This is rated T just to be safe, because I don't know where it is going. All copyright goes to Ally Carter, but the new character, Abigail, is all mine. I did not copy her from anywhere (to the best of my knowledge) I hope you like it and any suggestions/compliments/reviews would be great! Thank you!

(P.S. No POV, it is in third person)

"Hello Katarina." A girl about two years older than Kat stepped out of the misty shadows. "It's um," she paused, "nice to meet you."

Kat's eyebrows knitted together as she tried to place the girl in front of her. "Who-"

"And of course dear W-" She stopped as the boy standing next to Kate shook his head curtly. "Oh right. Ha-ale." The girl drew out the 'a' as she said his name, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He returned it with a nod. "Missed you?" She tried.

Kat could feel her temper rising. Who was this girl and how did she know Hale…and his real name. "Who are you?" Kat kept her tone even and calm as the words left her mouth.

Oh of course! We've not yet met, Miss Bishop." Kat flinched as the girl said her last name. "I am Abigail…" She stopped before saying her last name. "Abigail. I am Abigail." She repeated with a look of confusion on her face as she glanced at Hale.

Kat stopped to take in Abigail's appearance. Olive skin, Spanish skin, to match her slightly off accent. She had dark brown eyes and long, volumous, wavy hair that matched her eyes. It was what many Spanish women and girls looked like, but her beauty was somehow different. She was almost Hale's height of six feet and though she had little to no makeup on her skin was flawless. She had a tiny nose, much like Hale's, and delicate hands with a perfect manicure. She was dressed modestly for someone of her age and beauty and had a certain mystery about her. Or maybe Kat just felt that way because of her knowing way too much about Kat. All in all she was basically a Spanish version of Barbie and Kat was sure she could snap a few of her bones at moments notice if needed."

"Kat?" Hale spoke.

Kat snapped out of her scrutinizing daze. "Spain?" She asked on the women's accent.

"Maybe, among something else? I'm surprised you didn't pick up on it."

"European, but I wasn't sure."

"Do you know where?" Silence. "France, darling, France."

Kat wanted to ask how someone with such a strong Spanish accent could have any French in her, but decided against it.

"How do you know about me?"

"Hale." Was all she said.

"How do you know Hale?"

Abigail chuckled but ignored the question.

"Who is she Hale, why is she here?" Kat didn't appreciate being left out of the loop.

"Well she wasn't invited, but if I didn't know better. I'd think she was here to help." Was Hale's answer, ignoring the first part of the question.

"Help?"

"Help."

"Help…we don't need it."

"Sorry to interrupt, but maybe I'm not here to help?"

"But you are." Hale snapped.

"Well it is the lost work of W.A. Mozart. I mean the work's name, Unsichtbarer und verloren, literally translates to "Hidden and Lost". It's as if Mozart wanted it to be forgotten. Or as if he knew…" She trailed off. "Anyways though, while you are thieves, it might take longer for someone who steals things for a living to find it, than for someone like me to find it."

"Well what are you?" Kat snapped at her.

"I, dear Kat, am me. That's all I need."

"Well I'm me!" Kat raised her voice. Hale put a hand on hers to calm her down.

"She already knows where it is." Hale said calmly.

"Germany. The Wittums Palace to be exact. Even I thought it would be in Salzburg, where he was born. But it somehow happened to land in the Wittums' place."

"So a small little palace in Germany, probably not very heavily guarded?" Kat assumed.

"You'd think not, but try again. And remember that it is not all that meets the eye. There's oodles of cameras and guards everywhere. All security is hidden though, because German visitors do not like their own palace to be scrutinized that way. Plus, it is somewhere below the basement. In a room that only the current owner of the building and Anna Amalia's ancestors know about."
"Anna Am-"

"The princess or duchess…can't remember, who used to live in the palace."

"So this is going to be harder than it looks? Which is always hard, but it could always turn out to be an easy job. After all, we did rob the Henley." Kat said smugly.

"But it is in Germany, not posh England. Germans don't mess around. I'm sure the English don't either, but then again, two teenagers walked out the front door with a valuable painting without them knowing."

"So…" Kat looked at Hale.

"So I think I'm in. And I think that Abigail should come with us." Hale replied.

"What!" Kat paused and considered her options, then reconsidered. "Fine. I suppose it will help."

"Wonderful." Abigail said.

"So we leave tomorrow?" Kat asked.

"I can call in a jet tonight."

"Fine then, it's settled. We leave tonight; stake out the Wittums Palace tomorrow?"

"Sounds good." Abigail and Hale said together.

"Now let's get inside shall we?" Abigail asked.

The three walked out of the Austrian snow and into the nearby lodge. All the while Hale had his jacket on Kat and his arm around her shoulders.