Chuck vs the Appointment
Summary: After the death of Sarah Walker, Chuck has served the Central Intelligence Agency as a spy for nearly twenty years. All he wants to do is retire and spend the rest of his life in peace and quiet. However fate has conspired otherwise.
Category: Angst/Drama
Disclaimer: I donÆt own Chuck. I wish I did though. That would be awesome.
March 20th, 2029
President Nathaniel Martin was not having a good day to say the least.
Polls were showing that his public approval rating was at an all time low, having come crashing down from his high of 75 percent to nearly half that.
At least IÆm not as bad as Nixon, Truman, or Bush at the end of their terms. He thought to himself. It was a small comfort to know that while most of the country disapproved about how things were being run, at least he wasnÆt the most hated President of all time. Speaking of past Presidents, if he didnÆt get things turned around he might become one after just one term.
The Republicans were in a prime position to take back the Senate during the midterm elections this year. Already in control of the House, the Republicans would gain control of the entire Legislative Branch. Were this to happen, the next two years of his Administration would have a hell of a time passing any of his proposed reforms.
The last thing he needed was a scandal. Which meant that not only did he get one, he got the worst scandal possible.
ôWhatÆs the latest on Franklin?ö
Until recently Charles Franklin was the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, the largest and foremost of AmericaÆs intelligence agencies. However just a hours ago, Franklin had confessed that he had misplaced one of the AgencyÆs computers containing classified information that not only included the details of the intelligence obtained by the CIA, but the identities and the locations of a sizeable portion of its covert agents those without the official cover granted by diplomatic immunity.
ôHeÆs under heavy guard at the moment Mr. President,ö his Chief of Staff Erin Gomez replied, ôwe have him under suicide watch.ö
Martin snorted. Franklin was a coward, always looking for the easy way out. He should have never listened to the Senate Majority Leader and the Chairman of the Democratic National Committee to appoint the man in the first place.
ôHow long until the press finds out?ö
ôEveryoneÆs keeping their mouths shut but I doubt that weÆd be able to hide it from the public much longer.ö
ôAny luck on finding the it?ö
ôThe FBI, NSA and the rest of the intelligence community are scrambling to find it as we speak sir.ö
ôTell them to double their efforts. I want that laptop found yesterday.ö
ôIÆll tell them that.ö
He sighed. One problem down another to go, ôwho do we have that can replace Franklin.ö
ôMr. President? Deputy Director Hayworth is now functioning as the acting Director. With his qualifications, heÆd be easily able to pass muster and be confirmed by the Senate.ö
Martin snorted. ôRobert Hayworth is the last man I want to be in charge of the CIA. The manÆs a nightmare.ö
A holdover from the previous Administration, Deputy Director Hayworth as a career CIA man and had served with the Agency for the majority of his adult life first as an analyst and then on to higher positions. Unfortunately his length of service was only matched by his partisanship. The man was a nightmare to work with, especially in joint operations with the other arms of government, especially the greater intelligence community as a whole.
With Hayworth it was always his way or the highway. If he didnÆt get what he wanted, like a five year old child he would threaten to withdrawal the support of his Agency and its resources. Martin remembered countless times that either he, Franklin, or Gomez had to put him in his place and remind him who exactly was in charge.
Martin was willing to bet money, marbles and chalk that if Hayworth wasnÆt there half of the problems plaguing the Intelligence Community would disappear in almost an instant.
ôMr. President, with all due respect we canÆt appoint a new Director from outside the Agency. The fallout from FranklinÆs bungle will demand that we appoint someone within the CIA.ö
ôI know,ö Martin. ôI have an idea about who I want for the job.ö
ôWhy do I have an inkling that IÆm not going to like this?ö Gomez asked rhetorically.
The Next Day
Bartowski Residence, Burbank
ôHoney! Wake up!ö yelled Michelle Bartowski.
ôWhaaà?ö groaned her husband, Chuck Bartowski tiredly as he moved slightly trying to remain asleep.
ôYouÆre going to be lake for work!ö She yelled, fuming. She loved the man, but sometimes she did wish he were a bit more responsible for once.
ôWhat time is it?ö Chuck asked as he sprang out of bed, now suddenly awake and running to the shower.
ôSeven forty five.ö
ôFrak!ö
Michelle could not but help but laugh. Her husband couldnÆt even bring himself to swear unless it was from science fiction. ôOnce a geek always a geek.ö
ôThatÆs nerd to you!ö retorted Chuck from the shower. If only they knew, he thought.
Fifteen Minutes Later
ôSo kids, what are you all doing today?ö Chuck asked as he munched on his cereal, fully immersed in his ægeeky dad personaÆ, as he called it.
While CIA policy allowed serving agents to disclose their true careers to their spouse and children, once they had reached an appropriate age of course. It wouldnÆt be good for your three year old to blab to their friends that their daddy was a CIA Agent, after all. Chuck had opted to keep his true career and activities secret. Reasoning, that it was better that his family remain ignorant of his true activities.
To his family and friends, Chuck Bartowski wasnÆt a veteran CIA Agent with over two decades experience in covert operations. Chuck Bartowski was just merely a simple information security consultant who had the unenviable job of going across the country to repair and fix corporate mainframes after they had been taken over by hackers.
According to his wife and kids, the biggest overgrown geek in the world. If anyone asked if Chuck Bartowski was a member of the CIA, theyÆd laugh in their face. To them he was a clumsy but loveable buffoon of a dad, incapable of anything remotely related to being a spy. And that was the way he liked it.
Maybe he should have told them he thought. He frowned the time for disclosure was long gone. As sweet and patient that Michelle was, he doubted that Michelle would forgive him for hiding a secret this big from her. The fact that her husband was not who he said he was, no matter what good intentions there were would devastate her and the children. For their sake and his, heÆd take his secrets to the grave and no one would be the wiser.
ôNothing just soccer practice dad,ö replied his son as he was buttering his toast, bringing him back into reality.
Fifteen year old Mark Morgan Bartowski was the eldest of his two children. At five feet eight, it was clear that he had inherited his fatherÆs height and lanky build. Chuck wouldnÆt be surprised by the time the boy stopped growing, heÆd tower over him.
ôWhatÆs a matter honey? You seemed lost in thought?ö Michelle asked, concerned.
ôNothing. Just thinking about the last job I had to do,ö Chuck replied.
ôAh the good old folks at LanTech having trouble again with theiràwhat do you call them?ö Chuck laughed mentally. Even after sixteen years of marriage, his wife was still completely ignorant of computers and willfully so, refusing to learn anything connected to his job. While a part of him was republished by his wifeÆs lack of interest in his æjobÆ, he did admit that this was
ôServers dear,ö he replied. ôStupid idiots still havenÆt updated their firewalls. Removing that virus from their entire system was a pain.ö
ôIt must have been horrible!ö
ôYeah it was,ö he replied. He couldnÆt exactly reveal that he had been involved in the defection of a mid level diplomatic official from the Russian Federation. It was the truth, well from a certain point of view according to the venerable Obi-Wan Kenobi. But nevertheless it was true; the job was a bitch and half.
ôAnd you Sammy?ö
Born fifteen minutes after her brother, his daughter had been surprise, albeit a very happy one.
Since he and his wife only expecting one child, they were completely unprepared for the arrival of a second.
When asked the babyÆs name, Chuck had insisted on the name Samantha Lisa Bartowski. Surprised at her normally easy-going husbandÆs insistence, Michelle had asked why he had chosen that name. Chuck quickly told her that he liked the name and had always wanted to give the name to one of his children.
After all, Chuck couldnÆt tell her the truth. It didnÆt take a master spy to know that his wife would not take it well that he had named his only daughter after the woman who had stolen his heart, CIA Agent Samantha Lisa Watterson, more commonly known by her alias Sarah Walker who had fallen in the line of duty long before his daughter had been born.
Chuck knew that despite his dearest wishes, Sarah was dead and had been that way for nineteen years. He had realized that and accepted it years ago. Naming her after Sarah wouldnÆt bring her back. His daughter and Sarah were nothing alike; after all they were two different people. However by naming her after Sarah, it was his hidden way of honoring and remembering the woman who he had loved so dearly.
ôIÆm going to be brining home Devin to meet you,ö his youngest told him nonchalantly, either not knowing or caring that those words struck fear into the hearts of fathers worldwide.
ôAnd who is this Devin?ö ChuckÆs eyes narrowed.
ôDaad,ö she said stretching out his name in exasperation, ôremember I told you last week. HeÆs my boyfriend.ö
ôReally,ö he said flatly. WeÆll see about that. There was no way in heaven or earth that he would let his daughter start dating now. She was way too young.
His wife shot him a warning look. He frowned. TheyÆd talk about this later. ôWell kids, have a good day at school,ö he said as he got out of his chair.
ôBye honey,ö his wife said as she kissed him before he went out the door.
Summary: After the death of Sarah Walker, Chuck has served the Central Intelligence Agency as a spy for nearly twenty years. All he wants to do is retire and spend the rest of his life in peace and quiet. However fate has conspired otherwise.
Category: Angst/Drama
Disclaimer: I donÆt own Chuck. I wish I did though. That would be awesome.
March 20th, 2029
President Nathaniel Martin was not having a good day to say the least.
Polls were showing that his public approval rating was at an all time low, having come crashing down from his high of 75 percent to nearly half that.
At least IÆm not as bad as Nixon, Truman, or Bush at the end of their terms. He thought to himself. It was a small comfort to know that while most of the country disapproved about how things were being run, at least he wasnÆt the most hated President of all time. Speaking of past Presidents, if he didnÆt get things turned around he might become one after just one term.
The Republicans were in a prime position to take back the Senate during the midterm elections this year. Already in control of the House, the Republicans would gain control of the entire Legislative Branch. Were this to happen, the next two years of his Administration would have a hell of a time passing any of his proposed reforms.
The last thing he needed was a scandal. Which meant that not only did he get one, he got the worst scandal possible.
ôWhatÆs the latest on Franklin?ö
Until recently Charles Franklin was the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, the largest and foremost of AmericaÆs intelligence agencies. However just a hours ago, Franklin had confessed that he had misplaced one of the AgencyÆs computers containing classified information that not only included the details of the intelligence obtained by the CIA, but the identities and the locations of a sizeable portion of its covert agents those without the official cover granted by diplomatic immunity.
ôHeÆs under heavy guard at the moment Mr. President,ö his Chief of Staff Erin Gomez replied, ôwe have him under suicide watch.ö
Martin snorted. Franklin was a coward, always looking for the easy way out. He should have never listened to the Senate Majority Leader and the Chairman of the Democratic National Committee to appoint the man in the first place.
ôHow long until the press finds out?ö
ôEveryoneÆs keeping their mouths shut but I doubt that weÆd be able to hide it from the public much longer.ö
ôAny luck on finding the it?ö
ôThe FBI, NSA and the rest of the intelligence community are scrambling to find it as we speak sir.ö
ôTell them to double their efforts. I want that laptop found yesterday.ö
ôIÆll tell them that.ö
He sighed. One problem down another to go, ôwho do we have that can replace Franklin.ö
ôMr. President? Deputy Director Hayworth is now functioning as the acting Director. With his qualifications, heÆd be easily able to pass muster and be confirmed by the Senate.ö
Martin snorted. ôRobert Hayworth is the last man I want to be in charge of the CIA. The manÆs a nightmare.ö
A holdover from the previous Administration, Deputy Director Hayworth as a career CIA man and had served with the Agency for the majority of his adult life first as an analyst and then on to higher positions. Unfortunately his length of service was only matched by his partisanship. The man was a nightmare to work with, especially in joint operations with the other arms of government, especially the greater intelligence community as a whole.
With Hayworth it was always his way or the highway. If he didnÆt get what he wanted, like a five year old child he would threaten to withdrawal the support of his Agency and its resources. Martin remembered countless times that either he, Franklin, or Gomez had to put him in his place and remind him who exactly was in charge.
Martin was willing to bet money, marbles and chalk that if Hayworth wasnÆt there half of the problems plaguing the Intelligence Community would disappear in almost an instant.
ôMr. President, with all due respect we canÆt appoint a new Director from outside the Agency. The fallout from FranklinÆs bungle will demand that we appoint someone within the CIA.ö
ôI know,ö Martin. ôI have an idea about who I want for the job.ö
ôWhy do I have an inkling that IÆm not going to like this?ö Gomez asked rhetorically.
The Next Day
Bartowski Residence, Burbank
ôHoney! Wake up!ö yelled Michelle Bartowski.
ôWhaaà?ö groaned her husband, Chuck Bartowski tiredly as he moved slightly trying to remain asleep.
ôYouÆre going to be lake for work!ö She yelled, fuming. She loved the man, but sometimes she did wish he were a bit more responsible for once.
ôWhat time is it?ö Chuck asked as he sprang out of bed, now suddenly awake and running to the shower.
ôSeven forty five.ö
ôFrak!ö
Michelle could not but help but laugh. Her husband couldnÆt even bring himself to swear unless it was from science fiction. ôOnce a geek always a geek.ö
ôThatÆs nerd to you!ö retorted Chuck from the shower. If only they knew, he thought.
Fifteen Minutes Later
ôSo kids, what are you all doing today?ö Chuck asked as he munched on his cereal, fully immersed in his ægeeky dad personaÆ, as he called it.
While CIA policy allowed serving agents to disclose their true careers to their spouse and children, once they had reached an appropriate age of course. It wouldnÆt be good for your three year old to blab to their friends that their daddy was a CIA Agent, after all. Chuck had opted to keep his true career and activities secret. Reasoning, that it was better that his family remain ignorant of his true activities.
To his family and friends, Chuck Bartowski wasnÆt a veteran CIA Agent with over two decades experience in covert operations. Chuck Bartowski was just merely a simple information security consultant who had the unenviable job of going across the country to repair and fix corporate mainframes after they had been taken over by hackers.
According to his wife and kids, the biggest overgrown geek in the world. If anyone asked if Chuck Bartowski was a member of the CIA, theyÆd laugh in their face. To them he was a clumsy but loveable buffoon of a dad, incapable of anything remotely related to being a spy. And that was the way he liked it.
Maybe he should have told them he thought. He frowned the time for disclosure was long gone. As sweet and patient that Michelle was, he doubted that Michelle would forgive him for hiding a secret this big from her. The fact that her husband was not who he said he was, no matter what good intentions there were would devastate her and the children. For their sake and his, heÆd take his secrets to the grave and no one would be the wiser.
ôNothing just soccer practice dad,ö replied his son as he was buttering his toast, bringing him back into reality.
Fifteen year old Mark Morgan Bartowski was the eldest of his two children. At five feet eight, it was clear that he had inherited his fatherÆs height and lanky build. Chuck wouldnÆt be surprised by the time the boy stopped growing, heÆd tower over him.
ôWhatÆs a matter honey? You seemed lost in thought?ö Michelle asked, concerned.
ôNothing. Just thinking about the last job I had to do,ö Chuck replied.
ôAh the good old folks at LanTech having trouble again with theiràwhat do you call them?ö Chuck laughed mentally. Even after sixteen years of marriage, his wife was still completely ignorant of computers and willfully so, refusing to learn anything connected to his job. While a part of him was republished by his wifeÆs lack of interest in his æjobÆ, he did admit that this was
ôServers dear,ö he replied. ôStupid idiots still havenÆt updated their firewalls. Removing that virus from their entire system was a pain.ö
ôIt must have been horrible!ö
ôYeah it was,ö he replied. He couldnÆt exactly reveal that he had been involved in the defection of a mid level diplomatic official from the Russian Federation. It was the truth, well from a certain point of view according to the venerable Obi-Wan Kenobi. But nevertheless it was true; the job was a bitch and half.
ôAnd you Sammy?ö
Born fifteen minutes after her brother, his daughter had been surprise, albeit a very happy one.
Since he and his wife only expecting one child, they were completely unprepared for the arrival of a second.
When asked the babyÆs name, Chuck had insisted on the name Samantha Lisa Bartowski. Surprised at her normally easy-going husbandÆs insistence, Michelle had asked why he had chosen that name. Chuck quickly told her that he liked the name and had always wanted to give the name to one of his children.
After all, Chuck couldnÆt tell her the truth. It didnÆt take a master spy to know that his wife would not take it well that he had named his only daughter after the woman who had stolen his heart, CIA Agent Samantha Lisa Watterson, more commonly known by her alias Sarah Walker who had fallen in the line of duty long before his daughter had been born.
Chuck knew that despite his dearest wishes, Sarah was dead and had been that way for nineteen years. He had realized that and accepted it years ago. Naming her after Sarah wouldnÆt bring her back. His daughter and Sarah were nothing alike; after all they were two different people. However by naming her after Sarah, it was his hidden way of honoring and remembering the woman who he had loved so dearly.
ôIÆm going to be brining home Devin to meet you,ö his youngest told him nonchalantly, either not knowing or caring that those words struck fear into the hearts of fathers worldwide.
ôAnd who is this Devin?ö ChuckÆs eyes narrowed.
ôDaad,ö she said stretching out his name in exasperation, ôremember I told you last week. HeÆs my boyfriend.ö
ôReally,ö he said flatly. WeÆll see about that. There was no way in heaven or earth that he would let his daughter start dating now. She was way too young.
His wife shot him a warning look. He frowned. TheyÆd talk about this later. ôWell kids, have a good day at school,ö he said as he got out of his chair.
ôBye honey,ö his wife said as she kissed him before he went out the door.