Sorry about the delay. The internet still hates me. :/ Thanks to all my reviewers! I'm sad about the low amount of hits, but hey, hopefully that'll change with this chapter. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gallagher Girls series, I do own everything else.

Sierra's POV

I tried to get the ropes off my hands with the techniques I was taught, but it was no use. I couldn't see behind me no matter how supernatural people think I am. I was awfully scared, but hid it well. I had been left in here for nearly six hours. I was hungry and tired, but I refused to complain. It was just like my spy books I read. But now I have a feeling that my fantasies about the spy world just came to reality.

The room was completely dark, but I knew that there was a door about five feet to my left at ten o'clock. I couldn't reach it though, my chair was glued to the floor. I laughed at that, but it still didn't help me. I wasn't able to move, at all. There was a rope around my chest, hands, and feet. My mouth was taped shut, so I couldn't yell at these people.

I heard something outside of the door. It wasn't voices, just one of the guards shifting. There were two guards outside. I haven't seen them, but I could hear them. They shifted constantly, but this time I heard other footsteps. It was a woman. I could tell by the way I could hear the footsteps echo off the walls. Light and flitty, that's how she sounded. Oh, dear, here she comes.

The guards were at attention, not moving a muscle. I heard keys jingle and I heard the knob on the door turn. Light spilled in and I had to close my eyes so they could get used to the light. When I opened them, the door was closed and a lightbulb was on overhead. The woman was standing in front of me, with an emotionless mask on. She reached forward and pulled the tape off my mouth. I hissed slightly, but made sure she couldn't hear.

"You're a tough one, you know that?" She was eyeing me.

I said nothing.

"No use giving me the silent treatment, Sierra. There are means of getting you to talk. We can have it the easy way or the hard way."

My eyes widened slightly at the mention of my name. How did she know my name? What did I do? I knew that she wasn't lying about the easy or hard way, well, either that or she was really good. I hope I'm that good. Despite her saying that it could be easy or hard, I kept my mouth shut.

She sighed. "Sierra, Sierra. I bet your wondering why your here. I bet your wondering how I know your name, but that doesn't matter. What does matter is you give us information on Cameron Morgan."

I put on a confused face. "Who's Cameron Morgan?" I noticed my throat was dry and my voice was choked. Stupid gag.

The woman scowled. She didn't like that answer. "Don't play dumb with me, girly. You know who Cameron Morgan is."

I shook my head. "In all truthfulness, I don't know who...Cameron Morgan is."

The woman's eyes blazed. "She's been staying at your house for almost two weeks now! Certainly you know her."

Realization showed on my face. She means Maggie. Can't tell her. "No, no Cameron Morgan at my farm."

The woman slapped me, hard. Ouch. My cheek stung as I glared at her. She was furious and so was I. Her face was fixed in a snarl and so was mine. I hissed like a snake and laughed when her eyes flitted here and there, fear appearing and leaving. When she saw me laughing, she backhanded me. I immediately stopped and started shooting daggers at her with my eyes. Who is she? What does she want?

The woman began pacing. She did this for 1 minute and 47 seconds, or so I counted. She then went behind me and turned my chair violently around. My arms hurt from bumping the corners of the chair, but I didn't say a thing. I was now facing a wooden table with another chair behind it. She sat in the chair and opened up a manila folder that had been sitting there. It was almost overflowing, wait no, it was overflowing. What was this folder?

The woman was looking through papers in the folder and then lifted her gaze to look at me. I could tell she was impatient, but trying to hide it for the sake of information. She put her elbows on the table and intertwined her hands. She tried to look intimidating, but miserably failed. At least to me.

She went to the very back of the folder and took out what seemed to be a picture. She studied it for a moment and then turned it to me. The picture was of Maggie...or Cameron? Had Maggie-Cameron-been lying to me this entire time? Well, spies lie...if she is one. I gave no reaction to the photo, but just turned to the woman and raised my eyesbrows meaning, "What?"

The woman scowled. "Stop acting like you don't know! We've had eyes on you for nearly five days now!"

I chuckled. "You said that she's been at my house for two weeks, but you've had eyes on us for only five days? You're slow."

I expected her to get angry, but instead she looked at me interestingly. "You've got a great memory. Put it to use much?"

I shrugged. "Sure, I love to count blades of grass."

The woman shrieked in anger and slapped me again. I tasted blood. I gritted my teeth and glared at her. This woman didn't like not getting her way, and I wasn't giving it to her. Shouldn't she have learned by now that trained (well, I'm not trained, but I've read books) don't give in easily. Some never give in, even with a gun to their head. She must of thought this would be easy. Haha. Try again.

The woman didn't hit me again, though I knew she soooo wanted to. I just growled at her and watched her eyes widen in shock. I have perfected my growl to sound like an actual animal, bear, wolf, you name it. Took me three years, but I did it. The woman then smiled and stood up.

"Animal impersonationist, huh? Interesting talent. Would be fun to see it in use."

I laughed. "I already have. You didn't expect that."

She surprised me by not yelling, but laughing along with me. "Yes, I suppose I was a bit taken aback by the perfection of it. But," she said turning serious. "That matter is for later. Now, do you know ANYTHING about Cameron Morgan?"

I shook my head. "No, nothing."

She looked frustrated, but didn't give up. "Okay then. What's the name of the girl that has been staying in your house these past few weeks?"

Gotta lie. I don't like her. "Yvonne Henderson." Great job, Sierra! Way to lie off the bat! Just like the pros!

The woman gave me a weird look, but then nodded. "And what do you know about Yvonne?"

I thought about it for a second. "She likes horses, a lot. She's not used to the farm life, but she doesn't complain."

"Has she told you any...secrets? Perhaps about her parents?"

"No, we weren't that close yet."

The woman sucked in a breath and was beginning to look extremely impatient. I knew I was getting to her. She was hiding her feelings really well. I was laughing my head off inside. This was really funny to watch. She began pacing. She reminded me of someone, but I couldn't think of who. Oh, curse my over-curious brain. Now this is going to be driving me nuts! Well, at least I'm not going anywhere.

"Okay then. So, there's a girl who's been staying in your house for nearly two weeks and you barely know her. Does that strike you odd?"

Okay, it did a little bit. Maggie, or is it Cameron?, is a little shady. Especially when she's around that guy from next door. Oh man! I don't even know his name! "A little, but she's a nice girl. I trust her." Okay, that was almost a total lie. There's truth in everything.

The woman stared at me. "Trust her? That's the craziest thing. Do you know who she is?"

"Yvonne Henderson. A girl who is spending the summer at my house."

The woman stared at me for a few seconds in confusion and then began a loud burst of laughter. "That's the most outrageous thing I've heard in my life! And I've heard some strange things."

I tilted my head. "Why?"

"Yvonne Henderson, a.k.a Cameron Morgan, is a dangerous spy on the run. She will do anything to get what she wants. She's killed many people, Sierra. And many of them were innocent little people that she used."

I was struck dumb. "No! Yvonne, or Cameron, doesn't seem like that kind of person! She's so nice."

The woman grabbed my chin and made a pouty face. "Oh, honey. You should know by now that spies lie."

Could it be? "Really?"

The woman sadly nodded. "That's why I'm trying to stop her. That's why I got you out of there. All of you are in danger. Can you help me, Sierra?"

She looked truly worried, truly concerned. Her eyes were normal, there was no sweat on her brow. Her eyes were piercing me. My face softened. She was telling the truth. I looked downwards and sighed. Then slowly, slowly, nodded. The woman sighed with relief.

"Thank you so much, Sierra. Look, about before, when I was slapping you. Sorry, I'm just really worried about this and I thought you were working with her. Can you forgive me?"

I nodded, not looking up. "Though the slapping is a little bit overdramatic and since I would be doing the same thing, I forgive you."

"Great. Now, do you know how to get Cameron away from everybody else?"

I thought about it. I hadn't really needed to think about this until now. "Well, she kind of is off on her own a lot anyways. I mean, she hangs out with us, but she likes to be by herself a lot. She's also with that cute boy from next door."

The woman nodded. "Yes, he's a compliance of hers. Together, both of them are very bad. Sierra, listen to me. There going to come looking for you. I need your help with this decision. Would it be easier to lead them here and me get the secrets from Cameron, or do you think that you could do it?"

My head shot up. "Me? On, like, a mission?"

The woman grinned. "Yes, like you on a mission. Do you think that you can get information from Cameron and still get away with it?"

I nodded my head, faster as I realized this was my first mission. This was going to be fun! "Yes, I think I can. Sneaky is my middle name."

The woman patted my shoulder. "Good girl. Now, here's how it's going to work. We're going to send you back and you come up with a cover story. Unfortunately, one of the people who came to get you, left a note that said we kidnapped you in order to get a switch off, you for Cameron. How do you suggest we get out of that?"

It took me ten minutes to come up with the answer. "Well, if Cameron is as smart as you say she is, it won't go unnoticed that you just gave me back freely. So what I suggest is, oh wait, did that person who left the note specify a time?"

The woman shook her head.

I smiled. "Good. You'll say that Cameron got here too late and you beat me up. You already slapped me numerous of times, but I think I may need a little more than that. I can take it. So, when I met up with Cameron, I'll say that she was too late to get me and that you let me go. They said they would strike again, but we would never know when."

The woman smiled. "I like your thinking. It's not the best plan I've ever heard, but it's a plan. Sierra, welcome to my team."

The woman was leaving and I turned as best as I could. "Thank you, Mrs., um..."

The woman had the door opened slightly and was heading out, but turned back to look at me, "Goode. Mrs. Goode."

"Well then, pleasure working with you, Mrs. Goode."

She smiled. "No, Sierra. Pleasure working with you."

I smiled in return and she left. Finally! I get to go on my first mission! It will be painful, but it's gonna be great! I'm going to bring down a criminal.

Well, that certainly took me a long time to write. I'm really tired, so please don't flame me. I just wanted to get this out there. My head is spinning right now still from trying to figure out how to make Zach's mom look like the good guy. Yes! The woman is Zach's mom! (In case you didn't get that from her name)Well, did you love it, like it, hate it? Love to hear from you! And you guys keep giving me ideas. So, now Sierra is unknowingly working for the bad side, what will happen?