Part II of…more than two. Thank you to all those who took the time to review. They really do act as oxygen to us writers. Usual Disclaimers apply & all mistakes are my own!

Part II. The Autobiography of a Spy

When I arrived in Burbank, California I figured Chuck Bartowski, a Stanford dropout, and Nerd Herd supervisor, would be a sleazy guy. My first impressions of marks I was sent to find and terminate were always right. So, when Chuck Bartowski helped the little Ballerina girl and her father, I knew I was in trouble because for some god-awful reason a season CIA killer was imagining her child with that man. And to even admit that left a dink in my agent armor.

Chuck walked up to the girl, who was nervous. "What's wrong?"

The little girl was the tallest in her class so she wasn't used to being in the center.

Chuck responded to the girls concern, "You know what, ballerina's are tall."

As Sarah watched the scene play out, she couldn't help but wonder how Chuck would be as a father to her child. The moment that thought crossed her mind, she decided Chuck Bartowski would be like no mark she would ever come across because that moment was the first time since her mother died of cancer 18 years ago that she dreamt about being a mother.

The next day when she had the most amazing first date with him, except the part that it was all a lie, that the NSA tried to kill the both of them, and a bomb almost went off killing him, her, and an important NATO guy, she told him something true. Sarah really did like him.

After Chuck diffused the bomb, he went to the beach to try to clear his head. Sarah followed him for a few hours before she decided to try talking to him.

Yes, Sarah was his handler but she also needed to be his friend. She understood what the spy life does to a person.

So Chuck and Sarah sat in the sand for a while talking.

"I need you to do one more thing for me."

"What's that?"

"Trust me Chuck."

After a few months working with Chuck, I figured out that I was in trouble. I began to care and feel about things again. For most of my life, I was told what to do, what to feel, and when to feel it. But with Chuck around me, I was myself. I hadn't been myself since Dad ripped me out of Chicago.

The night when we kissed at the docks, I thought my heart was going to explode. He wasn't just a person there; he was everything. That's why I kissed him. That's also why I had to lie about it when he asked. I needed to make sure he stayed safe because even thought I cared for him deeply, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he died on my watch.

So I told him with a non-answer that the kiss didn't mean anything and it was a mistake. [A mistake in which I wanted to repeat over and over again] But, I forced those repeats to remain fantasy.

During the chaos of Bryce still being alive, I decided to test out the old flame that was Bryce Larkin to 'see' if there was anything left, but really it was to try to get over Chuck and everything that was associated with him. When Bryce went rogue, for real or for not, I severed my heart from his. I didn't care that he was still alive. I trusted him with my life, and because he lied to me and didn't tell me what he was going through I could no longer share my heart with him.

I knew there was nothing but ashes left with Bryce, but I was so confused about Chuck I needed a constant back in my life. The funny thing is, in the heat of the moment, 'Bryce' wasn't what I called out. It was 'Chuck, Chuck Bartowski'. So when the choice between a life of misery with Bryce and a confused but fulfilling life with Chuck came up a few nights after my word stumble the choice was obvious. Chuck, Chuck Bartowski.

The mission after Bryce's departure was crummy to say the least. I had to get close to this Lon Kirk character. Chuck was jealous. I accused him of faking a flash. I called our kiss a mistake [which it was not by any means a mistake]. So by the end of the day, I figured I could either get Chuck to trust me again or request a reassignment. My heart and brain were telling me two different things. That was a first for me.

Chuck and Sarah stood next to the Christmas tree at the BuyMore Christmas party. Chuck gave Sarah a new alarm clock since she...murdered her old one.

"It's also kinda of a thank you for believing me when you had good reason not to."

"Well it's my job. It's what I do. It's the one thing I'm good at"

"Really...cuz I'm pretty sure you're good at a lot of things"

"Well...as you can see from everything that happened with Bryce, I'm not so good at relationships."

"I guess that makes two of us...and that makes me good at pretty much nothing I suppose."

"Chuck, you're good at your job took. Not just here fixing computers...you know the one where you risk your life to save others, the one that you didn't ask for but were supposed to have." Sarah looked into his eyes to try reading him. His normal 'Chuck Bartowski' face wasn't present. It was a face that longed to have someone there with him.

He put forth his hand, "Friends."

Sarah was a little taken aback from his action. She was trained to expect the unexpected but she would never have been able to train to be around Chuck Bartowski.

"Yea, friends."

They kept their hands together for a few moments longer than necessary trying to figure out what had just happened. 'Thank god for Jeff' both of their inter-selves said.

So after the Christmas party, things seemed to calm down a bit. Chuck and I weren't back to pre-Bryce status but we were friends. Friends that longed to be together, friends that stared at each other for moments too long to be considered 'friendly', friends that thought of the other in...very un-friend like ways.

To say that I was too comfortable at my assignment would be an understatement. I loved my assignment. I got to spend time with the greatest man in the world. So when he was almost taken from me, I realized he meant much for to me than Bryce could ever have. I was lucky to have Casey watching my back.

A few months after his almost-extraction, our team received news that the new Intersect was up and running. Chuck walked into the Orange Orange and asked me on a real date. When he asked me, I almost fainted right then and there. Well, I wouldn't have fainted actually, but if I had been a real girl waiting for my man to ask me out on a date then I would have.

Since I was no normal girl, things didn't go quite as expected. Long story short, Casey came to our rescue. We were supposed to have a second date, but it got cancelled due to Chuck still being the Intersect.

Months passed and my life seemed to get more complicated as the minutes passed. Bryce coming back, again, and then Jill [the bitch] coming back only to break Chuck's heart. I never knew I could horde such anger towards another person until I met her, until she took Chuck away from me, and until she turned out to be Fulcrum. I knew that if looks could kill, Jill wouldn't be alive even if she was a cat with nine lives.