Hi, my name is Agent Striker…I have 3 other stories on fan fiction but this is my first Gallagher Girls fic. I seriously have read the books 3 times each but the second on is my fav!!!!! Ewww…Josh!! (I'm bias though… I read the 2nd one not knowing it was a series and well…MY BAD!!!) Okay enough about me…On to the story! (Oh, and I own nothing!!)

I took a deep breath and stepped onto the huge jet liner's loading platform. I easily climbed the steps and at the top I turned into the setting sun to wave at my Mom. Yea, I'm aware that spies should never look back but…hey I'm going to London for the entire winter break and I won't see her again until school starts. So I ignored my many years of training and waved. The beautiful lady smiled and waved, urging me onto the plane. I smiled back and turned to the plane with a new sense of excitement. Before I could walk onto the plane by myself, a cappuccino colored arm forcefully yanked me on board. As I rubbed my newly sore wrist I said to my best friend, "Geeze Bex, I was coming! You didn't have to dislocate my wrist!"

Bex Baxter simply rolled her eyes and in her rich British accent said, "You want me to really dislocate it?"

I laughed and shook my heads knowing that if I gave Bex the chance she would be VERY tempted to try. We took our seats as the pilot of the Baxter's private plane commanded us to sit down, "Bex and company," (I'm guessing I'm 'company'?) "You better have your butts in those seats and the seat belts buckled in three seconds or else…"

The pilot left the threat hanging in the air. I whispered to Bex as the plane began to taxi down the long runway, "What's with the pilot? He seems kinda…"

"Grumpy? Yea, that's Jake for you," She glanced at my face and said "Don't worry Cam, he's retired MI5."

I forced a smile and looked out toward the rapidly sinking sun. I'll rewind for those of you who don't know me. My name is Cameron Ann Morgan and I'm a spy…okay, a spy in training. I attend Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women also know as a school for trainee spies, grades seven to twelve. Life was pretty normal until I met a boy from town…who had/has no idea I'm a spy. The next semester there was the visit from a group of Blackthorne boys. That really rocked our world at Gallagher, those boys…well one boy in particular, was brimming over with confidence, smirks, "Spy"s and even a pretty fair amount of sweetness. Then a certain trip to Boston turned from fun to terror (And a certain Blackthorne boy I saw had nothing to do with the terror…I think…I hope). After my roommate Macy McHenry, yes, the senator's daughter and I were attacked on the roof and things pretty much went down hill from there. After months of research we discovered that it wasn't Macey the Circle of Cavan, also know as CoC, was after me. Yep, me, the fatherless, boring pavement artist. The CoC seem to have it in for me. They shot a very dear member of my family and they hurt my friend. The CoC is one of the reasons I'm on an eight hour flight to London, England. If you guessed I'm on the, on the lamb, you pretty much right. This is going to be a very interesting break.

I let out a small sigh and Bex turned toward me with a smile, "Why don't you take a nap? I wake you when we can see London."

I nodded mutely and pulled my jacket tighter around my shoulders and leaned my head against the window. It wasn't really my forest green jacket. It belonged to a certain boy named Zach, a boy I haven't seen since the CoC tried to kill me and shot my aunt. I guess you could call it a security blanket. I gently slipped my hand into the left hand pocket and felt the paper of a note that had been in the pocket when Zach lost it. It simply said:

Have fun in London

-Z

I smiled and settled into a deep sleep. Although it was a deep sleep, it was anything but peaceful. Images of my friends, the night in Washington D.C., of my Aunt Abby bleeding on the road, and Zach pushing me against the wall raced through my heard. Screaming echoed through the dream and a gold ring kept appearing.

Before I knew what was happening Bex was shaking my arm urgently telling me it was okay. I looked groggily at her and she said simply, "You were screaming."

I nodded and turned my face from her. It had been so hard; the dreams kept coming back, like I was missing something…If they would only tell me what.

Well there you have it, chapter one!!!!! Please review and tell me what you think!!

-Agent Striker