My Note

Well here is my first attempt at a fan fic. Been lurking for a while and while I have absolutely no background in writing anything other than boring reports, I wanted to try something that might give back a little enjoyment like what I received reading the posts, and just get my brain working again.

So here is chapter one. I have a rough idea of the next three chapters. I'm hoping for one a week, but it took me almost two to get this to where I'm comfortable with it. No beta's. All mistakes are very mine, and are really like me.

Disclaimer – The bank and the wife really owns everything I have, including any original characters I made for this story. The characters relating to Chuck belong to people with a lot more money, power and since they renewed Chuck for season three, good looks. They would be NBC, WB, etc. Since I will never expect to write anything good enough for cash, the idea I could profit off of this is well…. nuts. oh any other references I don't own either.

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Just before Day One – Sunday night

The staff as soon as they walked into the reception room took one look at the pacing blond dressed to kill in a black evening dress and high heels wearing a hole in the carpet.

No one knew who she was or why she was there, but it took no Special Forces training to realize that there was murder in her eyes as she stared at the closed door to the newly appointed CIA director almost vibrating with annoyance.

The staff did the sensible thing, they almost ran back out the way they came.

She had no idea why she was there, why two agents were sent to her hotel and told her to pack up her stuff and follow her. All they said was following orders from the new director himself and that all would be explained in the mandatory debriefing she was to attend immediately.

That over six hours ago and she has been pacing now for over two and when the door finally opened, a small four foot nothing lady walked over to her with absolutely no hesitation and took her back to the back office.

"About time, you really need better coffee in this joint"

The little lady shook here head and thought "That is one agent that needs to cut back on her caffeine."

They walked into the office and sitting on the edge of his desk with a man in his early forty's looking over a file, glasses perched on the end of his nose, only half aware that they entered. When he looked up and noticed the agent's dress he said:

"Sorry to call so late agent, I just realized that the escort picked you up at dinner time. Are you hungry? Is there anything you would like?"

"Only why I was brought here SIR!". She looked at the new director and thought "oh crap, he looks like that old tv cop, columbo or cuba. He even has an wrinkled trench coat on the coat rack"

The director's eyes narrowed and then he turned to the little lady that brought the agent in "Virginia, I believe some coffee is in order, and I am thinking that some food might not be a bad idea, Since the agent does not seem to like our coffee here, please send someone out the coffee shop and pick up some extra larges and some sort of pastry they have on hand at two in the morning. This will take longer than I thought and Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

Nodding to the director, Virginia left smiling "oh crap is she in for a bad night"

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As soon as the door closed, the director extended a hand towards two chairs off to the side of the desk and after grabbing several file folders, started walking over to one.

Realizing that she did not have much of a choice she sat in the other.

The director chucked "If this woman probably sleeps at attention"

"I'm sorry agent, I am really bad with names, good with faces and bad with names, and it is late. So let me get to the point, the last mission you and your team was on was not the most…. Well let's just say successful. Your tactics were considered unusual and even though you and most of the agents survived, a few doubts about if your skills are being used properly have come up."

"For instance, I understand that you were involved in a 49b recently. Care to tell me about it, and please be descriptive of…" He flipped open the largest file he brought with him"….Charles Irving Bartowski"

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Just as the sun was starting to come up, Virginia was just putting on finishing touches to the director's schedule he requested an hour ago, just after the Blonde agent stormed out of the office and nearly had the two guards ready to draw their weapons since the agent slammed the door hard enough that half the floor thought it was a gunshot.

Virginia smiled, "Good thing I brought her decafe…"

Just as she was going to the printer to give the Director the changes, her private line started to ring.

"Yes Director, I have called Dr. Short in LA and have made the necessary arrangements. He is awaiting a call to be what time you will arrive, according to him this golf game is on you today. He wanted me to remind you not to forget your wallet this time. Your plane will be waiting at the airport at 1000 hours. Finally General Beckman has called again and requested a meeting…"

"No sir, she did not sound happy in the least."

"No I have never heard her sound happy in conversations with Director Graham either."

"Well I am not sure, can that actually be anatomically possible?"

"Really… I'll take your word on that sir. She request that the meeting be scheduled at 0700. Is there anything you will need?"

"Yes sir and what brand or make of whip and chair would you prefer."

Virginia laughs after she hears the dead silence on the line.

"Yes sir I do realize you were joking."

Well I'm almost scared to ask …

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