Part VII. The Autobiography of a Spy

Ellie's wedding day started off well. Chuck and I had another relaxing wake-up and then he and Casey went to quit the BuyMore. During that time, I got 15 calls from Ellie asking if Chuck had picked up the rings from the jeweler. I had fought hand and hand with assassins and worked on Presidential details. Had I known that being the girlfriend of the bride's brother would be harder than both of those combined I would have never accepted Ellie's proposition of being a bridesmaid. Lie. I would have still done it; I just would have been more prepared.

After Chuck and Casey quit their jobs, I ran into them as they were walking out of the BuyMore. I was felt like a fish out of water and Chuck saved the day. I was the damsel in distress, and it felt surprisingly good.

I followed them down into Castle where we were about to have our last briefing for Operation Bartowski. I had no idea what was in store for us.


General Beckman was in rare form. She didn't seem or act like there was a giant stick up her ass. She didn't seem pleased with the previous days events but she was happy about the outcome. The NSA had the new Intersect Cube. That was good enough.

Beckman had just offered a job on the Intersect team to Chuck. "No."

Sarah's ears perked up. No? Why is he doing this, she thought.

"Very Well then Mr. Bartowski, your services are no longer required. You are done. Agent Walker, I'd like to speak to you privately."

Chuck was so sure that Sarah would quit for him, so that was why he specifically did not take the job on the new Intersect team. But after seeing Sarah's face, he knew he made the wrong move. Damn-it, he thought.

Casey and Chuck left Castle so Beckman could talk to Sarah. "Agent Walker, I am assigning you to be the Director of the new Intersect project. You have shown great skill at handling the former Intersect and as a result you will begin working with Agent Larkin who will be the new Intersect agent." She paused for a moment for Bryce to come down into Castle.

Meanwhile, Sarah didn't know what to do. She could follow her heart or her brain.

"Yes, Agent Walker you will be paired with Agent Larkin in which you both will continue to track down Fulcrum agents. I want you both out of Los Angeles by tomorrow morning. That is all." The black screen reminded Sarah where she had to be, Ellie's wedding.

Bryce interrupted the silence, "Well I guess its Walker and Larkin back together again." He looked at her. What have I missed, he thought.

Not giving a response to Bryce, which would acknowledge that she has to go back to the rat-Bastard, she sprinted up the steps hoping she hadn't missed the any part of the wedding.


Putting on the Bridesmaid dress made me feel even worse about everything. Here I stand about to take part in purest ceremonies that can take place, a wedding. Me being in the same room as the bride probably would have put a curse on the wedding. Anyways, things went downhill when I saw Chuck in his tux talking to Ellie. Our eyes met and it was like a car wreck, you couldn't look away. Thankfully Mrs. Awesome started up about Chuck being in the brides changing room and he left. I decided to run after him so I could tell him my news.

Boy was that another wrong move on my part. He told me how much he wants to be with ME, not Sarah the spy, but Sarah the girl. I needed to stop him and tell him my heart-breaking news before he finished. I knew it was something big. Marriage, probably not. Asking me to quit CIA, maybe. Moving in with him, probably. I was not expecting him to ask me if I wanted to take a vacation with him.

Oh, how I so badly wanted exactly that. Well, my heart wanted that. My brain was telling me to go back with Bryce and the CIA. Chuck finally had everything he ever wanted. He was getting his normal life back without the danger of the US government getting in the way. He had his normal life that I would never be able to fit into.

After his vacation proposal, I did what I did best. I did what the CIA would have wanted me to do. I did what my father would have told me to do. I did what Bryce would have ordered me to do. I did exactly what my heart told me not to.

I can still hear myself saying it, "Chuck, I'm leaving in the morning with Bryce. The details are classified. I'm so sorry; I wanted to wait until after the wedding to tell you." Those words tasted like poison, a poison that was slowly destroying my soul. Telling him I was leaving was like sipping venom.

Now I'm not saying that I wasn't being hurtful or mean. I know I was. But what was I supposed to do? I had my orders and I had Chuck. In my own defense, I was confused and everyone knows what weddings do to people. Nonetheless, Chuck's response, "I guess it's good for the cover then," well that just really stung. After everything we had been through, I assumed he knew that the cover was non-existent. It was Chuck and Sarah, not Chuck and fake-cover-Sarah.

That cover life ended when I began thinking like a girl again. The day my cover life ended was the night I first kissed Chuck. That kiss left me reeling; it left the sensation of his lips against mine. Now, everything was back about the cover. Fabulous.

A Bartowski event is always planned with back-up plans and routines, just in case. I'm afraid to say that Ellie's wedding needed more back-ups than we could handle. Ted Roark crashed Ellie's wedding full with his Fulcrum team of agents and weapons. He wanted the new Intersect cube and was going to kill Ellie if Chuck didn't bring the cube to him. Chuck brought Bryce back to the Church in exchange for Ellie's safety…

Now the plan seemed fine in theory, and it's exactly why it stayed a theory. Thanks to Jeff and Lester, there was a plausible cover for the wedding being canceled. Ellie wouldn't know that Chuck saved her life by ruining her first wedding.

…Roark was about to shoot Chuck when Casey and his entire team parachuted through the ceiling. Just as Chuck and I were running back to the ceremony, Ellie caught us. I was in the middle of pulling my dress back down to respectable position after having just fought off multiple Fulcrum agents. Chuck was fixing his shirt and pants. To a normal person, it would have seemed like he and I just had a 'quickie' and because Eleanor Bartowski was normal she did assume just that. She was just about to start crying when the fire sprinkler system activated because of Jeffster's 'performance'.

After clearing everybody out of the church, I rode back with Chuck and Steven Bartowski to Echo Park. I felt so horrible for being part of the reason why Ellie's wedding was ruined. I saw his eyes filled with such sorrow and guilt. He was blaming himself for the fiasco.

I never believed for one moment that I would be sitting on Chuck's bed again. It was all too surreal. So while he and his dad tried figuring out what to do, I just kept thinking about the future. The future with Chuck, the future with Bryce, the future with the CIA, the future of my life.

I remember when Chuck finally figured out how to give Ellie everything she wanted and more. His face lit up like a bulb being flashed. For a guy who wanted normal, he sure was doing "what a normal guy wouldn't do".

The task was great, but with the help of Casey's team, Chuck, Mr. Bartowski/Orion, and myself a wedding would be planned in 6 hours and it would be awesome.

A/N: Usual Disclaimers apply. The scenes from the actually show might not be exactly as they are in the show. All grammar mistakes and other mistakes are all mine. Sorry about the long time it took me to update, school is back in session. Thanks again for reading!