Big Sister

Chapter 4-Blackthorne

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in forever. I got caught up in my other story and I was struggling to find suitable ideas for the next chapter for this story. Once again, I apologize for not updating. Thanks for the reviews.

Rose's POV

My Chevy truck was waiting for me at the airport. It was black, very tinted windows, and heavy duty which in the spy business is known as missile proof. I threw my bag into the second row and fired up the engine. The intimidating growl made a roar that was a comfort to my ears. I turned on the radio fairly loud. One of my favorite songs came on.

I've paid my dues
Time after time

I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face
But I've come through

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world

I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it
I thank you all

But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world

I smiled and changed it to the local country station. Another one of my favorite songs!

Wake up to a sunny day, not a cloud up in the sky
Then it starts to rain, my defenses hit the ground
And they shatter all around, so open and exposed
I found strength in the struggle
Face to face with my trouble

When you're broken in a million little pieces
And you're trying but you can't hold on anymore
Every tear falls down for a reason
Don't you stop believing in yourself
When you're broken

Little girl don't be so blue
I know what you're going through
Don't let it beat you up
Heaven knows that getting scars
Only makes you who you are
Only makes you who you are
No matter how much your heart is aching
There is beauty in the breaking
Yeah

When you're broken in a million little pieces
And you're trying but you can't hold on anymore
Every tear falls down for a reason
Don't you stop believing in yourself
When you're broken

Better days are gonna find you once again
Every piece will find its place

When you're broken, when you're broken

When you're broken in a million little pieces
And you're trying but you can't hold on anymore
Every tear falls down for a reason
Don't you stop believing in yourself
When you're broken
Oh, when you're broken
When you're broken
When you're broken

That's when my cell phone went off and I didn't have to look at the number because only one contact had that serious ring tone. It was the Director of the CIA, wonderful. I worked the phone out of my pocket and put it to my ear.

"Yes?" I murmured, not bothering to turn down the music since I had super spy hearing.

"I'd like you to come to base. I have a mission for you," The Director informed before the line went dead. I wanted to go to Blackthorne and meet this Bex, but when the Director calls, you have to come. I spun my truck around and headed back toward Washington D.C. The spy part of my mind started to take over. No one was following me, because I would've known by now. I scanned rooftops and any possible gunning points, not like they were a threat since my truck was nearly missile proof but it doesn't hurt to check. I turned down complicated streets and stopped in front of the CIA headquarters. Grabbing my necessities as a normal citizen, I walked into the pristine building. The secretary was waiting with her weasel face. Her brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun and her muddy brown eyes were constantly shifting. The First World War couldn't have been good on her.

"Name?" She inquired, not bothering to look up at me.

"Thorn," I used my code name, that was our sign in. She grabbed a visitor pass and handed it to me without taking her eyes away from the computer that was glowing brightly. Maybe her eyes weren't so sharp anymore either.

"Thanks," I muttered, walking away to the elevator.

"You're in for quite a treat Ms. Thorn," The secretary hinted right when the elevator doors closed between us. Treat? What was a treat for me anymore? My mind raced through all the possible answers when the elevator reached the penthouse office level. I walked out and straight ahead. I didn't knock in that polite way most people used, nope, just wasn't my style. There stood the aged Director of the CIA but beside him was a boy I had only heard of. Johnny Blackthorne, the last descendant of Brian Blackthorne.

"Rose, how nice of you to join us," His hair was the darkest black, styled spiky, and his eyes were midnight dark. He was taller than me, close to six foot five when I was six foot one. His muscles were nice and sculpted, enough of the thoughts about the sexy guy only ten feet away.

"Rose, this is Johnny Blackthorne, Johnny, this is Rose Newman, the young woman I was just bragging about," The Director introduced with a wave of his hand. He moved to his chair behind his big desk. Johnny held out his hand like a polite southern boy, which he was, from Tennessee, just like me and Grant.

"It's my pleasure to meet you ma'am," He greeted, his accent thick.

"Sure," I ignored his hand and turned toward the Director. He sighed when he saw the look in my eyes.

"You two will be partners for this mission," He threw a giant manila envelope at me with pretty good speed. Of course, I caught it with ease.

"Mr. Blackthorne, will you excuse yourself for a few moments?" The Director asked.

"Of course sir," Johnny nodded his head before exiting the room. I reached under the chair he had casually rested his hand and pulled out a bug from underneath. I crushed between my two fingers and threw it in the trash without even glancing at it.

"He's a spoiled, free ride spy! He knows nothing!" I kept my voice level to an inside yell.

"Rose . . . You are one of the best spies and contrary to your harbored belief, he is too. It runs in his blood just like your skills run in yours," He defended the agent. Yes, marksman, fighter, and sniper ran in my father's side of the family and did not bother skipping me.

"He's a spoiled brat who did nothing to earn his spot," I growled, standing firm in my opinion. I didn't have to know him, I had seen his kind, and knew he was just like the rest, Blackthorne's descendant or not.

"There is no choice here Rose. You will be his partner on this mission," The Director had clearly dismissed me. He avoided my golden glare as I left. Johnny was reading the family tree of the two academies.

"Admiring your name in gold?" I asked sarcastically, pulling out the plane tickets from the envelope.

"Little lady, I don't know why we got off on the wrong foot but I'd like to fix it," Johnny said invitingly. I intensified my glare but he held his ground, strong boy.

"First of all, I am not a little lady," I cleared that as I started to read the plane tickets. Paris, France, right next to Spain who had outlawed me from their country in one hundred and twenty different ways.

"Yes ma'am," He agreed. I looked up to meet his dark gaze.

"I'm Rose, you're Johnny, there is no ma'am," On accident, my Tennessee accent slipped through as I said ma'am. Johnny gave me a peculiar look.

"Memphis?" He asked.

"Nashville County," I brushed him off.

"Well Ms. Newman, I will enjoy working with you for this mission," Johnny strode away cockily. I shot one last glare at the doors of the Director's office before I headed toward the elevator that Johnny was holding open like a born gentleman.

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