This will be a long story (longer than 1 chapter)…I hope you like my story! This is instead of GG4, so nothing that has happened in GG4 has happened yet! And this is my first fan fiction and I'm still trying to figure some things out so if you don't like it don't read…. But I do like constrictive criticism. X]

So…I think I'm supposed to say that I do not own any of the Gallagher character I write about (unless I come up with them of course).

Hope you like please review.!(:

Btw.. Takes place the semester after Cammie leaves to London with Bex.!

Chapter 1: The attack

"I am pleased to note that you all are back at Gallagher, safe and sound," My mother's voice rang throughout the grand hall. Sometimes it really helps to listen to my mother's speeches (She's the headmistress at Gallagher) and I usually do; today was the exception. I was thinking about more important things. Things like how one of the most wanted criminal groups wanted to kidnap me. Why me? Why did they want me? What did I ever do to them? Seriously. It would be so much easier if it was Macey. I can protect Macey. I can't protect myself. And she basically has everything to offer, from being the Senator's daughter to being super rich (and I mean EXTREMELY rich). Not to mention the fact that she's the last living descendants of Gillian Gallagher.

Who, you may ask is Gillian Gallagher. We'll, let me elaborate.

Gillian Gallagher started Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. The school, from the eyes of a civilian, looks like a boarding school for a bunch of preppy rich snobs that had no other option but to go there (and people really do think that we're bratty snobs. I mean we even have our own glare: The Gallagher Glare, it's pretty legit). So unless you have a level four clearance, you will never know exactly how exceptional we are. You will just assume, like everyone else, that we're spoiled, arrogant, snobs. However, if you do have a level four clearance, you will know that Gallagher is really a school for spies in training.

Here, we are taught everything, from how to kill a guy seven different ways with our bare hands, to how make change using eight different currencies. I go here, and I'm in my junior year; I have been here since the 7th grade. I attend here with my three best friends in the whole world (also some of my only friends) Bex Baxter, Macey McHenry, and Liz Sutton.

Bex is gorgeous. With her cappuccino colored skin, her flawless face, and thick dark brown hair, all together she looks like an Egyptian Goddess. She also is the first non-U.S. citizen Gallagher girl in history. P.E. is her favorite subject, and kicking James Bonds butt and taking his '00' status has been her fantasy since she was seven. She's pretty unique.

Macey is the senator's daughter. If you didn't know her you'd think that she was a model that was pulled straight from her Vogue Magazines, with her long black hair, tan skin, and face that is manicured to perfection. When she first came to Gallagher Bex, Liz, and I thought she really was a Gallagher girl, but not the spy kind. The kind that is what our cover would be: Bratty and Rich. However, as we got to know her, we realized that she was actually an excellent spy. She quickly accelerated up through all her classes (thanks to Liz, Bex and I, but mainly Liz) and is now at our grade level. Of course she chose CoveOps, so we're all in the same classes with the exception of Liz.

Liz is a Genius. No questions asked. She's also super pretty but not it the model kind of way like Macey, or the goddess like way like Bex; she's kind of reminds me more like a petite pixie, with her small figure, long blonde hair, and fair skin. She's also the most clumsy person on the whole entire planet. That why she chose the Research and Development Track, and not CoveOps.

I glanced up at my mother and sighed, remembering the other important thing I had to deal with last semester. The fact that I hadn't seen the mysterious, annoying guy again since he me last semester with just a note that read "Have fun in London." I mean, I did have lots of fun in London, but that's not the point. The point is that we tried tracking him down but it's like he disappeared of the face of the planet. Even Liz and her super-skilled-spy-computer couldn't find a trace of him. He was just so confusing and I was afraid I would never figure out the difficult puzzle that is Zachary Goode.

I was brought back down to Earth by the sound of Macey screaming at me.

"Cammie! Cammmmie! Hello….? Guys, I think she's dead." She yelled sarcastically to Bex and Liz in her loud voice, while waving her hands in front of my face.

"Huh?" I replied intelligently, making eye contact with her.

She huffed at me. "Geez, I've been calling your name for about, what, five minutes? Where did you go just now?"

"I was just thinking," I informed her.

"Well quit thinking and let's go! Everyone's gone and we don't want to be late for CoveOps!" That quickly pulled me out of my trance, and back into the real world.

"Fine," I said. I slowly took in my surrounding and realized that she was right, we were the only ones left, meaning class was going to start, soon, and we couldn't be late.

Bex, Macey, Liz, and I jumped to our feet and sprinted to class knowing that we only had 1 minute, and 15 seconds to get to the other side of the school.

We got there with 30 seconds to get down the elevator and into out seat.

"Bye Liz!" Macey said before she could get away.

"See you guys after class," Liz said while running to the basement for the Research and Development track class that she decided to take, instead of CoveOps.

We clicked the little red down button on the elevator, and heard a bunch of clicks. A faint green light came to life to get an eye and full body scans.

"Uggh! This freaking elevator won't hurry up!" Bex muttered under her breath, I just rolled my eyes at her, because the moment she said that the door opened and she shoved us in.

"Gosh didn't need to shove us! We know how to walk," Macey growled. We just stood there in a comfortable silence for what felt like hours, but in reality was only 10 seconds while descending to the second to last level, which held Subel 2. Finally, the elevator doors opened, and we sped past walls filled with an endless amount of book (they're so secretive that if revealed to the sunlight it would crumble into dust) to the door that opened to CoveOps. As soon as we walked into the cold, impersonal room all the six girls in the class eyes turned to us. We ignored the sudden attention and walked casually to our seats, to show that we weren't in a rush, even though we totally were.

The room was dead silent. We waited two, five, eight minutes. Before another minute could pass, a deep voice sounded from outside the room.

"The five keys to tailing," Mr. Solomon said as he strolled into class without as much as a hello. "Ms. Fetterman, name them."

"Look like you belong, when in doubt freeze, acquaint yourself with your surroundings, don't dress in clothes that draw yourself attention, and don't hide from the Subject." Anna quickly said while trying to keep her cool.

"Correct. For some people it comes natural." Mr. Solomon told us, while directly looking at me. "For others, not so much, but practice makes perfect. But this is one of the most important things to perfect in order to succeed in this-occupation."

As soon as Mr. Solomon walked out of the class signaling it was officially over, Bex, Macy, and I all left.

"I really hope that we get to go out and actually put our skills to the test," I sighed.

"I know, we just keep on getting more lectures." Macey agreed.

"I need some action In my life!" Bex said, as if she needed more action. We already get three hours of P&E everyday.

Out of the blue a force came from my right knocking the wind right out of me and right onto the cold hard floor. While scrambling to my feet I heard Liz say her signature "Oopsy daisy." Yeah I know being knocked down by Liz should be impossible with my four years of P&E training, but her little 94 pound self, managed to knock me down (Very forcefully I must say) bringing herself, a table, and an antique vase down with her. Amazing right?

"Could you possible to do any more damage Liz?" I asked playfully

She looked up and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."

She looked so guilty I couldn't help but laugh at my little friend's clumsiness. I extended my arm towards her and helped her off the ground.

"Ok, let's go now guys," said Macey. We started walking to our very last class of the day, and the most boring class I must add, C.O.W., even if it does come in handy during missions I can't help but think that I could be in CoveOps learning how to properly disarm a bomb in under 5 seconds. That sounds so much more helpful than learning about money from Saudi Arabia, or where ever. But I guess my personal opinion didn't matter to my teachers. Oh well.

We walked to class, and to a very emotionless Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith is one of the most wanted men on the planet, therefore making him the most paranoid. He gets a new face every year, from the CIA's personal plastic surgeon. I really think it's kind of over rated to do that, but again my personal opinions don't really matter to him.

But on the bright side of things, at least we get to look forward to seeing what new face he took up, and whether he's hot or not. He's usually not.

Class began and ended in a blur. We just did a quick review about what we learned last semester; than learned about the rulers of Europe and why they're all jacked up in their own special way.

This day was just a boring day in general, but, boy, if only I knew I was in for a big surprise.

Bex, Macey, Liz, and I were slowly walking down the hall when all of the sudden the lights went out, a loud screechy "CODE BLACK, CODE BLACK, CODE BLACK, CODE BLACK," filled the air. Thick steel walls started sliding down in front of all windows, doors, and around everything spy related in sight. The burn bins erupted into red fiery flames, erasing any and all traces of paper.

"LETS GO FIND MY MOM" I frantically screamed over the siren and hysterical girls. Obviously all the practice we did for this did not pay off; nobody was walking in an orderly fashion, and nobody was keeping calm. We started sprinting. We made it to my mom's office in less than 20 seconds. We just busted open the door, not bothering to knock. What we saw surprised us the most.

My mom was sitting there in her uber comfy chair, hands behind her back, and Mr. Solomon stood to the side, with one of the goon's gun pointed to his head. 15 men surrounded her, my mom I mean, with one women being the exception. She just kept on pacing back and forth around her.

"Where's the girl! If you just give her over we'll leave." The lady said calmly with a small grin playing on her lips, and it wasn't a playful one either. It was more like an 'I'm so much better than you, so I always get my way no matter what' grin. It gave me the creeps. No I take that back, it gave me so much more than the creeps. It made me want to go hide in a corner and never ever come out. But that wasn't the scary thing. The scary thing was that I recognized her from somewhere, I just couldn't place it.

She had auburn hair that had a natural wave that went to right below her shoulder blades. Her face was made out of features that were placed perfectly. She would actually be quite pretty if she wasn't trying to kill us all.

"I will never hand her over," my mom said coolly. But the moment she said that she looked toward us and a look of alarm registered onto her face.

The ginger (that's the evil lady's nickname for now) saw my mom's face and turned around. She glanced at Liz, Bex, and Macey, but she looked at me with an intense stare, and her crooked grin. I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

After about a minute she spoke.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" Little by little she walked towards me; she stopped about a foot away. I just slid my mask into place and stood my ground.

I glared at her, and she laughed. She made her way to my mom, and slid her finger under her chin, and made her look her in the eye.

"Looks like she decided to come to us herself, Rachel." While she was distracted by my mom, I caught Mr. Solomon's eye. He mouthed to me "On the count of three?" I slowly nodded.

"One, Two, Three," We jumped into action, Bex roundhouse kicked the two guys holding her and Liz, knocking them out immediately, slapped a napotine patch on them, then started to fight five on one.

I guess those guys decided to skip all their pre-training, because man they sucked. Bad. There were 3 or 4 that could hold their own, but still. Even Liz could take one (only when they were going one on one though). Macey and Bex were fighting back to back and had managed to knock out about 8 of the goons, and were still going. Mom had managed to get out of her bonds and now was fighting the ginger lady. They were equally good. Mr. Solomon was being the hot pro-spy he was had knocked out about 4 of them and was now working on the best goon/creep.

By the time we knocked out most of them (meaning all except 3 and Miss Ginger), she decided it was time to go.

"Let's Go!" The biggest dude, with the rest following him, ran to the window. He punched it hard. Even I winced at that, because that glass was super thick, and in the back of my mind I kept wondering why he was able to get through it, and why it wasn't bullet proof like the rest of the schools windows.

It shattered violently, and they sprinted out. Lucky for them the headmistress office is on the first floor. So they didn't break themselves when they jumped. Darn it.

The last thing she said before she stormed out was: "I will get you Cameron Morgan!" Can I say that I am just a tad bit freaked out about what she said.

I still couldn't place where I've seen her. I now it wasn't some spy convention cause im not that bad of a spy to not recognize her, but it finally hit me.

"Mom was she the one on the roof?" I asked shakily.