AU. Spies. Story won't be updated for a while. I need five reviews to continue.

Disclaimer-I don't own Pair Of Kings(if I did, Season 3 would be better and Bra-Kayla would live). What I do own, however, is my only male OC, Blake.

Dark eyes stared at me from across the cafe. It, in a way, made me sick. The man took a rather large sip from his drink and smirked in my direction. I gazed at the tanned wall in front of me, minding my own business. I, however, felt uncomfortable when I sensed the man leaving his seat and heading in my direction. My hands lay in front of me on the table, my coffee untouched, and my heart beat unsteady. The man who dared to walk up to me was about to change my life with what ever information he held.

With only one long stride, the man finally made his way to my table. He slid into a seat across from me, a hint of laughter in his eyes. I shifted in my seat. "What is it now?" I asked, hiding the urgency in my voice.

He threw his head back, laughing. "First of all, you're adorable."

I punched him in the arm. "I didn't sign up for this job to deal with your monkey business!" I snapped, causing him to turn serious.

"Good thing I'm not a monkey, huh?" He joked, earning a glare from me. The young man pulled out a folder from under his jacket and threw it on the table in front of me. "It's about your new mission."

"Is it finally something riveting?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee and skimming through the folder. Never had I ever had my next mission given to me through my partner-in-crime. This should have been good news. And fortunately, it was.

"Indeed it is." He nodded. He clapped his hands together. "It takes place on that little island-"

"I beg your pardon, but Kinkow is not 'little'. You should know since you once lived there." I spat, rather offended by his comment. Trust me, if you've ever set foot on the island itself, you'll realize that it's not always paradise-as I've reminded my partner several of times before. "What's wrong with the island?"

"Oh, it just happens to be the Princes of the former King and Queen are coming back to the island." I froze. It had been two years since I had last heard of the death of the King and Queen. And for my partner to proudly bring it up, let's just say, he earned himself the dirtiest glare I could give anyone.

"So?" I raised an eyebrow, mentally stabbing him repeatedly. He should be grateful that there were one too many witness around for me to actually strike out at him. Actually, the café was nearly vacant, but had a handful of people that could still be considered witness.

"So," He checked the café for anyone who might be listening. A few people might have been in that room, but you never know who's an eavesdropper. He leaned in closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. "You've got to make sure these new Kings aren't moles."

Here are a few things you should know about moles: they are traitors to U.S government. They share information to other countries so those said countries could weaken our central government. Basically, they're the bad guys in politics.

It was my turn to throw my head back and laugh. "If they're the same age as us, I doubt these boys will have the ability to transfer government information to a bunch Kinkoweons!"

The young man raised an eyebrow: It's possible.

"Fine; I guess it is a possibility." I grunted. My eyes scanned the first paper in the folder. "I'm by myself in this mission, aren't I?"

"No." He shook his head. His green eyes pierced into my brown ones, and his signature smirk creeping on to his lips. This was not a good sign, I knew right away. "I'm coming with you."

Of course. He's the only other agent who came from the same island I did. If there's anybody who knows the island up from down, its got to be him. I just couldn't process the fact that the first time in moths I get to go on a mission...and drag him along.

I neatly filed the paper back into the folder, and returned the smirk to my partner. "Did I even have to ask?"

"Guess who gets the better end of the deal?" He questioned.

Wordlessly, I pointed to him. He shook his head.

Then, I pointed to myself. "Me? How?"

"You don't get to look through their unmentionables."

I grimaced. That sounded awful. "If that's your job, what's mine?"

"Well, you have to go undercover as the head guard of the palace-meaning you'll be close to the suspects themselves."

"Wow; I do get the better job." I concluded. I gathered all of my belongings and scrambled to my feet.

"Where are you going?" My partner asked. "You don't even have the keys to the car!"

I smiled as I pulled a set of keys from my pocket and wiggled it in front of his face. "I'm driving." I announced before leaving the café for the parking lot, my partner trailing after me.

"Do I want to ask how you got those?" I shook my head-no.

We climbed into a black Honda (which belonged to my partner) and drove to our shared apartment. Just don't tell my dad about how I share an apartment with a boy; he'll freak!

Okay, so, if you haven't figured it out already, yes, I am a spy. I am a member of the C.I.A (Central Intelligence Agency, for those of you who didn't know) and proud. Of course, you should have already known because if you did, you have a Level Four clearance to read this report. Also, please don't ask how I even became a spy; it's a complicated back story I'd rather not talk about.

This report, just so you know, wasn't my idea-it was my partner's, Blake, idea. He thought that I should document everything I've gone through as a spy. And let me just tell you, being a spy is nothing like you'd think it is. Forget about all the movies you've ever watched because spies are actually linked to the government. They're not an organization of their own (otherwise, it would have been much easier to write about!).

Trust me. I've been a member of the C.I.A since I was fourteen-I'm sixteen now. Missions are exciting. They bet sitting down in an office, translating foreign newspapers. In missions, you actually get to track down the bad guys and bring them to justice. And, eventually, you get to kick butt! So, if you ever work for this agency, make sure to sign up for covert operations-they rock!

As I write this, I sit on the couch of my shared apartment. The apartment is simple: Two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen. Thank goodness we found this apartment because if we didn't, Blake would've suggested a studio apartment. (And I think we all know how that would've ended..). But, like that boy ever uses his bed. Every morning, I see him crashing on the couch. So, honestly, why does he even have one[a bed]?

Moreover, Blake is an...annoying companion. Just as I wrote that, he looked over my shoulder and teased: "Am I that bad to live with?" I replied with a subtle yes, which only caused him to laugh. Just for that, I whacked him with a pillow.

"Start packing; the ballon leaves tomorrow morning at eight." I could still hear his obnoxious laughter even after he left the room. Packing!, the idea finally snapped into my head. I never thought about it till now.

I jumped to my feet and ran into my room. If you're wondering why we have to get the island by a ballon and not a plane or boat, it's because the air currents on Kinkow are so strong that its the only source of transportation. The island has these currents for good reasons: to keep us blocked from the outside world. You shouldn't even start questioning how we get our mail; I'll save that for another day.