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Chapter Four:

Hatching Plans

"What?" Thalia screamed into my face. You think she'd be a little more excited, honestly what could possibly go wrong? Oh wait, every time Timmy Turner says that something does go wrong. In the worst way possible. But this is real life! It's not like this plan could go so awry that missiles launch over to Michigan, or something. Right?

"C'mon, Thal, you know my plan is pure genius," I said, giving her a proud smile.

"No, it's absolutely ridiculous!" she shouts, throwing her hands up in the air for a dramatic emphasis.

"No, it's perfect. Just admit it," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You're the one who flew over the coo coo's nest. Aren't you?" she said, sending me a cheeky grin.

"So is that a yes?" I asked, hope lacing my voice.

"No."

"Ugh! Thalia!" I cried, throwing my arms into the air and leaning my head back to the ceiling. I'm so much more dramatic than her.

She was about to respond to this, when the door to the garden opened and Fitz strode in; hands in his pockets, face expressionless.

"I just rested my case," Thalia muttered at the sight of Fitz. "I don't even want to know how she roped you into this plan."

Fitz shrugged, "Clare deserves better than Emo Boy."

I glared, "His name is Eli." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest, eyebrow raised. Hopefully looking scary.

"Whatever, so what is the plan?" he asked, leaning against a plaque.

"Wait, you don't even know what it is and you agreed to it? Are you stupid?" Thalia snapped.

Here's the thing about Thalia, for as bright as she is book wise, she has very little understanding on social skills. I know I'm no expert, but Thalia's big mouth is dangerous. She's lucky she hasn't been shanked yet.

Fitz looked at her, "Bitch."

Before Thalia could reply I stepped in. "Hey, Thal, play nice. Fitz is going to help me get Eli and I'm going to help him get Clare."

"Why do you even like Clare?" Thalia asked him, she was genuinely curious; I on the other hand was sarcastically asking that and didn't care why…

"She's smart-" he began, but Thalia cut him off.

"You like smart girls?" Thalia said giving him a once over, eyebrow raised with skepticism.

"Yes!" he snapped, looking kind of like a wild dog.

"Thalia are you going to help us or not?" I asked, better know now before Fitz killed her. Want her eulogy to be full of things about her intense loyalty.

She heaved a heavy sigh. "Fine, what do you need me to do?"

"Okay, so what do I have to do?" Fitz asked, he was nervous and jittery. It was an odd thing to watch.

Maybe he had to much coffee this morning when we all regrouped at the Dot. This plan couldn't have a single traceable flaw. One would make it all come crumbling over onto us.

"Nothing, Thalia's baiting Clare to become you're tutor. When she comes over here-"

"What if she says no?" Fitz asked, interrupting the plan.

"She won't. Thalia's a natural sales person." That's a lie, but he doesn't need to know this little harmless fact.

He nodded nervously, running his hand through his spiked up hair. Shuffling to one foot to the next.

"So when she comes over here just act like yourself. Charm her." I said, adjusting the binoculars hanging from my neck. They were getting a bit uncomfortable.

"And what do you do with those?" he asked, gesturing to the said binoculars.

"I'm watching for Eli. Once he comes we'll casually roam by them. Chaos hopefully ensues," I said, my voice confident. On the inside my stomach was a butterfly haven.

"Aren't the binoculars a little obvious?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Your point?" I asked in a snarky tone.

He raised his hands in surrender.

"So, when she comes your way text me. Don't forget to use our code names." I said, making a move to leave.

"Our…code names?" he asked.

"Yes! Don't you remember? You're Agent Gusto, Thalia's Agent Grumpy, and I'm Agent Hot Pants." I said, trying to re-jog his obviously failing memory.

"Agent Hot Pants?" he asked, laughing.

"Hush." I said, then turned on my high-topped heel and made my way down the hall.

I set base in a perfect corner; holding the binoculars over my glasses, I waited. No sign of Subject Yummy, Yummy yet. But soon. Very soon. He'll be on his way, and then he'll realize who he actually belongs to.

Author's Note: LOL! Sorry for the dramatic ending of the chapter. I can't have her be sunshine, kittens, lollipops all the time. No matter how much I like Imogen, I know she's manipulative. Ah, character flaws. I love them!

Also Imogen and the binoculars, I hope that comes about next season - or year, I should say. Can you imagine her in a tree outside Eli's window, big bag of marshmallows and watching him. Ah, that would be priceless. You know, in that creepy stalker way.

I wish I could use the Imogeli scenes from Into Deep, the computer tripping event, the med-stealing, the manipulation; but I like how Imogen will manipulate Eli without taking his meds. This way won't really be healthy either, though…oh well. Next chapter be prepared for phase one of this diabolical scheme.

A taste for what's to come:

Bun is in the over, Agent Hot Pants. What's next on the list of schemes? Burning churches? Kicking homeless orphans?

Oh Thalia, ever the snarky soul.

No, Agent Grumpy. You're duties are done for the day, I'll send you a status report of phase one. Agent Hot Pants, over and out.

Oh boy, I can't wait.