After his last mission Alex Rider was given a one week holiday in the resort town of Porto Vecchio. While there he repeatedly runs into a mysterious girl, before M16 ships him off on another mission. Can he complete his mission and discover the secrets of the girl's past? Read and Review Please!!!!

A girl with curly brown hair crept slowly down the hallway toward the large cherry door at the end of the hall. She stepped lightly and her footsteps made no sound on the hard white marble floors, having discarded her shoes earlier. On her right was a floor length wall of mirrors, she paused to look at her reflection. Soft brown curls fell around her face which was pale and her eyes had deep circles around them.

Anyone who gave her one glance would have said she needed some sleep, and she would have fiercely disagreed with them, she didn't need sleep, she needed answers, answers that had been out of her grasp for so long, maybe she would get them tonight, or maybe it would be another hundred years, but she had to try, and she would never be able to live with herself if she didn't. Once she received her answers, then she would get some sleep, but not until then.

Halting she listened, her short white skirt fluttered in the breeze, a window on the left side of the hallway stood open. She popped out the screen and climbed through, careful not to make a sound. On the inside of the manor to the left of the window, was a door that led to a room she had been inside of only once, when she was six.

Her father used to leave the door open, she used to be able to peak in whenever she wanted, but one day she wandered into the office. There were two rooms, one, the one directly entered through the door was a large and spacious sitting room, with skylights and white furniture and carpet. The other room was a large office, when she had been in there she got a brief glimpse but she could not bring her self to remember the details. As a young girl she had enjoyed playing with her dolls in the sitting room, after her mother passed away when she was four she liked being closer to her father, even if it meant sitting outside his office as her worked. He always left the door unlocked, but she never went in there, he had specifically told her not to, and she obeyed, until one day.

It was one of those days that she never forgot, like the day she was told her mother had died or the day she was forced to move from her small cottage like home in St. Louis to the large cold modern one in Washington D.C.

She had been hungry and she ought to have head down to the kitchen to ask the cook to make her something for lunch but she had been craving McDonalds, and she knew the cook always made healthy food, but her dad, if she was lucky, might abandon his desk and they could hop in the car and drive the 20 minutes to McDonalds. She slowly pushed the cherry door open and found her father sitting at a huge desk talking into his cell phone, even six years later she still remembered his words, "Send 50 more, he must be captured!"

She remembered the look on his face when he turned around at the sound of the door; it was a mixture of horror and pure anger, "Get out! Haven't I told you never to come in here? Get out this instant and NEVER come in again! Do you hear me?"

After that she had bolted out of the room, not to return for years. It was this memory that flashed through her head as she stood outside, with the widow she had just come out of to her right and the window to the forbidden room right in front of her. She popped the screen right off of it, the entrance to their manor was so heavily secured that her father had not bothered to have alarms installed on the windows. She took a deep breath, lifted up the window, and stepped inside.

The room had the air of something that had become neglected, she knew that lately her father had been at the office, where ever that was, she didn't even know what her father's job was. Once she had asked and he had vaguely told her he was a business man, to her that could mean numerous things, she wanted to know the truth, and that was why she was standing in a room that her father had repeatedly denied her entry to.

Her bare feet pounded across the white carpet, ears straining to hear the conversation taking place in her father's office, from what she could tell there were four people in there, it was odd, her father having guests at this hour, but then again nothing about her father was normal, his secretive manor, his sudden move from St. Louis to Washington D.C., and even when they were in St. Louis, he never seemed to be home and her mother would never explain why.

The voices were hushed so it was difficult to discern what they were saying, but she managed to determine they were all male and seemed to be concerned. On the other side of the door she could hear the four men rise and begin walking toward the door, now she could hear their conversation clearly, "We are talking about a threat to the entire country here, and this is no laughing matter, you cannot just sit there and pretend nothing happened, luckily the system caught it and we were able to rid ourselves of it before it got close enough for the people to realize, but what if we hadn't? Just consider the panic that would ensue." The person's voice seemed oddly familiar, as though she had heard it before.

But if that statement managed to shock her it was nothing compared to the next one, "Just remember, as the head of the CIA it is you job to find out where the threat came from and eliminate it." the voice she had heard often, she always watched his speeches on TV.

"And it is your job, as the head of M16 to assist in anyway possible, the Untied States is our ally and we shall assist them." this was spoken by the first man.

"Well we at the CIA greatly appreciate M16's help Mr. Blunt, it was very nice meeting you and I plan to…" her father broke off as he opened the door and saw her standing on the other side sitting on his couch with legs and arms crossed.

His face went white and he managed to stutter, "How much did you hear?"

It was the only time she had heard her father stutter, and she knew she had stumbled onto something big, "Enough." she replied, "Enough to know that you are not a business man, enough to know that you are the head of the CIA." she spoke the last few words with such a ferocity that she could almost sense her father recoil.

"I also heard enough to know that the people with you are not some co-workers, they are none other then the President of the United States, the Prime Minister of Great Britain, and the head of M16, Alan Blunt, so don't you dare give me some crappy lie of yours!"

The three men standing near her father seemed to retreat slightly as though they wanted to put as much distance between themselves and the girl as possible, they appeared to briefly have a look of shock on their faces that a twelve year old girl managed all of this on her own. "What do I have to do to get you to be quiet about all of this?" he asked his daughter.

"I want to be told the truth, I want answers!" he looked stunned at these words and paused for a few moments.

The head of the CIA finally broke down and said in a quiet voice to his daughter, "What do you want to know?"

She replied with a little smirk, "Everything."

Hope you enjoyed it!!! The next chapters will be up soon.

-Marissa