ALL I WANT TO DO Chapter 2, a chuck fanfic

All I want to do Ch 2

Beckman continued talking and everything she said was one big blur of talk. But when she repeated his name, all he heard was that they had found Augusto Gaez. They drove up to an air strip and Charles got out and looked back at what he left. He could still feel her lips on his and her warms hands caressing his face. He hated leaving her but now that he knew why, it didn't make the sting worse. But it would allow him not to think of her, which made it harder to breathe knowing that he wasn't with her.

Sarah looked at her bags where Charles had left them. Saddened by what had just happened she tried to see the good in being left alone without him. Though she had only known him for three days it felt like a lifetime. She wasn't one for one-night stands nor thought she would be one of those girls. She was new to this and he made the experience something that she could never compare it too. He was gentle, kind, patient and loving and it all started with a chair.

She walked outside to the balcony and listened to the crowd of spring breakers. She curled up on the lounger and slowly fell asleep.

It was the longest flight home despite being on one of the CIA jets. He looked at his watch. It would have been around five where she was but even the seven-hour time difference was too far away. Charles was escorted to a black SUV and headed back to the main CIA building and hopefully his office. Within the hour he passed his bags to Fitzroy and headed up to the offices of one General Beckman. He walked passed the wing which led to the teaching staff offices and lecturers and in his case his very own office; where he could still participate in his mission but also give him some autonomy in the odd lecture and speaking engagements. Walking further up the hall he saw General Beckman and other military officials standing near a conference room adjacent to her office. Charles wanted to turn back and fly back to Athens but he also wanted this nightmare to end. He could run but running could only get him so far.

"Agent Carmicheal, welcome back."

"General." As he acknowledged her and the others as well. They entered the empty conference room and closed the door. Charles sat down as Beckman started to talk. "We got word after a year or so scouring the globe and using intel that Agent Carmicheal had comprised over the years." Charles sipped his coffee. "We also are happy to have agent Carmicheal back to steer a new team to bring him in. Agent Carmicheal is very familiar with Gaez and it wouldn't be right not to include him on this." Charles thought to himself 'I was fine being left out of this; I was just feeling like myself again…' Beckman coughed slightly getting his attention. "Agent Carmicheal, do you have anything to add?"

Charles stood up and walked up to the front. He faced the room. "At this point no, but keep in mind we are not working with a rookie here and whether he knows it or not that he has been seen he will crawl back into whatever hole he came out of." The room went silent and Beckman didn't know how to respond. But being the professional she was she spoke. "Again, this is a very sensitive situation and as we put this team together, we will have more to report. Thank you all for meeting at this short notice." The room emptied and Beckman gave Charles a stern look then exited. "Later Carmicheal." Her tone was not so friendly. Charles walked over to his coffee. When he heard a familiar voice. "Well, you know how to clear a room." Charles looked up and smiled. He had not seen that owner of that voice in over a year. Charles walked over and the two embraced. "Good to see you too Casey." "Good to see you too kid." Charles liked it when he called him kid. Charles looked down to the floor and followed the braces up to his waist then saw the cane/crutch in his left hand. Charles had not seen Casey standing upright and was so proud of him for what he had accomplished in the last year. He was the only person he kept in contact with from the agency and the odd call or email from his sister and best friend Morgan. Charles made sure that his contact was untraceable.

They walked down to Charles's office and Charles couldn't help himself watch Casey maneuver his legs and sit down. Casey looked up at Charles. "It's better than it was, I am wearing the braces less and less. I wear them at work just because I have to but once I am home, they are off. The doctors say that I should have close to full feeling in a few months." Charles wasn't convinced. "My body doesn't heal like it use to." Casey looked at Charles. "I am alive Charles."

"I know and I'm sorry for not being around I just couldn't."

"You don't need to explain, you're here now."

"Well, it wasn't my choice."

Charles reached into his desk and grabbed a bottle of Jack. He raised it up. "It's 5 o'clock somewhere." They both laughed. Charles grabbed two plastic glasses and sat down on the couch. He poured them each a good shot of Jack and toasted everything from being alive to being able to drink during the day.

Casey put his drink down and passed on a refill. "So where did they find you? I was getting tired of lying to them that I was in contact with you."

"Sorry that you had to do that, I didn't want to be found and where they found me, I was in Athens. I guess they got me on an ATM machine a week prior and had locals looking out for me."

"Bummer. So, who did you leave behind?"

Charles took one last sip of his drink. "What are you talking about?"

"Your head isn't here so I am assuming that you left someone and are thinking of her."

"Not sure if there was anything there and if there was, I'd probably never see her again."

Charles looked at his watch and got up. "I better head home, thanks for checking in on the place."

Casey got up. "My pleasure and I'm glad your home even if it was because of him." Charles sighed. Casey walked to the door then down the hall as Charles locked up his office. The two of them headed to the main doors where Charles saw Fitzroy standing outside the black SUV. "We will discuss the details tomorrow. Get some sleep and we will meet tomorrow."

Charles looked at him. "Your on this mission too?"

"Wouldn't have it any other way." They shook hands then Charles jumped into the backseat.

Fitzroy got into the front. "Where to sir?"

"Home."

Charles leaned back and stared out the window.

Two days later

Sarah walked from the pool into the hotel. She managed to get into the pool before the spring breakers took over. She headed back to the room and ordered something to eat. She curled up on the couch and grabbed the tv remote. He had been gone for three days and everything about him was slowly disappearing inside the room. She felt empty and alone but at the same time she had met the most amazing man that made her feel special and cared for. She heard a knock and walked over to the door. There stood Nico with her tray. "Your order Ms. Walker."

"Thank you." Sarah taking the tray.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"No, I am good, and thanks for taking care of me."

"It is our pleasure. Mr. Charles wanted to make sure that you were taken care of while he was away."

Sarah smiled at hearing his name. Even though he was physically gone he was still taking care of her.

Chuck rolled over surprising that he had slept. He figured that maybe it was because his worst nightmare would soon be over and maybe he could come back and live a normal life not worrying about where he was. He showered and changed then took a stroll of his place. He had missed his little hideaway in the hills west of DC. Being an agent had its perks but it was also a lonely job. He stared out the large windows and could faintly see downtown as the rain fell. He heard his cell buzz indicating a meeting with Beckman. He finished his coffee and grabbed his car keys and slipped out of his garage.

Casey met him at the end of his office giving him a packet. "What's this?"

"Our mission."

"Already?"

Casey laughed. "No, just a list of new recruits that will be here at the beginning of next week."

"Wow spring recruitment. Man, I miss those days. And I recall you gave me a hard time in The art of intelligence. Who names a class with that title."

"We do, and I figured that I would see what this kid from Stanford had in him."

"Well, you could have been kinder."

"I could have but look how you turned out. You were leading a team within years of graduating and was one of the youngest recruits to receive the medal of honour."

"Well, you should have been the one to receive it."

"I can admire it from afar."

"So why do I need a list of the new recruits?"

"Because you and I are going to welcome them and register them. Our contribution to our roles as veteran agents."

"Sounds like fun."

The two enter the conference room again seeing Beckman sorting files into piles. "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon General."

Casey took a seat while Charles walked towards Beckman. Charles saw the pile. "This is all we have on Gaez and what you had put together and saved. I hope that I haven't forgotten anything."

Charles looked at the pile. "I won't know till I take a look. Will there be others joining us?"

"No, I figured that the two of you might want to do this part together alone without all the questions."

Beckman walked to the door. "Fitzroy is at your service and I will be in my office." She looked back. "It's good to have you back Charles."

Charles smiled.

Sunday

Sarah woke up startled by the quietness of the hotel. She looked outside and saw just handful of patrons swimming in the pool. She called down to the front desk. "Hi, what day is it?"

The voice on the other end told her that it was Sunday. "Sunday?"

She looked around the room. She had to grab her flight back to the US. Her time was up and had to follow through on her promise. It was this or the alternative and she wasn't a fan of the alternative. She looked at the clock then put the phone back to her ear. "I would like a car to take me to the airport as soon as possible."

"Very well ma'am. So, you will be checking out?"

"Yes." Just then someone else came on the phone. "Ms. Walker?"

"Yes."

"We have arrangements already in place for you. There will be a car waiting for you within the hour. Thank you for staying with us."

Sarah hung up the phone and quickly threw her belongings into her bag, grabbing all the free stuff she had accumulated while she was there and certain items that they had gathered once they left their room. She slipped on the same sundress she had on the day she arrived and grabbed her bags and headed to the door. She opened the door and there stood a porter with a luggage rack. He took her bags and placed them on the rack. Sarah took one last look of the room by taking one last photo to remind her of what was and how amazing it was. Even if she never saw him again, she'd have this place and the memories of him to remember.

She arrived at the airport and grabbed her seat. The plane took off almost instantly; she had just made it. She sat back looking out the window at Athens and the last few days. She grabbed her phone to switch to airplane mode and switched to her photos. She swiped back and forth till she found one that she took of him. She figured that he didn't even know that she took it. It was a picture of him looking out towards the pool as the sun was setting. They had just made love and he told her that it was no longer a one-night stand if it rolled into two. She continued to scroll till she got to the end, then slid her phone into her bag and stared out the window.

Tuesday morning

The noise in the halls reminded Charles of the spring breakers and of course her. He grabbed his bag and his laptop and headed to the main floor theatre. He opened the doors and was brought back to when he was here on his very first day. Leaving LA was hard and not telling Ellie exactly what he was doing, that the CIA. had recruited him. All she knew was that he was out here working as an analyst doing computer stuff. In all honestly, he did dabble in the computer stuff while taking down criminals and other bad guys.

In minutes, the room was filling up with new recruits. Casey joined him. "Did I look that young?" As the two stared out at the theatre.

"You're still young and I bet some of these recruits are no older than you and some maybe even just 18."

"You think." Casey pointed out a few and they laughed.

Chuck looked up at the time and saw that the room was full. He grabbed his seat and sat down as CIA personnel walked up to the front giving the same speech that Charles heard the day he arrived. He leaned over to Casey and whispered. "Well, they could have changed their speech." And on cue Charles spoke the next line of the speech. They both laughed.

"You will received you're package once you have signed in. If you still need info on rooms and housing our teams are outside in the quad. Most of you have found lodging and will be able to go to your places once you have signed in. First session starts tomorrow at 8.

The platform finished with their speeches and exited the theatre while Charles and Casey got up and sat behind a table signing in recruits. The rows of newbies file into a single file then branched off to get through the line sooner.

Sarah paid for the fare and walked up the stairs the CIA with her bags. She grabbed her letter and the info on where to go. She knew she was late thanks to traffic. She found the theatre and slipped inside placing her bags along the side and asking the first person she saw where to go. They pointed to the bottom. She nodded then joined the first line she saw. She eventually arrived at the table. There were three people in front of her.

Charles crossed out the next name seeing his list with highlighted names almost complete. He called out. "Next."

The line moved. The person in front of her slipped to the other line allowing her to be the next in line. "Name."

"Walker, Jenny."

Charles scrolled the list and reached the bottom. "Jenny, would that be a derivative of Jennifer?"

He looked up and there she stood the girl he left over two weeks ago. They looked at each other, shocked and in disbelief. Thousandths of emotions and feelings gushing from their senses. The same feeling they both had when they met in the restaurant. Charles took a deep breath then tried to compose himself seeing that Sarah was very uncomfortable and he didn't want to cause a scene. Casey had got up and left by the time Charles was able to put words together. He tried to stay professional but wanted desperately to hold her. He reached into the box and grabbed the last packet and saw the name Walker written in black on the top of it. He placed it on the table then gave her a badge and additional info. As he slid the badge to her, he looked up. "You'll need to head down the hall and get your photo taken. Take this badge with you and they will exchange it with the one with your photo on it. All other info can be found in your packet. If you have any questions there is a number at the back."

Sarah held back a few tears that had formed and took a deep breath. She grabbed the packet and was about to say something when she looked up and saw that he had ran up the stairs and out the door. She stood alone in the theatre wondering what had just happened and who did she just talk to. If she felt alone after he left her, she felt dead now. She wiped her cheek grabbing her packet and heading up the stairs to her luggage that was still sitting at the back. She bent down to slide her stuff into her bag when she heard the door open. She was tired in more ways than one so she didn't look up to see who it was. She grabbed her bag and stood up seeing Charles standing there. He looked at her with his soft brown eyes that she admired in more ways than one. He looked at her. "I forgot my bag." She looked at his bag that was slipped around his shoulder and as her eyes trailed upwards, he had grabbed her face and kissed her hard. Sarah dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around him. To hold him, kiss him and have him do the same was something that she'd figured she'd never get to do. The kiss was full of passion and intense feelings that something had to happen next. But what happened broke both of their hearts. Charles rested his forehead on hers still holding her close. He kissed her a few more times then whispered in her ear. "I missed you but I can't do this, not now, not ever."

She saw that his eyes were closed when he kissed her forehead and walked towards the door. Time stood still for them but in reality, it lasted no more than five minutes.

Sarah touched her lips then looked around and had to get some air. She grabbed her luggage and headed out. The halls were full of new recruits. She did what he had told her to do and stood in line to get her photo taken. She thought to herself that 'My first official CIA photo will have my swollen face plastered all over the place just because I think that my heart just broke.'

Sarah tried to carry on grabbing her id badge and seeing that it could have looked worse. She headed out and walked over to the side to see where she would be laying her head. When a voice called out. "You Walker?"

Sarah turned to see where the voice was coming from and there stood a long-legged red head and another gal with brown hair sitting at one of the coffee tables. Sarah turned around. "Yes."

"I told you Rizzo."

Sarah walked over and dropped her bags. "Hi, I'm Carina Miller and this is Zondra Rizzo and you are our third."

"Your what?"

"Our other roommate. We were looking around wondering which one of these individuals would be you."

"I guess your patience paid off. I arrived late thanks to DC traffic and missed some of the presentation."

Rizzo jumped into the conversation. "They just mentioned what was to happen in the next few days, introduced a few people and stuff like that. Then they gave us our packets."

"Yeah, I got mine."

"But did you see that tall dark handsome agent." Carina turned to Zondra. "What was his name?"

"Micheal something."

Sarah knew who they were referring to. It wasn't hard to see him.

"Well, he can be my lecturer anytime."

Zondra laughed. "It's started already, Carina eyeing the candy. It will be interesting to see who the teacher's pets will be."

Sarah tried not to react knowing that they already had something between the two of them.

Charles slammed his office door and started pacing around his office. 'Why are you here? You're here! I missed you, man did I miss you. It can't be anything and it shouldn't be anything but why do I feel that it should.'

Sarah followed Carina and Zondra to a shuttle that took them down past the campus into a residential area. The shuttle stopped at the end of campus but Sarah could still see how close they were. Carina grabbed Sarah's bag and headed up the stairs. "We were lucky to get this place I couldn't see us boarding on campus at least here we can have some independence and still be close to campus. They put these module homes up a few years ago as they did some renovations with the dorms."

"This will be fine."

Carina opened the door and walked down the hall to the third bedroom. "This is your room, sorry for the size but you know."

"That's okay, it's perfect cause I just need it for sleeping." She dropped her bags and followed the two out. Carina took her on a tour. "The full bath, Zondra's room and mine is here. The kitchen and living area. Also, an area to study I guess."

Sarah looked around. It was more than she had had for some time besides the hotel room for the last two weeks. She looked around her home for the next few months. Carina and Zondra slipped into the kitchen. "You want to eat Walker?"

"We can."

The three changed and headed over to what Carina was told was the CIA watering hole. A place called PJ's the one place where recruits and personnel went to eat and drink and still be near campus. The place was full of familiar faces that Sarah had seen earlier in the day. She scanned the room hoping to see him but he was no where to be found. They ordered and had a few drinks getting to know each other.

8:00 Theatre

Sarah arrived and sat down next to Zondra with an empty chair between them. Carina was down a few rows chatting with a few guys she smiled at and they smiled back. Sarah watched the door hoping to see him and if she did what would she say to him. Carina walked back holding a piece of paper walking past Sarah and sitting down. She stared at the piece of paper. "His name is Greg, from Kentucky."

"A cowboy."

"No kidding."

Sarah just smiled. She knew now what kind of girl Carina was.

The room quiet down when the panel came through the side door and there, he was coming along with the other guy that sat with him yesterday. They found their seats as Sarah watched him place his coffee behind his seat to the side then sit back adjusting his suit jacket. He was dressed up in what looked like dark blue jeans and a baby blue dress shirt and a cream suit jacket. He looked so handsome. The session started as they introduced the panel and who was who and what the recruits would expect this term. Sarah sat up when they got to him, she knew him but not this part of him. He grabbed his coffee and in one swoop stood up and walked towards the podium. He placed his cup next to him then as if he had done this a million times he started talking. "Good morning recruits. My name is Agent Carmicheal but most around here know me as Charles. I am not a teacher." Sarah's heart sank, she was hoping that maybe she'd see him everyday. He walked down the stage to the left side of the theatre. "But I do dabble in the art of talking. I will be filling in this term and teaching the class called the Art of Intelligence. And no, we won't be doing arts and crafts. (The room laughed) This class like its title will be indulging into the world of intelligence and the people and events that have shaped our society. How agencies like the CIA have evolved and will continue to evolve, as the threats continue to change and become more and more challenging to put an end to them." Sarah watched him walk back and take a sip of his coffee. She remembered that afternoon when they met and had not moved from their seats and when they slid their hands into each other's.

"If you look in your packet you will see an outline from each of the classes and what is required of you to read. I will save you most of the books and articles but they do come in hand, when your on a 21-hour flight to a mission. And they also help put you to sleep as well." You can hear the room laugh with what was said. As the laughter continued Sarah's mind started to drift off thinking of her time with him just weeks ago and when she looked up at the stage, he made eye contact with her. His eyes looked sad staring at her. The same look he gave her when he said that if it is meant to be we will see each other again.

"The three main books that I personally would like you all to look at and read are the following." Charles gave the recruits some time to grab a pen and their packets. Sarah slid her hand into her bag and grabbed the packet and a pen. She sat straight and welcomed anything he had to say. "Okay ladies and gentlemen, my list. The first book is called Henry A. Crumpton; The Art of Intelligence: Lessons from a Life in CIA's Clandestine Service – Charles continued to speak; The Art of Intelligence is about how the way people view the CIA, domestic and foreign intelligence, and international terrorism. Henry A. "Hank" Crumpton, a twenty-four-year veteran of the CIA's Clandestine Service, offers a thrilling account that delivers profound lessons about what it means to serve as an honorable spy. From CIA recruiting missions in Africa to pioneering new programs like the UAV Predator, from running post–9/11 missions in Afghanistan to heading up all clandestine CIA operations in the United States, Crumpton chronicles his role—in the battlefield and in the Oval Office—in transforming the way America wages war and sheds light on issues of domestic espionage.

The second book is by The Art of Intelligencewill change the way people view the CIA, domestic and foreign intelligence, and international terrorism. Henry A. "Hank" Crumpton, a twenty-four-year veteran of the CIA's Clandestine Service, offers a thrilling account that delivers profound lessons about what it means to serve as an honorable spy. From CIA recruiting missions in Africa to pioneering new programs like the UAV Predator, from running post–9/11 missions in Afghanistan to heading up all clandestine CIA operations in the United States, Crumpton chronicles his role—in the battlefield and in the Oval Office—in transforming the way America wages war and sheds light on issues of domestic espionage.

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The Art of Intelligencewill change the way people view the CIA, domestic and foreign intelligence, and international terrorism. Henry A. "Hank" Crumpton, a twenty-four-year veteran of the CIA's Clandestine Service, offers a thrilling account that delivers profound lessons about what it means to serve as an honorable spy. From CIA recruiting missions in Africa to pioneering new programs like the UAV Predator, from running post–9/11 missions in Afghanistan to heading up all clandestine CIA operations in the United States, Crumpton chronicles his role—in the battlefield and in the Oval Office—in transforming the way America wages war and sheds light on issues of domestic espionage.

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Antonio J. Mendez; entitled The Master of Disguise. If you are a movie fan, he is the author of Argo. And the unforgettable behind-the-scenes story of espionage in action. In the first ever memoir by a top-level operative to be authorized by the CIA, Antonio J. Mendez reveals the cunning tricks and insights that helped save hundreds from deadly situations. Adept at creating new identities for anyone, anywhere, Mendez was involved in operations all over the world, from "Wild West" adventures in East Asia to Cold War intrigue in Moscow. In 1980, he orchestrated the escape of six Americans from a hostage situation in revolutionary Tehran, Iran. This extraordinary operation inspired the movie Argo , directed by and starring Ben Affleck. The Master of Disguise gives us a privileged look at what really happens at the highest levels of international espionage: in the field, undercover, and behind closed doors. The third book is written by Thomas B. Allen; entitled Harriet Tubman, Secret Agent. Yes Ms. Tubman was indeed a spy and a very good one. Can you imagine having her skills with our technology. She managed to find her way through deadly obstacles and unbeatable odds to free her people from slavery. So, imagine that It's 1863. Harriet Tubman is facing one of the biggest - and most dangerous - challenges of her life. She has survived her master's lash, escaped from slavery, and risked her life countless times to lead runaway slaves to freedom along the Underground Railroad. Now she has a new role - that of Union spy!

The outcome of a secret night raid deep into Confederate territory depends on the accuracy of the intelligence she and other black spies have gathered. Success will mean freedom for hundreds of slaves. Failure will mean death by hanging. You are about to enter the undercover world of African American spies - enslaved and free - risking everything in the name of freedom. How were the Underground Railroad and slave songs used to pass secret messages? What were "contrabands" and "Black Dispatches?" What did Harriet have in common with the Secret Six and a maidservant in the home of Confederate President Jefferson Davis? You'll discover these answers and more as the action unfolds."

Charles let what he had said sink in. "That is just the beginning, more to come, welcome to the CIA." As he walked back to his seat . "Thank you, Agent Carmicheal." Sarah watched Charles sit down holding onto his coffee still looking out at her direction.

Charles sat at his desk after meeting with Beckman and the plan to bring Gaez in. He looked at the files and knew how he operated and even if he were located, he could have moved or had planted an imposter in his place. Charles looked over his old files trying to get an idea on where to start and if looking for him where they stated they saw him was worth the effort. It had been a few days since he saw her in the crowd and he knew that she had seen him look at her. He looked at his clock on the wall. His first class was going to start within the hour and he knew that he was eventually going to have her in his class. He grabbed the three books he mentioned the other day and his laptop and canvass bag. He stuffed them inside and headed to class.

He approached the cafeteria to grab a coffee when he saw Sarah smiling a few people ahead of him. He loved her laugh and as infectious as it was, he had to push his need to react deep down but as he tried, she turned to look at him when someone called out to him. He looked back at her and smiled. Carina turned around. "Good morning Mr. Carmicheal."

"Morning."

He moved closer in line to where Sarah was standing. "And you are?"

"I'm Carina Miller, this is Zondra Rizzo and this pretty thing is Sarah, Sarah Walker."

Charles smiled. "Nice to meet you all."

Carina ands Zondra slipped out of line and walked out of the cafeteria. Sarah waited in line as they both moved through the line. Charles saw what she had to purchase to go through the line. There was a muffin and a large coffee. He placed his coffee down and grabbed the same muffin and slipped the cashier a 20. She looked up. "For both." Sarah bit her lip when she heard his voice. She turned around and whispered ' Thanks.' And before Charles could say ' You're welcome,' She was walking down the hall.

Charles entered the lecture room seeing the room full of new recruits. He walked in only looking for one person and there she sat. Second row on his left second in from the aisle. He placed his things down and walked around the front and leaned against the table. The class settled and Charles scanned the room. He had the room in the palm of his hands. "I remember being in the same seats that you all are right now. All the feelings and questions as to why you are here and whether you have made the right choice in a profession. Most of you were hand picked by our recruitment teams while others were given the opportunity to make a difference or were seen to be individuals who may have been at your last option and given a second chance." Sarah wondered if he was talking about her just now. Knowing that she was given a choice but even with the choice she made it might have been easier to choose the latter.

"The other day." As Charles walked back around removing items from his bag. He walked the room handing out a pile of papers. "I gave three books to read, so don't forget to read them you will be assessed on the good part." As he handed out the pile of paper. As the class started looking at the handout. "Your first assignment is to write a three to four page bio about yourself." As the room groaned. "It's not all that bad. Unless you have some really dark secrets." Charles faced the crowd and walked back to the table. "Think of this assignment as a way for us to get to know the real you. For most of the missions that you'll be on, it's not what you know or think you know, knowledge is key but its how you use that knowledge when your on a mission. And that perfect score that I know you all are aching to achieve, might eventually help you when that time comes but its more than that. This job is the art, the skills you develop, the little things you require, and it's not always the bigger picture but as agents it's who you are individually that makes you the agent that you all will end up becoming." The room started to chatter. Carina leaned over. "That was dark."

Sarah saw it as poetry. No matter what he said, she continued to be drawn into what he was handing out.

Charles looked around and then looked at the clock. "We have a few minutes any questions?"

Charles sat on the edge of the table dangling his legs. Grabbing his coffee, he scanned the room ending up looking at her. Sarah hid behind her cup. 'How am I going to get through this, its only the first class I have many more.'

Charles looked and saw a few hands. "Yeah." As he pointed to the far back.

"When did you figure out that the CIA was an art?"

Charles laughed.

"Honestly, I'm still learning. It wasn't that long ago that I was sitting where you all are and even today after being on many missions. I am still learning. An agent never really stops learning, you're always tweaking your skills, figuring out what you could have done differently, thankful that you wake up the next day. Some don't have that privilege." He looked around the room. "I'm not trying to scare you but give you a dose of reality. Yes, the CIA has its perks but it also can be very dangerous but at the same time your doing something good. So don't get discouraged it's your first week but as you take the rest of your classes and go through your day. Stop and ask yourself if this is what you really want to do because…."

Sarah noticed his subtle change in his tone. She looked around the room, then looked up at him. He caught her eye. Then continued. "Remember you all were chosen to be here, so make it the best experience you can. Take it all in, learn, listen, and don't forget to have fun. All recruits with their badges can get their drinks half off at PJ's till Sunday. So go and enjoy. Be safe and we will see each other on Thursday. You're dismissed."

The class stood up and exited the room, some were off to other classes while some decided to go back to sleep. Charles slid his items back into his bag as Sarah, Carina and Zondra walked by. He smiled with his eyes and he was so good at it. Sarah exited the room and headed to her next class.

Friday mid afternoon

PJ's was very busy as recruits celebrated their first week of training. Charles walked in and headed to the bar. He waved a hello to the bartender he knew very well. Charles leaned over the bar and grabbed a menu and sat down. Across the bar Carina was shooting pool and Zondra was playing darts. Sarah looked up and saw Charles sitting at the bar. She pondered whether to get up or not and seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she mumbled if anyone wanted a refill and when she got no answer she got up and walked over to the bar. Charles slipped the menu back and saw her walking towards him. He looked forward as she stood beside him and faced the other direction. She let her hand fall down beside her and instinctively he grabbed it. She backed up against the bar then turned around, both facing the bar. Charles slid his hand under his other arm and reached for her hand again. Sarah sat down and did the same. He casually leaned into her as if they were just having a normal conversation. "Hey."

"Hey."

Their fingers still entwined.

"I missed you." His words melting her heart.

"I missed you too. How can this be, you are here." Sarah trying to keep her emotions intact.

"Even longer story, it killed me to leave you."

"But you did."

"I know and I am so sorry."

Charles got up and faced her as she turned around. "It kills me that you're here and I can't do anything."

Charles stepped out and headed down the bar. Sarah watched where he went and his words repeated in her head. She walked over to the restroom and waited till he walked out. She had no idea what she was going to do but she couldn't let this moment pass and not try. She saw the door open and saw his face and in seconds she grabbed him and pushed him into a back corner and kissed him. Startled by the intrusion he leaned back looking at her catching his breath. But he was so drawn in. He slid his arms around her and brought her close kissing her with all he had. Sarah melted in his arms and welcomed his lips. ' Carmicheal'

They continued to have their moment but again they heard 'Carmicheal.'

Charles pushed Sarah away slightly. "Carmicheal your order is ready."

Charles looked at her. "Saved by the…."

Sarah dragged her finger down his chest. Charles smiled then kissed her cheek.

Charles walked out and headed towards the bar grabbing his food. He headed to the door seeing Sarah standing by the bar. They both smiled at each other as he exited the bar.