A/N: Okay, this one is going to be a long one, and I apologize in advance, but it IS necessary. So when I originally uploaded this story, I was being an idiot, and I used a terrible story line that would end quite predictably, and it took me sixteen reviews to realize where I went wrong. I went back and traced my steps, hopefully making the story a far better read. I truly do apologize about the crappy chapter I had posted earlier, and I hope it didn't cost me too many readers. Please, let me know what you thought this time around.

Sarah Walker had been alone for almost two weeks now. You'd imagine that life on the streets was hard. You'd always hear about how people struggled to survive, and how they'd miss their houses and jobs so dearly.

Sarah Walker was not one of those people. She simply jumped from motel to motel, and cash clearly wasn't a big issue. She made enough off her last con to support her quite stably. And even when it did become short, she could simply pick pocket an innocent person passing by, as cruel as that sounded. Life wasn't easy, but the struggles of street life proved to be no challenge for the daughter of Jack Burton.

Hunger seemed to take over all of Sarah's senses as she wandered through the streets of Burbank, around seven thirty. The night life was actually quite nice. Sarah had seen quite a bit of the city, something she didn't get to do very often with her father looming over shoulder all the time. Granted, she was lonely often. But it sure as hell beat staying with her father. He was probably seducing and conning some rich whore for all the cash he could milk. That was what disgusted her. It wasn't simply about survival anymore. It became a sort of sick, twisted game.

Money meant everything. Security, food, happiness…..Sarah currently had none of these. She was lost, and had wandered her way to a strip of sidewalk with many stores and restaurants, and a busy street next to it. Instantly, Sarah felt trapped. Her father always warned her to stay away from places where she couldn't run. There was no busy crowd to blend into either, as they were all probably in the restaurants.

Footsteps echoed in the back of Sarah's earshot. They were speedy. She immediately felt insecure. Using her peripherals, she was able to get that it was a man, hastily walking towards her. Speeding up the pace, she started walking faster, trying to avoid a certain fight. Maybe it was paranoia that overcame her. Maybe she was going insane. But she just knew, somewhere deep in her gut, the man behind her wasn't playing around.

Picking up the pace without looking too guilty, she high tailed it into the nearest open door, which just happened to be a bar. Glancing behind her, the man was nowhere to be found. Acting as if the whole chase hadn't just happened, she strode into the room a little deeper, surveying the crowd of people that had gathered that evening. There, she saw a tall man, who was no doubt very handsome. He looked slick in his business clothes and coat. Sarah felt a warm, strange butterfly feeling in her stomach. She was probably just hungry. Slowly, she approached him. Little did she know, that was Chuck Bartowski, millionaire extraordinaire sitting before her.

-o-

-Five Minutes ago-

Chuck and Morgan arrived at their favorite local bar. It was usually quiet. Tonight, it seemed bustling with people. Chuck sighed. "So much for a relaxed evening."

Morgan shrugged apologetically. The two grabbed seats at the bar, trying to take it easy. Chuck ordered his drink, sitting back.

Morgan surveyed the crowd. "See anything you like?" he asked playfully.

"Yeah, the exit sign." Chuck replied.

"Dude, cheer up! You're young, rich, and at a bar." He pointed out.

Chuck just held his glance onward towards the door.

"I'm going to be right back. When I come back, you better have a smoking chick in your arms, man."

Chuck laughed. "The odds of that are?"

Morgan laughed and left to use the bathroom, leaving Chuck to ponder what he'd said.

"Excuse me? Excuse me!" a beautiful blonde was right beside Chuck, trying to get the barkeep's attention.

"Sir." Chuck spoke firmly. Glancing up, the bartender got Chuck's message and immediately got Sarah's drink.

"Oh, thank you." Sarah feigned a sigh of relief. Glancing up, she a handsome man sitting before her in formal wear. "It's so hard these days…" Sarah laughed.

"I can't imagine you'd have this problem often." Chuck smiled, speaking smoothly. 'Where the hell did that come from, Romeo?' he thought in amazement. The girl was gorgeous.

"Is uh, is this seat taken?" Sarah asked shyly.

"Hmm? No, no, go ahead." He offered Morgan's seat to her like a gift.

"So, you come here often?" Chuck asked, trying to keep a steady conversation flowing.

She could tell he was shy. 'That's kind of adorable…What am I saying?'

"Um, no. First time, actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I just moved here."

"Really? Where from?" He asked.

"Wisconsin." She replied. That wasn't necessarily a lie. Dammit. What was up with her?

"That's quite a change." Chuck laughed, revealing a heart melting smile.

Sipping her drink, she nodded. "Yeah, it is…."

"I'm uh, I'm Chuck Bartowski, by the way." He hoped she wouldn't recognize his name.

Smiling back, Sarah replied. "I'm Sarah, by the way. Sarah Walker."

Almost sighing in relief because she didn't, Chuck nodded. "Pleasure, Sarah. So, if I may be so bold…..Why did you move out to LA?"

"It's just…..I uh, had a bad breakup, and a bad job, and I just wanted to start fresh."

"What is it that you do?" Chuck asked.

"Lawyer…"She replied, as practiced. She even had a card with her from an old con, maybe it could be used as 'ID' one day.

"Oh, that's cool." He nodded, smiling.

"And you?" she asked, smiling back subconsciously.

"Video game design…..cool, right?" he teased.

"No, it is! At least you have a job you enjoy…" she told him.

Nodding, he replied, "Yeah, It's a lot of work, but it's pretty good at the end of the day."

The two chatted for almost an hour and a half. Sarah kept the conversation guarded well, learning that he had a sister and her boyfriend nearby. That might be useful later.

Chuck had completely forgotten Morgan, and he was simply lost in Sarah Walker. She was single, gorgeous, funny, a Harvard graduate…..she was the definition of perfect.

Morgan emerged close, watching the two momentarily. He didn't want to ruin their moment.

"I should probably go, work starts early tomorrow." Sarah frowned apologetically. Upon getting up, however, she stumbled clumsily into Chuck's lap.

Laughing, the two disentangled themselves. "Thanks for a warm welcome, Chuck." Sarah thanked him.

He replied in kind, about to ask for her number. Too shy, he nodded and watch the beauty leave.

Morgan ran up to fill her seat as soon as she left. "Dude, I came back, and here you are with Vicky Vale in your arms!"

Chuck laughed. "Where did you go?"

Morgan shook his head apologetically. "Sorry, I just got like a thousand calls from work, and I-…"

"Say no more." Chuck smiled, and paid, standing up. As he did, he saw a small white paper square flitter off his lap. Bending over, he picked it up. On it, in fine print, it read: Sarah Walker: Defense Attorney.

Following that was a series of numbers to reach her by. Grinning, Chuck laughed as he showed Morgan, who leapt up happily.

"She's smooth, the trip looked so real!" He exclaimed.

"Definitely…." Chuck nodded. "There's definitely more than meets the eye with Sarah Walker."

A/N: I know it was very short, but future ones will be longer. (If there is going to be a future with this one).I did read all the suggestions and I tried to incorporate them. Some plot holes I just can't fix though, as I have no beta, and I write this myself. Thanks for your time, and I appreciate all the reviews very much. A very special thanks to: Ripe, Coreymon77, and Uplink2, for helping me see how awkward that would've turned out. Thanks for sticking with it, and as always, Have a good one, guys.