A/N: Okay, so I was rereading Cross My Heart and Hope TO Spy at B&N today and decided that I really love the series and couldn't let it be and wait for her to write some more. The rating is just in case!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher Girls series. I wish I did. It's pretty amazing.

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Mr. Solomon had taken us out of Countries of the World (COW) to get us to take part in a Covert Operations (CoveOps) pop quiz. He had these so often, I'm surprised he can even get away with it. No matter, the junior class was just glad to be out of COW, seeing as we were discussing a tribe of cannibals who were still around. Not lots of fun looking at their modern victims, honestly.

"Ms. Baxter," our CoveOps teacher's voice said solemnly through the comms unit in our ears. We were walking around the town of Roseville, Virginia, playing a little game of tag and hide and seek mixed into one. We had our order of who to give the quarter to, but the idea was not to be found by the person looking for us. "Someone just got out of the bakery, describe them – but only physical characteriscs."

"Female, about sixteen or seventeen, tall, slim," Rebecca Baxter, one of my roommates, was the daughter of two MI6 spies, more commonly known as Bex, said just as solemnly as she spotted the Subject. "Long, dark brown hair tied back to one side with side-swept bangs, blue or green eyes hidden behind square, two-toned glasses," she continued and sounded as if she were done. I could hear Solomon take a breath before she added: "Very leggy." I swear I heard Solomon chuckle through the comms unit before saying: "Good job, Ms. Baxter," he told her, as if he had been expecting her to get the answer wrong.

"Ms. Morrison, what color was the fifth cake to the Subject's left?" Solomon asked and I heard Mick reply "pink" almost as instantly as his question finished. With another brief congratulatory remark, Solomon moved on. "Ms. McHenry, without turning around, when was the bakery founded."

As Macey McHenry, another roommate of mine, answered with the year from a few decades ago, I took a turn down the corner and found the Subject. She was really rather pretty. I wasn't sure why Solomon had us describing her while trying to get us to play tag-slash-hide-and-seek with each other. What was so special about her? I decided to talk to my roommates about it later as Solomon asked Tina Walters to describe the girl's purse – which was, as I noticed, a pretty big, lavender Gucci bag, if you care to know.

"Ms. Morgan," the voice said in my ear as the girl turned to head towards my general direction. "Describe her outfit – from toe to head." That was a rather odd direction, but I went along with it.

"Black flip-flops, mid-thigh jean mini-skirt, purple long-sleeved shirt, dark purple scarf with some sort of insignia on it, and a dark purple headband," I said in a monotone voice, dodging a calm-looking Anna Fetterman as she searched the streets for me – she was given the assignment to tag me, the Chameleon. I felt sort of sorry for her, really.

"Ms. Fetterman," Joe Solomon continued, as if he was reading my mind about my classmates. "Tell me what the insignia on her scarf is for," he instructed and I saw Anna use her peripheral vision to glance at the girl and I saw her mouth fall open as she gasped. "Ms. Fetterman, composure," Solomon said firmly and she went back to looking casually ignorant, as the rest of the crowd was. "Tell me."

"The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women," Anna told her comms unit indifferently and I heard a collective gasp from my sisterhood. That's when I realized what was so special about this girl. I caught Bex's eye as she nodded and Macey whispered a quiet "oh" into her unit as it dawned on her as well.

"Ladies, can one of you tell me what the Subject has been doing all day?" Solomon asked, almost mockingly, but mostly in an amused tone.

"Tailing us," Bex, Macey, and I whispered as everyone else kept quiet, either still stunned or truly clueless to the answer.

"Please meet your new classmate, girls," Solomon said before loudly saying, "Everyone back to the van!" The Gallagher Girls wasted no time in moving towards the van. Same order as our tag game, we headed towards the vehicle in three-minute intervals. I was the last one in and sat next to all my stunned classmates and a smug looking Joe Solomon. The van sat still for a few moments and I started wondering whether we were in my super-genius roommate, Elizabeth 'Liz' Sutton's new soundless, motionless, eco-friendly van when the door opened to reveal our new classmate.

"Hi there," she said cheerfully to everyone as she slipped into the seat next to me. The whole van – sans Mr. Solomon – stared at her incredulously, as if it were normal for a girl to simply slip into a van where the majority of its occupants didn't even know her name. When no one replied to her, she simply shrugged and pushed her bangs behind her ears only to have them fall into her eyes again.

When the van reached the grounds and made a complete stop, the girls all piled out, obviously anxious to get to their dorms and gossip about the newest addition to the junior class. Bex, Macey, and I were the last to leave.

"Good job out there, Ms. Goode," I heard Solomon say as he slid the van's door shut. The three of us stopped in our tracks, my eyes as wide as plates, when we heard her name. "You were trained well – despite the lack of…traditionalism in your training," he continued, and I couldn't tell whether or not he was angry about it, or impressed. There was a silent 'thank you' before Solomon strode past us.

"Get to your next class, ladies," he said unfalteringly when he was about twenty feet ahead of us.

"He's something, isn't he?" the girl asked, a chuckle in her tone, and the three of us jumped and turned around to look at her. None of us had heard or felt her come up behind us. She gave off an air of innocence – naïveté – but I could tell it was all a façade.

She was good. She was very good. But who was she?

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A/N: What did you guys think? Good or bad, let me know!

- Kalie