A/N Hey, guys. I'm really new at this. I spontaneously just started writing and I'm curious to where it takes me. I like to try things, even if they are out of my comfort zone. It really shows what you're capable of. It tests you!

I'm a big fan of Faberry and Chuck! I hope I do them justice. I guess there's only one way to find out, huh?

Also, rated M for future chapters... what I'm planning for anyway. I DON'T KNOW. WE'LL SEE D:

Chapter 1 : Operation Rachel Berry.

"Rachel Berry." General Beckman said nonchalantly in the monitor. A picture of a brunette filled the screen with beeps and bops. "Berry, a promising broadway superstar has come to our attention. Rogue spy Bryce Larkin was a fellow colleague of hers in NYADA and sent her the intersect. Our intersect was destroyed last night in a bombing. We are to believe that Rachel Berry is the only person who has all our government secrets."

The blonde's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would Bryce send our secrets to a civilian? That doesn't sound like something Bryce would do." The red headed woman in the monitor sighed. "I'm afraid we are just as puzzled as you are, Agent Walker. Your job is to get close to her and retrieve our secrets before someone else does." she ordered.

There were candid pictures of this brunette with other men and a very few women, smiling and holding hands; pictures of her romantic relationships. Relationships... Something that Agent Walker is forbidden to have for the sake of her own safety and her family's safety.

She sighed under her breath to ensure that it was not audible nor visible to General Beckman. She just finished a mission last night. She wanted to rest; to settle. However, something told her that fatigue was not the only reason as to why she sighed.

"There are many people around the world who will seek out Berry and kill her. Make sure that does not happen. She is our number one priority and I'm putting you, my best agent out there. I'm counting on you, Walker." "Yes ma'am." Bleep. General Beckman dismissed her. The monitor that had displayed her face turned black.

She pressed the arrow keys on the keyboard, looking through photos of the brunette on the row of monitors that were aligned horizontally on the wall. It was protocol. You needed to learn about your subject, especially when the mission requires you to get close to them.

There were pictures from a high school yearbook. The teenage brunette wore headbands, animal sweaters skirts and knee high socks in countless photos of her in a variety of different clubs. Walker pressed the arrow key again and again. Photos of Berry in NYADA, in libraries with books open, smiling at the camera. Singing onstage, playing the piano, in her realm.

She pressed the right arrow key one last time. A portrait of Rachel Berry filled the screen –- her long brown locks, hazel eyes and a nerdy pursed lip smile that wrote geek all over her face. Agent Walker shook her head and laughed with a smug smile on her face, looking at the picture of the geeky-looking woman before her. "Piece of cake."