Authors Note: Disclaimer I do not any part of Ally Carter's Gallagher Girls series, and I hope you enjoy this story, and please no flames, and enjoy this story

Prologue

The girl was surprised no one had found her yet. She supposed she should be proud, but if she was honest with herself she could admit she was disappointed. They were the best spies of their generation, and more importantly her best friends. It was a little jarring to realize they didn't know her as well as she thought. Though sometimes her resolve wavered, whenever she saw a group of friends laughing, or a mother and daughter delighting in spending time together.

Then she reminded herself why she couldn't have those things, and why she didn't miss her father, only the memory of him. She looked behind her, checking for a tail before crossing a street and stepping into a cab. The man sitting behind the wheel looked harmless enough, but the girl knew the dangers of underestimating anyone, even those she thought she could trust.

"Where to?" the cab driver asked in a gravelly voice.

"3489 Lincoln Drive" the girl answered in a tone that made it clear she wasn't in the mood to make small talk.

While the girl was mostly sure that the driver meant her no harm, she still breathed a sigh of relief when he sped off into the distance. The girl took a quick look to assess her surroundings. The house was gorgeous a true Victorian Manor, that showcased better than anyone what the luxuries of being a senator paid. There were no houses for miles, as discussed, but one could never be too careful. The girl walked up to the house consciousness of the sound her heels made on the pathway leading up to the house. She rang the doorbell, immediately a cheerful looking maid answered the door, she had no idea what horrors what soon befall this household.

"I'm Ms. Dawson, I believe Mr. Blake is expecting me."

"Yes, he spoke of you, right this way."

Looking at the pictures of the senator's loving family, the girl almost wavered in her task. She knew however she was saving 100s of family's from what this man had done, and would continue to do. She entered the senator's luxurious study, and idly wondered if he knew the Mchenry's .

"Mr. Blake, I believe you were expecting me" the girl purred.

"Yes Ms. Dawson I most certainly am."

The girl pulled the man into a kiss, that made her blood crawl, and she took a breath of air steadying her heart. As the senator leaned in for another kiss, she pulled out the knife she had concealed underneath her skirt, and shot him. While he was no match for her physically, he would have struggled, which could have alerted the maid that her employer was dying down the hall. Luckily the senator was drinking the wine she had gifted him, which she had laced with a sedative. As she looked down at his dead body she waited for a flash of remorse to strike, but as usual she was disappointed.

Them senator's murder was messy, she had stabbed him multiple times, but it was planned that way. The multiple stab wounds conveyed a crime of passion, and the most likely suspect would be the senator's wife, whom upon discovering her husband's multiple affairs, finally snapped and killed him. The girl thought it was a fitting end to the story, the two villains were punished, one was dead, and the other would trial for his murder. And as the girl readied a kitchen knife with the senator wife's fingerprints, the door opened and a woman stepped into the room.

The women who walked through the door was redheaded, and beautiful, but that wasn't what caught the girl's attention. The wedding ring on her aunt's finger reminded the girl about everything she'd missed, everything she'd given up. It took her aunt only a second to recognize that her niece was standing in front of her. For while her niece had been plain, and this girl was decidedly not, Abigail Cameron had alway been adept at seeing through covers. She did not ask why her long gone niece was standing in a senator's study with blood on her hands, and a hickey on her neck. For in that moment Abigail Cameron could only utter one word.

"Cammie?"