AN: HELLO I'M BACK! IT'S BEEN FOUR AND A HALF MONTHS SINCE I LAST POSTED AND I'M CURRENTLY WORKING ON LIKE SIXTY BAZILION DIFFERENT STORIES.
AN: SO THIS STORY IS A SLIGHTLY AU TELLING OF CHUCK AND SARAH AS THEY SPEND TWO WEEKS TOGETHER IN BEAUTIFUL GLEN ARBOR MICHIGAN.
AN: THIS STORY IGNORES THE FOLLOWING CHUCH EPISODES... CHUCK vs. THE COUGAR AND CHUCK vs. THE DeLOREAN. IN THIS STORY CHUCK HAS NEVER MET JACK BURTON OR EMMA BURTON. IN THIS STORY JACK AND EMMA NEVER SPLIT UP. THIS STORY MAINLY TAKES PLACE IN SEASON TWO ALTHOUGH IT DOES SPEND TIME TALKING ABOUT THE EVENTS LEADING UP TO SARAH MEETING CHUCK IN SEASON 1.
AN:THIS FIRST CHAPTER IS MAINLY SARAH'S BACKSTORY AND THE NEXT ONE IS MOST LIKELY GONNA BE MORE OF CHUCK'S BACK STORY WITH THE THIRD CHAPTER BEING ABOUT JACK AND EMMA'S BACKSTORY. AFTER ALL THAT I'M GONNA START TELLING THE REST OF THE STORY.
AN: I'VE SPENT A LOT OF TIME WORKING ON MY WRITING TECHNIQUE AND EXPANDING MY VOCABULARY I HOPE IT SHOWS IN THIS STORY. I'VE LISTENED TO ALL OF YOUR COMPLAINTS ABOUT WICKED GAME WHICH I'VE CANNED I'VE TONNED IT DOWN A BIT IN THIS STORY. NOW DON'T GET ME WRONG THIS STORY WILL STILL HAVE DARK AND/OR SAD PARTS IN IT. ENJOY EVERYBODY :D
The Trip Up North
By CharmingCharles2896
Chapter 1: Forging Sarah Walker
San Diego California
May 12th 1998
2:07 P.M.
Samantha was in a great mood today as she drove her VW bug down the busy street. She tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel in time with the song she was currently blasting on her radio.
"This goes out to the senior class of 1998 go cougars." said the radio as a new song began to play. Samantha reached next to her into her bag from in and out, she popped a French fry into her mouth as she rounded the corner onto her street.
"I'm heading down the Atlanta Highway lookin' for the love getaway!" she sang loudly as she drove down her street. Samantha slammed on her breaks as she watched FBI and CIA agents stuff her father and Mother into a police car. With trembling hands she turned the radio down and slowly drove past her house. The government had finally found them Samantha, her mother Emma and her father Jack had been running from the government for years pulling cons in towns all across the country. She quickly wiped at the tear in her eye this was no time for crying. Once she turned off of her street she floored it driving away as fast as she could her mind reeling she was all alone in this world. Samantha stopped at a field a little ways out of town and got out of her car. Spotting a massive Oak Tree off in the distance on the other side of the field she hopped the old wooden fence and quickly jogged across the massive patch of grass. Samantha stopped in front of the massive tree and looked at it there was a large pile of rocks at the base of the tree, which caught her attention. She crouched down onto her knees and began moving the rocks Samantha found a shoebox it had a garbage bag taped around it and the words my darling Samantha written in white Sharpie on its lid. It was right where her father said it would be she pulled it out of the hole it was in and opened it. Inside was a several fake passports all with her picture on them. Several bundles of 100 dollar 50 dollar and 20 dollar bills were inside but she wasn't expecting what was at the bottom. Samantha pulled the Beretta M9 9mm pistol out of the box and simply looked at it, She spotted at box of bullets and a note. She put the pistol back and picked up the note.
Dear Samantha,
If you are reading this that means either you mother or I have been arrested or the government has arrested the both of us for that matter. I'm so sorry to have to leave you like this I never wanted this life for you and neither did your mother. I messed up a long time ago and it has haunted us ever sense. I'm so sorry that my stupidity robbed you of your child hood. Take the contents of the box and live your life, I put a pistol in there because I'm no longer there to protect you not that you really need it. I'm so very proud of you and I always will be your mother and I both love you very, very much. Goodbye and good luck.
Sincerely Jack Edward Burton
Samantha wiped at the tears as they flowed down her face and took a deep breath. She packed up the box and walked back to her car. She placed the box in the back seat of her VW and climbed into the drivers seat. After another deep breath she started her car and drove away.
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Burbank California
May 12th 1998
6:45 P.M.
Chuck Bartowski was a senior at Burbank central Highschool he led a simple life living with his sister Ellie who was studying to UCLA to become a neurologist. They lived alone no parents just each other. Both their mom and dad abandoned them when they were young so they had to rely on each other; this forged a strong bond between them. Chuck was currently working at a small dinner called Karen's, which served typical dinner food. He was working a double shift today hoping to get enough money to finally be able to contribute to the rent they had to pay to live at their echo park apartment. Chuck was cleaning a table when he noticed a girl crying in the back she had been here for over an hour now and hadn't moved an inch in that time. Chuck walked back into the kitchen.
"Hey Reggie I'm gonna take my break."
"Okay Chuck." Chuck smiled and walked back out into the main area of the little diner.
One Hour Earlier…
Samantha heard her stomach grumble and spotted a billboard Karen's Diner Next Exit Samantha pulled off the highway. Samantha's mind was still reeling from earlier when she suddenly became a difacto orphan. She had nowhere to live nobody to call she was all alone and it was overwhelming. She sat down at a small table in the back and looked at the menu she decided on a hamburger with extra pickles and a coke. Samantha just couldn't seem to get a grip on the situation just four hours ago she was on her way home to tell her parents about her prom date Mitch Sims. But now that all seemed small in comparison to the immense problem ahead of her. Finally it was all too much and the tears started to fall Samantha's head fell into her hands and silent sobs racked her.
Present Day…
Chuck walked over to the girl in the back and just looked at her from a distance deciding if he should talk to her. She was a cute girl she had medium length brown hair that probably wasn't her natural hair color. She had braces and the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen all though they were red from all of the tears. Chuck walked up to her table and sat down in the seat adjacent from her.
"What's got you down miss? My names Chuck Bartowski I work here and I couldn't help but notice your mood." Sarah looked at him for a moment her eyes red and her cheeks stained from tears. He was cute in a geeky sort of way she especially liked the way his hair made funny animal shapes.
"I'm Samantha Burton nice to meet you." He gave her a thoughtful smile, which simply melted her heart.
"Why do you care if I'm sad you don't even know me?" he seemed to ponder that for a moment.
"I care because I don't like seeing women cry and I don't like seeing good people cry." She gave him a small smile and wiped at her eyes.
"How do you know I'm good person?" he gave her a sly smile.
"Look at you, behind the old close and the braces is a stunningly beautiful woman. A woman who is probably smart, funny and kind at heart. A woman who any person would be lucky to know. I'm a really good judge of character." Sarah blushed at him and giggled a little.
"Okay you really want to know what is wrong?" Chuck nodded yes as he gazed into her big blue eyes.
"Well my family cons people for a living I'm a con artist. Earlier today the FBI and the CIA arrested both of my parents. I'm alone in this world with nowhere to live and nobody to turn to." Chuck had a slightly taken aback look on his face.
"Still think I'm a good person?" Chuck quickly nodded yes.
"What you did in the past is just that in the past; who am I to hold that against you?" Chuck looked at the clock and got up telling her not to go away. Chuck walked back into the kitchen.
"Hey Shauna can you cover for me I have something important to deal with." She nodded, "Thanks you're a life saver." Chuck walked back out to Samantha's table and sat back.
"Okay lets go." After some hesitation Samantha stood up and payed her check. Chuck and Samantha walked out of the small diner. Chuck led them to a secluded beach where the waves crashed against the shore and the birds chirped. It was a peaceful place a place where someone could think in peace. Chuck sat down in the sand and looked into the ocean Samantha followed suit.
"I come here when ever I need to think there is just something about the quietness of this place that I just love." Said Chuck as he inhaled to sent of the ocean.
Samantha didn't know what it was about this kid but she felt safe around him, she didn't know why she shared such a big secret with him. Maybe it was how he looked at her maybe it was his charm she didn't know but it was infatuating. He looked like a kid who would never hurt her which is something she was attracted to.
"I don't know what to do Chuck I'm a fugitive but I don't want to run anymore if I turn myself in then I'll go to prison." Chuck was quiet for a moment.
"Well let's break this down, on one hand the right thing to do is to just give your self up but you said you didn't want to do that. Now on the other hand you don't want to run from the government. I don't know what to tell you; you are kind of screwed; personally I think you should give yourself up what kind of life would you be able to live on the run no friends, no family you'd be all alone. That is not a life I would want." Samantha smiled at Chuck.
"How old are you Chuck?" Chuck gave her a strange look.
"I'm 18 I'm currently a senior a Burbank Northern Highschool." Samantha smiled at him.
"You are wise beyond your years Chuck." He smiled at her.
"Well my parents abandoned my sister and I when I was 11 years old my sister Ellie was 15 at the time and gave up her teenage years to support us. She practically raised me and at the same time she is putting herself through college. We have a pretty strong relationship. It forced us to grow up very quickly." Samantha smiled at Chuck she liked this kid, she liked him a lot, he was a genuine nice guy something she hadn't seen many times.
"So Samantha I know of this little ice cream stand just down the beach if I go get some would you want some?" she nodded yes.
"If they have rocky road get me some." He smiled and got up to get the ice cream. Samantha sensed a presence behind her and spun around to see a tall black man wearing a black suit. She stood up and face him.
"What do you want?" Samantha lifted up the back of her shirt revealing her pistol, she had it at the ready just incase.
"You can't run from us forever; I'm Langston Graham director of the CIA." she eyed him skeptically.
"What do you want?"
"You. Your father trained you good and the CIA could do better." Samantha reached back and pulled her gun pointing at Graham.
"Okay you have ten seconds to explain before I blow your head off." He stuck his hands and spoke.
"Relax Samantha Burton of San Diego, Rebecca Franco of Washington D.C., Jenny Burton of Seattle, Katie O'Connell of Miami. But on your Birth Certificate it says your name is…"
"Okay you've made your point!" he smirked smugly.
"Now you have two option either you can got to prison for 25 years or…"
Chuck licked his ice cream as he walked down the beach Samantha's in his other hand. He had a smile on his face his trademark Bartowski smile. He liked Samantha he liked her a lot. Even though she was a felon he could tell she never wanted that life. You could see it in her eyes she seemed rather bitter about it. As Chuck approached the spot that they were seated at he couldn't see her.
"Where did she go?" he asked to himself puzzled. Chuck looked around the beach for a couple minutes before throwing away her ice cream at ease with the fact that she left. It disappointed him a little but what can you do.
2 Days Later…
Chuck walked through the door into Casa Bartowski back from another long day at Karen's.
"Hey El I'm home" he yelled, "El?" the place was very quiet Chuck slipped off his shoes and walked to the couch where he sat down. Chuck grabbed the TV remote he switched on the TV and began flipping through channels.
This is WVCB action news at eleven with your host Cindy Jennings
Chuck walked into the kitchen to grab something to drink when he heard the news anchor speak.
"Hello I'm Cindy Jennings and this is your news. In local news 18-year-old Samantha Burton was found dead after a small encounter with local police earlier this morning. Witnesses say that shots were exchanged at which time she was hit. Apparently she escaped only to be found dead this after noon on the side of highway 5. Daughter of con man Jack burton she was often an accomplice to his crimes.
Chuck stared mouth agape at the TV as his orange crush bottle slipped from his hands shattering on the floor. Chuck couldn't believe it she was dead? It saddened him that such a wonderful girl's life had been wasted like this.
"That's a shame she was a nice girl." Chuck grabbed the remote and flipped the channel.
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The Farm
4 Years and 4 Month later
Sarah collapsed onto her bed a battered and bruised woman it was days like these where she thought that prison would be better. After four years at Harvard studying linguistics she was whisked away to 'The Farm' as it was known. The place was the training facility for the CIA never in her life had she done something so challenging. Today they had been working on hand-to-hand combat something Sarah was rather bad at. Sarah what a weird thing for her to grasp onto when she was 'recruited' she had to change her name; Sarah Walker was born on September 10th 1980 in Maine. On May 14th 1998 Samantha Burton was killed in a gunfight the same day that Sarah Walker was recruited into the CIA. The first thing they did at the farm was strip you of anything that could remind you of civilization they broke you so that they could put you back together the way the envisioned. They taught you everything seduction, manipulation, interrogation, Firearms, make up and styling. Everything was taught to you; in the last 4 months Sarah had learned Maui Tai, Krav Mugha, and Ninjitsu. She was almost finished with training, which excited her. Sarah sat up on her bed and slowly but painfully pulled off her shirt and looked at the nasty bruises on her ribs. At the farm they taught you to be emotionless and cold to detach your emotions from every situation. They taught you to compartmentalize your emotions to keep them in check. Sarah put her shirt back on and went to sleep.
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Downtown Paris
2 Weeks Later
Everything was a bit of a blur as the taxicab drove her where she needed to go. She knew what she needed to do but that didn't calm her nerves. She had never taken a life before but that was her task at hand. Eve Shaw was a rogue CIA agent who had been selling secrets to the Russian mob. You are to eliminate Eve Shaw with extreme prejudice they had told her like it was going to be easy. They handed her the Smith and Wesson 5906 pistol that she had preferred in training it felt like a lead weight to her. Sarah had tucked it into the waist of her jeans that she was wearing it's cold steel pressed against her skin as a constant reminder of what lie ahead. Her hands were trembling as she paid the cabby and stepped out onto the sidewalk she looked around the little café and the surrounding shops. There she was she was walking towards Sarah; she could here her heartbeat in her ears. Eve walked by Sarah and kept on walking down the sidewalk. Sarah watched her in the mirror of a car that was parked on the side of street. Eve reached into her purse and began to turn around. Sarah spun quickly and shot; the bullet ripped through Eve's chest a large red cloud exploding from the bullet hole. Sarah stashed her gun and ran away. They always say after the first kill you lose your soul and Sarah was starting to believe it. Sarah felt empty inside she had just taken a life. Sarah lied there on her bed in her hotel room her knees curled up to her chest.
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Mule Creek State Prison
Ione California
April 24th 2005
As Jack and Emma walked down the wide asphalt drive way towards the highway he felt jubilant, this was one of the happiest days of his life. They had just been released and now it was time to start a knew life. Once they got a lift into the closest town they stopped at the local library. Jack sat down at a computer and got onto the Internet.
"What should I search? Emma we need to find our daughter." Jack did the obvious he typed in Samantha Burton and hit search. Seconds later the Google results came back and they began searching through them. A couple pages in they found an old news article from 1998. Emma gasped as her hand flew up to her mouth in horror.
"No, no it can't be."
May 14th 1998
Wanted Con Artist Killed!
Earlier today Los Angelis police shot and killed Samantha Burton after a short exchange of bullets.
There was more to the article but they didn't read anymore they had seen enough. Jack slumped in his chair in total shock he could believe his darling daughter was dead and it was all his fault.
"This is my fault, because of my stupid games my daughter is dead." Jack led an inconsolable Emma out of the library and with all the cash he had left he bought a car at a used car lot. He didn't know where they would go but they had to start a knew life. One thing he knew for sure is that he would never con again he would eventually learn to cope with the guilt but until then he didn't know what he would do.
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Wednesday, August 31st, 2007
Hotel Del Rio, Belize
11:00 A.M.
Her body glistened in the heat of the mid day sun as she laid out by the pool. Her mark Eduardo Diego the wanted drug lord sat next to her taking in the sun.
"It's rather hot out here why don't you jump into the pool to cool off." Said Eduardo as he looked at her. Making sure she gave him her most dazzling smile she got up and walked to the edge of the pool making sure she had that extra sway in her hips that drove him crazy. Sarah Jumped into the pool making barely any splash. As Sarah rose up out of the water her phone started to buzz silently. She looked at the phone then to him then back to the phone.
"Should I answer it?" Sarah had to keep up the dump blonde facade to keep her cover intact. She hated this mission it was a long-term seduction mission were she was basically this sick perverts little play thing. She couldn't wait until she could kill the bastard and go back to Washington. She continued to look at him waiting for permission until he finally shook his head yes. Sarah grabbed the phone and looked at the caller I.D. it said Sally Sarah answered the phone.
"Hello Sally." Said Sarah in standard procedure.
"Code phrase." Said the robotic voice. Sarah looked over at Eduardo and gave him a fake smile.
"Another Day in Paradise." Sally disconnected and a person began to speak. Sarah moved out of earshot as she listened.
"Agent Walker the following is above top secret. As of 0430 hours May 1st the DNI building was broken into, the INTERSECT computer was stolen. Your old partner Bryce Larkin is responsible, mission objectives have changed eliminate Eduardo Diego immediately and report back to Washington for debrief by 2100 hours tomorrow." Sarah swallowed slowly as she quickly walked back over to Eduardo.
"Lover I need to go up to the room for a moment." She placed her hand on his shoulder as she punt down to kiss him on the cheek. He looked up at her before shrugging and silently agreeing. She gave him a bright smile before quickly scampering off to there lavish suite.
As Sarah passed the guards standing outside the room and entered she quickly dressed and put her hair into a ponytail. Sarah slipped her smith and Wesson into the back of her pants before inconspicuously walking down to the pool area. Sarah was very concerned about the DNI but was equally as excited about the end of her mission. As Sarah walked toward Eduardo she gave him a genuinely happy smile.
"Why so dressed up Charlotte? Going somewhere?" She hated her cover name it just bothered her for some reason Charlotte Barstow was her cover name.
"Yes as a matter of fact I have to be leaving." Sarah gave him a happy look as she pulled out her gun firing two shots into his lower torso. Blood splattered everywhere. Sarah whipped around using him as a human shield as she fired two more shots at the quickly approaching guards. After dispatching Eduardo and his two guards Sarah sprinted through the crowd of screaming civilians. She sprinted all the way to the parking lot wear she quickly stole a car and drove off to the airport.
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7 Hours Earlier
August 31st 2007,
Washington D.C.
4:30 A.M.
It was an unusually dark night in DC, as the two men silently approached the DNI building. There was a security console on the wall in the back of the massive brick building that they were headed towards. As one of them opened it they quickly connected their mini computer to the security cameras. Once the security cameras were looped they made their way to the rear entrance. They found it unnervingly easy to hack the security system and turn off the silent alarms. They crept inside slowly and began to head towards their final destination. As they ducked and turned down various hallways they quickly approached the Intersect room.
"Hey freeze!" said a guard as he opened fire on them. After a short gunfight they killed the guard and quickened there pace toward the room. Once they arrived at the Intersect room one of the two men crouched down to hack the security lock he was medium height and muscular of build. After a couple of seconds of hacking he heard a beeping sound followed by the door unlocking.
"Gotcha." They quickly made their way inside the building and were met by yet another guard. The taller man fired his Mack 10 machine gun killing the guard in one short burst.
"Okay get the data and plant the charge so we can get out of here." The taller man walked up to the computer console and attached the external hard drive. The shorter of the two men quickly put on his sunglasses to protect his eyes from the Intersect. The taller man did the same. Once the Intersect was finished the taller disconnected the drive and handed it to the shorter man. They could here people coming and knew it was time to leave. As they exited the room the shorter man felt a bullet rip through his left shoulder exploding out of his chest. The taller man turned and grabbed the drive from the shorter mans dead corps and began running again. Bullets whizzed by him on all sides as he sprinted down the last hallway. The man whipped out a small computer as he entered a staircase he began flipping through all of his email contacts looking for the right one. He heard people coming and began sprinting up the stairs. He burst out of the door on the roof and jumped across to the next building. He began systematically jumping down to other roofs until he was on the ground. He flipped through the contacts some more before finding the right one. Just then a 9mm bullet crashed into his chest right into his heart he collapsed onto the pavement and hit the send button the screen said Chuck Bartowski. John Casey lowered his smoking Sig Sauer P226 pistol and walked up to the tallish man he bent down and pulled off his mask.
"Larkin." Casey seethed with rage Bryce just smirked up at him as he continued to bleed out.
"To late Casey." The small computer finished sending then self destructed like it was designed to. Casey put his gun away, grabbed the small fried computer and walked away leaving Bryce's dead corps in the middle of the parking lot.
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Thursday, September 1st, 2007
Washington D.C.
3:00 A.M.
After several hours of debriefing and sorting through the mess of paperwork that she had to do Sarah stumbled into her lonely apartment. She tossed the keys of her Porsche onto the table and walked into the bedroom, Sarah fell face first into her bed still in the clothes she had bought in the airport in Belize and fell asleep. She had a briefing at 6:00 A.M. but didn't care at the moment. She was fast asleep within seconds of hitting the pillow. Sleep was not usually her best friend on most days as she was usually haunted by visions of the people she had killed and the things she had done. It was really funny how life worked, two years after her 'recruitment' Langston Graham was removed from his position as Director of the CIA on the grounds of infringement on peoples civil liberties as pertaining to the 'recruitment' of some if not all of the agents that he brought into the CIA, he was replaced by a friendly guy named Franklin Lynch. Sarah liked Lynch he was a real straight shooter and was equally as caring. He reminded her of Chuck the boy from he beach so many years ago. Which both made her happy and sad at the same time. Sarah had the creeping suspicion that Lynch was smitten with her but then again it was just a suspicion.
Sarah tossed and turned moaning scared her body covered in sweat.
"Please no. Don't leave me I'm sorry." She said in her sleep. Sarah shrieked in fear and shot up in bed her body trembling from her nightmare tears flowing down her face. It was all a dream; nightmares like this were very common. Sarah looked over at her clock and grumbled it was only 4:30 A.M. but Sarah new that no more sleep would be had tonight. Sarah ran her hand through her hair as she rose out of bed to start her day.
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Thursday, May 2nd, 2013
George Bush Center For Intelligence, Langley Virginia
5:57 A.M.
Sarah walked into the Director Lynch's waiting room outside his office; she was wearing a blue button down blouse and a pair of tight fitting white khakis a travel mug of coffee in her hand. She waived to Danica his office secretary.
"Boy you cut it close today Agent Walker just go right in." Sarah smiled at her and stepped into his office she was surprised when she saw General Diane Beckman Director of the NSA.
"Ah Agent Walker you here. We are in a bit of a bind here." She looked at him puzzled a bit.
"Sorry sir I don't follow." He pulled a file that said classified on it he gave it to her when she opened Sarah gasped in shock. It was a photo of Bryce's dead corps.
"Bryce Larkin went rogue and stole the Intersect. You were his partner for almost five years we're concerned about where your loyalties lie." Sarah stared at the two of them hurt.
"If you are trying to insinuate that I'm rogue or in some way am involved with this then I'm truly insulted. Now granted I did have a long relationship with him and we still did talk every now and then but that doesn't take away from he fact that I'm the best CIA agent around why would I go rogue?" General Beckman spoke next.
"We hope your right Agent Walker because we're counting on you to fix this." Lynch cut in next. "He sent it via email to an address in Burbank California. The email address belonged to one Charles Irving Bartowski." Sarah had to control her shock at the name.
"You have 72 hours from the time you make contact with Bartowski to secure the Intersect after that the NSA is sending in John Casey to clean it up." She was reeling you couldn't see it on her face but if you knew what to look for then you could see it. Lynch handed her a file and she was dismissed.
Back at Sarah's apartment she simply couldn't believe he was dead. She hadn't experienced a pain like this since her parents were arrested. Now she didn't quiet love Bryce but she really did care about him. He was the only male figure in her life for a long time, yes they did have sex but mostly just after missions as a means of blowing off steam. Why would he do this he was always a patriot she couldn't figure out why he would go rogue. Sarah remembered Chuck she could remember his dazzling smile his cute hair. STOP! She needed to stop that right now this man was not a good person he was a traitor he was probably a loser too. She needed to be cold this was a mission for Agent Walker the wild card enforcer. Sarah had always been somewhat of an enforcer type never getting affection from her parents. Her therapist has always called it daddy issues but she knew it was more a function of her entire childhood. Until she read the note her dad had never ever told her that he loved her. Throughout Sarah's whole life Jack had taught her to never say those three words he always said that only suckers said it. Sarah was no sucker that was why she had trouble expressing her feelings. Sarah had been like this sense childhood, she knew she should probably be working on this with a therapist but that would show weakness something that Agent Walker could never do. The CIA taught agents to only use it to manipulate marks. Sarah sat down on her bed and opened the file containing the mission information.
Objective: Secure the Intersect
Secondary Objective: investigate Charles Bartowski's involvement.
Information on Mark: Chuck Bartowski lives in Echo Park in Burbank California with her boyfriend Devon. In 2002 he was expelled from Stanford University for cheating. Was friends with Bryce Larkin in college.
His parents abandoned him and his sister early in their childhood. Grew up in Encino California before moving to Burbank in 1996. Best friend is Morgan Grimes has been sense the age of 9. Currently working at the Burbank Buymore. Bryce Larkin got him kicked out of Stanford.
Psych Profile: Most likely has issues with rejection and abandonment. Most likely has mild hatred of Bryce Larkin
"Oh Bryce why did you do this?" Said Sarah as she closed the file and stood up. She had packing to do.
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Ronald Reagan International Airport
6:00 A.M.
As Sarah boarded the plane destined for Burbank she couldn't help the feeling of betrayal she was currently experiencing. She didn't love Bryce, she didn't really love anybody but she did have very strong feelings for the man and now he just betrayed her and her country. He didn't even tell her anything he just did it, now Sarah knew that was probably an irrational thought but still. Sarah stowed her suitcase in the overhead compartment and took her seat next to the window. She fastened her lap belt and sat back waiting for take off.
AN: SO THERE'S CHAPTER ONE WHAT DO YOU THINK? IDEA'S, TIPS, COMPLAINTS, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ALL GREATLY APPRECIATED.
AN: THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONGER FLUFFIER STORY THEN MY LAST ONE 9 YEARS WITHOUT YOU WHICH I'VE RETITLED AS BLACKSPARROW. UNTIL NEXT TIME :D