AN1: I have had some of this written for well over 5 years. I am a huge history buff and colonial America is probably my favorite. Meanwhile, there are some things with Chuck that I have wanted to write about. (Sorry, telling you what would be a spoiler.) I have started writing on this, but I want to make sure that I'm not the only one who would enjoy something like this. So here is the first chapter. Not very sweet, just setting the stage.

I do not own Chuck, and make no money from it.

AN1.5 Thanks to Frank, David Carner, Neil and others that have read this. Thanks for your input and support. No beta on this, however if someone wants to be I'm good with that.

Somewhere, in what is now New York State.

February 1776

A large gust of wind opened up the tent where Major John Casey laid down in his tent. Once the flap opened up, exposing the dingy canvas that faced the elements into the semi*dry environment that was inside, a thin film of water droplets followed the flap spraying the officer in the face. It caused him to the stir for the first time since he fell asleep 3 hours ago. The sound of a growl slowly escaped his lips before he talked to the young man. "Before I tear you limb from limb, why have you disturbed my slumber."

"The colonel has granted you an audience at this time.

"Captain Casey swung his legs out of the makeshift bed, which was some logs covered with a piece of wood. With the cold weather, he did not take off any clothes so he just rubbed the stubble on his face and decided it was good enough to meet another 'instant' Colonel. How this rable was going to defeat the greatest army on the planet was beyond him, but Captain Johnathan Aloicious Casey was going to do his best to keep liberty in the place he thought of as his home. "Are you ready to fight Patriot?" Casey asked.

The man stood up straight with his threadbare coat, and with a pair of shoes that were probably worn out years ago. "Captain, I can't wait till we show them how much we want to be free.

Must be right off of his farm Casey thought, but he said in a low, almost angry voice "Hazaa! Now please bring me to the Colonel."

Upon reaching the Colonels quarters Casey took off his hat ducking through the archway. Headquarters was a small one room cabin, which was the biggest building in the area. When he saw the colonel he stood straight and stomped his right foot next to his left and announced himself. "If it pleases the Colonel, I have come as you have wished Sir."

Colonel Knox was almost a foot shorter than the Captain, and was not nearly in the physical shape the professional soldier was. He smiled and in a boisterous voice said "It's always a pleasure to meet a man who fought along with General Washington against the French." Knox took a step toward the Major and continued. "When he sent me the message that he was sending you here for the task I requested assistance on, I had no idea he would send someone as legendary as you."

If the colonel was expecting a warm reception to the compliment, he was mistaken. From the scowl on the Major's face it was obvious Colonel Knox had offended the Major. "Major if I said something in error I, do apologize." Knox stood straight up, waiting for a reply from the lower ranking man.

John Casey shook his head and said and gave a slight bow, "It is I who should apologize. I should not get angry. It is not your fault that people tend to talk too..." The major stopped when all the eyes in the room were no longer looking at him. All were facing the opening to the building. When Casey turned around to see who had caused the disturbance, he saw a blond woman enter the room.

The Colonel said "Malady, what brings someone as beautiful as you to a dreadful place such as this." The woman blushed a bit and curtsied before keeping her eyes on the floor. Her plain red taffeta dress with three quarter length sleeves, with a modest square neckline and small bustle underneath looked like most any dress a non-aristocrat would wear. For a moment she looked up before saying, "Well, I was sent by my brother to go to Philadelphia to see a family friend. He got me a horse, and told me where I might find John Casey. Bryce, my brother, said that he might help me get there." Knox continued to smile and looked at the aid who brought Casey to his quarters. "Lieutenant Murphy, could you please make sure someone takes care of this lovely ladies horse?"

Once Murphy left the building, Knox once again addressed the Captain "I do apologize if I offended you sir. I should have realized that in your present business anonymity is very important."

Casey nodded, and said "As far as anyone is concerned, I am just a farmer heading back home to Philadelphia. Now I have to wonder if that is possible now.

The colonel put out his hand in a stopping gesture. "I'll speak to Murphy, but I doubt anyone else knows. As the owner of a bookstore I was able to learn quite a bit about General Washington's expedition from the last war. I was excited when I heard about you coming. Maybe next time."

He turned toward Sarah. "I know almost nothing about you Madame. Which from the Captains reaction earlier speaks well of you." Knox directed them toward his desk in the far corner of the room. Three chairs sat in front of the furniture. Once Colonel Know sat down, the two spies followed suit. General Washington wishes he could tell you of this assignment himself, unfortunately, he can't get involved." Leaning forward placing his elbows and crossed hands on the desk, and a brief glance to the left and right, the colonel continued. "We have found a plan to either kidnap or kill Abigail Adams."

The immediate reaction from the two spies was immediate. The loud grunt of disgust seemed to echo off the walls of the cabin, while his counterpart looked as if something in the room had created the ultimate offense. The Colonel sat back and a frown was all over his face as he stared at Casey and then Walker. "Look I don't understand how someone does not join our side, but we have to be civil. One day they will be living here again, unless they choose to go to England."

The Colonel looked up and took a deep breath. "Make sure you don't let my beliefs give you that attitude when you get to their farm. The Adams' had a very good friend who has left for England, and no one is a more dedicated patriot. As the friend, I shall not accept otherwise."

Knox looked to at the lady sitting next to him, turned his head and squinted his eyes. "Madame, I have a question, but I do not know how to address you."

The lady looked at him and slightly bent her head. "My name is of no consequence Colonel. I am just a women looking to get home."

Upon hearing what she said the Colonel's face brightened to a genuine smile. "I understand this, but I need to address you."

When she started to speak again Knox raised his hand and said "After the chastising I just received from our most formidable Captain here I think it would be safest just to call you Ms Smith."

When she raised her head and smiled Knox continued. "It appears that you have a question about your mission?"

"Sir, Im just curious. Why Mrs Adams?"

Thhe smile disappeared from his face. "I happen to be acquainted with both John and Abigail. As much as I think John Adams is a good Massachusetts man, his wife is an exceptional woman and makes him great. To be blunt we need as many great men as possible."

Once she heard this both John Casey and herself nodded at the colonel.

Once the both of them had acknowledged his order he continued. "Ok then, before you head to Boston you will go to this address and locate a Charles Bartoski...no Bartowski. You will find him in Philadelphia." The major mouth opened a bit as the vein in his neck bulged out. "Philadelphia, which will add at least two days to the trip."

"Captain, I am well aware of that. Unfortunately, Mrs. Adams considers herself a New England woman, and would never run from a fight. However, Bartowski has met with the Adams through Ben Franklin. Plus, he has some skills that may come in handy."

For the first time Spoke, keeping her eyes on the ground she asked in a quiet voice "skills?"

Knox smiled and said "You will find out when you get there. He is... special." He then began to get up. The other two quickly stood up, as Knox extended his hand to the Colonel and then kissed the outstretched hand of his teammate. "Well, I trust you need to be on your way. Gods speed and bonne chance."

The Road to Philly

"Ughhhhh."

Ms Jones looked over at the Captain and said "Would you stop with the bloody grunts? We've just left the camp and I am already tired of your inability to move past your constant state of frustration."

Casey looked at her and said "Sarah Walker, just cause the fopdoodle* back there thinks you're all prim and proper don't mean that you are. Remember, I know more about you then most. While you may be a woman you aint lady like."

Casey faced back toward the trail when he looked again at Sarah he stopped hos horse, and faced it toward the other rider. "You better take your hand off that knife. The fight wouldn't be worth it."

When Sarah finally did relax Casey continued. "Walker, you're an amazing operative, but you gotta get that temper in check. You'll never get what you want until you do."

She turned her horse down the trail and kept going.

"Casey, I think we need to stop before we get into town."

"Walker what now? It's getting late, and no matter how much I think this assignment is stupid, I want to head toward Boston tonight." Her companion did not say anything just looked at her and raised his eyebrow.

Sarah looked down at her feet and when Casey looked down he saw she was wearing animal skins. He looked back up and said. "I think we need to stop."

"Yeah, we do. What's with the crack about you not liking the mission?" Sarah asked while smirking and then stared at her partner.

John got off his horse and put his forehead against the horse. "Three days Walker three days of blissful silence. It's one of the great things about you. I just hope that this Bartowski bloke doesn't like to talk a lot."

*fopdoodle: idiot

AN2: One of the theories about what happened to a colony (Roanoke) that disappeared. There are reports of Indians of that era with blond hair and blue eyes. I have done quite a bit if research for this. I love talking history so send me a PM if you have any questions. Please shoot me a review if you'd like. It should get me going.