A/N: So how about that finale? I personally thought it was amazing! Anyway, so this is another introductory chapter about Sarah and Chuck's new lives. There are some flashbacks, and well…just read it. Haha. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING! Reviews are awesome! Just like the finale…

Oh, once again, I don't own anything except seasons 1 and 2 on DVD.

Castle, 19 Hours Later

A beeping noise emitted from the main monitor inside the Castle base as General Beckman appeared on the screen, wearing her usual stern expression. Without preamble, the general spoke to the group of agents for what Sarah believed to be the last time.

"Colonel Casey, Agent Forrest," said Beckman. "Unfortunately, we were too late to stop the shipment of the Ring's weapons orders. It seems that the Ring is now in possession of bunker busting missiles, and intelligence believes that they will be targeting CIA bunker facilities spread across the nation. Thankfully, we now have time to evacuate the teams before the Ring decides to act."

"Why would they be targeting CIA bunkers?" asked Morgan.

"Because, numb nuts, we have a lot of intelligence on them," replied Casey.

"Thank you, Colonel," Beckman said to Casey. She turned her attention to Sarah. "Agent Walker."

"Yes, General?"

"I received your letter of resignation, and I must ask, are you certain that you want to quit the agency?"

"I'm sure, ma'am," replied Sarah, taking Chuck's hand.

"I suppose the same goes for you, Agent Bartowski?"

"Yes, General," said Chuck, smiling at Sarah. "I mean, there's really not much I can do now that I have the Intersect out of my head, is there?"

"In fact, there is something that you can do," said Beckman. "Both you and Agent Walker."

Sarah and Chuck both exchanged looks. They had both agreed that no matter what, they were done with the agency, both ready and wanting to live a normal life.

"It's a fairly simple request," continued Beckman. "Firstly, your aliases, Charles Carmichael and Sarah Walker are dead for both of your protection. Everyone already believes that Agents Carmichael and Walker died while out on a mission in Paraguay. Starting today, you both have your identities back. Chuck, you'll simply be known as Charles Irving Bartowski, with a degree in science and engineering from Stanford. Sarah, you will be known as Samantha Lisa Reynolds, with a degree in…literature…from Harvard."

"Literature? Really?" teased Chuck.

"What? I like to read…in the back of my mind, I always wanted to be a teacher…" Sarah replied shyly.

"The request is," Beckman interjected. "we would like you two to help the new Intersect team."

"General…we no longer want to be out in the field…" said Sarah.

"You won't be, Ms. Reynolds," said Beckman, leaving Sarah feeling a little strange at being called by her real name. "We want you to be the deputy director of the new Intersect team. You will brief the new Intersect team with new mission information, and you will also run their missions. We are currently constructing a new base of operations in LA. If you want the job, it's yours for the taking, Ms. Reynolds.

"As for Mr. Bartowski," continued Beckman to Chuck. "For the past three months, we have been issuing out the same image based encoding test that you took in Stanford. I believe that you received a 98% on that exam?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied Chuck.

"We tested over 400 agents, and the highest scorer was an agent named Daniel Shaw," explained Beckman. "He received an 84% on his test."

"Good for him…" mumbled Chuck still not sure why any of this should matter to him.

"While Agent Shaw should be able to download the Intersect into his head, we believe that he will have trouble…comprehending his flashes," said Beckman. "If you choose to assist us, you will be the head analyst of this operation. You will also help Agent Shaw interpret his flashes. Essentially you would be training him."

Sarah glanced at Chuck who looked lost in thought. "May we have a couple of days to think it over, ma'am?"

The general nodded.

"Effective immediately, Operation Bartowski is now terminated," said Beckman. "Colonel, please give Mr. Bartowski and Ms. Reynolds their final documents. Afterward, send all intel you have on the Ring to Langley, and abandon Castle. Mr. Bartowski, Ms. Reynolds, your government thanks you for your years of service. I hope to be working with the two of you again."

Before Beckman signed off, Sarah spoke, "General? I have one request."

"Yes, Ms. Reynolds?"

"If it's possible, I would like to keep my cover name," said Sarah. "It's just that…I feel more like a Sarah…"

"Well," said Beckman, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I suppose we can change your birth certificate to say Sarah Lisa Reynolds, but for your protection, I cannot allow you to keep Walker as your last name."

"Understood, general," nodded Sarah. "Thank you."

"We'll be sending the two of you your proper identifications later this week," Beckman gave one final nod, but before she signed off, Morgan spoke.

"General, if you're going to be torching Castle, um…can I have the TV?" asked Morgan. "I mean, it's a 52 inch plasma, and it breaks my heart knowing that it's going to be destroyed…"

With a sigh, Beckman said, "Fine, Mr. Grimes," and signed off, leaving Morgan to fist pump the air.

"Looks like the two of you have a lot to think about," said Casey, as Sarah and Chuck exchanged dumbfounded looks. He tossed over two manila envelopes to them. "Those are your pay packets."

"Thank you, Casey," said Sarah, looking around Castle. "Do you guys need help with anything…?"

"No thanks," replied Casey, getting up out of his seat. "I think we can take things from here."

"Right," said Chuck, standing up to his feet. He held a hand out to Casey. "Well, Casey…it's been a pleasure working with you, big guy."

"You weren't so bad yourself, Bartowski," said Casey, shaking Chuck's hand. "Take care of Sarah and yourself, kid."

"I will," Chuck promised, flashing a warm smile at Sarah. Awkwardly, Sarah reached up to embrace Casey in a hug. The big man seemed taken aback by it.

"Thanks for always watching my back," smiled Sarah. "You were an excellent partner."

"You weren't so bad yourself," grunted Casey, fixing his collar. "Well, hopefully we'll work together again."

"You do know that if I take the job, I'll be your boss, right?" teased Sarah. Casey shrugged.

"It could be worse," Casey chuckled. "Well, you two take care of yourselves."

Casa Walkertowski

Apart from a few short sentences, Sarah and Chuck haven't said too much to each other. As Sarah gathered together ingredients for their dinner, Chuck immediately began to mince cloves of garlic.

Sarah laid a layer of lasagna noodles in the baking pan over the meat sauce, added another layer of sauce over the noodles, and another layer of noodles over the sauce. She repeated this process until the pan was full, and popped the pan into the oven. It was proving to be a very stressful day for her.

First, she had the great idea to invite over Chuck's family for dinner so that they can tell Chuck's family the truth about everything. Smooth move, Ex-Lax, she thought. You should have just made a reservation at a restaurant. But deep down, Sarah knew this was the right thing to do. Now that Ellie knew that Sarah used to be an agent in the CIA, Sarah felt like she should show Ellie how she truly feels about Chuck. There's also the fact that Stephen Bartowski will be coming for dinner as well, and Sarah's positive that he's very unhappy with her. So this dinner needs to be perfect. She needs to show them that she really does deserve Chuck, and that she really is in love with him.

Secondly, why did Beckman have to offer her that damn job as deputy director? After hours and hours of discussing with Chuck about their new, normal lives, and how they were ready to be away from all this…spy crap, Beckman just had to offer her a job.

To be honest, Sarah wanted the job. Actually, there were a number of things Sarah wanted. Unfortunately, the things she wanted all contradicted each other. She wanted a normal life for her and Chuck; a nine to five job, coming home and relaxing, naïve to all the true dangers out in the world, and starting a family. She also felt that she hadn't fulfilled her duty. The Ring was still out there, growing in power every day. How could she live the normal life that she so desired knowing that the rogue group was out there?

"Hey," said Chuck, snapping Sarah out of her thoughts. She turned, and saw him placing garlic bread into the oven, and wiping his hands off on his apron. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," replied Sarah.

"No, you're not…" sighed Chuck. "We should talk."

Nodding, Sarah took Chuck's outstretched hand, and followed him into their living room. As they sat on the couch, Chuck wrapped his arm around Sarah, pulling her close to him, and placed a kiss to her head. It was at that moment that she knew what was going to happen. She didn't want it to, but honestly, there was no other choice for them…

"So what do you want to do?" he asked softly.

"I want to tonight to go well," she replied, avoiding the inevitable. She just wanted one more moment of normalcy before the two of them were thrust back into the world of rogue agents and danger.

"You know what I meant."

"Yeah, I know what you meant," nodded Sarah, breathing in Chuck. "Chuck?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you already know what we need to do…"

"I do," said Chuck, sighing. "I don't know if we can try to move on, knowing that the Ring is out there…not knowing whether our friends are safe or not. I know that you can't either."

"Yeah," agreed Sarah. "Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"When we finally take out the Ring, no matter what, we'll leave the agency together? Finally start living a normal life?"

"Of course," said Chuck. "I'd say that you, of all people, deserve some normalcy…"

Shifting, Sarah turned to stare into Chuck's eyes.

"So do you want me to call Beckman?" asked Chuck, smiling down at Sarah.

Chuck reached for his laptop, resting on the coffee table, and typed in the code to call Beckman. Within seconds, they saw her peering up in surprise.

"I didn't expect you two so soon," she said. "So do you have an answer for me?"

"Yes, General," replied Sarah. "We agreed to help under one condition."

"What's that?"

"When the Ring has finally fallen, Chuck and I want no more to do with the agency," said Sarah.

"Fair enough," nodded Beckman. "Is that all?"

"Yes, ma'am," they said in unison.

"Very well. The CIA will begin setting up your new base of operation tomorrow morning. Your team members will consist of Colonel Casey, Agent Forrest, Mr. Grimes, and Agent Shaw," Beckman informed. "Mr. Bartowski, next Monday, I would like for you to report to the Los Angeles CIA facility for Agent Shaw's download. Starting tomorrow, you will be the only person to gain access to the Intersect 3.0 computer."

"Uh…may I ask why?" asked Chuck.

"You're the only person that I can think of who won't use the Intersect for personal gain," said Beckman simply. "You, and the newly appointed Deputy Director Reynolds," Beckman nodded to Sarah, "and I are to be the only ones to know this. If word gets out, you will most likely have a bull's eye painted on your back."

"Isn't there anyone else?" asked Sarah, feeling worried for Chuck's safety.

"While there are other people, I don't trust anyone with this responsibility as much as I trust Chuck. I assure the two of you that Chuck will be safe," replied Beckman. "Do you accept, Chuck?"

Chuck gave Sarah a hard look, and he turned back to Beckman, "Yes, ma'am. I accept."

"Excellent," Beckman nodded. "I'll be contacting you in two days. Until then, enjoy your time off."

"Thank you, General," they said, watching as Beckman signed off. As soon as the small woman disappeared from the monitor, Sarah turned to Chuck.

"Don't you think that you and I should have discussed the part about you being the only person who can access the Intersect?" she asked, feeling slightly annoyed by Chuck's automatic acceptance.

"What's there to discuss?" asked Chuck, shrugging. "The only people that know that I can access it are you, Beckman, and me. I trust that you won't tell anyone, and the same goes for Beckman. She may be harsh from time to time, but I know that she'd never sell me out."

"Fine," huffed Sarah. "But next time something like this comes up, promise me that we'll discuss it first? We're engaged now…"

"I promise," he smiled widely, kissing Sarah. "Hey, quick question, do you know anything about this Shaw guy?"

"He was the one who discovered the Ring," replied Sarah. "You don't remember that?"

"What?"

"After you downloaded the 2.0, Beckman explained to us about the Ring, and how some guy named Daniel Shaw discovered them…"

"I was pretty out of it that night," Chuck remembered. "And extremely sore…"

Sarah laughed.

"Well, I'm sure this guy's pretty hardcore," she said. "Discovering a rogue operation isn't an easy feat…"

Paris, France

March 12, 2005

A tall man with short, dark brown hair, heavy brows, and brown eyes, paced up and down a dark alleyway. Even a blind man would be able to tell that this man was anxious, nervous, possibly frightened, as he nervously paced about, breathing heavily around the alleyway.

The truth is, Daniel Shaw was scared. Fear was uncommon for a man like Shaw, a fifth year agent of the CIA; he was one of the best. Having never failed a mission, Shaw had the best track record of any CIA agent. But this…this was something unexpected…unknowable.

"Daniel?" a voice called from behind him. Shaw quickly turned upon hearing his wife, Evelyn's, voice, and rushed over to her, embracing her in a hug as if it had been years since he had seen her.

Six months ago, the Shaw's discovered suspicious activity from many of the people in the CIA. Slowly, their trust in the agency diminished, and they began their own operation to uncover what exactly was going on. They discovered that a handful of agents, analysts, and scientists were a part of a rogue group known as the Ring. Shortly after, Evelyn was recruited by them. And she joined, willingly, as a double agent, to find out exactly who they could trust in the CIA, and to find out what the Ring's motives were. It was quite possibly the most dangerous operation that Shaw had ever been a part of, for there was no one in the agency that could be trusted. No one in the agency knew what they were doing…

"Eve…" breathed Shaw.

"It's over, Daniel," said Evelyn, beaming up at her husband. "I've downloaded all of the Ring's intel…"

"Where is it?"

"I had to leave it in my office. There were too many operatives still in the building when I left. I locked it all in the lock box."

"Good," said Shaw. "Director Graham…is he involved with them?"

"No," she replied. "He's not. We need to report to him. After that, we can finally leave the agency…start a normal life."

Shaw beamed down at his wife, and pecked her lips with his own. "I can't wait," he smiled.

"Me neither…we can finally start a family without the agency getting in the way…"

"We need to celebrate," said Shaw, nodding. "You go back to the hotel, and report to Graham, and I'll go grab a bottle of wine, and meet up with you."

"Sounds good," smiled Evelyn. "Daniel, I love you."

"I love you too, Eve."

Evelyn stood up on her toes, and pulled Shaw down into a passionate kiss.

"I'll see you soon," she smiled, as she turned to walk out of the alleyway.

"Eve!" Daniel called. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

As Evelyn turned, she saw Shaw holding up a silver charm bracelet.

"Daniel, where did you get that?"

"It was my grandmother's. I meant to give it to you earlier, but we were constantly out in the field," explained Shaw. "I also meant to fix the clasp; it comes loose sometimes, but…I just want you to have this."

Shaw clasped the bracelet around Evelyn's wrist, and smiled at her.

"I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

Casa Walkertowski

Dinner was quiet. Sarah knew that Chuck's family was most likely unhappy with her and Chuck for keeping them in the dark. But politely, they ate their food in silence, except for the occasional compliment regarding Sarah's lasagna.

"I feel that I should apologize," said Sarah, placing her fork down on her plate. "I'm sorry that we had to keep Chuck's spy life a secret…"

"I'm sorry too," Chuck quickly said, looking at Ellie. "Ellie, believe me, there was nothing I wanted more than to tell you about everything, but I had to protect you…"

"I know, Chuck," smiled Ellie. "It's just…it's hard to process. I mean, you've given up on your kung fu in the third grade, and then, years later, I find out that you've been kung fu'ing terrorists and rogues…that's a lot to process. No offense, but you've always been kind of…let's just say that you were always way too nice to hit people."

Chuck laughed. "Yeah…"

"Why didn't you tell me that you uploaded the 2.0?" asked Mr. Bartowski. "I tried so hard to get the first one out of your head…"

"I know, Dad, and I'm sorry I never told you," sighed Chuck. "But you have to understand that it was my choice to upload the 2.0…I wanted to help people, Dad."

Mr. Bartowski remained silent, staring down at his empty plate, as if he were deep in thought.

"I know, son," smiled Mr. Bartowski. "You downloaded the 2.0 for the same reason I created the original; to help people. And for that, I'm very proud of you."

Sarah smiled over proudly at Chuck, and took his hand.

"So it's all over now?" asked Ellie. "You guys aren't spies anymore?"

"We're not spies, Ellie," replied Chuck, giving Sarah a pointed look.

"But…it's not over," said Sarah softly. Ellie looked confused.

"Ellie, Dad, Devon," began Chuck, taking a deep breath. "Sarah and I don't want to keep anymore secrets from you guys, but what we're about to tell you can't leave this room, do you understand?"

"Charles…" began Mr. Bartowski. "Sarah, you two have done more than enough for this country. You don't need to do anything more."

"Mr. Bartowski, I assure you that Chuck and I are no longer spies, but we're still going to be a part of the new Intersect project," said Sarah.

"You guys," Chuck said, looking around the members of his family. "I assure you that Sarah and I won't become spies again. We won't be going out on field missions or anything of the sort."

"Then what will you be doing?"

"I'm going to be the deputy director of the new Intersect project," said Sarah. "I'll be running the missions, and making sure everything goes according to plan. And Chuck is going to be the head analyst of the team. He'll also be training the new human Intersect. Basically, teaching him how to understand the flashes. We'll be working together in a base…no one will know of our pasts as spies, or any of the previous missions we've been on. We'll be safe."

"Are you two fighting against the Ring?" asked Mr. Bartowski, as Ellie just looked baffled, confused by all of this.

"How do you know about them?" asked Chuck.

"Charles, there really isn't much that gets past me," replied Mr. Bartowski. "They're extremely dangerous. No one is safe from them."

"Dad, we know all about the Ring," said Chuck. "We know what they're capable of, and that's why we want to help take them down. After we do, Sarah and I both agreed that we're done with this business. We want to live normal lives. But how can we do that knowing that there's a group like the Ring out there, threatening the lives of nearly everyone?"

"You two are being naïve," sighed Mr. Bartowski. "Don't you understand? When you do take the Ring down, there's going to another rogue group, and another, and another! It's a vicious, never ending circle. No matter what you do, there's always going to be another threat. It's something that nobody can control!"

Sarah and Chuck sat in silence, exchanging concerned looks. What Mr. Bartowski had said was the truth. Just look at what happened with Fulcrum, Sarah thought, as soon as we took them down, the Ring appeared…

"We already contacted Beckman," said Chuck. "We told her that we're out once we stop the Ring, and I promise you, we will be. I'm going to meet the new subject in a week for his download."

"This is really what the two of you want?" asked Ellie, finally speaking up. Sarah and Chuck both nodded in response. "Then promise us something."

"Okay," said Sarah, guessing what Ellie was going to say.

"Promise us that when you guys take the Ring down, that you will both quit the agency. No matter what happens."

"We promise," they both replied.

"Believe me, Ellie," said Sarah. "There's nothing more that I want than to live a normal life with your brother. With you guys."

Ellie and Devon smiled at Sarah, while Mr. Bartowski stared concernedly at his son.

"Be careful, Charles. You too, Sarah," he said. "If the two of you need any help, any tech support, just know that I'll be here."

"You're going to stay?" asked Ellie, happily.

"I'm not going anywhere," he replied. "I've been away from my children for too long. I want to stay…that is…if you guys want me to…"

"Of course we do," smiled Chuck.

Paris, France

March 12, 2005

BANG!

It hadn't even been five minutes since he had walked away from Evelyn as the sound of the gunshot reached his ears. Suddenly, all of his spy senses kicking in, Shaw was on the alert.

"Eve…" he muttered, hoping against hope that his worst fear was not about to unfold.

Shaw sprinted down the cobbled street in the direction of the gunshot. Within two minutes, he saw the series of events unfolding before his eyes: Policemen shuffling around, some yelling in French to call for an ambulance, bright blue lights flashing, and his beloved Evelyn, lying on the ground in pain.

"Get off me!" screamed Shaw as the policemen tried to hold him back. He threw blind punches about, barely feeling his fists colliding against the men as they fell unconscious to the ground. Kneeling down, he gently lifted Evelyn's head. "It's going to be okay, Eve…" he reassured, as Evelyn coughed up blood. "Just hold on, okay? Help is on its way…"

"Dan…Daniel…" struggled Evelyn, "It….was them…"

"I know, sweetheart…I know. You're going to get through this, okay? And we'll get them back. Just hold on…please…"

"I…" she choked tearfully. "I…sorry…"

"There's nothing to be sorry for! You're going to be fine!" he whispered, as tears swelled in his eyes.

"Don't cry, Daniel…"

"Eve…please, just hang on, honey. The ambulances are coming! I hear them!"

"Daniel…promise me we'll have a normal life?"

"I do! Eve, you're going to get through this. You're going to be okay, and we'll live a normal, happy life, okay? Just hold on, baby…"

Slowly, the life in Evelyn's eyes faded away.

"God…please…don't do this, Eve! NO!" cried Shaw, as he felt heavy arms pulling him away from his wife. "Get the fuck off me!" he screamed, throwing two officers to the ground. "EVE!"

Casa Walkertowski, Chuck and Sarah's room

After desert, Chuck had mentioned the new gaming computer that he had been building to his father, and ever since then, the two men examined the computer, toying around with it as if they were children. Devon received a page from the hospital, and had to leave, leaving Sarah and Ellie sitting in her and Chuck's bedroom, talking.

"So…" Ellie smiled. "I take it that you and Chuck haven't set a date yet?"

"Not yet," Sarah chuckled.

"Have you guys at least talked about whether you want a long or short engagement?"

"Well…no…but personally, I want our engagement to be short," admitted Sarah, feeling relieved that she can finally be a hundred percent honest with Ellie. "I mean, we've been together for so long, and we've been living together for two years. I don't really see the point in having a long engagement."

By the expression on Ellie's face, Sarah could tell that she was resisting the urge to yell out in joy, and crushing Sarah's ribs with the world's largest hug. To spare Ellie from spontaneously combusting, Sarah leaned over, and hugged Ellie tightly.

"I can't even begin to explain how happy I am!" squealed Ellie, while Sarah made a mental note that if the CIA ever had to torture someone for information, all they had to do was tell Ellie some exciting news, and she'd hug them so tightly that their ribs would crack. "When do you two have to go back to work?"

"Next Monday," replied Sarah, relieved when Ellie released her from the hug.

"How about you, me, and Chuck go out to look at some churches for your ceremony tomorrow? Wait, you guys probably want a day for yourselves…how about the day after tomorrow?" asked Ellie excitedly.

Sarah giggled.

"I'll talk to Chuck about it," she replied. "But that sounds great!"

"So when did you fall for Chuck?" asked Ellie.

"It's a long story," smiled Sarah as Ellie nodded in encouragement. "But I'll try to keep it short. Chuck was my mark, and I had asked him on a date, because I was told that he was an accomplice to the man who had sent him the Intersect. In the beginning, it was just a fake date. I remember I told Chuck a story about one of my exes, how he broke my heart, and that I came with a lot of baggage. Then Chuck just blurted out, 'well, I can be your very own baggage handler…' The way he said it was so…sincere, and I remember, for a split second that…I felt safe…"

Ellie smiled warmly as Sarah continued.

"In that split second," said Sarah, "I forgot that I was a spy, and it felt so nice. That's when I fell for him."

"I can't even imagine how hard it must be to be a spy," sighed Ellie. "But I'm glad you're not a spy anymore."

"Me too," agreed Sarah. "It was a rush, and sometimes, even fun, but…it was still hard."

Cedez Le Passage

Paris, France

March 12, 2005

It was a brisk, clear night, as Sarah Walker walked along the street. Her hands were in her coat pockets, her right hand wrapped around the cold metal of her gun. Pulling photograph from out of her pocket, Sarah studied her mark once more: female, mid to late 20's, 5'6", 120 pounds, green eyes, and brunette hair.

Sarah knew that this day would come…she had heard about red tests. For the two years that Sarah had been a spy, her missions always consisted of stealing intelligence from terrorist groups. Never in her two years as a spy had she actually killed anyone. There were times when she had to fire her gun, yes, but that was mainly to clear a path for her escape route. Naively, she believed that she would never have to take her red test.

However, in the back of her mind, she knew this day would come, and she always dreaded it. The CIA taught her to be cold…to be ruthless. They taught her to clear her mind from any sort of emotion. But no matter what they taught her, Sarah knew that whenever her red test was issued, nothing could prepare her for what she would have to do.

When she turned into the street, Sarah saw her mark. The mark was there…just like Graham had told her. Noticing her mark briefly pausing, Sarah tightened her grip on her gun as she walked toward the mark. Just as she was about to pull her gun out, the mark had dropped something. It looked like a piece of jewelry…a bracelet.

Sarah couldn't just shoot her…not when she's down with her back turned. So slowing her steps slightly, Sarah continued walking. Then she saw it in a reflection on a car's side view mirror: the mark was reaching into her purse…

Without wasting time, the two women turned to face each other, but Sarah was quicker on the draw. In a split second, she pulled the trigger, and saw her mark falling back. Sarah's jaw dropped, shaky breaths of air escaping from her lips. As she took a step toward her mark, she heard sirens wailing. With no second thought, Sarah turned, and ran away as quickly as she could.

She didn't know how far she had run. Her legs screamed in protest, but she ignored them. She needed to get away; away from it all. When it came to be too much for her legs to handle, Sarah fell forward, her palms tearing as they made contact with the unforgiving gravel, and sobbed into her bloody hands.

So there's that…

I hope you guys aren't too mad that Shaw's going to be the new Intersect, but I hope you keep reading! I've been planning this story for awhile, and it is heading somewhere…

Once again, thank you for reading, and let me know what you guys think! Thanks!