A Tale Of Two Spies

Chapter 1: They Meet Once Again

author's note: this is my first ever story in fan fiction...so, it might have some grammar errors. Feel free to point 'em out :) I think that I should already tell you that I am planning to include all the characters (at least all the young ones), and even if they don't actually appear in the story, they'll be mentioned. So now you know :P Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

His mission was simple.

He was supposed to enter the Evergreens Pharmacy as a normal seventeen-year-old, ask for a so-called Dr. Leo, buy some of his "sleeping pills", and arrest him right on the spot. That would've earned him recognition from the whole CIA and nobody would ever underestimate him because of his age.

But Ian Kabra should've known that nothing ever goes as planned.

Three years ago, when Ian was still fourteen and probably still at the clue hunt, Mia Rogers appeared dead at a dark alley. The Boston Police Department had taken the case into their own hands, since by then nobody had known the reason she had been murdered. Three weeks later, the policemen found out she had been dealing drugs for three years of her short eighteen-year-old life.

However, they couldn't find the killer.

One year later, when Ian was fifteen and trying to move to America so he could work for the CIA, two other murders showed up. Brandy Moll and Samantha Wesley. The Boston Police Department had also taken over that case. But when they found out that the two kids were also involved in the drug dealing business, had been killed the same way and in the same place as Mia Rogers, the detectives put an even bigger effort than before, since they thought the homicides were connected.

But they still didn't find the killer.

Another year went by, Ian was then sixteen, working for the CIA, and living under the care of a rich CIA agent that the Kabras knew. And another teenager had also been murdered. But this time, the CIA took matters into their own hands, because the victim was the son of an ex-CIA spy. His name was Larry Carter, and he was Ian's age. He was also murdered the same way and in the same place that the past three victims, but Larry wasn't dealing with drugs. Apparently, he had witnessed another murder that the CIA found out about two days later. Chris Luis, a nineteen-year-old boy who was involved in drugs.

The CIA decided to let Ian work in that case. And according to Ian and half of the CIA, they had made the right decision.

Maybe it was because of his Lucian skills, or because of his hereditary family personality, but in no less than two weeks, he had already found the murderer: Clay Leonard, a man of twenty-seven and a drug dealer.

After a year of traveling across all America, they had finally tracked him down –also because of Ian.

Clay Leonard was impersonating a doctor (Dr. Leo), and managing a drugstore (Evergreens Pharmacy) in Boston.

"Ian, I spotted him," Agent Richard said through his intercom. Richard's loud, exited voice snapped Ian out of his thoughts.

"Is it safe for me to enter without a weapon?" Ian asked as he stared at the drugstore's doors. He stuffed his hand in his pocket to feel the cold steel of his gun, which had been a gift from Agent Harry Newson, the man who had taken care of him for one year and a half.

"Richie Rich," here Ian rolled his eyes, "If he kills in dark alleys at night, it means that he would never kill in public. Besides, he is attending this auburn haired girl –let's call her Sally –and an old lady is helping him out. How should we call the old lady?" Agent Richard asked.

"Since when do we name the people who surround our criminal?" Ian questioned.

"I don't know…it might come in handy," Agent Richard answered.

Ian sighed and shrugged, "Well, then, let's call her Carolina."

"Carolina it is!" Agent Richard said, "And about the gun? Bring a small one, just in case. This man has killed five teenagers already, and I don't think he has changed his habits. He is still selling drugs in here, you know."

Ian walked over to the drugstore, "Of course I know, Agent R. Now stop talking unless it is necessary, I am entering the store."

"Alright then," he heard Agent Richard reply, "Good luck Agent K. And remember, don't go ahead orders."

Ian tried not to wince as he heard that. Even if he had been dedicating this past year to the drug dealing case, he had also been working in some other cases in between. In one of them, he had gotten stabbed by a murderer/con artist, which had left him a scar in his thigh. It wasn't my fault, Ian thought, I just wanted to prove that I could arrest someone all by myself. They were the ones who didn't give me a gun.

Ian opened the glass doors of the store and was immediately welcomed by Agent Richard's wink. He was leaning at a corner reading a magazine and was wearing dark jeans and a polo, like Ian.

"Excuse me, may I help you?"

Ian turned to his left, were the old lady –Carolina –stood.

Ian smiled, "Not really, I'm just looking for Dr. Leo."

Carolina smiled back as she pointed at the back of 'Sally', "Right now, he went into the closet to get some medicines. But he is attending that girl."

"Thank you," Ian replied.

After he gave Carolina another smile, he walked over to Sally.

"Looks like he is still attending Sally," Ian murmured through his intercom.

"She asked for sleeping pills," Agent Richard replied, "And you know what that means."

Drugs, Ian thought with a proud smile.

All of a sudden, an idea hit Ian.

If Clay was already selling the drugs to the girl, why would he have to wait until Ian bought the drugs himself? He could arrest him right on the spot. And it wouldn't really be going against orders, Ian mentally added.

A blond man emerged from the back of the room with a white plastic bag.

As if on cue, he said, "Here are your sleeping pills, young lady."

Sally took the bag, "Thank you, how much was it again?"

To Ian, Sally's voice was eerily familiar. But he couldn't give it any more thought, because in that moment, Ian cleared his throat.

"Dr. Leo," he spoke up.

"Agent K., what are you doing?" Ian heard Agent Richard ask.

Ian ignored him.

"Yes, young man?" Clay answered.

"How about you give me that bag," Ian demanded.

Clay frowned, "What?"

Ian took out his CIA ID, and held it up to Clay, "Make things easy for us."

"Agent K., I told you not to go ahead orders," came Agent Richard's angry voice.

Once again, Ian ignored him, "Clay Leonard, you're under arrest for the-"

A grunt of pain escaped Ian's mouth as something heavy landed on his left foot.

Ian's foot throbbed as he heard screams and witnessed Clay jumping over the counter and trying to make a run toward the door. As he did, he pushed Agent Richard against the magazine stand

Ian didn't know how he had let Clay slip away from his hands that easily. All he knew was that he had to ignore the pain on his foot and run toward Clay.

A flash of auburn hair made Ian turn to look to his right. Sally was running to full speed toward Clay, and soon, she was trying to tackle him down. Ian limped toward the two, and threw himself at Clay, who landed on the floor with a loud thud.

Ian quickly stood up and pressed a foot against Clay's chest to keep him down, "Clay Leonard, you're under arrest for the murder of five teenagers and drug possession."

When Ian stopped speaking, he realized that someone else beside him at uttered the exact same words as him. Confused, he turned his face around.

His amber eyes practically bugged out when he saw who it was.

Sally stood there, in the same position as Ian, also holding up a gun and also looking at Ian with a shocked face.

But her name wasn't Sally; it was Amy Cahill.