Well I am glad I didn't lose anybody with the Assistant Directors speech. I had to re-read the thing over and over again to make sure it made sense and wasn't to repetitive. It's kind of sad when the words that come out of your head and mouth don't make any sense. Oh well.

Ok, by popular demand. Sarah's POV.

Now with her I am going to start when she was sitting outside Graham's office before being called in and introduced to Chuck as his partner. While waiting she flashes back on her SR year of high school. Obviously that is where she met Graham and a lot of things in her life changed. I will get into a little bit of college then on to Omaha.

This will be OOC since we really don't know what happened to Sarah after high school or during her training so it's my interpretation of said events.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

October 3, 2002

I was called into Assistant Director Graham's office today. My instructors told me that it was for evaluation and possible re-assignment. That would make a lot of the men in my training class happy if that were the case. They didn't like being outdone by a woman in self-defense, marksmanship and tactical weapons training.

Too bad…so sad.

I have been training for this for a long time. Only little tid bits though, throughout college I dabbled in the training the campus CIA recruiters offered now it's on a much larger scale. I was already efficient with knives, my father taught me well and I could hit any target with a dagger or knife.

I remember the day I almost hit Graham, it was one of the worst days of my life.

Flashback

San Diego Ca, April 22, 1998

It wasn't all a bad day, I remember driving home in my VW Rabbit with the top down and sun shining. School hadn't been to bad that day; I was constantly made fun of for how I dressed and carrying around my violin. Apparently it wasn't cool to play an instrument but it was cool to wear a to short skirt and jump around acting like an airhead.

When I made it back to my house the driveway was filled with cars, and there were men with ATF jackets on. The only thing I could think of was what idiotic thing my father had done now. We made our living off conning people that had money into investing in some hair brain scheme that sounded good at the time. My father always told me it was all just a big game and the people had more than enough money to spare.

My heart sank when I saw my father escorted out of our house in handcuffs. The police put him in the back of the squad car and drove off. I didn't want to stick around in case someone noticed me and took me in as well so I drove to a safe location my dad and I had. We had one in every place we went.

I ran as fast as I could to the familiar tree then dropped to my knees to clear away the dirt and debris. When I found the bag I quickly pulled out my knife and opened the box inside and found at least half a million dollars in cash and a note from my father saying,

In case of an Emergency, I love you

Daddy.

I wanted to be strong but I couldn't stop the tears from falling from my eyes. What was I going to do now? I was eighteen; I was a legal adult in the eyes of the law and had no one in my life. I didn't have friends or any family that I was aware of, I was alone.

Off in the distance I heard some twigs break and I knew I wasn't alone, as they got closer I waited till they were only a couple of feet away then struck. I took my small knife and threw it in the direction of the noise.

Only then did I notice the man dressed in a nice suit standing next to the tree where I threw the knife. He looked at it then back at me with shock in his eyes. The shock quickly disappeared and he pulled my knife out of the try.

"Nice toss."

"Who are you?" I questioned

He played with the knife and walked closer to me.

"I'm the man that put your father in prison." He replied walking closer still.

He was getting to close for comfort so I grabbed the box of money and backed away from him.

"The question is, who are you?" he asked before going through the list of names I went by and the places I've been. Who the hell was this guy?

"Listen your father scammed some pretty dangerous people. I saved his life by putting him in jail." He explained.

"Well don't expect a thank you note." I chide.

"I can save your life to." He said calmly.

I didn't know what to do. I was alone with no one, absolutely no one, I had no other options. I stuck my hands out waiting for this man to slap some cuffs on me and take me away just like my father. I was surprised when he shook his head no.

"No, not that way. Your dad trained you pretty well; the CIA can do you even better." He said.

The CIA? What the hell was I going to do in the CIA?

"You like names so much, what do you think about Sarah Walker?" He asked as he handed my knife back to me.

I was out of options anyway. I could do what this man says and have a possible future or take my chances on my own. I didn't like my chances on my own so I agreed to join the CIA.

The man introduced himself as Graham that was it, no first name. We continued to talk about my future and what I needed to do. I was only weeks away from graduating high school, he said he would talk to the school and see if I could take my finals early and get my diploma. That was fine by me, I didn't care about anyone there and they all teased and ridiculed me about my father going to prison.

I only went to school for another week then I was done. I passed all my finals and the principal handed me my certificate of completion and that was it for high school. Graham was there and told me to pack my bags. When I asked where we were going he informed me that the CIA had set me up with an apartment and enrolled me in classes and Georgetown University. I had my braces taken off and the money my father had left me was set up in a bank account under the name of Sarah Walker so it wouldn't be traced to Jennie Burton or any of my other aliases.

Over the next few years I went to my college classes which were mostly picked out by the CIA. Foreign policies and, criminal justice classes like that. I also took foreign language classes because Graham said there was a good chance I would be traveling around the world. So by the time I graduated college I spoke fluent Polish, Swedish, German, Russian, French and was working on Chinese.

I still didn't have too many friends in college. I was too busy focusing on my future with the CIA to care about friends. Graham said they would become a liability anyway so I shouldn't bother. I didn't mind being alone, after my dad was put in prison I made a vow to focus on myself and right now getting through college was my main priority.

In the evenings I found my way to the universities track located not far from my apartment. I was running up to eight miles a day, one to stay in shape and two to clear my head. I would get lost in my running, I would be so completely focused on it I would forget what time it was till I stopped and saw how dark it had gotten.

Some extracurricular activities that I liked during college were my self-defense classes. Granted they were just basic defense moves but there still nice to know. I knew a few moves from my father and knew the CIA would teach me more in-depth skills but like I said I like to be prepared.

I was never teased like I was back in high school. I think that's because everyone had the same goal as I did, make it through and everything will turn out fine. During one of my classes the professor instructed us to partake in people watching; you know study their habits and see if you can find trends. So I did that for a few weeks, there was a group of girls that lived in the same apartment complex as I did. They were pretty and popular with the males, so I studied them for a while. A week later I had a twenty page report on the trends I caught on to and body language.

I think it was during that assignment when I figured out that if I was going to do the things the CIA wanted me to do I was going to have to change. So I started with my clothes, I am a skinny girl so I thought I would show it a little more and bought some more form fitting jeans, next was the more reveling tops, then came the hair and makeup.

Most girls my age had help from their mothers learning how to do this, well not me. My mother skipped out on me and my father a long time ago so I had to fend for myself. I think it took me at least ten times to figure out how to properly apply my makeup and few time to properly straighten my hair. I'm glad the CIA didn't sign me up for beauty school.

Money was never an issue. I was thankful for the apartment the CIA rented for me; my tuition was also courtesy of the CIA. The only thing I had to pay for was basic necessities, food, clothes and whatnot. Most of my time was spent at school or at home studying so I didn't need a car, I bought a scooter to get from here to there on campus. It seems that was the way to travel there cause everyone had them.

After my little transformation I noticed that the males around school were paying a little bit more attention to me. I just ignored them, they were a distraction that I didn't need and could possibly screw everything up for me. I've never had a boyfriend, my first kiss was when I was seven and it was on a dare so it doesn't really count. I have never been with a man, it's not like I was waiting for marriage or anything it was just that men didn't find me appealing till now and right now isn't the time for me to do anything about it.

Graduation was no big deal; I earned my bachelors degree in Criminal Justice and minored in a lot of things. If the CIA was giving me a full ride I was going to take advantage of it. I said congratulations to the very few people I conversated with over the years. I wasn't sad to be leaving or seeing anyone go. I was ready for the next step.

June 2, 2002

I arrived in Omaha as instructed and was escorted to an unmarked crown vic. The drive was about an hour and a half and when we reached the military compound I noticed it was in the middle of nowhere. I guess it was to be expected, I really didn't think they would train us where a casual observer could watch.

After grabbing my bag from the trunk I was escorted into a large conference room. The room was filled with people, all trying to make friends in this place. I decided to keep to myself like Graham said they could become a liability. Trust was another issue I had a hard time with, it takes a lot for me to fully trust someone and now that I have entered the world where lying is an art form I trusted no one.

I sat down in the seat closest to me clutching my bag tightly as if it were my safety net. I started to think of what my dad would say if he knew what I was doing right now. Would he be proud of what I have accomplished and what my intentions are? Or would he be upset that I was working for the government?

Either way it didn't matter, I was proud of myself and there wasn't anything anyone could do to bring me down.

I nearly jumped out of my chair when someone sat down next to me and started speaking. People didn't usually come up and talk to me so this was very odd. He seemed nice enough, kind of cute and shy. I saw he was growing uncomfortable and noticed I hadn't said anything back to him or shook his hand. Before he could take it away I thrusted my hand out and grabbed his introducing myself as Walker…Sarah Walker. He then proceeded to make some lame joke about a James Bond introduction, I just ignored it I wasn't about to be made fun of.

It was silent for a few minutes then he turned to me and apologized saying he was bad at making jokes. Then he proceeded to ask me questions about what college I went to and idle chit chat. I just gave him short answers trying to avoid a full blown conversation. He must have finally caught on cause he apologized again and this time I felt bad for the way I was treating him. He really was just trying to be nice and didn't deserve to be treated badly.

After I said I was sorry and explaining that I wasn't use to people coming up and talking to me he accepted it and smiled at me. He really was a good looking man; maybe if things were different I would find someone like that.

My thoughts about that were interrupted when I saw Graham up at the podium addressing the crowd. He introduced himself as the Assistant Director of the CIA and I wanted to swallow my tongue or something. He never told me he was that important, he just gave me a name and that was it. Dear God, what have I gotten into?

After He was done making his little speech the man next to me asked if I was ready to head over to group two. I felt bad when I told him that I wasn't in that group but in the first one. The man had a weird expression on his face then went on a tiny rant about how they must have had me mixed up or something. That just seemed to piss me off, why didn't men think woman could handle themselves in combat situations?

After I argued my point he simply backtrack and said he didn't think I wasn't capable he was just worried about me. I was taken back when he said this. I've never had anyone other than my father really care about what happens to me. It was sweet.

We were about to break apart when Graham approached us and started talking to me. He asked if I had been keeping up with my skills and I told him I was. I felt slightly awkward knowing he was the Assistant Director.

Chuck, the sweet man that had been talking to me must have sensed my mood and jumped in introducing himself to Graham.

It surprised me a little to see that he also knew who Chuck was and said he would be seeing a lot of him in the future. Hmmm I wonder what for?

I was pulled out of my thinking when they made a final call to go to your groups. I said goodbye to Chuck and Graham and made my way over to group one. I looked back over and watched Chuck leave with his group and hoped we would see each other again.

Back to October 3rd

The door to the director's office opened and Graham motioned for me to come inside. Upon entering the office I saw the man I was thinking about not even a minute ago.

"Mr. Bartowski, meet your new partner." Graham said.

Partner?

Ok there was Sarah's POV. I will be switching back and forth between the two but it will mostly be Chuck's POV.

Don't be mad cause I didn't make it into Sarah's training. I will. It will all work itself out in the next chapter so chill.

Thanks again for reading.