My first Chuck fic! And away we go…

Disclaimer: I'd like to own Zachary Levi, thank you. But I don't. I don't anything pertaining to Chuck.

Chapter 1: Killer

"Feast your eyes!" Morgan declared as he stood in front of the wall of TV's in the Buy More. All of the TV's were running the same trailer for the Resident Evil 5 video game.

Chuck's jaw dropped to the floor. It was beautiful, utterly beautiful. The graphics were top notch, the sound dynamic, and the storyline was poised to be one of the best. Morgan clapped him on the shoulder and wiped a tear out of his eye. His gaze too, was trained on Chris Redfield as he battled infected townspeople and shared jabs with the other characters. Chuck admired Redfield. He was tough, got things done, and didn't take any shit… like Casey. Immediately, Chuck changed his train of thought. "When?" Was all he could whisper.

"This fall! I already put you down for a pre-order."

"Thanks." Chuck replied. Ellie should love that, he thought wistfully, her brother getting more into video games again, when all she wanted him to do was get a move on with his life. To quit the Buy More, graduate college, travel maybe, see the world, and then finally settle down.

Yeah, it was a nice dream, but it was hard when you were the Intersect, when your head was jammed full of colorful top secret images that were linked to dozens of places, things, and bad people.

Yeah, nice dream.

And then the trailer showed its last image, and Chuck's heart plummeted. Chris Redfield, his cool demeanor visibly shaken, knelt before a tombstone bearing the name Jill Valentine. Jill was a sexy, kick ass character who could hold her own…like Sarah. She was also Redfield's love interest. But he couldn't think of Sarah dead. He couldn't even fathom that thought. If there was no Sarah in his life… he couldn't finish that thought. He needed to place his eyes somewhere else. Get his mind off of this game that he was suddenly less excited about… and then, there she was.

Sarah entered the Buy More, her golden hair glinting in the sun, her blue eyes glittering like diamonds on the ocean. Her full lips were spread wide in a grin, and she was walking toward him. He, of all people, she was here to see him.

Morgan was about to say something, but he noticed Chuck was distracted. He followed his line of sight and saw why indeed he wasn't paying attention to him. Sarah Walker was making her way over to them. Morgan rolled his eyes. There was no good in saying anything to Chuck when Sarah was around. Morgan shrugged and went in search of Anna. He still needed to clarify what had happened Christmas Eve day.

"Hey," Sarah whispered, lightly brushing her lips against his.

"Hey," Chuck replied. He drank in her beauty again for a moment, and then frowned. It was hard not to be charmed by Sarah, but after what he saw her do last Christmas, she frightened him. Chuck has watched as she shot an unarmed man in cold blood, and he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to get over that.

She looked up at him, her brows creasing slightly. "What's wrong? Did you flash?"

"What?" He asked, "Oh, no…"

"Come on, Beckman wants to talk to us." She wrapped both arms around his waist, and steered him toward the door.

Her arms didn't feel the way they used to. Before, he dreamed of being wrapped in those arms, but that was before Christmas eve. He casually shrugged out of her embrace, and settled for her hand. She eyed him questioningly. The cold metal of his mother's charm bracelet that dangled from her wrist rubbed against his skin as they walked.

Perfect.

He had given her that charm bracelet because he thought that he knew her, even though their relationship was fake, even though she had kept everything hidden from him, even though she was a CIA agent.

Now it seemed silly. He had given her the bracelet because he knew she liked extra pickles on her hamburgers? Because he knew that she wasn't popular in high school? What had he been thinking? She had tried to tell him, tried to reason with him that he should give that bracelet to a real girlfriend, but no, he wouldn't listen… now his mother's bracelet, a dear possession of his sat on the wrist of a cold blooded killer.