpack before us." Sarah laughed.
"Well how about you all come over for dinner tonight?" Cindy asked. "We're right across the street, there." She pointed to the house directly in front of the Carmichael's, across the street.
"That sounds lovely."
"Okie dokie!" Cindy clapped. "I hope you all like steak."
"Oh we do." Harper replied with a sickly sweet tone.
"We'll see you soon, then. Bye bye!" Cindy left, and Sarah shut the door as quickly as possible.
"Do we seriously have to go over there and eat with those people?" Harper whined.
"It's our mission." Sarah shrugged. "We can sweep their house while we're there."
"Was she clean?" Chuck came down the main staircase.
"I didn't catch anything threatening." Sarah said. "But we'll know more tonight."
"Did I hear something about steak?" Ethan came bounding down the stairs, dressed in a nice sweater and jeans.
"What are you wearing?" Harper gave him a funny look.
"I'm not going to someone else's house for dinner looking like a slob." He retorted.
"Ethan's right. We should look presentable. The poster family for the suburbs." Chuck nodded.
"Good thinking, Crawford." Sarah nodded. "We need to make sure we go over our covers very carefully before we go over there tonight. If we don't have everything down to the tee, we're going to be figured out."
"Alright, we'll change and meet back down here in fifteen." Chuck agreed.
"Great. My worst nightmare." Harper groaned, heading up the stairs to change. The night had only just begun, and they were already the most awkward family in the history of the world.
