Yep. Here's 14. Sorry if it confuses people when I upload a piece of a chapter at a time. I think I'll just put it in my summary if I update a chapter.

Anyways thanks so much for all the reviews so far! They made me so happy. And I like that people are making inferences about where the story's headed.

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The cashier who too over for her for dinner shift was running late, so Spencer stayed at the restaurant till 7:00. Mackenzie was doing extra shift that night too, so Spencer called for a taxi to take her the embarrassingly short distance toward the villa.

Arthur and Ashley's cars were both in the driveway, and Spencer noticed the lights of the guesthouse were on as she came in through the courtyard. She thought of when the best time would be to pass on the message about Kate's party.

Never, Spencer answered herself. Still, she knew she would. If she saw Ash.

Just then, she was surprised by the feeling of someone's arms wrap around her waist. And a kiss ever so gently being placed on the back of her neck. It was a very nice surprise.

"How was your day?" The brunette asked.

"Uneventful," the younger girl replied. "When did you become so stealthy?"

"I always have been." Ashley moved the straps of Spencer's shirt and placed another kiss on the blonde's shoulder, making Spencer's body burn. "I saw you come in."

She felt the thrill ripple up her spine at the brunette's words. She was ridiculous.

"Well, I'm glad you came out to greet me." Spencer turned around in the other girl's arms and placed a kiss on her lips. She then placed her arms around the brunette's neck.

"I almost didn't once I saw those two deadly weapons you were armed with." Ash said after about a dozen more kisses. "Hey, I hear Arthur has something going on tonight. Do you want to go to dinner and a movie?"

"So, you finally ask me out on a date after our first kiss. What ever happened to dinner before desert? Or was it, can't have your cake and eat it too?"

"Well, this isn't our first kiss. And besides, you know how much I have to work. But tonight I'm free. . . All night. So, how 'bout it?" Ashley mischievously raised an eyebrow.

They still hadn't moved from each others embrace. Spencer blushed. "That'd be great. What's playing? And what time?"

"I didn't know if you'd be up for it, so I haven't checked, yet."

"Do you have a number for the theater? I can call and check for us."

"Sure. Let me go look in the phone book. I'll call you in a few with the details."

They shared one last lingering kiss, then Ashley turned to go back to the guesthouse. About twenty yards away, Spencer called for her and blew her a kiss. Ashley dramatically threw her hands out, fingers open, then pulled them both to her heart. As if she desperately caught the kiss. She even went as far as falling down on one knee and lowering her head in a somberly gesture. This in turn made the blonde laugh uncontrollably.

She is so adorable, Spencer thought.

She heard the shower running in her fathers bathroom when she came in. She called a greeting but doubted Arthur head it. She leaned her crutches against the sofa and went to go get the pad of paper off the counter. The tip of the pencil was broken. The phone rang and she answered it. It was Ash.

"Couldn't handle not hearing my voice for five minutes?" Spencer said, smirking over the phone.

"Actually, me and Arthur had this date planned out tonight. He cancelled, you are my last resort."

Spencer visibly felt her ego deflate. "Wow, way to ruin the moment."

"What moment? Oh, you and your lame intrepidness?" Ashley teased over the phone.

"You know what. I should personally-"

"Hold that thought. I'm still looking in the phone book and you're distracting me."

Spencer huffed and decided to get a new pencil while she waited. The water in the shower had stopped running. The door to Arthur's office was open, and his briefcase was sitting on his desk. She went in, pad of paper in hand, and grabbed a pen from a cup holder on he desk. She sat down on the chair.

"Still searching?" Spencer asked over the phone.

"No. I just like having you wait on the phone for the fun of it. Because it's just so sexy and all."

"Wow. Were you being sarcastic?" Spencer asked, clearly amused.

"Sorry, it's just that this damn phone book is so big and it's taking up time from our first date."

"Aww, don't worry. Remember, tonight your free. All night," Spencer said, seductively.

"Got that right. Hold on a little longer."

Spencer looked around the office, realizing this was the first time she'd been inside it. The first thing she realized was there were no windows. Other than that, the room was of average size, about the same dimensions of her bedroom. Two bookcases, one file cabinet, the desk and chair. One other chair and three large, framed Caribbean posters completed the furnishings.

Her father definitely didn't seem to go in for clutter. There were no piles of newspapers. No files or papers scattered around. The only thing that seemed to be out of place in that room, was Spencer herself.

Even the desk was pretty neat. Aside from his closed briefcase, a laptop sat on one end. She eyed that. It felt like ages since she checked her e-mail. But she didn't have time for that now. Beneath a green-shaded desk lamp, a cup holder contained an assortment of pens and pencils. There was only one framed picture peeking from behind the briefcase. She reached over to see what it was.

It was a baby picture of her. Chubby face, a big smile, only four teeth, short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Cake was smeared all over her face and clothes. Her mother had a copy of this one too. It was of Spencer's first birthday. The story behind it was instead of waiting for the cake to be cut for the guests, shed climbed onto the table and sat in the middle of it.

Spencer smiled. She remembered what Ash had told her about seeing more of her pictures. So, Athur must really have some at work too.

"Ready?" a voice over line asked.

"Shoot," she answered, putting the frame back.

Ash rattled off the number. "What ever you decide will be fine with me. There are a couple of places around the movie theater, so we can grab something to eat in town."

"Sounds great."

"I'll be over after I take a quick shower and change."

"Okay," Spencer didn't think the brunette had to. She looked and smelled good to her when they were outside.

Once they hung up, Spencer dialed the number of the theater but the line was busy. She sat back in the chair and decided to wait and try again in another minute. The middle drawer of the desk was slightly open. She noticed that there was a key that had been left in the drawer lock. Without even thinking about it, she slid the drawer open.

The drawer was neat too. But what caught her eye was a U.S. passport on the left. The gold embossed lettering on the navy blue cover gleamed in the light of the desk lamp. She was ready to slide the drawer shut when she realized the passport was sitting on top of several others.

"What the hell?" she murmured.

There were five of them in all. She picked them up and looked at the passports. All different colors. From five different countries.

Spencer glanced quickly at the door of the office. Suddenly, a sick feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She hesitantly opened the blue passport with the American eagle prominently displayed.

The first page contained her father's picture. But not his real name.

She stared at it in confusion. Her hands were shaking when she opened a brown colored passport. Venezuela. Arthur's picture. And again, a different name.

She quickly stacked the passports in the drawer the way she found them and closed it as her father's bedroom door opened.

"Spencer? That you?"

Her heart pounded in her chest. He hadn't told her that his office was off-limits, so she stayed where she was and pressed the REDIAL button on the phone. It was still busy but she held the phone to her ear as her father appeared in the doorway.

"Checking movie times," She said.

His hair was still wet. He was wearing a formal dress shirt and black pants with a black satin stripe down the side. Working on a bowtie, he came in the room.

She took the phone away from her ear and pressed the OFF button. "The line is busy."

"I'm sorry about abandoning you yet again."

"No problem."

He was looking at her curiously. " I found out at the last minute that I have to put in an appearance at some shindig at the Governer's Mansion.

Spencer nodded, but all the while her stomach was turning and twisting as she searched for a reasonable explanation for the passports.

He just couldn't be doing something illegal. The itch down her cast was back and she just couldn't do a thing about it.

"That's okay," she replied. "Things happen."

He reached over and put his briefcase on the floor. She saw his gaze make a quick sweep across the desk.

"I hope it's okay with you," he said," but I made a doctors appointment for you at the hospital on Monday. I figured it'd be good to go and meet the orthopedist a few days before they take off your cast. Just incase they need any information from Cincinnati."

"Sure. That'd be great," Spencer responded, trying to sound cheerful.

Arthur was doing responsible things. He was doing his job as a parent. The weird thing was that this hurt her even more.

What a mess, she thought.

She didn't want to start liking him now. . .not if he was getting himself into trouble. The emotions were welling up in her eyes, and she had o put a stop to it before she embarrassed herself. She redialed the number.

"Busy again." She grabbed the piece of paper with the phone number on it and got up.

"So I guess Ash asked you about movie and dinner?"

She nodded. Spencer went by him, and he followed her out of the office.

"By the way," she asked, turning to face him. 'Why do you lock your office?"

He stared at her for a full two seconds. "Well. Work. Lots of times I bring home classified documents. So it's a security issue."

"I'm not into stealing state documents."

"I don't lock it because of you. Its because anyone could break into this place if they want to. A few flimsy window locks aren't going to keep a burglar out. I guess I just want to make it more difficult for them."

"You have something worth stealing in there?"

"No," he laughed. "I guess I'm just being cautious. But it's really just more routine."

Spencer looked at him for a long moment. If he wasn't going to tell her, then she wasn't going to ask. . . Not now anyway.

"These locks are anything but flimsy," she said, finally. "Trust me. I was on the outside, trying to get in this morning. It was impossible."

"I'm sorry about that. Maybe tomorrow we could figure out a good hiding place for a key."

She nodded again. "I think I'll go and change."

"By the way, how did I do?" he asked, meaning with his tie.

Spencer looked t his handiwork. It needed a little adjustment. She reached up to straighten it and once again a riptide of emotions started taking her under.

She hated his. She didn't want to be in the middle of trouble. She wanted him to be okay, to be doing the right thing. Maybe it was from watching too many spy movies, but she was imagining the worst possible scenarios.

Still, she loved him. He was her father. Shit. She was becoming attached again.

"You look like a hundred bucks."

"You mean a hundred florins?"

"I haven't exchanged any money yet. It seems like everyone takes the dollar."

"That's true."

He started to turn away, but then on impulse, she asked him about the passports.

"In your office, I saw-"

The knock on the glass door stopped her. He looked at her closely for a second before they both turned to the door. Arthur waved Ashley in. She was wearing a Los Angeles Angels trucker hat and baseball shirt(Spencer never saw one as skimpy as this one) over a pair of low-cut dark jeans. She also had on some red and blue stripped converse, sporting the Angels colors.

"You were saying?" Arthur was looking steadily at the blonde. "In the office, you saw what?"

"What? Oh. . .my baby picture. That one of the messy face. I didn't know you had that."

He smiled. "That's a special picture. In fact, I have another copy of it at work. It's so you. You had a knack for getting into trouble back then. If it wasn't mischief, it was always something you were getting into."

"I'm glad I grew out of that," Spencer said, casting a warning glance at Ash. It was obvious Arthur didn't know about her being stuck in the guesthouse. Ashley caught the glance and gave a bemused, innocent look back to the blonde. A smile tugging at her lips all the while. "I'll be ready in a minute."

"Were you able to get any information on the movies and times?"

"The line was busy." She tossed Ash the phone. "I have to change. I'll be right out."

"You don't have to dress too fancy." Ashley smirked.

"Don't worry, I wont. But I do have to put on something to balance out the embarrassment your wearing."

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