He didn't know what to do, he just quit the Buymore. No more NerdHerd or pocket protectors, green shirts and mystery crisper. Ellie was so happy, he needed earplugs so he wouldn't be deafened by her squeals of joy, but he had a strange sense that he had made a big mistake. It didn't help that every time he saw Morgan, he had to hear verbally that he was a traitor of Buymoria. His new job had hopes of excitement of which the Buymore was devoid of, and it was an opportunity of a lifetime to be working at the CIA, even it was just an assistant position. He would be a PA for some big hotshot spy and help around with some tech stuff, maybe even get involved with an adventure if he was lucky.

Walking into the CIA base Chuck sighed deeply in appreciation, it was modern- having been refurbished not that long ago, and at a first glance you could almost smell the order and obedience from the agents.

"Hello, I'm Charles Bartowski; I was told that if I came here you would direct me where to go." He could hear the nervousness laced in his voice, apparently so could the receptionist as she gave him a knowing glance, like she too had been through this when she first started

"Yeah, were expecting you. Just a few tests to ensure that you are in fact who you say you are and that you are secure then you'll be shown to the office you'll be working at." She replied, looking him up and down with a hungry look in her eyes that scared the wits out of Chuck.

"Oh, and Mr Bartowski…" she said as he was walking off to the testing rooms, with an agent fitted with dark glasses and a black suit and tie combo, named 'Smith'

"Yes?"

"I hope to see you soon, but you're welcome to come find me and we can…" she wasn't given the chance to say anything more as Chuck fled as quick as possible, with the agent following close behind.

As he sat waiting with 'Smith' he thought about what had just happened, in the reception. Was she flirting with him? It was hard to tell as he hadn't much looked at or spoken to a woman since his brutal breakup with Jill Roberts. The receptionist was quite pretty, a brunette with green eyes, and she seemed interested in him but Chuck knew he shouldn't lead her on as it wouldn't be fair. He just hadn't gotten over Jill.

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