This is pretty much a first for me. Two updates in one day. Okay, so technically this is Wednesday now...Oh damn. The reviews from the first chapter, and people saying they'd like me to continue made me continue. So thank you to all of those people. Just a reminder, this chapter still takes place technically during the pilot.

I feel like I should put some sort of disclaimer...

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck. Warner Bros. Studios does which means General Electric probably does. Media conglomerates rule the world? I'm definitely not apart of that.

Chuck didn't want to wake up. He had this dream that he had wild and passionate sex with Sarah, this insanely beautiful and sexy CIA agent. If he opened his eyes, that would mean he was just in his bedroom alone, and would have to get ready for another boring day at the Buy More. That would mean it wasn't real.

Oh well.

He opened his eyes, quickly realizing he wasn't in his bedroom, and it was still dark out. Also, he wasn't alone. Beside him in the bed was a woman. A woman with a naked back to him, and her blond tendrils sprawled across the pillow beside his. It was real. He should've known better. He was a sweatpants and t-shirt kind of guy when it came to bed wear, not just boxers. The rush of everything that happened between them came back into his mind. It felt good.

Sarah, on the other hand, was already awake. She woke up rational again. How could she have had sex with the mark? It's one thing to do that with your partner...But the mark?! No worries, they'd fly to D.C. today, and get what he saw out of his head. It would be fine. She would just have to make it through the awkward morning after. The first time she and Bryce had sex, the morning after was strange. They stayed on separate sides of the bed, and ignored what happened for the rest of the day. Only until weeks later did they finally acknowledge something between them. But still, they always woke up only holding their pillows, if anything. She still had hours before that, so she tried falling back to sleep.

It was funny to look back on how the relationship (if you can even call it that) started between her and Bryce. After successfully completing a mission and still on an adrenaline high, they had sex.

Dammit.

Did her and Chuck just have sex, because it was after an adrenaline rush? Was she an adrenaline junkie? Well, to be a CIA agent, you kind of had to be. But to do that to Chuck? He didn't deserve that. He was so amazing, and nice, and sensual, and cute, not to mention surprisingly great in bed...

Before Sarah could digress in those thoughts, she felt rustling in the bed beside her. Chuck's bare back pressed against hers, and he slipped an arm under her neck. Then he covered his other arm over her, resting his hand on her abdomen, and pulled her into him. She could've freaked out with this, but she didn't. She closed her eyes again, and wasn't aware that she smiled when Chuck kissed her neck, the spot right before her neck met her shoulder. It was one of those spots that she loved getting kissed on. She never told Bryce blatantly, but hoped that it would happen. Rarely would his lips encroach there while having sex. Maybe Chuck was just lucky. And on that note...

"So are you trying to get lucky again, Mr. Bartowski?" said Sarah, putting her hand over his, and subsequently pressing his hand more firmly into her abdomen.

"I didn't know you were so formal after already having sex."

"I'm just trying to stay professional."

"World's oldest profession?"

Sarah rolled over and on top of him. His smile was wide as well as hers. The feeling she had right as she closed her eyes, right before kissing him, was complete comfortableness. Too bad he wasn't an agent too. She would be gone after getting him to D.C., probably in some classified area on a different continent. Who was she kidding? How could Chuck Bartowski ever be an agent? No knock to Chuck, but he didn't seem agent material. Then again, at least they'd be able to keep this up.

A phone call interrupted their intense make out session.

"One second," said Sarah. She kissed him one more time before reaching for her phone on the nightstand.

Still on a sexual high, Chuck, in a dashing move (if he may say so himself), rolled her over right as she grabbed the phone. Now over her, Chuck kissed her deeply again, unable to keep his hands, lips, etc. off of her. Before kissing him one more time, Sarah looked at the caller ID on her phone.

"Wait, Chuck-"

"Yeah?"

"I've got to answer this," Sarah paused before answering the phone, hoping to gain some bit of composure, "Walker."

"Agent Walker, nice to hear from you. I'm assuming you're secure?" asked Graham on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I'm here with the mark. We're just awaiting further instructions for departure."

"How is the mark taking it?"

"I'd say extremely well...given the sensitive matter of these circumstances."

Sarah smiled with that last line.

"Sensitive matter?" whispered Chuck into her ear, having being close enough to hear the question and obviously the answer.

He began kissing her neck, and grazed his hand along the side of her body. Chuck couldn't believe himself. It was as if he was having an out of body experience. He had never been this forward, this intense, this soon with a girl. Even with Jill, it was good, pretty good sometimes, but never like this. He never acted like this. Maybe it was because Sarah would probably be off in some knife fight with some evil doers in Jacarda the next day. Or maybe it was something else...Chuck couldn't put his finger on it. Instead, he put his fingers on the side of her thigh, and hiked it up.

Sarah's breathing started getting heavy, and she knew this was the beginning of the end. It's not like they were even having sex yet, but it was the anticipation that was killing her. Graham had put her on hold, and another minute of this with Chuck was going to make her hang up with her boss, the director of the CIA.

"You're going to get me in trouble."

"If I only have a few more hours with you, I don't want to waste any time."

Chuck was driving her crazy. Chuck, of all people. Even when she saw him for the first time, she was curious. Sure he was quirky, but he was tall, had big feet, and big hands. And you know what they say about that...So what? Who doesn't judge books by their covers to an extent? Though it did go much further than that. He didn't pretend to be sweet and caring. He just was. He didn't have to be Bryce Larkin; because let's be honest, he didn't have it in him. So maybe that's why she was ridiculously enthralled with Chuck. He could never end up like Bruce Larkin. He'd never get in this business, and end up dying, basically leaving her like everyone else she cared about had in her life.

She needed to hang up. By this point, Chuck had moved up to her lips, and she couldn't fight kissing him back. It'd be embarrassing to say the least if Graham chose this moment to come back on the line. Sarah let go of the phone, and it rolled on the side of the pillow.

"Agent Walker? General Stanfield has been killed," hurriedly said Graham.

"What?" asked Sarah, getting the phone, and holding it back to her ear.

"General Stanfield. He at a NATO conference in a hotel in downtown LA. There was an explosion. We don't know anything else except that there are a bunch of high ranking casualities including General Stanfield."

As soon as Graham finished his last sentence, Chuck felt his head go numb. A few seconds later, the rush of information was conceptualized. Chuck was shocked.

"Chuck. Chuck?" said Sarah. His eyes had flittered opened and closed, and he wasn't saying anything. This was definitely not the face she'd expect from him this soon.

"A Serbian demolitions expert killed him," spoke Chuck.

"What?"

"Last week, the NSA intercepted some blueprints- blueprints of a hotel in downtown LA. And then the CIA found a file on schematics of a bomb in Prague. The bomb was in the hotel."

Chuck got off the bed, and pulled his boxers up to a respected position from where they had been dragged down a bit by Sarah's legs.

Sarah pulled the sheet over her, and sat up in the bed, tuning out Graham still on the line.

"How do you know that Chuck?" said Sarah, stunned, "Were you working with Bryce?"

"No! All I did was open that damn e-mail from him! And now all this. First, yesterday during work, I saw a newscast on one of the TVs, I went numb, then I got this...This flash of information. They said Stanfield had just arrived, but I knew he got in the night before. Later I was at a Price Mart, and saw this creepy guy, and it happened again. Serbian demolitions expert. Then earlier when we were walking to the club. I knew it was the General's motorcade, but that was it until now."

Chuck took a breath after rambling all of that. He found his jeans on the floor, and started putting them on.

"So you just flashed again?"

"More or less, yeah. It just put everything together," squeakily said Chuck, while pacing around the room, trying to find his shirts. He only found the button down so far.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get dressed," said Chuck, putting on his button down, "Sarah, you've been great. Great date, great in other things. But I have to go. I'm pretty sure I'm an accomplice. I mean, I knew what was going to happen before it happened-"

"No you didn't. You said it yourself, right now you just put everything together."

"But I still had all the information. I have to go warn or at least say bye to my family or something. I'm definitely gonna be gone longer than I thought."

"Chuck, no!"

He had already rushed out of the hotel room though. As soon as he did, Chuck was pulled and pushed against the wall on the opposite side of the door. With his face pressed against the wall, Chuck assumed he was already too late. The man handcuffed him roughly, grunting angrily a couple times.

"You're coming with me," said the man.

"No, he's with me," said Sarah, appearing swiftly in the doorway, already dressed and holding a gun to Casey's head.

"Good to see you alive, Agent Walker."

"Yeah right."

"Okay, so I'll admit, two dead CIA agents in one week did sound nice."

"What?" said Chuck, completely out of the loop.

Casey kept his grasp on Chuck's wrists, then swung him around to where Sarah's gun was pointed at him. Casey began walking backwards slowly with Chuck.

"Want to take the shot, Walker? Doesn't matter if you accidentally shoot him. That's probably what they're going to do with him anyway."

"I don't know about that."

A cell phone ring interrupted the intense staring match between the two agents. Chuck just looked confused and scared. It was Casey's phone that was ringing. He answered it with one hand while keeping a vicious grasp on Chuck. After all, people only called him in case of emergencies, like if their fingers were on fire while they were dialing.

"Major Casey....Mmmhmm. Oh....OK...Five minutes? Will do, ma'am," said Casey over the course of almost a minute, then hung up the phone.

He let go of Chuck, and pushed him a bit towards Sarah.

"It seems your boss talked to my boss," repeated Casey to Sarah, "We've got a debriefing in five. You're quick, Walker."

Sarah scoffed as Chuck's heartbeat started to steady, reveling in Sarah's quickness.

"After hearing what Mr. Bartowski had said, I contacted General Beckman. We both verified the information. We have agents after the man he identified as the bomber," said Graham over the video feed on the laptop in Sarah's hotel room.

"Wait, what information? From what I saw in my head?" said Chuck, "I promise, I didn't know any of this stuff before seeing the pictures in the e-mail."

General Beckman answered, "Chuck, those pictures that you saw were encoded with secrets, government secrets. Since you saw them, you know them."

"There were thousands of them."

"Wait a minute, you're telling me all of our secrets are in his head," interrupted Casey.

"He is the computer. He's the intersect."

"So then what's next? What happens to me?"

"After talking with General Beckman, we've decided that we will let you go back to your normal life," answered Graham.

"Really?"

"With the constant protection of Major Casey and Agent Walker. They will protect you, and you will work for us. You will go with them on missions, and supply them with as much information as the computer in your head allows you to."

"What?" said Casey and Sarah at the same time.

"I really wish that I could help you, but I can't. I'm not this kind of guy," rambled Chuck, "Call Bryce. He's the guy that can save the day."

"Bryce is dead," somberly said Sarah, "He died sending those secrets to you."

"Bryce is dead?"

The General interjected, "Chuck, you're an incredibly important asset, and you're being protected because of it. There's no need to worry. When there is a mission, your handlers will guide you through it. It should be an easy adjustment. Just think, you have this unique and amazing ability to secure our national security by holding all this information in your head. We will brief again as soon as possible."

The screen went blank.

"Well, when she puts it that way," joked Chuck. He smiled, but neither Casey or Sarah did.

Casey turned towards Chuck and pointed, "This isn't a walk in the park, Chuck. The General may put it eloquently, but from now on, you'll be in a world of danger."

"What about my family, my friends?"

"You tell them nothing to keep them safe," answered Sarah.

"Great. Yesterday, I was making $11 an hour fixing computers. Now I have one in my brain, and I can't figure out why Bryce did this. Why he chose me."

"Not even like you can ask him since he's dead, right Walker?" happily said Casey to Sarah. She ignored him.

"So I can go home?"

"For now," said Casey.

"Can I talk to you first, Sarah?"

"Later, Chuck.

"Should I call you on your cell?"

"We'll talk later."

"Alright," said Chuck. He walked a few steps, but then saw his t-shirt out of the corner of his eye tangled in the comforter on the floor.

He picked it up, and turned around. Both Casey and Sarah were looking at him inquisitively.

"Okay, I'll talk to you guys later."

Chuck closed the door behind him. Casey turned back towards Sarah.

"Old habits die hard, huh Walker?"

"You can leave too. Besides, Chuck's going to need a ride."

Casey grunted, and walked up to the door to leave. As soon as he opened it, Chuck was a foot away, about to knock.

"Yeah, I'm kind of gonna need a ride."

"Fine."

They walked out the door together, and down the same hallway as before. This time was less hostile, but not for long.

"So Major Casey, how'd you get into this line of work, you know being a secret agent? What does it entail? I mean, if I'm going to be doing this job now, I kind of want to know what I'm getting into-"

"Listen to me, moron, you're not an agent. You're an asset, and I'm your handler; meaning, we're not equals."

"So Sarah is-"

"Your handler too. We're here to protect your ass in the most professional sense. This also doesn't mean we're friends."

"Got it," said Chuck, secretly wondering what he, or basically Bryce got him into. But then he remembered what else he got into...Yeah, he wanted to talk to Sarah.

Waiting around like an idiot is what Chuck did. Ellie and Morgan bombarded him as soon as he got home around 1AM, but he hugged them, possibly to alleviate any worries that last night was bad. Okay, it had it's low points, but overall Chuck felt his life changing in a good way. Well, any change in his already mundane life was good, and being with Sarah was definitely good. So he waited in his room the rest of the early morning with his phone by his side. Multiple times he grabbed his phone, ready to call, but instead dropped his phone. Maybe she'd be annoyed with that? It was an inappropriate time...Chuck laid in bed, wishing she'd magically appear, or come through the Morgan door. While intensely imagining that, he fell asleep.

Later that morning, Chuck turned in the assistant manager application with confidence, something that he hadn't had since Jill broke his heart and Bryce got him kicked out of school. The Buy More felt different. For other obvious reasons on why it was different, Casey gave him a mean smile while standing in brand new Buy More attire.

Chuck turned around to take everything in, but saw only what he truly wanted to see- Sarah.

Was it just him, or did she keep getting more beautiful, more amazing with each step towards him? Images from his own memory started pouring into his consciousness, and Chuck couldn't help but smile. Change was good. Change meant Sarah, so it had to be good.

Oh no. He glanced at the ring while she held a shopping basket. Different images started coming in, but from the damn computer in his head.

The flash of images stopped right as Sarah stopped in front of him.

"What did you want to talk about?"

Chuck gulped, "Umm...It could wait."

"You mean later?" She genuinely smiled, though knew she probably shouldn't have.

Chuck however, nervously smiled. "Mmhmm. Yeah, definitely."

She walked away, and Chuck started freaking out all over again.

What did I get myself into? Or rather who...

Again, let me know if you want me to continue. I'm always apprehensive starting a new story; because I do write for you guys, and I like to know that you guys exist. ha.