DISCLAIMER: As much as it pains me to say, I do not in fact own Alex Rider or any of the characters from the books, yes I'm quite upset about it actually… Anyway. I own all other characters introduced except those from the books by Anthony Horowitz. Kthxbye.

ALL AMERICAN TROUBLE

Chapter One: America?

Looking at the screen, he smirked at the figure. He'd been watching her for weeks knowing that she would soon be needed other places. Sure, most people that met her realized she was quite talented in everything that she did, they all knew she was incredibly bright, even if she did choose not to show it at all moments in the day. She was the perfect All American Teen. Of course, little did this teen know that her world was probably going to be changing very, very, very soon.

Once again he had found himself sitting opposite of probably the person he hated most in his life. Okay, so he didn't really hate him, but he strongly disliked him. In all truth, he didn't care if Alan Blunt KNEW that he strongly disliked him. After the hell that he'd been put through? Psh. Mr. Blunt should just be happy that he was currently still sitting there after the last mission he'd done, of course, it hadn't exactly been MI6 that employed him… That was a whole different story though.

"Alex, I'm happy you showed," a kinder voice spoke. This voice belong to Mrs. Jones, her first name was Tulip though. Alex actually would never blame her for never being called by her first name. What kind of name was Tulip? Oh well, he wouldn't be a prick about it.

"I'm sure you are," he muttered under his breath. Alex had never truly liked working for MI6, in fact he just about hated it. Whenever he was sent by them somewhere he came back home more dead than alive. He'd faced madman after madman and yet, he was still being used and/or lent out to other agencies. He was starting to feel like an old, battered library book. That must be a great feeling.

Even thought Blunt heard him, he chose to ignore the fact of what Alex had said. It was of no importance besides the fact that he already knew Alex didn't like him. Of course, even if Alex kept continuously saying he didn't want to be a spy, he kept coming back. It showed a bit about his character, it showed his curiosity. This current mission they were about to send him out on, well, it would probably be somewhat interesting for Alex. The file before him gave all information they needed, of course, it was probably going to be difficult to get him to agree, maybe.

"We need you to go to America again," Blunt told him, his voice showed no more emotion than it ever did, it almost made want Alex to sigh out of annoyance.

"Again?! Why! Last time I went there I was practically killed, MORE THAN ONCE!" he said standing up, his annoyance now being present on his face as he turned to walk out the door. He caught Mrs. Jones' eye and noticed a certain spark of amusement in them. Did she really find this funny? Probably.

"Well you'll be in of no danger this time, we just need you to go and meet someone there," Mrs. Jones added, nodding her head slightly.

This was the statement that made Alex stop and turn, blinking confusedly, he looked from one to the other. They wanted him to meet someone? Who? Why did they need him to meet this person?

"Why?" he asked, his eyebrow raising. This was a different request from them. He wasn't completely sure if he should be happy because it was probably something that would less likely have him killed or be more afraid because what if they were sending him to meet some other madmen and he got thrown into something else?

At his question, Mr. Blunt pressed a button on his desk, instantly the screens behind him came alive. Pictures and information scanned the screens and then they froze.

Alex was currently looking at a picture probably ten times the original size. It showed a smiling brunette, her blue eyes shining with a certain joy, yet there was a certain fire to them.

"What does she have to do with you lot?" he asked rather bluntly, no pun intended.

"She's moving to London," was the respond he got.

"Because?" he asked them once again knowing it would be a game of back and forth until they gave him all the information they would, even if he should need more.

"Her father got a new job," Mrs. Jones replied with another nod.

"Was that your doing?" he asked crossing his arms.

"It may have been," Blunt spoke, his tone annoyed at Alex's questioning.

"Just tell me what she has to do with you and I'll stop asking questions…" he said with a small shrug.

Feeling defeated, Blunt nodded his head and turned to look at the screen behind him. Mrs. Jones then handed Alex a file folder.

"Her names Taylor Greene. She's fourteen, just a few months younger than you. She's a gymnast, a guitarist, a dancer, and a singer. She plays volleyball and is also on the cheerleading squad and the track team. She's an avid reader and she is quite bright," Mrs. Jones said as he flipped through the folder looking at the pictures as well as the information they had on her. "She is also a first grade dan, like yourself. She bilingual and she's very athletic."

"Is that all?" Alex questioned not looking up form the folder. So far, from looking at the file, he currently found out all of her favorite things and a brief history of her. The history he'd look at later though. He currently knew that her favorite colors were blue and green, she loved animals, particularly marine mammals and dogs, her favorite book was I Know What You Did Last Summer by Lois Duncan, her favorite movie was Accepted, her favorite TV show was FRIENDS and Hannah Montana. He'd also found out she loved music and her favorite band was one he'd never heard of.

"Well, you'll find out more if you accept to go and meet her…" Mrs. Jones said with a small nod.

"Why do I need to meet her again?" he asked them, finally looking up, his fair hair falling into his eyes.

"We want her to work for us," were the words spoken by Alan Blunt just as in America, the eight o'clock bell was ringing and the brunette in question was going to be late for her Algebra class.