Hey all! My new story, and first Gallagher Girls one too! How exciting? Anyways, if you do not like Brant, then BACK AWAY. This is literally all the unrevealed Brant scenes from 'Cross My Heart, Hope to Spy' – because they were together a lot of the time, and I figured that someone should at least tell THEIR story. Anyways, enjoy!

This starts in Cammie and Bex's cove-ops mission, where they first discover the Blackthorne Boys. You know that one where they had to avoid being stalked! XD

Splitting up with Cammie didn't make a big difference to Bex Baxter. She still felt slightly uneasy, but it didn't take her long to find her real stalker. He was pathetic, really. He made the most obvious changes in clothing, and followed her not-so-discreetly. Whoever was Cammie's follower must have been good, because that person was able to conceal Bex's tracker.

"Okay, can you not?" she turned around, to face a skinny boy with black hair and glasses – with a buzz-cut. She made sure her accent was American, not her usual one.

"Um… What?" the way the frail boy spoke reminded Bex so much of Liz.

"I know that you're my tracker. Hell, it's obvious! So, can you stop?" she said, rolling her eyes. Gosh, if Mr Solomon caught her doing this, she would be in trouble. But, honestly, she hated not having a challenge.

"What are you talking about? I'm… Um… Just going to the liquor shop over there!" he pointed out to a wine shop, but he looked far too young to be allowed to go in there. Luckily, he had fake ID. Sort of – but Bex was going to see to that.

"Oh, really? Then show me your ID."

"Wait, what? No!"

"Listen, you need ID to buy from a liquor store anyways, so you better show me."

"But… The picture is horrible!"

"Listen, so is mine."

"… Fine…" The boy grumbled, before taking out his false ID.

"Psh, this is you?! You look like a girl!" Bex exclaimed, muffling her laughter.

"I'm… A pretty boy?"

"And your name is Marion?"

"Yep."

"Marion?"

"FINE! YOU GOT ME!" the boy threw his hands up in the air, obviously annoyed that he had basically failed.

From a distance, Grant was staring at the quarrelling pair. Boy, that girl got some nerve to mess with a Blackthorne Boy – even if she is a Gallagher Girl. And messing with Jonas was another thing.

Grant looked at the girl he was supposed to be tracking. She was pathetic. During his stalking, he easily discovered that her name was Anna Fetterman, she was visiting the red shoe in the museum, and that… Wait; did that girl who Jonas was following figure out that he was tracking her? He watched as the girl stormed away, and Jonas stood there, looking like a failure.

"Jonas!" Grant exclaimed, walking to his friend, "What happened?"

"I failed, Grant. That girl caught me."

A mischievous though approached Grant's mind, "Don't worry, I'll go track her down."

"But what about the girl you're supposed to be-"

"Stuff that pathetic woman. That one," Grant pointed at the girl with the cappuccino skin, "seems way more interesting."

"Hey, Gallagher Girl."

Bex spun around, surprised, and cursed herself later for that reflex, "How'd you know?" she asked quickly, not even hesitating to reveal her British accent.

Grant smirked, and raised his arms, as if surrendering, "Um, uniform?" Grant pointed out, looking straight at the 'Gallagher Girl' logo on the chest of the girl's uniform.

Bex inhaled, relieved, "Right." The boy walked even closer to her, staring at that same logo, but for an entirely different reason. Bex, bewildered by this, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "What are you-" realisation struck her, "YOU BLOODY PERVERT." She whacked him hard on the arm, which made his smirk waver in pain.

"Goddamnit that hurt." Yep, definitely a trained Gallagher Girl. After all, Grant had taken a while to admire her muscles.

Bex rolled her eyes, "Your fault." She did take a good look at him, though. He was hoooot. Not that it mattered, anyways.

"Well," Grant scanned the girl from the toes to her head, "You are quite the bombshell. Or, would British Bombshell be more appropriate?" he asked mockingly.

"Listen, I need to go. Bye." Bex turned to leave. Usually, she would act flirty, but she did not want to be late – especially on a Cove-ops mission. And, there was a bonus, her tracker had retreated. Little did she know how wrong she was.

"Where to?" Grant asked, walking in pace with her. Bex remained silent, until she realised he hadn't stopped following her.

"Quit it! If you're perving on my ass from behind me, I recommend you stop, otherwise I will honestly…"

"Wait? What is a girl like you who goes a private school capable off?" Grant knew that this girl couldn't, no, wouldn't blow her school's cover to a stranger. Advantage!

"Well, for your information, I am…" Bex hushed herself, realising that she couldn't reveal too much information about her 'private school'. Private-school-for-girls-who-are-destined-to-be-spies-and-kick-some-ass.

"What? A gym student? Oh, I didn't think that 'private school' girls could leave their school on a working day, just to go to the gym."

"No! I'm just going on a class excursion, I accidently lost my classmates, and now I'm just heading off to where we were meant to be in a few minutes – the red slipper place thing! Now, will you leave me alone?" Bex blurted out, exasperated.

"Yes, I will." Grant turned away, triumphantly. So, the girl was going to the same place as Anna Fetterman. Perfect.

Bex arrived at her destination, grinning at Mr Solomon.

"Well, Ms Baxter, you're twenty-six seconds early…" Bex gave a grin of triumph, "However, you have a tail."

Bex turned around, but didn't see the frail boy with the glasses. Instead, she saw the muscular hotie, staring straight at her, "Well, well, well, nice to see you again, British Bombshell."

Bex's jaw basically dropped to the ground. And that was just the beginning.

"…Bloody Bastard."

XD Yeah, I know, this sucked. Well, I've totally got the next chapter planned out beautifully, though! XD This was rushed and yeah… I hope you enjoyed! Review, PLEASE!