I want to thank Shakespear's Puppet for being my firsy official reviewer on this story and to thank for all the much for all the needed advice to gennrally make this such a better story in whole and for encourageing me to continue and being my trusted beta reader!

i also would like to thank !

FYI-i am not makeing any money off this..it ALL belongs to Ally Carter

~A/N gabbrielle's middle name is not Annabelle, i just made it up.

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CAMMIE

"Off to Uncle Eddie's," the girl yelled and got into the driver's seat, only to be lifted out by Hale, who was surprisingly strong.

"No Gabby, last time you drove-" Hale shuddered, and Cammie realized that 'Gabby's' driving must have been really bad, because W.W. Hale didn't strike her as the type of person to voluntarily shudder at thoughts.

"Kitty Kat thinks that I'm a good mature driver, don't you." Gabby then spun to face Cammie, or 'Kat', full in the face. Gabby…she thought. Of course, was Gabrielle Annabelle Bishop; her 'cousin' or Kat's to be precise. Cammie now recognized her from her the CIA records and from her earlier debriefing. "No."

Cammie had gathered enough information from Hale's reaction that Gabrielle was at the very least a reckless driver, so she went on a limb and fully spoke with false confidence, mentally praying that it was correct.

Gabrielle pouted and Cammie took it that she had played her part as Kat convincingly. Gabrielle was then pushed back into back seat, while Hale took the wheel and Cammie got shot gun. The drive was quiet despite Gabrielle's ditzy ramblings on facial cosmetics.

"Kat, come on, I just know that you'll love lipstick! All you have to do is try it," she once pleaded.

Other meaningless comments of the same sort were spoken before they arrived at a small house with a cobblestone sidewalk. Hale parked the car with ease behind a red prickle bush, one that Cammie would later recognize as a good unnoticeable disguise. Same colors tend to blend in the mind and you skip over things easily.

Soon the three were at the door step. Hale knocked, and when no one answered he shrugged indifferently. Gabrielle looked annoyed and eyed Hale clinically.

"Did you seriously think that that would work?" she asked while rolling her royal blue eyes, identical to Cammie's 24/7 contacts that she was currently sporting.

Hale smirked before clutching his chest dramatically. "I'm a gentlemen, did you expect any less?"

To Cammie's surprise, Hale ran his hand through her short, cropped, dark hair and wondered how to react believably, but a response wasn't needed because his hand soon retracted with a bobby pin, held loosely between the thumb and pointer finger.

They had to break into their relative's house and were not even the slightest but unfazed. Had Cammie been just a civilian and not trained to keep a mask on to hide her emotion then she would have straight out gasped, but the Gallagher training kicked in and she managed to contain the shock and reason with herself. Get over it, it's like a key under the door knob, not all that smart but not illegal. Besides, judging from their body language, they were welcome inside. And this was a special case family, don't expect them to be normal, she thought.

"Oh stop flirting, and unlock the stupid door!" demanded Gabrielle, who was growing more impatient by the second. The snappy comment only made Hale's smirk widen. A couple seconds later they were in.

"We're here, anyone miss me?" Hale called out cockily to the darkness and at those words the house seemed to come to life. An old but clean shaven man came into the open.

"You made it." He said it impassively, and Cammie almost believed him that he could have cared less, but a twinkle in his eye made her think otherwise. This man obviously had been a thief who had aged from his prime and had the experience, and was still going strong.

Cammie was surrounded by all the biggest names and faces in art thieving history! The most wanted thieves all in one convenient place. They seemed to be discussing a major heist. It all seemed much too good to be true. Cammie listened and studied the conversation, intensely hoping to be able to remember it all as she stored the newly acquired information somewhere at the back of her mind, where she could easily recover it when the mission was over and she had to report.

Later, they started to talk about the smaller matters in the Heist. Cammie was amazed by the care and effort they put into every detail of the scheme. But then again, one slip up and they were done for. So she continued to listen and absorb. Blissfully unaware of the suspicious looks W.W. Hale the Fifth was sending her.

KAT

Katarina Bishop was currently being interrogated, first by a gorgeous, snobby girl that had a uncanny resemblance to Macey McHenry, the U.S. senator's daughter. Then by a clumsy blonde girl who gave off the look that said she wasn't the most physically oriented of spies, and had the most annoying habit of saying "oopsie daisy!" whenever she tripped or fell. And finally, she was questioned by an impatient, exotic looking girl who Kat could tell was British by her accented voice. But then again, the young teenage girls were assembled CIA, because that was the agency that caught her, but what would these girls be doing with the government? Was it legal? Nothing was for certain besides the fact that the girl looked ready to hit Kat when she wouldn't talk or respond.

Kat's mouth was dry from the lack of use and she assumed her voice was in the same condition, if not worse. She knew that she would crack herself soon. But for now she remained with the only skin deep confidence and smirk, but Kat was still a teenage girl despite her maturity and skill. Kat didn't have the greatest amount of patience, and only hoped that she would no longer be being interrogated when it did run out.

"Where is this next family heist?" she asked, eyeing Kat down. If Kat wasn't who she was, she would have melted. "We know that it's going to be in America, but where?"

Kat simply leaned back in her chair and allowed a small smirk to play on her face, hiding her panic. Her patience hadn't run out yet but she knew that it would, eventually.

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