Quick A/N: I fixed the names that I realized I messed up bad. So this is a quick fix is all. Sorry! Even if no one is reading...

The streets of London were cold but not quiet. It was the best snow fall the city had seen in a long time so naturally, everyone was out, enjoying the heavy snowfall. Well, mostly everyone. I, myself, happened to be out and trying to forget. What better way than to take a stroll to one of the busiest parts of London? I stuffed my hands deeper in my pockets as I sat down on an empty bench and began to watch everything going on around me as some were ice skating.

People watching is a great exercise for your spying abilities. You can simply read people by their actions, what they say and how they react in a situation. Though most of the people I was watching right now were teens, it was the adults that intrigued me the most. Though they weren't that noticeable, a majority of them wore a communication set in their ears. The ones who were all connected together were watching the perimeter and glancing out to the ice rink to check on the ones they were protecting. I recognized a few as MI6 and I started to look for the ones they were protecting. Two girls were skating around by themselves laughing and giggling like any normal school girls would. But I could tell instantly that they were not normal. Not if they had MI6 protecting them. One of them skillfully turned on her heals and started to skate backwards as she spoke to her friend in a thick British accent. The other one replied in an American accent. I could only assume that they were talking about the boys behind them. The entire group was watching the two lone girls skating around and joking around. But there was one boy that stood out to me the most. His dark green eyes had never left the back of the American. Apparently the other girl knew him. Her eyes flashed with recognition and a little shock before she smiled coyly as she spoke to her American friend. The burnet turned her head slightly and spotted the boy as she looked back at her friend. I leaned on the arm rest.

'What is she going to do?'

She made a fake surprise face as she fell on the ice. Instantly, the entire group of boys rushed to her aid. All but the one. The American did a perfect turn and went to talk to the boy. I glanced around at the protection detail, who took sudden interest into what was going on. Did they recognize the boy too? Or were they worried that the girl had fallen? I stood and decided that I needed to hear what the girl and boy was saying. I grabbed a camera from an unsuspecting tourist and stood near the edge, pretending to take pictures of the birds on the walk.

"Has he checked in with the Baxters?" The boy asked a little desperately.

"I don't know." She answered a little quietly.

"Has he-"

"No one ever tells me anything, remember?" She asked. I could help but let a curiosity grow.

'What have I stumbled onto?'

"Let's go Cammie!" A man called out to the young American.

I turned in his direction and recognized the man's face. It was Abe Baxter. And next to him was his wife. Then that must've meant that the other girl was Rebecca, their only child. The Baxters and I have worked missions together before, but I had never met their daughter.

My phone vibrated and I knew they wanted me to come in. Sighing, I dropped the camera back where I had found it and turned my back on it all. Maybe it's best that I don't get involved at all. I was, after all, still on M's shitlist. My double-o status was in danger. I began to walk under the Tower of London and back to head quarters.

But when I got there, I was met by a rather nervous looking secretary.

"Excuse me sir, but M has requested your presence. Another mission."

"Of course. Take me in."

I followed her through all the courses and mazes of desks and rooms before we finally ended up in the proper place. I stepped through the doors and was welcomed by the familiar sight of a rather boring office.

"About time you got here."

The older woman swiveled around in her chair and faced me with those cold piercing eyes. I smirked back as I made myself comfortable in the large leather chair in front of her desk.

"Sorry, I tend to get distracted."

"Hmmm." Her eyes searched me before she faced away from me and clicked on her remote. The lights instantly dimmed and her wall was turned into a slide show. A picture of the girl I had seen earlier flashed on the screen and all information about her was displayed next to it. She was average for a teenager. Her eyes and hair were brown and nothing really stood out about her. She wore a school uniform with her school emblem on it. This picture was taken when she wasn't paying attention, or she didn't know it was taken.

"This is Cameron Ann Morgan, preferably called 'Cammie'. She's sixteen, but soon to turn seventeen. She goes to Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, where her mother, Rachel Morgan is the headmistress. Codename: Chameleon."

A picture showed up in the foreground and pushed everything back. The woman that looked at the both of us resembled the girl in many ways. She had the same look in her face. I stopped.

'Codename?'

"Rachel was an exceptional spy for the CIA, but after her husband had gone MIA, she took up her current job at Gallagher." Another picture showed up, pushing Rachel back as well.

"Matthew Morgan, CIA spy that has been reported MIA five years ago and presumed dead."

He was broad in the shoulders and very average height. I could see where Cameron got her eyes though. They were the exact same shade. The pictures flashed off and Cameron's profile showed up again.

"It is a given fact that an international terrorist organization, known as the Circle of Cavan, is absolutely dead set on kidnapping Miss Morgan."

"Why?"

"That is what we'd like to know." That was something a little new. M didn't know why. But I didn't get a chance to bask in her 'misfortune' as she moved on to the next agenda. There was a silent click as a picture popped up.

"This is-"

"Joe Solomon. I know him from anywhere."

It was true. I've worked a case with Solomon before, but it was a short and quick one. Not long enough to make us any closer than what we were.

"Right. He was a teacher at Gallagher Academy. But when the CIA tried to bring him in for questioning about the Cavan, he split. We know he is a member and he is trying to get close to Miss Morgan. We still have no idea where he's at, but we believe he'll try at whatever cost necessary to get a hold of her. Questions?"

I furrowed my eyebrows and scanned over all the details.

"Yeah. You said she had a codename?"

"Yes, I did not stutter." She responded icily. "Her codename is Chameleon. She's a pavement artist."

I stopped again.

"A pavement artist? What exactly does Gallagher teach over there?"

A smirk formed on the older woman's face.

"Gallagher is a spy school for girls. You have a single mission. Protect Cameron Morgan from being captured by the CoC."

A spy school? For girls?

'This is madness!'

"And how will I do this?"

"You'll be put on staff. Their P&E teacher has been called out on a special mission for the break and will not be back in time for the final semester."

"What about Solomon's place? Who's going to cover that?"

"It seems as if Mr. Edward Townsend is."

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on the arm rest.

"Townsend is covering that class?"

"Yes, he is. He's the one in charge of finding out about the Cavan and it seems logical to put him that class room."

"Am I being punished?"

She blinked in surprise but quickly covered it back up.

"Excuse me?"

I stood up in front of her desk and shoved my hands into my pockets.

"I'm a double-o status agent, M. I've done so many unspeakable things. But now, I'm a babysitter? It feels like I'm being punished is all. Like this is a little slap on the wrist for my misbehaviors."

Her eyes flashed as she stood up.

"No. I'm making you do this because you're one of our best. And it takes the best to keep this girl safe. You will leave soon for Gallagher Academy. In a few days, they will open back up for the rest of the semester. You will meet with agent Townsend there. He has other matters to attend to. You'll find all the information and files that you will need when you go to pick up your equipment. You're dismissed Bond."

I smirked again and left the room only to find myself in utter chaos. Agents were pushing past one another, trying to get to the front. I grabbed the secretary that had brought me to M's office and instantly interrorgated her.

"What's going on?"

She looked up and clung tightly onto her books.

"It was Joe Solomon, sir. He just attacked Cameron Morgan and slipped away."

Just as she spoke, Townsend had passed me with the said girl in tow. For a spy, it was like she had forgotten everything that she had been taught. She kept saying the same thing over.

"He's not the bad guy."

She brushed past me and softly muttered an apology. But I didn't say anything as I watched her follow an angry Townsend. Maybe it was best that I did get in on the case after all.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first crack at a Gallagher Girl and James Bond! And definitely my first cross over. I've never done one before. It's based off of obviously GG4, but it's my version of what would happen with James Bond in the mix. I'm sorry to disappoint you if I don't write in Cammie's p.o.v. But this is an experiment story for me. Warning: I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this, so updates may not be as frequent as some would like. But please, let me know what you think about it, and leave a review or even just say hi. I need to know if there's people who are willing to read it! Thanks if you even opened it up to look at it!

Love,

Jazzy