Chuck walked over to her desk, pausing to look at the various pictures of Sarah and her friends, and placed the papers down. When he looked back up, she had one eyebrow raised so he stood up straight and cleared his throat.

"M' sorry." He muffled, embarrassed that he was caught being nosy.
Sarah felt herself feeling bad for him, for Chuck, as he was innocent, clean. But soon enough, his hands would be dirty like the rest of them, from the burden of death. It would be heart wrenching, seeing that spark flicker out from him, she thought.

Seeing her uncertainty, chuck shuffled from left to right before spitting out:

"Ma'am, where shall I begin?"

"It's Sarah, Chuck, and if you don't mind will you…"

She wasn't given the chance to finish as at that very moment Bryce ran through the door, bending over at the waist with his hands on his knees before straitening to catch his breath.

"Chuck! There's a computer emergency in block 26, we need your help, even the tech geeks can't figure it out."

"What kind of computer? Like a prism express? 'Cause they have a dos override which can... oh, that makes me remember the Irene Demova virus, all the men with guilty expressions coming into the store."

"Irene Demova, the porn star?" Sarah injected.

"Yeah, she's a killer." He joked back.

"Chuck! For God's sake, man. Now, please!" Wow, thought Chuck. I haven't seen him in years and he still treats me like his dog.

"Sorry, bye Sarah." he heard the sadness in his own voice, waving as he went.

"I'll see you chuck." she countered, giving a slight wave of the hand at his turned back.

Closing the door behind them, she turned and leaned against it, shutting her
eyes and running her hands through her blond hair. Bryce had been 'pursuing'
her for a long time now, ever since she accepted his request for one date, and
he was a typical male agent; Handsome, focused, smooth-talking and an all-around
bad boy. But Chuck, he was well… Chuck. Nice, appealing both looks wise and with
his personality and Sarah had to admit that she had more feelings for him, a guy
she'd met only hours ago, than any of those agents who shamelessly flirt with her.

But, he was her personal assistant and that caused issues if she wanted a personal
relationship with him. Wait, she mused, when did I decide I wanted a personal
relationship with Chuck? God, what is with all these 'Lady feelings', normally
I'm straight-laced Sarah, kick-ass spy with a cool exterior and now, I'm what?
Sarah-who-has-illegitimate-feelings-for-her-P.A. Things weren't looking good,
not at all.

Whilst Sarah Walker was thinking over her problems, on the other side of the
building in block 26 to be exact, Chuck Bartowski was thinking over his. At that
moment he was stood in a room with 14 other tech engineers, listening to Bryce
have an argument over his phone with someone called the 'Director'. From what
he could hear, it was about Chuck himself, being able to look at the computer,
apparently it was classified and Chuck was only a 'mere assistant', he didn't have
a high clearance.

The argument stretched out over a good half an hour and when Bryce returned
from his spot in the corner where he took the phone call, he came back to see
Chuck whooping some guy's ass at Call of Duty. Sighing at the familiarity, he stood
and watched for a few seconds before getting Chuck back to the task at hand.

"Chuck. The director allowed me to let you look at the computer, only if you are taken blind-folded to the location of the computer and sign another security contract to ensure that the information isn't passed on."

"Wait, I thought the computer was one of these in this room." Chuck said.

"No, the computer we want your help with is in a secure facility, the room itself is as large as 3 football pitches and enemy agents would be able to tell if it were here."

"This computer, it sounds important?"

"That's because it is."

"Ok, then uh… what kind of computer exactly is it? Like what brand or software?"

"Sorry chuck, even I don't know that. But I can tell you its name."

This was starting to sound very spy cliché to Chuck, all the secrets and the phrases seemed a bit too much like a film script, but he was curious.

"What is it?"

"It's something that we like to call the friendship between the CIA and the NSA, Otherwise known as the Intersect computer."