Thank you everyone for your story alerts and reviews.

And like I said before this is an AU of Chuck, he is a bit different but remember when he was in college he had a lot more self esteem and was different from the Chuck at the Buy More. And Sarah is going to be the most OOC. She is quiet, shy and closed off, I believe she grew up that way and the academy changed her. So I will be playing with her character a lot in this story.

Also for a side note, I am using Project Omaha as the basis for Chuck and Sarah's CIA training, so it's their Academy training so to speak. Both are fresh out of college and going through training, Sarah for the more combative training and Chuck for the technology. That will play into their partnership really well when they get teamed up together, help each other out where one maybe weak at something and the other is not.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Chuck except the DVD's

June 2, 2002

After spending the few short days with my sister and her boyfriend I was whisked away to the next chapter of my life. I laughed at the situation as I walk off the plane. Who would have thought that Project Omaha would actually be located in Omaha?

Well that's our government for yah.

I walked to baggage claim and grabbed my bag then went to find my CIA contact. They even gave me a code word and everything for when I met the guy. I feel like a spy already. An hour later I was entering a large military looking compound then was escorted to the main assembly hall. There were people everywhere; it looked like freshman orientation all over again.

God I hope it won't be some long boring speech delivered by some old monotone fogie. 'Buller…Buller???'

After making a quick scan of the room I could already tell that people were making their little groups. Seeking out friends and whatnot in this 'different' environment we're in now. The room was filled with noise and chatter and this overwhelming sense of tension. Nobody really knew what to expect, so they were just doing what was beaten into our DNA, they adapted and moved on.

Twenty minutes went by then a large man in a black suit and tie addressed everyone, asking us to take a seat and that we would begin shortly. I sighed and dropped my bag on the floor then took the closest seat next to me. I wasn't big on social interactions with strangers, if these people were going to be working with me I would get to know them in time but for right now keeping to myself seemed to be the smart way to go.

For the first time since arriving I kind of wished Bryce was here going through this training with me. It would have been nice to know somebody so I wouldn't feel like such a recluse. Bryce had been given orders to report to Langley for his training. Lucky Bastard.

To my left I noticed a woman with light brown hair and pretty blue eyes clutching onto her bag for dear life. She seemed just as out of place in the social arena as I was, might as well be polite.

"Hello, I'm Chuck." I said sticking my hand out for her to shake in what I hoped was a friendly gesture.

The woman next to me jumped a little bit, startled like she just noticed someone was sitting next to her. She turned her body towards me and I couldn't help but take her in. She was skinny as a twig with a very alert expression.

Geez paranoid much lady?

Just as I was about to retract my hand and deal with the awkward sense of rejection, she surprised me by taking it and giving it a firm shake.

"Walker…Sarah Walker." She said softly. Her cheeks turning a light shade of pink before she ducked her head down to hide it.

I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little bit. This woman was like a shy little girl on her first day of school and scared out of her mind. I all of a sudden felt a strong urge to protect her; she had a innocents about her that I was immediately drawn to.

"Well Walker…Sarah Walker. Are you rehearsing that for your James Bond introductions?" I laughed, and then kicked myself. Could you sound more gay Chuck?

"Sorry, I'm really bad with lame jokes." I tried to cover but she wasn't even paying attention to me anymore.

'Good job Chuck, first person you try to make friends with and you look like an idiot. Last chance before I give up and go jump into a very deep hole.'

"So…Did you just graduate too? What school did you go to?"

Please answer….

"I went to Georgetown." She replied shortly. Hey I didn't care, it was a reply.

"Wow, that's an amazing school. So you're from the east coast? Looks like we're both a long way from home, I just graduated from Stanford."

She just nodded in response. Damn what do I have to do to get this woman to speak to me? Maybe now really isn't the right time. I should just tuck my tail and run like hell.

"Look, I'm sorry if I am bothering you, I promise that I will stop. I just thought it would be nice to know someone, we are both going to be dealing with a lot and it's nice to have someone to talk to." I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair pulling on it slightly.

"I'm sorry." Came a voice that was spoken so lightly I wasn't sure if I really heard it or not.

As I looked up at her she was staring straight at me. Her big blue eyes filled with so much emotion I had a hard time telling which one was what.

"I'm sorry; I really don't mean to be rude. I'm just not use to people talking to me, I kind of keep to myself." She tried to explain.

"Hey, it's ok. I understand, like I said I'm just about as socially awkward as they come but I would like to be your friend if that's ok?" I offered her one of my big Bartowski smiles and was pleased to see that she smiled to.

"Thank you, I would like that." She said with a smile.

I was beaming. I may not have won the war, but the battles were looking less hazardous.

We shared a small laugh when an important looking man cleared his throat and got everyone's attention.

"Good afternoon,

I am Assistant Director Graham and I would like to welcome you to our newest training operation Project Omaha. For the next few months you will be trained just like any other CIA agent in the field. Some of you will have more training than others. There are two teams, one will be receiving advanced combat and tactical weapons training and the second will be working with our latest data processing and image decoder system. If at any point the training becomes too great or we feel that you do not process the necessary skills to help aide us, you will be terminated from the project.

The CIA has invested a lot of time and tax payer dollars into this operation, you will soon find out just how important your position here is. I highly suggest you demonstrate nothing but to best of your abilities. Your family, friends and country are counting on you to protect them.

Now if there aren't any questions please separate into your proper groups and good luck."

"Well that was a great pep talk." I commented aloud to myself.

I heard a small chuckle from next to me and saw Sarah smiling. She really did have a pretty smile; I will try to make her do that as often as I could.

"So…shall we head over to group two?" I asked turning my body towards the group heading to their directed area.

"Oh..ummm sorry. I'm in group one. I guess I will see you around though…maybe?" She said hesitantly.

Group one? No, not group one, that's the advanced combat and weapons training. She would never survive; they will swallow her whole then spit her back out. Ok maybe that a little too overdramatic.

"Group one? Wow...are you sure that's where your suppose to go? Maybe they have you mixed up or something." I tried to reason.

"Listen…Chuck was it? I am a lot stronger and a lot more capable of being in that group than I may look. Just because I am a female doesn't mean I can't handle myself in a combat situation." She chides.

Oh I think I hit a nerve.

"NO!" I said a little too loudly drawing attention to myself. "I'm sorry. I mean no, I didn't mean that I didn't think you could do it cause you're a woman, I just…didn't really see you going off into dangerous situations like that. It made me feel weird thinking about you doing that." I confessed honestly.

Sarah just stared back at me looking a little surprised that I would care what happened to her. But we where interrupted when the Assistant Director guy came up to us.

"Ah Sarah, nice to see you here. I have no doubt that you will be a valuable asset to us. Have you been keeping up with your skills since the last time we saw each other?"

Ok, I guess she has friends in high places.

"Yes Sir I have." She replied shortly, looking a little uncomfortable. I guess their last meeting might have been a tad awkward.

"Hi Sir. My name is Chuck, Chuck Bartowski." I introduced myself to relieve some of the built up tension that suddenly surrounded us.

The man looked over at me then gave me a firm hand shake.

"Ah yes, Mr. Bartowski. I have heard many great things from Professor Fleming about you. I have a feeling that we will be seeing a lot of each other."

I gulped.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing Sir?" I asked nervously.

"Oh it's very good Mr. Bartowski. This project is going to need someone with your capabilities to accomplish what we need to get done. Just like your friend Sarah here we look forward to seeing you two do very well here. Now if you will excuse me, I have a video conference with Washington to get to."

After he left I felt highly overwhelmed. The fact that the Assistant Director of the CIA knew me by name was surprising and adding to the fact that they were looking at me to excel in my training here. I hope I don't let anyone down, I would hate to go home looking like a loser and have to work as a computer repair geek or something.

I looked up at Sarah one more time before we went our separate ways.

"Well, it was nice to meet you and I hope we get to see each other again. I would like to get to know Sarah Walker a little bit better." I said with a shy smile.

"It was nice to meet you to Chuck Bartowski, and I hope we meet again as well." She said shaking my hand again. This time it took in how smooth her skin was against mine and the tiny shocks that went through my body. I reluctantly released her hand and we made our way to our separate groups.

Oh yes, we will see each other again. I would make sure of it.

So how did you like their first meeting? I wanted him to meet her before she transforms into Sarah Walker super spy. And I made Graham Assistant Director since he would have to work his way into being Director over the years.

Let me know what you think.