A/N: A not entirely AU story as many characters pasts have not changed with one major change: no intersect. However there are familiar faces throughout, many who have not changed that much, but it is still most definitely a Sarah and Chuck story.

Sarah V Eliza Doolittle

She took a deep breath wondering how she had fallen so far so fast. Not so long ago she was the Enforcer and had the respect, well not exactly respect, but at least had earned the reputation of somebody you did not want to be on the opposite side of. Once Graham's 'golden girl' she was now jettisoned off to an FBI task force. Not even to lead it, but there merely as bait and the FBI were reluctant for her even to fill that role.

Thanks to her recent downtime and current status she had plenty of time to reflect and see where things had gone wrong and what she should have done about it, or even if there was anything that could have been done. All of those roads led back to that bastard Augusto Gaez and the inability of her team, the CATS, to apprehend or eliminate him and his Gentle Hand organization. Deducing there had to be a mole; she told Graham, his orders were to investigate the other CATS while he would flush out whatever was on his end.

Finding the transmitter in Zondra's boot crushed her and remembering the last time something had done that she was running through a preserve in San Diego unearthing the getaway package her father had set up just in case things went south. When she had agreed with Graham to search, she was positive it would come up empty on her side; the mole had to be on Graham's side. With the proof right there for her, though disheartened, she went to Graham and he soon called the others in. The vehement denials Zondra put up gave Sarah hope and for a moment reconsidered until Zondra accused her of planting the evidence. Even after learning the truth how quickly the accusation came from Zondra still bothered her. Graham's immediate reaction was to disband the squad, but he gave the remaining three one final attempt to snare Gaez, while Zondra was to report to DC for questioning. The failure of that mission and Zondra's passing of every test including some invasive ones ruled her out as the mole. This latest failure allowed Graham to fully show his vindictive side as he broke the squad up completely. First placing Zondra into the NSA, Carina into the DEA, and Amy into the FBI; Sarah was the 'lucky one' who got to stay with the CIA. They all started about going their separate ways, However Amy shocked them all by leaving to be with Gaez; figuratively flipping them off with a text message to Graham the next day.

Graham chose to take this turn of events and shockingly reconsidered his previous action and brought the three in to resurrect the CATS. Unfortunately when Alex Forrest walked into the room it took less than a minute to realize that it wasn't going to work. Graham needed more convincing, thinking that Forrest was clearly an upgrade and simply plugging her in would make a better team. Maybe it was different for male teams, but Sarah thought not. For any group to be successful there needs to be a connector or she liked to call it: glue. Amy was the team's glue; she knew when the team needed to blow off some steam or when any CAT needed some time she'd always be the one who initially realized it and would help. Forrest was not glue, she was more akin to Zondra and herself; fully mission driven, time not spent on a mission was prepping for the next one. That isn't to say Carina wasn't all mission as well, but she allowed herself distractions off mission, and although she would fondly say she enjoyed group activities. They were not necessarily ones that would build a successful spy team. Another problem was the growing rift between Zondra and herself. After the accusations more hurtful and personal things were said and neither had any idea how to repair the friendship even if their egos would allow it.

The CATS was now part of CIA folklore. Graham gave the three until the next morning to get whatever personal items out of the Cathouse (something some smug analyst came up with that stuck) and handing them each a card that told where they needed to report to their new supervisors by 0800 the next morning.

Carina's card listed San Antonio, while the others two stated addresses in DC. Leaving Graham's office quietly and went straight back to the apartment. The silence continued into the apartment until Carina cried out for some help. Both rushed to her wondering what was happening, she was on her phone, looking up she asks, "There's no direct flight to San Antonio to get there in time. Should I fly in to Dallas or Houston?"

Sarah responded 'Houston' and Zondra 'Dallas' at the same time and both snarled at the other.

"Houston's closer."

"But Dallas offers better options for her car and you can get through the airport a lot quicker." Zondra looks over to Carina, "Are you paying for the car or is the DEA going to leave one for you?"

"It's all on me… including the ticket." Carina explains as she shakes her phone.

Zondra simply says, "Houston." We then close her door and head off to our rooms.

"Walker…. Walker…. Earth to Walker." The noise from her earwig brought her back to the present.

"What do you want? You said exchanges were supposed to be at a minimum."

"They are, but when you completely ignore the first person who's stopped to take a look at your wares. I just wanted to make sure it was on purpose."

"Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, four hours being ignored by the good people of San Diego while on your feet can cause anybody to drift a little."

"Thanks"

"I also wanted to warn you, the boss just called. He is taking the next watch, maybe you will get an early night. He's only staying until eight."

"No, it means he finally read the memo I sent him last week about the faculty party tonight."

"Finally a possible break or at least we can rule out the involvement of somebody from the university."

She mostly agreed with the sentiment; however this also meant her next two days were going to be hell. Especially if she doesn't get approached tonight.

The day picked up as she sold out her flowers a little after five pm which caused a panic to the leader of the task force a few minutes later Sarah went into a nearby alleyway and came back with a half-filled cart. At her boss's prompt she informed him once the staff party was confirmed she had reserved more flowers figuring that and Friday was the day flowers were most purchased she needed to be prepared; without any flowers there was no reason for her to be out there. When he asked how she knew that; instead of normally biting her tongue she informed him with what little responsibility she had on this assignment she did some research. His response was merely to grunt at her.

When the boss ended his four hour stint on watch he had the audacity to yawn into the com, "Man, I'll pass on doing this again. Walker you will maintain until given the all clear."

Sarah nodded her assent to the instructions, "If you could just put my dinner in the fridge that would be great."

"Knew I forgot something, my relief isn't here yet so I'll just leave a note. Stay vigilant."

Sarah did hold back the snarky response and at ten pm after sixteen hours on her feet and two hours of silence tried to contact whoever was watching, but there was no answer. Running a tired hand through her reddish-blonde hair the only thing that was maintaining any semblance of humor was telling Carina they had to color her hair like hers to 'ugly' herself up.

At midnight her stomach was grumbling, which definitely made her appear more desperate and vulnerable; making her seem ready to accept whatever proposition that has led to a steady disappearance of women in the San Diego area. It had been probably going on for a few years, but because of the 'class', lower, of the women taken very little had been done. It had taken the disappearance of a Congressman's niece to spark interest. The problem with the current plan of attack was the 'white slavers' would be reticent to act while the spotlight was fairly bright as the family was still making their way through the litany of daytime and evening talk shows. After three weeks without a ransom demand it should rule out kidnapping, but there was still some that believed the demands were forthcoming.

The faculty party appeared to start winding down around one am as she was still doing business with the haphazard trickling of mostly drunken men offering an unnecessary gesture at this point. If they were going home with a woman at this point of the now morning a couple flowers aren't going to add to the probability of getting lucky.

The music was still going on at two and after twenty hours on her feet Sarah was tired and starving. Only having two energy bars and some water to sustain her she made another attempt to contact her watcher, but with no response she mumbled, "Screw it," to the World in general and sat on the curb. There being about three hours before she had to refill her cart before getting it back here to 'keep' her spot forced her to sigh wearily and try to avoid thinking about a pancake breakfast that she could not do as it could potentially blow her cover. She silently prayed that her boss hadn't gone through the few energy bars she had left in the apartment.

Her musings distracted her from noticing the music had stopped, but she was able to clearly hear the sound of sneakers on the paved street coming towards her. She looked up as a tall man who was clearly buzzed, but not fall down drunk cleared his throat.

"Ja."

"Hi… um… this is going to sound very weird probably, but I am a professor here at the university and I'd like to help you out. Not that what you are doing is something bad… I'm not saying this right. What I mean is that if you would like I could try and help you. Of course I would pay you for your time… No, no not like that. I could just help with your presentation if you would like… I'm sorry this is highly inappropriate, but if you could come by tomorrow afternoon or maybe the day after so that you can check that I'm not some deviant… somebody bad."

With that the man offered her a card and she took it. He then handed her a twenty and took her final flowers. She finally stood to get his change, but he shook his head. "I do hope you decide to give this a chance and that after a little sleep I can explain this better. I am working on a book and it would be great if you could help me with it."

The man smiled and Sarah could not fight the impulse to smile back, "I check out." She said within a broken English/Polish dialect while holding the card.

He nodded, "I'll be waiting to hear from you I just live a few blocks away," and turned walking back across the street towards another man who had just finished doing something on his phone. The two started talking and walking away once they turned the corner Sarah allowed herself to take a breath. She felt exhilaration in that there was now a promising lead, but also something created a knot in her stomach thinking how somebody who could have such innocence in his eyes be a part of whatever has been going on.

A/N: This story has been kicked around since just before Christmas and originally this was a far more substantial chapter as it told all of Sarah's past up to now. I've changed it so we'll learn a little bit more in the upcoming chapters. The next chapter will deal with the man at the end of this chapter. Do not own Chuck or My Fair Lady. Thanks for reading.