A/N: Hello, readers. This is my first multi-chapter story. It has major Only the Good Spy Young spoilers. I hope you like it. I would be grateful if you all gave me some feedback. Flames, constructive criticism, and other reviews are all appreciated. Anyways, happy reading. :]
I couldn't see anything because I was in total darkness…just kidding. The only darkness was from behind my eyelids since I had just awoken from my nap and had yet to open my eyes. Why was I taking a nap? I didn't have anything better to do unless I wanted to play solitaire or stare at the ugly beige walls. I had tried convincing the director of the CIA to change the color, but he refused. He said that beige was a neutral color and it pleased everyone. Trust me; no one in my office liked the color.
Anyways, back to the issue at hand. I think I might be dying of boredom. I haven't gone on a mission in what feels like forever. Since I've only been working for the CIA for three years (I am now 21.), I only am allowed to go on these incredibly easy missions. Even a spy training at Gallagher Academy could accomplish my missions! Not that I had anything against Gallagher, I did graduate from there.
I was about to start another napping session when my cell phone rang. Yes, I have a state of the art iPhone with all the CIA apps, advancements, and caller id. It was so awesome. But, the ringtones are awful, especially since my cousin Liz Sutton calls me every day at noon sharp for any news on Cameron Morgan. This Morgan girl was very well known at CIA headquarters. She was the daughter of Matthew and Rachel Morgan. She was also one of Liz's roommates and best friends at Gallagher Academy. Cameron was and still is being chased by the Circle of Cavan. She ran away from Gallagher to keep her friends safe. She also wanted answers to the many questions she had. I didn't blame the poor girl. I know she has been through a lot in her lifetime. I just wish she knew how hard it is too do things on your own. I know it's hard, but as a spy, sometimes you need a partner or someone who can help you.
After 3.76 seconds, I answered my phone.
"Hey, how's the search party going, Lizzie?" I said, trying and failing to sound sympathetic. Sympathy just wasn't my strong suit. Liz thought I was being sarcastic and started shouting at me. Because of Cameron's disappearance, she was really fragile these days.
"Why don't you tell me, Kate? After all, you're the CIA agent!" That really got my temper going.
"Liz, you know I'm only 21 years old! I don't get told anything! My clearance level isn't high enough!" I knew my temper would get me in trouble soon if I didn't calm down. I quickly glanced at a photo of Liz and myself to calm myself. I don't know why it works, it just does. It was taken a really long time ago at my house when Liz and her family visited mine in Georgia. Not much had changed in our appearances since then. She had a fashionable blonde bob and I had my long dark brown hair pulled into a messy bun. I can remember every detail from the day that picture was taken. Liz and I had acted like we were spies. She always said she would create spy gadgets for me one day. I find it ironic that we basically predicted our own futures.
Before I could delve any farther into my memories with Liz, I heard someone sobbing in my ear. Oh no! I forgot I was on the phone with Liz. Quickly trying to hide my thoughtlessness, I cleared my throat.
"Liz! Lizzie, I'm so sorry…" Before I could finish my horrible apology, I was interrupted by a soft and sweet male voice.
"Bookworm, it's going to be alright," the man or boy said. "They'll find Cammie."
"I hope you're right, Brainy," Liz whispered. Why did they have to talk in codenames?
"Cammie might be "The Chameleon", but Zach will find her. He's in love with her. He would never let anything happen to her. She's his Gallagher Girl. Besides, there's a 1 in 8.356734 chance that Zach already knows where to find her. I wouldn't lie to you, Liz. You're my-y-y s-p-py," the mystery boy stuttered at the end. I mentally squealed, but still felt extremely awkward hearing Liz and this boy's conversation. Wait a minute! I know who this boy is! It's Jonas! Jonas was Liz's crush. Why were they hanging out? Oh, that's right! Gallagher and Blackthorne are having their summer vacations. Jonas must have gone to visit Liz or something like that. They were just too adorable. But, I really hope she knows what he really is.
Then my bashful cousin said, "Tha-thanks, Jonas. You're my assassin." Whew, thank God she already knew about him being an assassin. I knew the Blackthorne boys were changing though. Many of them didn't kill anymore. Most would join the CIA, MI6, or some other spy organization after they graduated. For this fact, I was glad. The idea of my younger cousin liking a killer didn't sit well with me.
All of a sudden, I heard kissing. Ew, that is so not cool. It's not that I have a problem with Liz kissing someone; I just didn't want to hear it so I cleared my throat trying to alert the two of my presence. Apparently, they were too wrapped up in each other to hear me on the phone.
"HELLO, I CAN HEAR YOU TWO! CAN YOU CONTROL YOUR HORMONES FOR 5 MINUTES?"
"Oopsy daisy," Liz giggled. I just laughed. I could mentally see the blush that was radiating off her probably sunburned face.
Suddenly there was a knock on my door.
"Could you please wait a moment?" I asked nicely. There was no answer so I guess my visitor was going to wait for me.
"Well, I've got to go, Lizzie. Jonas?"
"Yes?" he squeaked. I think I might just send him some books on confidence, but then I would have to hack into some site to see where he was. It would take 3.3748 minutes maximum to figure out his location. After all, who does everyone think taught Liz her mad hacking skills?
"Take care of Liz, alright? She's like my little sister," I spoke softly.
"I'll do my best," he answered.
"You better. Anyways, I love you, Liz. I'll call if I hear anything on Cameron. I'll talk to you later. Be safe, alright?"
"I'll try and thanks. I love you too, Katie-Bear," Liz started giggling. She knew how much I hated that nickname. People either called me Kate or Katie, not Katie-Bear.
"Liz! It's Kate or Katie!" I whined.
"Alright. Bye Katie!"
"Bye Lizzie."
As I clicked the end call button, my visitor knocked on the door again. They must have known I was done on the phone. We all had excellent hearing here.
"Come in," I said loudly. The door opened softly to reveal one of my best CIA friends.
"Alicia! What happened to you?" I exclaimed.
A/N: Well, how was my first chapter, loves? I might update tomorrow, Monday, or next weekend. I'm not sure yet. I would appreciate if you all reviewed, but if not, that's fine too. Until next time Gallagher Girl lovers…
:] Rachel
