Hey guys. I was really happy with the reviews I got for my first piece on this site, Sarah Walker vs His Passing. I know it was a bit depressing, and I don't intend to write anything as sad anytime soon, so have no fear! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you're awesome! This is my new story I'll be writing. I have a 2-3 chapter buffer at the moment, but no doubt that'll vanish quickly, so I can't make promises about updates, you'll just have to trust my judgement!

The idea of this story is that Sarah Walker is assigned to find the whereabouts of the Intersect from Chuck, but unlike the show, Casey doesn't ruin things on the first date, and Chuck has a secret of his own. What does this mean for our heroes? Time will tell! You'll have to read and let me know! And because I love torturing you guys, I'm quite a big fan of cliffhangars... so yeah, good luck with that.

Unfortunately, the first chapter is pretty much the first half of the Pilot from the show, but hopefully it's a bit more interesting if it's from Sarah's POV, I promise the next chapters won't be as similar to the show, and thus will be more exciting!

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck. Bad times.

Sarah Walker looked herself over in her car's mirror, satisfied that no hair was out of place and she had applied her make-up perfectly. She climbed gracefully out of her black Porsche, her 'baby', and walked towards the Buy More. She had decided to go for a casual, yet attractive look, to ensure she looked like an ordinary civilian. From experience, she had learned that it was easier to work slowly with civilians, whereas with the rich types, you had to show a little to get places. If she had been told when she had joined the CIA that she was going to be used more often for her 'assets' rather than combat skills and excellent track record, she may have reconsidered joining. She was here now though, and her job satisfaction came from seeing her marks either behind bars, or six feet under, knowing she had done it for the good of the country.

The doors into the electronics store opened and she stepped through, instantly catching the eye of a balding employee who looked like he was drunk. The drunk's associate, an Indian-looking man quickly pulled him out of the way. Sarah was thankful for that; she had already spotted her mark and needed no one getting in her way. Tall, slim, brown curly hair with a tie and white shirt, working in the Nerd Herd under the name 'Charles Bartowski'. The Director had made sure that she bring the mark in by any means necessary; so naturally, Sarah decided to go with what she knew, and would try the old fashioned honey trap method. After all, these geeks rarely saw women as stunning as she was right? The two employees she had already seen had confirmed her suspicions that not many women walked around Burbank; this gave her an advantage already. She had a week before the Director would do things his way; she was just glad that she was his protégé and could convince him otherwise; she needed a bit of a simple assignment to get over Larkin going rogue.

The mark, or Charles, was behind the Nerd Herd desk with a friend, discussing something rather than actually working. From first looks (even though she had seen a photo of him when given the assignment, the photo from his Buy More nametag, which was hardly flattering), she had to say he was relatively attractive. No Bryce Larkin when it came to looks, but he had a certain quality about him that she reckoned some women may find attractive. He was oblivious to her as she approached, but the green-shirt saw her, muttering something under his breath to Charles.

"Vicki Vale, Vi-Vi-Vicki vale, Vickity-Vickity-Vi-Vi-Vicky Vale," he rapped, and she had to make sure she didn't smirk to make the best first impression. She stood quietly and made brief eye contact with his friend, before smiling as she waited for him to finish.

When he did eventually notice her, he dropped the files he was holding and the phone in a comical manner, causing her smile to widen. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she beamed. They were less than an arms distance from each other, and she had made sure that she had worn perfume that day for close situations like this.

"Uh no... not at all. Wh-that's from Batman," Charles stuttered, shocked by her appearance.

"Because that makes it better," she smirked. So he liked Batman too; not much of a surprise. Sarah thought she may have seen one of the movies undercover a while back, but she had spent most of the film watching a mark that had been using the cinema as a meeting-place with an arms dealer.

At this point Bartowski was still clearly dumbstruck, so his friend stepped in to introduce them. Sarah wagered that she could break the ice a bit by cracking a joke at their names. "I didn't realise people still called their kids Chuck or Morgan for that matter," she grinned. She thought his name was Charles Bartowski, Chuck must have been his nickname, that was what it said on his nametag after all.

Chuck seemingly shook off his shyness and rattled off some explanation about how he and Morgan got their names. She didn't really pay attention, although she gave the impression she did, she was too busy memorising the way he spoke, the hand gestures he made and his body language. His shyness was obvious, especially around women, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. No doubt he was a relatively decent actor to cover up all the shady business he no doubt did, but his eyes didn't speak of any nefarious ideals in that head of his… it was strange.

"How can I help you…?" Chuck asked, fishing for a name.

"Sarah," she answered, "I'm here about this." She placed her old phone on the desk. It had been broken for a year now, and she had long since bought a new phone; it would be a simple test to see if he was a 'Nerd Herder' and a cover-up for her being in the store.

"Ah, the Intellicell, absolutely. This model has a little screw that pops loose in the back here. A few quick turns aaaand, good as new. No problem." He handed the fixed phone back to her and she was impressed. It was a quick fix, but he hadn't given any of that superstore bullshit about it being $100 an hour fix only to leave it sitting on a shelf for three days.

"Wow, you geeks are good." Sarah had made her first screw-up. By their reaction to the word 'geek', it was almost like she had slapped both of them in the face. Inside she swore at herself for not going with nerd, after all, it was said everywhere in the store. On the outside though, she maintained her cover and continued to smile and laugh at every other sentence Chuck seemed to say.

That was when a man with his daughter in a ballerina's outfit came running up to the desk, grabbing focus away from her. Apparently he had some problem with recording her recital. Chuck of course rose to the challenge and took the digital camera off the man and opened it up. Turns out the man didn't have any digital tape in there. Sarah thought she may have made the same mistake once if it wasn't for all the surveillance equipment she had worked with. Chuck then did something she didn't expect, he looked at her for a second, before he clearly came to a decision in his mind. "Morgan, I need the wall."

"Its yours," Morgan pointed and ran off to the back of the shop. Sarah was curious now. Chuck said a fleeting apology as he lead the two away to whatever 'the wall' was. Sarah remained where she was, her curiosity overwhelming the voice inside that was kicking her for letting her mark get away. Had she been identified and he was making his way for the back exit?

After a couple of minutes of fiddling around at the back, he emerged with the young girl in tow. Some green-shirts had moves a couple of stands and tables, clearing the space where Chuck and the girl now stood. The rows of televisions in the background were connected to the camera, so they all showed the young ballerina being whispered to by the Nerd Herder. Morgan to the side started the music and Chuck stepped away as she began her routine. Sarah actually found herself craning her neck to get a better view of the dancer. This was after all, what she gave up her life for; so that parents could see their daughter's recitals in peace, so that ordinary American citizens didn't have to live in fear.

After the ballerina finished her routine, Chuck began walking back towards her with an award-winning smile on his face when her real phone buzzed in her pocket. She knew exactly what that meant, so she needed to answer it quickly, but she couldn't risk blowing her attempts with Chuck by leaving now. She saw he had been caught in conversation with a short green-shirt, and took that as an opportunity to leave, placing her card delicately on the desk. On her way out of the shop, she caught the same drunken Nerd herder staring at her rear, but chose to ignore him. He just better not do it again…

She walked across the car park and climbed back into her Porsche before taking out her phone and dialling a number. "Walker, secure."

The man on the other end of the phone was in the CIA, and he had been doing a bit of research on the Bartowski family to detect anything shady. "I have the information you requested Agent Walker. Charles Irving Bartowski has a sister, Eleanor, who works at the hospital. He currently lives with her and has worked at the Buy More for the last few years as a Nerd herder with a near exemplary service record working with computers. Nothing irregular has been linked with his bank account, and he barely makes enough money to pay his way. Pretty surprising if you ask me considering he went to Stanford…"

"Stanford?" Sarah's eyebrows rose, she hadn't expected him to be that well educated. "How did he wind up in the Buy More?"

"It looks like he was expelled in the final semester of his third year for cheating, and maybe running a small test-selling operation amongst the other students. One of his roommates was Agent Larkin. I've sent his address and work schedule to your email account. That's all I have for now, I'll give you a call when I have more information." The phone went dead before Sarah could thank him. Nothing out of the ordinary with him thus far; but perhaps the cheating at Stanford spoke of a darker side to him. At least Sarah knew how Bryce had known him; being roommates before he became an agent with the CIA, unless Chuck knew he was already an agent. That would complicate things if it were true.

Sarah drove her car out of the Buy More plaza and drove the short distance to her CIA digs. The hotel had a fantastic view of Los Angeles, with huge panoramic windows. She may have felt a bit self conscious of peeping-toms, were she not on one of the upper floors. If someone wanted a peep, they would have to have some seriously high-tech equipment, and if that was the case, it was easier to let them than worry all the time. Having just arrived in Burbank that morning, she had yet to unpack; not that she had many possessions anyway. CIA missions required her to travel light, so she managed to fit all her worldly belongings in a medium-sized suitcase, with a bit of room to spare. Generally, the CIA would send her anything she needed in the way of clothing or equipment, so she really didn't have to worry. It meant it was easy to pack up and leave at a moment's notice, which was perfect for her line of work, even if a little depressing to realise everything you owned was in one small bag.

Sarah didn't stay in her hotel room for long. With the work schedule her contact had given her, she had around an hour to find his computer and take it back to the labs. Assuming it all went to plan, government analysts could ascertain if Chuck had sent the Intersect to more people, or if he had even opened Bryce's message. The rest would be handled from there. Until then, she just had to get that computer. If she was quick, she could make it to his apartment in ten minutes. Luckily for America, Sarah Walker was a very fast driver.

She had unhooked the computer and was on her way out the door. She was dressed fully in black, in anyone had seen her, they would have struggled to even tell if she was female or not. Unfortunately for Agent Walker, today was one of those days. She had picked the lock of the Bartowski Apartment and had looked around for a bit before finding Chuck's room. The apartment was very clean, and well lived in. If her spy instincts hadn't warned her otherwise, she may have picked up one of the pictures of Chuck and a girl who must have been his sister, judging by what her informant had told her. She had walked into Eleanor's room first, but quickly realised her mistake when she saw the lack of a computer, and the feminine clothing draped on hangars.

When she stepped into Chuck's room, she was at first surprised. It looked like the room of a high-schooler, posters of films she had never seen and music she had never heard; it was a little eerie, like she was walking into a room which rejected everything she knew, like she wasn't knowledgeable enough to be in there. Again though, her spy instincts kicked in and she immediately placed a couple of small bugs around his room, as well as one very small security camera, before going to his computer. She smirked briefly at the Post-It note that said 'Professional Nerd' before taking all the leads out from his computer. She had picked it up and was on her way out of the front door when it opened.

She froze.

The two men froze.

Chuck and Morgan had come home early, and caught her in the act. Luckily, she couldn't be identified, and she remained silent, just calculating as to what they would do next. If Chuck was a trained agent, she would have a fight on her hands; if not, she would go easy on him.

"Please… not the computer…" he managed to say, whilst she put the computer down on the ground. She squared up to them, striking a pose intended to intimidate, and not let on to the fact that she was a woman; thus potentially giving her the element of surprise.

Suddenly a bowl was thrown at her, then a small statuette. She reacted quickly and knocked them out of her path, unfortunately into Chuck's chest and private-area. Judging from the yelp he let out, she had hit them back faster than Morgan had thrown them. When Chuck started to walk towards her, she was perhaps a little too aggressive, considering the way he walked he was clearly in pain. But it didn't pay to be careless in her line of work, so she kicked him backwards into a table, using the computer as a distraction before propping it on a shelf. Morgan tried to come to his aid, but with the help of a golf-club, she sent him reeling into Chuck.

A crash behind her caused her to spin, seeing the computer fall off the shelf and pretty much explode, wiring and circuit-board going everywhere. She had to bail before her identity was blown, and had no time to try and salvage the wreckage of his computer. Sprinting out of his apartment complex, she leapt into her Porsche and sped off, before ripping off her balaclava and swearing.

She had spent the night in her hotel room reviewing her plans thus far. She did this via a small notebook that she would burn later to cover her traces. This was both a methodical and emotional method she had been taught at the Farm, so she could write down what she was feeling without fears of being reprimanded or found out, thus allowing her to continue her cold exterior when it was most important; on missions.

She looked down at the notepad and frowned slightly. She hadn't written down too much yet, her mind being elsewhere, but she still reviewed what she had thus far:

Charles Irving Bartowski – 'Chuck'

Helpful

Polite

Nervous

Cute

Wait, what the hell? This was what happened when she let her mind wander… she angrily scratched through it with a pencil, hard enough that she actually ripped the page and the one below. She sighed and ripped both out before starting again.

Chuck Bartowski – no visible leads to Larkin, possible act. Computer destroyed beyond repair. Possible backup, must pursue. Tall, long limbed – possible strength.

Morgan – friend of Chuck, possibly in on the Intersect, treat with caution. Too short and unfit to be a major threat.

Plan? Seduce Chuck and be told information willingly. Have until the end of the week to get it or NSA gets involved. Must be fast.

Sarah read the last line and frowned. She had seduced many marks before, and she had already made inroads with Chuck, but it never felt right with nice guys. Admittedly, she didn't come across many nice guys in her line of work, as they were usually all an act. Chuck seemed so genuine, that even her people-reading skills were useless. She would have to find out the good old fashioned way.

The book was shoved back into her suitcase and she got ready for bed. Tomorrow she would explain the situation to Graham and make her move, as, to her dismay, Chuck hadn't called, despite her giving him all the right signals… hadn't she?