Based loosely on the show Cover Me and the movie, Hangmans curse. Title: Secret Agnet Man Series.
Author Name: Brandy Rating:R just in case my muses really get scary with the violance.
Summary: Meeting the Families.
Disclaimer: I own only those you don't know. Joss owns all those that you do know. Spoilers: None Au for Buffy,

Meeting the Millers,

Anthony Miller sat at the table looking at the morning paper, reading the obituaries. Anthony a forty-one year old man with short brown hair and dark blue eyes. He stood at six foot four with a slight build.

"Anthony would you please wake Graham up he is gonna be late for school." Selvia Miller asked her husband from her spot at the kitchen counter.

Selvia Miller was a forty year old woman. Her long black hair streaming past her waist that complamented her brown eyes. At five- nine she had a lean frame and was in good condition.

"I'm up mom." Graham Miller a sixteen year old high schooler said as he came in to the kitchen. He stood at five-eleven. His own brown hair cut in a crew cut, he had never really understood why his dad liked the hair style but after years of the same hair cut he was used to it.

"Hey pop, hows the dead people this morning?" he asked his father.

Anthony looked up from his paper at his son. Though he never got to say anything because Selvia popped Graham up side the head.

"Ow ma! That hurt."

"Good that was rude young man." Selvia said leaveling her son with a glare.

Graham rubbed his head with his hand as he sat at the table. "You know I really should call child services. That's child abuse mom." Pouring his milk and takeing a bite of his omleat.

"Well go right ahead." Selvia said as she poured milk in her coffee and sat next to her husband.

"Yeah you might end up with some really weird family." Anthony replied.

"Yeah the kind of family that eats each others flesh." Selvia said trying to hide the smile that was creeping onto her face at the look of terror that crossed Grahams face. He looked down at his half finished breakfast and frowned. He decided that his food resembled human skin and pushed his plate away.

"Mom that's just gross." the young man said as he grabbed his bookbag from the floor and headed to the door. "I gotta go, got to stop and put in an order for lunch before I pick up Wills." He kissed his mom goodbye and shook hands with his dad.

"See you later kiddo." Anthony said as the door closed behind him.

Anthony Miller looked at his wife of nineteen years, they had met in collage. Both of them attending Harvard Law and marrying not long after graduation. They along with their two best friends had been unseprable since.

Anthony and Selvia Miller had a secret that not even their son knew of. They were FBI Under cover agents for the department of defeance. They along with their best friends Ira and Shelia helped protect the US against any and all threats. They choose not to tell Graham about their job out of fear. They had seen many of their colleages fall from grace after thier kids were harmed at the hands of an enemy.

Which is why most of the feild agents sent thier kids to privet schools over seas. The farther away the safer the kids would be. Anthony, Selvia, Ira and Shelia didn't agree. They raised thier kids themselves and never let the two kids know what they really did.

"We have thirty minutes to get to the office." Anthony said as he put the plates in the dishwasher. Selvia nodded and headed to the secret room of the house in the basement that held their fire arms and wepons.

"I'll call Ira and Shelia tell them we will be there in ten minutes." Anthony said reaching for the phone.

Meeting the Rosenbergs

Ira Rosenberg was a fairly large man. He was six foot six and had a body builders muscel tone. His hair was cut in a crew cut his wife would say that his best feature was his eyes those a deep choclate brown.

He straitened his tie and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Ira hey it's Tony we'll be there in five. Tell Wills that Gray will be there in abit."

"Alrighty. See you then. Bye." Ira said hanging up the phone he turned and shouted, "Shelia Tony and Selv will be here in five minutes. Wills Gray will be here in about ten."

"OK!" came the reply from the bathroom as his wife walked out fasening the her earring.

"Daddy have you seen the chain with my flash drives on it?" Willow Rosenberg said as she walked from the home office and into the hall way.

"No sorry pumkin. Better find it though those flash drives don't grow on trees you know." Ira replied as the door bell rang.

"I thought it was 'Money don't grow on trees." Willow said as she rushed into the dinning room to look some more.

Shelia Rosneberg rushed to the front door and opened it revieling Tony and Selvia Miller. "Give me one minute guys." she said and rushed into the bedroom.

Shelia stood in front of the mirrior and brushed her shoulder length dark red hair she hadn't changed the style since her Sinor year of collage, which was a life time ago for the forty year old. Fixing her glasses over her nose and looked at her green eyes as Selvia came in. The two women had a unspoken language.

"Don't think it She. You look just as beautiful as the day you did when you got married. Ira says so all the time. Now hurry up we got to go." Selvia said as Willow came rushing into the room.

Willow Rosenberg was a vibrint sixteen year old. Her red hair hung down to her waist, she didn't dress as fashonible as her friends but she was a happy kid. She was best friends with Graham, born in the same year the two were as close as brother and sister, though he was taller then her she was only five-five.

"Mom can I borrow your carrier bag? I need to fix my laptop bag before I use it again."

"Sure. Oh Wills honey don't forget to feed the dog before you leave." Shelia said as she rushed to the front door with Selvia. Tony and Ira were already in the car waiting.

"Bye honey we love you have a good day." Shelia called out and closed the door after a "Love ya too mom see you later." came from the vacentanty of her own closet.

Willow heard the front door shut as she walked from her moms closet toward the coffee table were her laptop sat. She put the computer in the bag and went to feed Bandit the family dog. She remeber the day her parents brought the dog home.

It was two years earlier and she had just gotten done with her homework when she heard the front door open and figuering her parents were home she didn't turn around from the IM chat she had just started with Buffy and Faith when this little black and white furball jumped into her lap. She had looked down into the little furry face and fell in love with the dog. He had a black face with white around it's eyes. She looked up at her parents standing in the doorway and grinned. Her dad told her the dog was her responsability, one of which she was thrilled to have.

Back in the present Willow walked to the back door and reached down as she held the dog at bay as she poured the food and water into the bowls. She figuered that her flash drives were in her room somewhere.

"Red you ready?" came Grahams voice from the front door.

"Back here Gray." she called as she let the dog loose.

Graham walked into the back room and saw Willow bent over the bag of dog food. He saw that she was wearing her long black skirt with a purple t-shirt. Her long red hair drapped over the sides of her head cover her face.

She stood up and turned to look at him. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, his bright blue eyes staring right at her.

"Hows the little rat this morning?" he asked going to the glass door and tapping on it to rail up the dog.

"Why do you call my dog that?" Willow turned irritated green eyes on her best friend.

Graham looked at her and smiled a dazzeling smile, "Simple, I know it irratates you." His response earned him a punch on the arm.

"Come on we're gonna be late." she said as she grabbed her stuff.

Graham looked back once more at the dog yelped at the small animal and walked to the front door.

"When your parents get you a car you have to drive me around." he said to the retreating form of Willow.

"Not gonna happen. My parents don't trust me behind the wheel." Willow replied.

"Well after you threw me from a go-cart I don't either."

A/N: Ok sorry for the shortness of this chapter but the real fun beggins right after I grab me something to eat and start the next chapter.