Ok, this is my second fanfic, if you've read my first, you'll know this is totally different, but it's auslly all the way, hope you like it and review, also constructive criticism welcome.

Chapter 1

Ally's POV

I walk down the black corridor to the conference room, annoyed. Seriously I just got back from my mission yesterday, and they know I have a 2 day period off before I'm called back in, it's so annoying, I'm tired, I have jet lag and I'm hung-over, for god's sake. I let out an annoyed groan. I walk into the conference room and flop on the sofa, in the corner. What I'm 18, and I get seriously grouchy in the morning, also my dad's, my boss so he doesn't mind me flopping onto the couch. I look at my dad and say "What!"

He groans "Ally sit up this is important,"

I sigh and sit up, and address my dad, "Dad, I got back from, my mission yesterday, you know not to call me until, 2 days after I'm back,"

He sighs "I know sweetie, but today is an exception,"

"Why, what have I done now, the mission was a huge success."

"It's not to do with the mission sweetie," he says, I look at him confused.

"Then what is this about?" I ask forgetting my fatigue.

"Sweetie, we believe your life may be in danger," I roll my eyes

"Daddy, my life is always in danger its part of being a spy," He sighs

"I mean sweetie, this danger is directed at you, not a mission, someone is after you, you do realise you're a huge threat for major organisations, because you are so good at such a young age. You're now the third best in the world." He explains, my eyes widening in shock.

"Third best, what happened to Taylor and Jackson, I was fifth best last time I checked," My dad chuckles softly.

"Sweetie, you became third best, 5 missions ago, so far you have had 1000 missions, and have never failed 1, another 500 missions you'll be beating your mom, and in another 1000 you'll be beating me and you're only 18, that's why you are a huge threat" I look at him shocked, what I don't keep tabs on how many missions I've done, I thought I had done a lot less than that.

"Bu…but, you'll be doing missions to so I can't ever be the best," I point out still shocked. My dad chuckles again, and again I'm confused.

"Sweetie, but unlike you, me and your mom do fail our missions, sometimes, you haven't, that is also why you are a threat, people are scared of you."

"Oh, so what am I going to do," I ask

"Well, me and your mom, think it's best if you go into hiding until, this is cleared up, so we're moving to Miami, and you'll be enrolled in the local high school, Marino High School I think it's called, and I'll buy a shop so you have a reason why you moved ok."

"What, Miami, High School, I haven't been to High School since I was 10," OK here is a fact not only am I a spy, but also a genius I graduated High School at 10 years old with honours, and then I went straight into the CIA to become a spy and then I was on my first mission less than a year later, so High School been there, done that.

"Yes High School, you have to blend in so just say you were home-schooled till then. Ok. Now what type of shop should I buy, you get to choose the type of shop and the name," He tells, I automatically perk up, I think for a bit, then it comes to me, a store filled with my favourite things.

"A music store, filled with every instrument imaginable, called Sonic Boom, and a practice room upstairs, for me to chill and practice my music, and I get to design the store and my practice room," I reply in a rush, causing my dad to smile, he knows I have a passion for music, if I wasn't a spy I would be a musician.

"I should of guessed, but I'm glad to see you smiling, we leave tomorrow, I'll get on the phone, and arrange for a shop, then in 2 days the designers will come in and you can boss them about, so go home and pack, also buy some new clothes if you want, and stuff for your new room," my dad says, throwing his shiny gold credit card at me, and then something comes to me after I catch it in mid-air.

"Dad, where will we be living?" I ask curious.

He smiles, "You know that, house we stayed 3 years ago that huge mansion, that I said we rented…" I nod my head remembering that huge mansion, I loved it there, my dad continues "…well I lied it wasn't rented, we actually own it," I smile happily, I loved that house.

"Really, YAY, we're going back there, Yes!" I jump up and down happily, a goofy smile on my face, my dad smiling happily.

"If you like sweetie, you can also use the designers to design your room," my dad says, I stare at him.

"Seriously, you mean it!" I ask, my dad nods his head, and I run up to him and give him a massive huge.

"Yay, thank you, thank you!" Still hugging him.

"Ok sweetie, now let me make the arrangements and you can go shopping ok" I nod, I put my dad's credit card in my purse and kiss him on the cheek, and wave at him and leave the room, and walk down the corridor, to the lobby, where outside the limo is waiting for me, who says spying doesn't pay. I tell the driver to head to the mall, for my shopping spree, smiling I couldn't wait now to move to Miami, maybe going into hiding, won't be so bad after all.