AN: This is going to be a long note and I suggest you read it before getting to the story. My idea of AU or Alternate Universe is just that, an alternate. From Wiki listed under AU: In alternate universe stories, characters' known motivations may vary considerably from their decisions in the canonical universe. The author of an alternate universe story thus can use the same characters, but send them down different paths to achieve a completely different plot or stories that fall into this definition are usually "what-ifs", where possibilities arising from circumstances which do not occur in the original fictional universe are explored. For example, the premise of an alternate universe story may go something like this: "What would happen if character X was killed before event Y could happen?" Unlike regular fan fiction, which Generally remains within the boundaries of the canon set out by the author, alternate universe fiction writers like to explore the possibilities of pivotal changes made to characters' history, motivations, or environment. That's where this work and most of my others exist.

There are things in this universe could never exist in the show. This is not a Chuck/Sarah story. If that's what you're looking for then this is not the story for you. Please feel free to read it but refrain from telling me it sucks because it's not Charah, you've been warned. While there are loving couples in the story most of the story will be focused on the missions and not on the private lives of the couples.

There will be a lot of discussions taking place between the team members when planning a mission. There is a reason for it. I want to show a team effort where each member is equal, not where any member is that much better than the rest of the team.

This tale is eight chapters long and complete. I will post a chapter every couple days.

Chapter 1 Getting Married

A beautiful brunette wearing little more than a tank top and a pair of boy shorts was laying on the couch in her living room. She had a long hard day at the hospital and wanted to do nothing but relax when she got home. As soon as she got home she took a shower and changed into comfortable clothes then flopped on the couch. Her head was resting on the arm of the couch allowing her long brown slightly curly locks to hang down until they almost touched the floor. Soft jazz was coming from the speakers that were located around the room, several scented candles that were burning throughout the room cast a warm glow upon the walls of the living room. She was holding a glass of her favorite wine in her right hand and her left hand was covering her eyes. Several soft moans escaped her lips and her hips moved slightly as she adjusted her position on the couch. My lord does she have great hands the brunette thought as another moan escaped her lips. She raised her arm slightly to look at the source of her pleasure. Sitting at the other end of the couch was her girl giving her a big smile as she gently massaged the brunette's feet. The girl would stop her massage every once in a while and place feather lite kisses on the brunette's legs or run her hands softly up the brunette's long legs. The brunette moaned more deeply as her girl moved her hands upwards and began working on her calves. She knew it would be a while yet before her girl would be finished massaging her legs and cuddled with her. A perfect end to a lousy day thought the brunette.

The girl looked up at the brunette and asked, "Can I get you more wine El?"

"Yes, and can you bring us a snack as well?" the brunette paused for a second while deciding what she wanted, "I'll have some of the imported Brie and a few crackers also."

"As you wish," answered the girl as she rose from her spot on the couch and went to the kitchen to get their wine and food. She returned a few minutes later with the cheese and an assortment of crackers. "You didn't specify what crackers you wanted so I brought us several different kinds," she said while returning to her spot on the couch.

"You did fine," answered the brunette as she stroked the girl's cheek. The brunette's words were rewarded with a huge smile from the other girl. "I have the weekend off and left word at the hospital that I will be out of town until Tuesday and I am not available to come in for anything. I know we haven't had that much alone time with my schedule so I borrowed my friends cabin for us to use over the next couple of days."

The girl broke out in another big smile and pulled the brunette in for a hug. "When do we leave? It will take me a while to get us packed El."

"We can leave tonight after it gets dark so you have plenty of time. I have plans for you this weekend so I will pack your stuff, not that it will take long," the brunette said with a giggle. After the packing was complete they loaded into the car and drove to the cabin. No sooner did they enter the cabin when their world went black.

Ellie Bartowski stood in the center of the spacious room and admired its beauty. The floor of the room caught her interest first, it was a grey stone, granite she guessed. Not the polished granite you see in the modern houses of today. These stones were polished over the years from use, not from modern techniques in use today. The shapes of the stones added testament to the vast number of years that had passed by since it was constructed. Most were varying in size but still rectangular, some were irregular in their shape, proof that the masons of the past used every stone they had at their disposal.

Her heels clicked lightly as she crossed the floor to look at the wall closest to her. They were not just wooden walls; they were works of art unto themselves. She could hardly imagine the countless hours the wood carvers spent on each wall to achieve such quality. Even the passage time could not diminish the work that went into them. The walls were a highly polished dark oak with hand carved inlays reminiscent of the middle ages. The inlay she was studying, a knight in armor mounted on his stead, sword draw and ready to strike down the dragon that hovered over him, would fit in with some of the great carvings found in the museums of today.

Her eyes followed the wall upward to the ceiling. Massive dark wood beams stretched between the walls in support of both the ceiling and the floor above it. The areas between the beams were painted white creating a stark contrast to the beams themselves. Four large chandeliers, one near each corner of the room, hung from chains attached to the beams. The flames from the oil lamps dancing inside their glass and metal housings illuminated the room below. The chains looped over a pulley secured to the beam, then ran to the wall where it was hooked to the cleat mounted there. The chain could be let out to lower the chandelier allowing the oil in the lamps to be refiled.

The subdued lighting from overhead cast a warm glow throughout the room. The large fireplace that took up most of the far wall created the image of a warm place to rest during the cold of winter. The fire inside it crackled merrily adding its amber color to the room. The wood work around the fireplace was plain compared to the rest of the wood in the room. The names that were carved into the wood made it special. Ellie could picture the young children who once lived or stayed here, laughing and giggling as they carved their names into the wood, not knowing at the time, their names would still be here long after they were gone.

Facing the fireplace was a large couch along with a pair of matching chairs and a table. The furniture she knew dated back hundreds of years to a time long forgotten. It's possible she mused, that Kings and Queens could have used them at one time. On the wall opposite the fireplace a bookshelf was built into the wall. She walked over to it and began looking at the books held within its cool embrace. She was hesitant to touch the books because she knew these were original works, some hundreds of years old, of the literary masters who wrote them. By all accounts they were priceless. She pulled out one book and studied it, 'A Mid Summers Night's Dream', the bindings were worn but in good repair considering its age, the pages had yellowed with the passage of time and rustled softly as she turned them. Ellie she placed the book reverently back on the shelf and felt honored to be given access to a treasure like it.

She shifted her view to the walls where priceless works of art painted by Monet, Rembrandt, Van Gough and Picasso hung majestically. She knew that throughout the rest of the house many more adorned those walls. Statues, carved by some of the greatest sculptors from years gone by were placed next to the entrance way as if they were standing guard against evil.

The sound of heels clicking on the stone floor broke her out of her musings. She turned towards the approaching sounds and smiled. Shego, her host for tonight, approached her and pulled her into a hug. Ellie took a minute to admire the woman in front of her. Sheridan's, aka-Shego, luxurious black hair hung loosely down her back shining whenever the light touched on it. Her makeup was perfectly done, highlighting her angular features. What stood out most to Ellie was how relaxed Shego appeared. Gone was her normal scowl replaced by a warm smile and eyes. Ellie wasn't fooled by her appearance however. She knew that under that calm exterior was a woman capable of tearing apart the militaries best tank in minutes. Her Elizabethan style dress fit in with the décor and added to Shego's natural beauty.

"Hello Ellie. Excited about the big event?"

"Smart ass. Of course I am."

"Susan informed me that the preparations are taking a bit longer than we thought. Kimmie and Sue are doing their best."

"It's a shame my brother won't be here," Ellie sighed, "He doesn't understand the spy lifestyle at all."

"Are you ever going to tell him?" Shego took Ellie's hand and led her to the great hall where the wedding would take place.

"Just that we are married, nothing beyond that."

Dressing room (some time earlier and going to the present)

Sarah had finally calmed down from Ellie's proposal some twelve hours before. She was sitting in one of the guest bedrooms waiting for her friends to return. Trained spy or not, if you asked her where she was her truthful answer would be, "I have no idea." Once they entered the cabin they had been tranqued, taken to Shego's private plane and were whisked away from California.

Looking around the room she could see why. The bed and bedding she was currently resting on had to be several hundred years old or more. She knew just by looking at the paintings on the wall they were originals. One she couldn't identify rested on the dresser and she theorized was done by one of the German artists, based on its style. The FBI's White Collar Division would have a field day in this place. It's no wonder she tranqued us before they brought us here. In addition to the paintingshanging on the walls, large tapestries were also there. The sound of talking in the hall broke her out of her musings. Kim and Sue entered the room carrying several garment bags, which they hung on the back of the door.

"Are you ready for this Sarah?" asked Sue.

"More than either of you will ever know," Sarah answered.

"Great. We can get started then," suggested Kim. She handed Sarah a small bag and instructed her to change into them. "these are your intimates. I'm sure you don't need help with those. When you're done we'll help you with the rest." She returned a few minutes later in just a pair of white thong panties and stockings.

"I can't believe Ellie spent so much on panties and hose. Did you see who's these are?"

"We know who made all of your clothes, there from Shego," Sue informed Sarah.

"If she even paid for them," mumbled Kim trying not to be heard. She pulled a white corset out next and helped Sarah put it on before lacing up the back. Sue and Kim then assisted Sarah in putting it on. The top half of the dress was form fitting and inlayed with fine pearls giving it a beaded look. The bottom half was made from the finest silk a designer could buy. It flared at the waist and pooled in a circle at her feet with the back forming a train of at least four feet. The vail they placed on her head extended below her chin in front and the length of the train in the back. Sarah knew she had never seen a wedding dress like this before, it was truly one of a kind, proof that Shego had it specially made for her. She sat on the lone chair in the room and placed the Italian hand crafted leather shoes on her feet and marveled at their comfort. Sarah, no stranger to designer fashion, knew this dress cost a small fortune.

"I can't believe Shego spent more on these clothes than the house we're looking buying," stated Sarah.

"If she even bought them," said Kim. Sarah shot her a confused look so Kim continued, "She has a lot of people who owe her favors or she has dirt on sooo…"

"I don't need to know the rest, correct?"

"Not really. Please remember Sheridan has opened our home to you for your wedding. Very few people ever get to see the inside of here," said Kim as she led her charge to the great hall where here wife to be would be waiting.

Ellie arrived first in the great hall just then fully understanding why it was called the great hall. The room was cavernous in size being at least two-hundred feet in length and over fifty feet wide. The floor was made of the same stones as the other room she had been in earlier. The ceiling and windows were the main focal point of the room in Ellie's eyes. Large stone arches supported the ceiling well over twenty feet high. The arches began at the doors and were spaced evenly along the length of the room. Between the arches large stained glass windows allowed the light to enter. Each window was different from the next but when viewed in order seemed to tell of an epic battle fought by armored men of time long past. The same style chandeliers, but larger, hung from the stone arches sending light to the room below them. Two large fireplaces were on each wall and one was on each of the smaller walls. Each fireplace had a fire burning in it to warm the normally chilly hall. A plush red runner stretched the length of the hall, placed there for the solitary purpose of guiding the bride to her wife to be.

Sarah was also in awe of the great hall as she entered it, her thoughts much the same as Ellie's. She had tears starting to form as she was escorted down the aisle by Kim and Sue. The moment she had been waiting years for had finally come and she planned to savor every minute of it. Sheridan had spared no expense it seemed when decorating for the wedding. Along the length of the carpet white marble flower stands held bouquets of white roses and gardenias. White banners had been unfurled from the arches. Two interlocked gold rings were embroidered in the center of each, the names of the brides above the rings and the date underneath. Ellie and Sheridan were waiting for the brides' arrival flanked on both sides by a large bronze candelabra holding eight tall and thick white candles.

The brides were finally where the ceremony would take place and the minister conducted the wedding. The rings and vows were exchanged bringing an end to the best day either of the brides could remember having. They enjoyed a nice meal before retiring for the evening. When they woke up the next day they were back in the cabin where the weekend began. Shego made it very clear the day before that they had to continue with their original plans for the cabin wedding. Wade alerted them to some shady goings on in the CIA and wanted them to be ready for anything. They had a few hours before they were supposed to arrive so they left the cabin for a while before heading back. All they had left to do was play out the script of getting married.

When they arrived Ellie said, "I have a special surprise for you waiting inside the cabin so you better not look until I tell you to."

"You got it Ellie, but you did get me worked up during our ride."

"All part of my plan babe," she said as she led the blonde into the cabin the into the smaller of the two bedrooms. To the blonde's shock two of her friends were waiting there for her, Emily and Joan. What got her attention was how they were dressed. They were both wearing long dark blue satin dresses that reached the floor. They were both from a club that she frequented with the brunette.

"Emily and Joan, get her ready for the main event and wait until your called out."

"Ok blondie let's get you ready for the main event. If you haven't figured it out by now you're the star of the show," said Emily. The two women proceeded to get the blonde ready. The blonde looked at the items on the bed and was surprised to see they were all bright white. They removed her clothes and handed her the matching bra and panty set, then a corset and white stockings. Once they were on they brought out the beautiful wedding dress Sarah would wear. Joan led her out of the room and towards the front of the cabin where Ellie stood waiting for her. Ellie was dressed in a similar fashion except her gown was ivory in color. Beside her was a minister who along with Ellie watched as Sarah made her way to the front. When they got to Ellie, she said, "We've been together for over two years, and I love you with all my heart, and I heard you every time you talked about getting married. This is my surprise; will you marry me?"

Sarah had tears in her eyes as she answered, "yes."

"Then we can get on with the ceremony. Reverend, you're up." The service was over quickly and the paperwork taken care of. The two newlyweds retired to the bedroom to make love for the first time as a couple. They spent the next few days relaxing and walking in the woods near the cabin. It was early Tuesday morning when the couple ended their short but eventful honeymoon and began their trip back to the real world. They were almost home from the cabin when Sarah's phone rang, "Walker secure but not alone…he did what...the mark is Chuck Bartowski...there must be some mistake…no sir I'll handle it…Walker out." When she finished with her call she turned to Ellie and asked, "Ellie is Chuck working today?"

"He has the afternoon shift, why?"

"We have a big problem. My ex-partner Bryce Larkin stole some program called the intersect, then for some unknown reason he sent it to Chuck."

"That rat bastard. If I ever see him again I'll kill him," snarled Ellie.

"I need to get it back before something bad happens to Chuck. Beckman is sending an old school killer type, to get it back. We need to head straight to the Buy More." Ellie put the pedal to the metal and speed down the road as fast has she could go. Weaving in and out of traffic in ways that would make seasoned race car drivers jealous it didn't take Ellie long before she pulled into the parking lot executing a perfect drift against the curb in front of the Buy More. Ellie didn't even get her car in park before Sarah was out of the car and running into the store. Sarah quickly found Chuck, who was manning his normal station at the Nerd Herd desk.

"Chuck we have to go now," Sarah said all the while looking around the store for possible threats.

"Is something wrong with Ellie?" before he could say anything else he caught Ellie running to the desk out of the corner of his eye. "I can't just leave…" his words were cut off when Ellie grabbed his arm and forcefully pulled him from behind the desk.

Sarah pulled her CIA credentials out and showed them to Chuck, "I work for the CIA not an accountant like I said, now let's go." Chuck was about to say something when Ellie spoke up.

"Screw your job Chuck. We need to leave now; Sarah will explain everything in the car." Morgan having watched the scene before him unfold, scampered across the store to find out what was going on. When he was within a few feet of catching them to find out what the heck was happening Ellie turned and snapped, "Back off Morgan this doesn't concern you." Morgan stopped dead in his tracks with a hurt look on his face.

Chuck was in a complete state of shock caused by the things he had just seen and heard. He couldn't remember his sister acting the way she was now. Sure she stood up for him in the past, but it was always in a quiet and calm manner. The way she was acting now reminded him of a momma bear protecting her cubs. On top of that he had just been informed his sisters roommate worked for the CIA. He was in such a mental fog that they had to force Chuck into the car before pulling out of the lot. During the drive to Ellie's Sarah explained what had taken place to start all the madness he was now involved in. Chuck described to them in detail everything he could remember from the night before about his opening the email. From the questions that appeared on the screen to all the pictures he had seen.

"Chuck, Bryce sent you some highly classified information in that email. It's my job to get it back so I'm going to need your computer so I can send it to our tech guys to look at. You'll probably never see it again."

"No worries you can have it. When I woke up this morning and checked it out it I discovered it was fried beyond repair. I doubt your tech people will be able to get any information off it but they can try."

"Our biggest problem is going to be the agent the NSA sends to retrieve the data. My guess is he will come to our place first then the Buy More. Don't worry about him too much I plan to make sure nothing happens to you."

"What's going to happen to me?" asked Chuck who by now was in full freak out mode.

"That I can't answer for sure but I can tell you it won't be anything bad. I head up the best counter terrorism unit in the country. That gives me a lot of pull in the intelligence community."