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Ali POV
The first month had only gone off with a few hitches but I think everything was under control now. It's late September and the leaves at Blackthorne have just begun to change. Since it is September that means planning for Whitney's birthday begins! Well I guess that means its also Payton's birthday but whatever.
Their birthday is the eight of October. That means I have two weeks to plan a great surprise birthday party. Birthdays have always been a big deal to me and the girls are always happy to put a hand into the planning especially Chelsea!
I have done everything from the classic surprise party, which ended up with half of us on the floor unconscious to taking her on a Cove-Ops mission to the Bahamas and spending the day there. So really anything is up in the air.
"Ali you better not do anything crazy for my birthday this year promise?" Whitney asked, she must have read my look she's pretty good at that.
"Nope I'm not promising anything!" I smiled.
"Ugh! Fine just do something for Payton too please!" Whitney pleaded.
"Fine just because you said please," I smirked before getting up from the cafeteria table where I had been sitting. I walked past Chelsea and Katie on my way out slipping a note into their pockets telling them to meet me in our secret room that Whitney had found at 6 I would have Whitney out of the room by then probably with Payton which would also allow us to invite the boys to plan with us.
But what to have Whitney and Payton do? I know, "Headmistress Morgan!" I called down the hall.
"Yes Miss White," Headmistress Morgan nodded at me.
"Could you do me a favor?" I asked.
"Depends on what it is," Typical spy answer.
"Can you have Whitney and Payton distracted from 6 to 7 or so?" I gave my headmistress my poppy dog eyes. Even though she was our Headmistress she was more of my best friends Grandma at times like this.
"I can do that," Headmistress Morgan smirked before walking off.
I was in Etiquette class, which Gallagher had insisted they add here before we came when there was a knock on the door, "Come in," Our professor, Madame Dale spoke.
Headmistress Morgan opened the door and I smiled to myself knowing she was putting my favor to work. "May I please see Payton and Whitney for a moment,"
"Of course," Our Madame Dale nodded after all you never say no to the Headmistress.
The two of them left the room and I gave a quick thumbs up to Chelsea and Katie before sitting back again only half-listening to Madame Dale go on about how to set the table in Japan.
Payton and Whitney walked in clearly a little shocked by whatever their Grandmother had just told them sharing a quick glance before taking a seat again. You would think Whitney would start to get paranoid during October by all the years I had done something but nope not yet.
When the bell finally rang for class to end I hurried over to Whitney to see what her grandmother had told them. "Hey Whitney what did your Grandma have to say?" I asked.
"She wants to have dinner with us tonight to catch up on how we like the school. She said she wants us in her office by 6,"Whitney said looking slightly mystified by why now.
"Hm weird but I bet you guys will have fun it's a good thing to have a little family time every once and awhile." I grinned trying to act normal which for a spy is pretty easy.
Whitney POV
It was weird that Grandma wanted to have dinner with Payton and I tonight I mean of all nights and why now at the beginning of October? Not much made sense but I would go because that's what dutiful Granddaughters do. "Whitney," I heard a voice behind me call.
"Yes Madame Dale?" I nodded at her.
"Can we talk alone for a minute I have something to ask you," Madame Dale grinned.
"We went into her classroom and I sat down in one of the chairs very properly if I might add. "Yes Madame Dale?" I said for the second time.
"Right! For Halloween we will be holding a mascaraed ball and I would like you as Gallagher's best dancer to teach a class and lead the first dance."
Wow a mascaraed ball! And than her words sank in she wanted me to teach a dance class and to lead the first dance! I'm not the Chameleons legacy for nothing I mean I hate being seen I'm shy I don't like standing out its actually my least favorite thing ever! Yet here I was finding my self-say, "Yes I can do that,"
"Oh good! And you wont be teaching the classes alone Michael from Blackthorne is apparently a divine dancer and will be assisting you. If you don't mind me suggesting I recommend the two of you practice once or twice before you teach a class." Madame Dale just smiled the whole time. Proper etiquette.
"Ok I will speak with him," I forced a smile on my lips already having butterflies rise. "May I please have a pass to my next class?"
Yes even spies are required to have passes to get to their next class without being punished by running or training. And trust me a Gallagher run for being late could be anywhere from 25 to 45 miles depending on how late you are.
Madame Dale wrote me a pass to Cove Ops which I semi-dreaded because every time I saw Mr. Goode I couldn't help but blame him for how every year she cries on the day she found out he cheated on her and how after that day she goes through a week or so of complete depression before she puts on her Chameleon mask making sure even Payton and I couldn't get through.
But also I couldn't help but wish he was my dad that I could come home from Gallagher and have him waiting for Payton and me at the airport. I couldn't help but wish he would just all of a sudden realize I was Cammies daughter the person who he still loves! But I don't think he has put it together or not yet anyway. Some spy he is!
I hurried over to the picture frame that allowed me access to the subs. I quickly went into the elevator and journeyed down to Mr. Goode's class in sublevel 2. When I reached the door to his classroom there was a sign posted on it. It read:
"Please knock before entering Cove-Ops test in place," Dang it! I was missing a Cove-Ops test! But nonetheless I knocked on the door as the note said to do.
"Wait one moment please!" Mr. Goode told me.
I waited outside the door waiting for him to tell me to come in. I could tell there was some moving around behind the door but I couldn't tell what was going on.
"Come in!" Mr. Goode called.
I opened the door to see all of my classmates blind folded at their desk. Mr. Goode put a finger to his lips a universal sign for be quiet. I nodded making sure he knew that I got the message. "Now class somebody has just walked into our classroom anyone care to try and name this person?" Nobody raised a hand.
"Please walk around see if they can tell by how heavy your footsteps are." I did as told and walked around the room making sure not to run into anyone.
"Anybody have any observations?"
A boy who I recognized from my other classes named Riley raised a hand. "Yes Mr. Stewart?"
"This person is about 5'2" and weighs about 135 much of which comes from muscle." Riley reported most of which was true except I was 145, 55 of which was muscle.
"Off by ten pounds but very good getting the height." Mr. Goode praised, "Now speak in German please,"
"What would you like me to say?" I said in German much of which the class laughed at.
"Very funny," Mr. Goode rolled his eyes, "Any observations?" He asked again.
A couple of hands were raised this time, "Yes Raquel?"
"It's a female," Raquel stated.
"Correct any guesses yet?"
Michael raised his hand. "Yes Mr. Steinweg?"
"It's Whitney Morgan,"
"Reasons?"
"She wasn't in class when it began but she was in my previous class so I know she wasn't missing out on all of her classes. Also she is 5' 2" and is female. And lastly because you could hear the smirk in her voice when she spoke in German and well the Morgan's have a tendency to smirk a lot!" This received a lot of nods and laughs from the rest of the class.
"Very good Mr. Steinweg everyone you may take off your blindfolds and Miss Morgan you may take your seat."
Zack POV
That test went really well with Whitney I knew she would be in class so why not make a test of it. Michael did really well maybe those extra sessions at home were helping.
Throughout the whole test I couldn't help but notice for not the first time the striking resemblance between Cammie that Whitney held. Not too mention her talents too. But Payton had assured my there was no relation however what does the word of a 12 year old spy in training which was how old he was when I asked compare to the real facts.
I set the class to do a book assignment and pulled up my computer where I began looking into Payton's file, which was quite extensive. Birth parents: Classified, Birth date: October 8th, Born at: Bethesda north hospital Lives in: Flat Rock, North Carolina, Related to: Whitney Morgan, I assume the rest were classified. Not much to go on but a start
A list of reasons to think that Whitney and Payton are Cammies children by Zachary Goode
The same Maiden name.
Whitney acts and looks like Cammie.
Born around the time to have been conceived when Cammie and I were together.
The hospital was near the CIA base I know Cammie to have been stationed at 15 years ago.
She wasn't working for 6 weeks before and after October 8th
I knew the CIA base that Cammie is currently stationed at.
They don't have a dad.
I only knew this because I had broken up enough fights where someone had brought up Payton's father or forced him to talk about him that it was a known fact throughout the whole entire school.
And that was all I could find and so it was time to talk to Raquel Hamilton who knows the majority of things. She kind of reminded me of Tina Walters who I knew from the exchange with Cammie. That had to be one of my favorite school years by far.
I got up from my seat noticing everyone looking up at me, good. I had already wrote a note to Raquel telling her to see me after class and reassuring her she was not in trouble so I just walked by her desk and slipped it on top of her textbook acting like I was checking assignments and making sure they were all working.
I went back to my desk and began to grade assignments waiting for the bell to be over so I could talk to Raquel. The bell rang and Raquel crept up to the front of the room clearly nervous about being in trouble even though I had told her she wasn't.
"Hello Raquel trust me you are not in trouble I just have to ask you a few questions seeing as you know much of what goes on here." I smiled at her, "Is Headmistress Morgan related to Payton and Whitney?" The question sprang from my mouth immediately I knew it was the right question.
"Of course she's their grandma!" Raquel giggled at my foolishness.
"So Cammie Morgan is their mother?" I went out and said it.
"Yep!" Raquel nodded popping the P not even realizing she had just given my the answer to everything.
"Who's their father?" My final question slipped out.
Raquel's face became serious, "You never talk about their father Whitney will have you in a coma for weeks and Payton just beats the crap out of people. Nobody knows who he is just that they don't like him or he's dead or missing. Why are you asking all of these questions?" I think I'm their father and they don't like me or Cammie fed them some lie.
"I'm just an old friend of Cammies and we lost touch and I was just curious thanks Raquel here's a pass," I plastered a fake smile on my face as I gave Raquel her pass, "Oh and Raquel there's no need to discuss this little talk ok?"
Raquel nodded before leaving letting me know she understood. Once the door closed behind Raquel I sat back in my chair in complete shock. I couldn't be sure of course so I would have to call up Jonas and get him to hack their files.
I picked up my CIA phone and called Jonas out of memory because we weren't allowed contacts too dangerous. Jonas finally picked up.
"Hey Zach," Jonas answered
"Hey would you mind doing me a favor?" I asked
"Depends what is it?"
"Hacking into Payton and Whitney Morgan's files,"
"May I ask why?"
"They may or may not be my kids and I have to know,"
"On it I'll call you as soon as I know,"
"Oh and don't tell Liz,"
As I hung up I smiled to my self, knowing I could rely on Jonas.
Zach finally figured it out...what do you think? Are you happy, sad either way let me know! Please review! And what do you think of the dance!