Author's note: This is a Sequel to The Teenage Spies so if you haven't read that please find it and read it first.

Chapter One
Briefing

"Okay, this is just too beautiful right now. Oh, I can't help it! I'm not going to be able to stop crying until after the ceremony is over," Mandy said as quietly as she could with tears streaming down her face, meaning that she really couldn't help but cry for me and she had been crying for quite some time now. Thank goodness we had chosen to wear water proof makeup in case we had tears, because I was so happy, as were most of our friends that my dreams were actually finally coming true after all of these years of never believing they never actually would. I was positively sure I'd cry too at the ceremony and I was already because I was getting married to Trent.

They could tell my tears were running down my face even with my veil on. We had agreed to cover all avenues in case of unpredictable things happening. Mandy was crying already and had been ever since I had walked down the aisle in my Cinderella wedding dress (as most of my friends called it). It was small and tight at the top but big and puffy at the bottom

Mandy and Jessie had been chosen as my bridesmaids along with Jessica and Ashley. None of them where my maid-of-honor. I didn't have one of those because I loved all my sisters the same, so why choose one specifically to be the most important other than me at my wedding? It was hard enough to choose bridesmaids even though some of them had told me no way would they wear something that was silver, red, blue or violet. Because most of them looked good in darker colors, they were not going to were any of the colors I chose for a bridesmaid dresses. It was hard enough to convince Jessie to wear the blue and Ashley to wear the violet. I had finally gotten them to do it and they hadn't complained about the color yet and I hoped they wouldn't start because I wasn't going to change it now.

It was about two years since we had graduated from high school and Trent and I had dated a lot during that time. It was time to choose if we wanted to continue the relationship in the same way or take it to the next level. We took it beyond the next level.

Jessie groaned and moved her sore feet, irritated at her silver stilettos that I had chosen immediately when I saw them for the bridesmaid's shoes. "Did I really have to be here and stand the whole entire time in these kinds of shoes with these kind of heels?" Her feet were aching and felt like they were on fire because of the silver stilettos that matched the dress.

"Yes you did have to be here and standing because you're a bridesmaid too like me, Jessie," Mandy said, not as quietly as she had before, though she was still crying. "Will you quit complaining about all of this or ruining Danni's special day? It's getting annoying to me and everyone else here that you are not having a good time on Danni's wedding day. I know you don't like the shoes at all because of the heels but they are very cute if you think about it and they match the dresses we are all wearing. Besides, you didn't break them in before today so it's your own fault they're hurting your feet. I walked around in mine a lot before the wedding so mine were broken in and aren't hurting me. If you keep complaining you'll ruin Danni's wedding, so stop it before you hurt her feelings. You know how sensitive she is."

"Still, why did Danni have to have us wear these torturing heels anyway? I mean is she trying to kill us all off with them? Seriously. I'm so going to get rid of these as quickly as possible when this is all over. Why couldn't Danni find some flats or something more comfortable for us to wear other than these huge, ridiculous heels that matched this dress? I bet there are some silver flats or something with a smaller heel out there, but she didn't really look for them at all." Jessie retorted, wishing she could throw the shoes off. She swore she was going to throw them in the trash the first chance she got, not caring what anyone said.

"Girls, please be quiet. You're distracting a lot of people because even though you're whispering, you're being too loud," JJ whispered from the row in front of them to have them be quiet so they wouldn't be distracting to everyone. A lot of people were looking at them already because they were being a little too loud even though they were still whispering and some of the other HSR's were giggling because being quiet wasn't easy for us. In High School our teachers tried everything to shut us up, even putting us in ISP, but finally they gave up because most of us would be in ISP and be louder there and we made ISP more fun than ever. It turned into a huge party instead of a punishment, so they gave up on doing that.

They fell silent except for a few groans and grumbles from Jessie about the pain in her feet from the shoes and finally she heard the six words she was dying to hear the whole time she was standing there in pain: "You may now kiss the bride."

Trent lifted my veil and kissed me gently on the lips. Though they were salty from my tears, he didn't mind. I returned the sweet kiss pleasantly and we kissed for a long minute. I was happy and I still had many tears streaming down my face from my joy, though my mom was crying the hardest of all because her baby girl was married, her last child to take this giant step. I was now a married woman with a dangerous secret that no one else but those involved in it could know.

Hotch whispered to Gideon, who whispered to Morgan, who whispered to Reid, they had a new case to go to and this was no time to neglect our jobs even though weddings were usually supposed to be a time to celebrate. They grabbed most of the HSR's before they left the church. Those they accidentally missed they called and told them to go to headquarters and meet them for a briefing.

Hotch began to pace impatiently as Trent and I dressed quickly as soon as we could when we heard that we had a case we had to take on after the wedding. Jessie had taken off her shoes and thrown them in the nearest trash can, but Alex had dug them out of the trash because he knew she would need them at the reception that night, which was what she was dreading now because she'd have to wear those torturous shoes again. We had about three hours before the reception was going to start and Jessie was dreading every minute ticking toward the time that she would have to once again endure the torture of the dreaded shoes that she had to wear once more tonight (then she was going to burn them). She hated the shoes with a passion beyond human because they hurt her feet. I had chosen them because they were very cute and matched the dress she had grumbled over since she had put them on that morning. She had already complained to me aloud, but I told her they were the only ones that I could find that were the right shade of silver except for some that had even taller heels.

As we walked out in our normal clothes, Hotch said: "We have to go and have a briefing right now so we can be ready for the new case when this is over."

"Where's my car?" Trent said as he looked around the parking lot for his navy blue Chevy Malibu, which was suddenly missing from where he had parked it in the corner of the lot hoping to keep it safe and hidden. "And who took my keys? I swear they were in my pants pocket, but now they are missing." Stupid wedding traditions, we looked at each other and knew what had happened to his car. They must be decorating it by now and I hoped not damaging it at the same time.

"You can ride in mine," Jessie said suspiciously with a wide smile on her face because she had seen it driven away by one of the two who had made the plan to take the keys in the first place so they could get it done before the reception started so people could see it in the parking lot ahead of time.

"Jessie, who took our car?" I said, emphasizing a little correction while looking at her. Trent noticed but didn't say anything about it. We both would have to start thinking in terms of we and ours. There were going to be those few times we'd slip up but everyone does so we'd be okay.

"Your new mother-in-law took it Danni, so don't blame me!" Jessie said to me, grinning. "She couldn't wait to get started on it you know. I wonder if you really realize this is one of the most fun parts about the two of you getting married. I added in a few ideas of my own, as did most of us. We were going to do the car decorations, but she got to it first so we just added in a few ideas to her own, which she gladly accepted and said they were great and promised to use some of them. She wanted all the idea's she could get so it will be noticed and I'll tell you it will be fun to see the finished product. Everyone will expect to see your car decorated at the reception so they have to get it done quickly."

We got in her car and I had to ask Trent a troubling question. "What are they doing to our car? My brother's car was damaged when he was married. His friends decorated his with food and I don't want that to happen to our car. What was she planning?"

"I told my mom not to do anything too extravagant. Knowing her it will be a lot more overboard than I like with cans tied to the back and underneath and such, but no permanent damage like whipped cream and stuff. She knows what will damage it and what won't so she won't do the kind of stuff that will damage it." He smiled. "Don't worry about it, my mom loves to have fun and this is her favorite part of her children's weddings. I wonder how she got my keys though. Well, maybe my dad got them for her while I was waiting for you at the end of the aisle. He almost missed the bridesmaid's entrance. Luckily he got there barely in time. Your mom and my mom were both talking about our car and things like that before the wedding, so maybe they are both decorating it with plenty of ideas, especially if the HSR's added in their ideas. If they got all the ideas they could then it will be huge."

As we pulled up to the FBI headquarters after a fifteen minute car ride, the rest of the FHSR's that had left earlier and were waiting for us there. We were once the HSR's but since we no longer went to High School we changed to the Former High School Rejects, instead of the High School Rejects. We still were called HSR's though because we hadn't gotten used to the F being added on.

We hurried into the briefing room, some of us were still in dresses and suits. JJ turned on the screen. "We were called right before the wedding with a new case. This scientist, Dr. John Gardener, was killed today in a bombing at his lab. His assistant Dr. Eric Ford was in the building, but only injured in the explosion. He has no memory of what happened except that they had a visitor before the bombing, but doesn't remember their name or what they looked like or anything. This is the third of three bombings involving doctors. Each has said that they had a visitor that no one can describe or remember them at all."

"No one knows who this visitor was or if they were killed in the explosion?" Emily asked.

"Afraid not. There was only one body and it was the doctor's. Like I said, no one can remember who the visitor was at the time and no one recalls them leaving either, but they would have died in the explosion if they would have been in the building," JJ said.

Mandy looked at her watch. "Two hours and forty-five minutes left."

"We might not be going to the reception," I said, pointing at her. "This is a case and much more important than a wedding reception. Our first real case too if you remember correctly. We are now obviously official agents and I carry my badge wherever I go now, proud to have it."

"You can't miss your own reception," Jessie said, but then remembered her torture chamber dreaded shoes. "On second thought, let's miss it . . . you know. I don't think it would matter that much." She would do anything to not wear the shoes ever again.

"We can't just miss it," Jessica said. "This is a once in a lifetime experience for Danni and Trent and you just don't want to wear those shoes again. Every one of us heard you complaining about how much they hurt your feet."

"Watch me and Trent miss it!" I said to her. "I don't care if I only get married only once in a lifetime we have a case to solve here."

"Actually you can get married more than once. If you get divorced or one of you dies," Kyle said, not thinking as usual. "Then you can get married twice if you get divorced or if one of you dies and the other then gets remarried."

"Shut up Kyle," Trent said. "We aren't going to get divorced any time soon. Actually not at all, we'd do marriage counseling first if it comes to that and I don't think we are going to die any time soon either, I hope."

"The good old HSR's are still here with Kyle," Reid said quietly as our arguments (which we had a few of) commenced.

Hotch cleared his throat to tell us all to be quiet and listen to him, which we all did. "We will discuss this on the plane after the reception. Besides, it wouldn't be very proper for a bride and groom to miss their own reception, so you have to go to it."

Jessie groaned. "I hate those shoes. I hate those shoes." She was hoping that someone else would be on her side.