Live and Let Spy

by TeaandLanaDelRey

What if Cammie never attended the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, but was trained at home by her family? What if the notorious Chameleon has become a legend? And what if a simple prank lands her attending the school as a guest? The usual pairings, rating is T, but subject to change.

1. Alea iacta est

Hey there Loveys!

This is my first Gallagher Girls fan fiction so I'm super psyched to be writing for you guys! This story is my take on Cammie it she'd been raised in A. a very different way B. had very different experiences and C. my own take on her character in general. So please, no flames on her being out of character! My favorite part of writing fan fiction on this site is making my readers happy so feel free to review your thoughts and how you'd like to see the story unfold! However, please keep in mind that although I'm open to all your ideas and welcome constructive criticism or thoughts that this is a compromise of everyones story, including mine, and I'm not going to put in things that my brain child can't or refuses to adapt to. So now, without further ado, I present the first chapter of Live and Let Spy, 'Alea iacta est', or, 'The dice has been cast'.

*Live and Let Spy* Live and Let Spy*Live and Let Spy*

So I cash my cheques an place my bets, And hope I'll always win

Even if I don't I'm f**cked because, I live a life of sin

But it's alright, I don't give a damn

I don't play your rules I make my own

Tonight, I'll do what I want,

'Cuz I can….

~'Cuz I can, Pink

Chapter 1, Alea iacta est

To any passerby I would seem like an ordinary girl, on an ordinary day, doing ordinary teenage-girlish things. If you, who I'm going to assume have at least level 7 clearance or higher considering you're reading my field journal, haven't figured it out yet, I'm no regular girl. There is never an ordinary day. And today I will, and already am, partaking in things foreign to most teenage girls. Things like plotting, planning, and executing ways to cause a… stir, amongst my godfather's…studious flock.

In all truth, I'm not even known to be a girl amongst most. I am simply 'The Chameleon', a legend throughout the spy world and the inspiration, or hero even, of many aspiring spies. However, to friends, who are few, and family, I am Cameron Ann Morgan. Or Cammie.

I open my laptop to check Joey's progress. 20 minutes till both the girl's and boy's vans arrive. It's a risky business Joey's dipping his toes in here; having them come together and unknowingly face off in a mission then expecting a seamless exchange to occur in just a month, which I'd also learned about while simultaneously hacking into Joseph dear's computer, sorting through the seldom written file, and bugging everything in sight. Yet, then again, Joey's always engaging in risky affairs. Luckily for him, I'll be here to…. help, this time 'round. (insert evil Cammie giggle here!)

I look up from my laptop and scan the crowd, pretending to be searching for someone in the crowd. The man in the plaid shirt and khakis is cheating on his wife, the women in the smart, navy-blue women's business suit just completed a successful exchange with her partner, an older, balding man in a Forbes suit, now carrying a brown briefcase acquired from the women, and the man in a worn, black leather jacket, with ruffled, dark hair is my godfather, Joe Solomon. A strange specimen indeed.

I act like I've spotted my companion because, well I suppose I have, and put away my laptop before swinging my messenger bag over my shoulder and slipping into the crowd so Joe won't spot me. I walk towards the East wing of the Smithsonian and slip into the Modern Art Museum. I enter the nearest bathroom and quickly find myself in the rather large handicapped stall.

I immediately flip open my messenger bag and sort through my bundle of neatly packed wires and other tools while reflecting on my actions. I really should have let that little kid with the crutches in first…. But there is no way I'm missing my chance to mess with Joey's kiddo's… I quickly brush off the guilt and set up my comms unit, that I've concealed in my favorite sunglasses. Using my laptop I hack into Joe's comms network. Smiling to myself I put my laptop back into my bag and flush the toilet before marching out of the stall feeling utterly, 100% satisfied with myself.

After washing my hands and exiting the building I take out my phone and pretend to call someone,

"Hey Joey!"

"Hi Camster, whacha need?"

"So I heard you and some friends were gonna be hanging 'round the National Mall and I decided to join the fun!", I heard Joe groan on the other end of the comms and mentally patted myself on the back, "So I guess I'll be seeing 'ya around! Kisses!" I then proceeded to pretend to end a call and returned my phone to my back pocket before hanging my sunglasses off the front of my tank top.

Scanning the crowd I search for any spy action and it begins to unfold right in front of me. They're good, I'll give them that. Using all the right techniques. Just not good enough to outsmart The Chameleon. I sit down at a nearby branch and get my book out of my bag, opening it to where the page is about .3 centimeters longer than the others. Now I'm sure that "The Fault in Our Stars", is actually quite a good book, but right now I was more interested in the information I'd concealed there. The mission Overview.

The girls, who will be from here on known as subject A are to practice counter-surveilence and return to the designated destination, which will from here on be referred to as The Ruby Slippers, without a tail, or the boys, who will, from now on be subject B, who will be practicing the art of tailing and must follow their tail back to an unknown destination,(The Ruby Slippers). If subject A returns to The Ruby Slippers by 5:30 PM with a tail they may redeem themselves by identifying their tail, or subject B. Subject B will be in possession of their tailee's, Subject A's, file and tail them to The Ruby Slippers, unawares of Subject A's ultimate destination.

I close the book and place it back in my bag, Seems like it's time to beat some spies at their own game. I use my phone to control my hack into Joe's system and extend it so that I can be heard by all of those set up to use his network, or Subjects A and B. Using my voice distortion system I deliver a very important message, "Hello there kiddies, listen up real good cause there's been a slight change in plans. I'm now part of them and shall be known as the variable. Lets just say that you'll understand my purpose very soon. Right now, in fact. The girl standing by the Modern Art museum, platinum blonde hair that cannot be natural, and a crappy spray tan to go with too much make-up, has been compromised,"

Let the games begin….