First Impressions
Agent Malkere
Disclaimer: Chuck belongs to NBC, not me, otherwise this would actually happen in the show.
Sarah had been doing well right up to the point where she'd gotten the Russian Mafia assassin cornered in his apartment. Then things had started getting out of hand.
It was Sarah's first solo, out of country assassination and she'd been determined that she wouldn't make any stupid, rookie mistakes. And she hadn't up until right now. She had traced the target, Mikhail Chekov, to his current residence in downtown Moscow after the CIA had identified him as a serious threat that needed to be taken out. Sarah had broken into his apartment and had almost everything setup so that it would look like the work of a rival group once she was done when it had happened. Chekov had come home early with a sack of groceries under one arm, humming softly.
Quite frankly, Sarah had panicked. Mainly because she was in a Russian apartment (which meant there was no decent place to hide), but still – it had been an incredibly amateur thing to do. Instead of just shooting him between the eyes, she had punched him and said something unbelievably dumb (in English) about him being under arrest. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Chekov was bigger, stronger, and more experienced than her. Plus, this was his apartment – home field advantage. And she was supposed to KILL him, not arrest him!!! Within seconds, he'd kicked the gun out of her hand and sent it spinning across the room where it clattered against the far wall. Sarah had pulled a knife and gotten in a good slash or two before that, too, was kicked away. Their brawl continued for another ten minutes as they proceeded to break and assault each other with every object and piece of furniture within their reach. If this hadn't been Russia, one of the neighbors probably would have called the police because of the noise they where making.
So far, Chekov had been swearing at Sarah the entire time in incredibly loud, descriptive Russian. Sarah reached behind her self and grabbed the first thing her fingers came in contact with, which turned out to be a potted plant of some sort. She leaned back, preparing to hurl pot and plant and Chekov's head. Chekov's eyes widened as he suddenly realized what she intended to do. He lunged forward and caught her arm in a bruising grip. Sarah tried to take advantage of the close range and punch him again, but he just caught her fist in his other hand.
"Will you stop trying to goddamn kill me already?!?" he snarled… in a perfect American accent. Sarah's muscles went slack and her jaw dropped. The potted plant slipped from her limp fingers, but Chekov caught it before it hit the ground. He gave her a withering glare before carefully setting the plant on the nearby counter top. Sarah's mind finally registered that the ambiguous plant was actually a carefully cared for bonsai tree. Why would a member of the Russia Mafia have a bonsai?
Chekov scowled at the wreckage of his apartment.
"Fucking newbie CIA agents," Sarah heard him mutter under his breath. She continued to stare at him blankly. What the hell…? "Don't you people ever check before blowing somebody's cover?!? Do you have any idea how long it's taken me to get in this deep?!?"
"Wait, what?!?" Sarah asked, interrupting Chekov's rant. He glared at her again, blue eyes flashing dangerously. Opening a cupboard door, he pried open a hidden compartment within the door itself. Chekov pulled out what looked like a small, thin black book. Sarah felt her heart sinking even before she caught sight of the gold crest adorning the cover. He threw the badge at her and she flipped it open. Oh shit….
Agent Sarah Walker, meet Major John Casey.