HEEEY! First off, thank you SongWithoutWords for the nice comment and for being my second review((:

Second, I just realized I actually might kinda like AmyXJonah...

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Third; this chapter is definitely rated T... Discussions about PG-13 rated content XDXD Andit his chapter is long xD

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I picked up the roll of paper towel. "Do you want to do this the easy way, or the fun way?"

Dan gave me a look. "Gee, I don't know."

"Fun way it is."

I held on the the piece of paper towel, and then I rolled the roll off the counter. It fell on the floor, and start unrolling, like a red carpet. Dan smirked as he caught right on.

He started rolling it all over the mess. I put the toaster on top of that one piece I was holding so I could join in on the fun.

We has just covered all the water, when Dan was about the rip it off. But I stopped him.

"Why stop now? We could clean up the rest of the room, you know."

Dan's eyes widened. "Let's do it!"

The paper towel roll was extra extra extra extra large (shipped from Japan) so we basically covered the whole entire kitchen and living room and we still had paper towel left.

Amy walked in on us. I was not expecting that at all. She literally fumed.

"Daniel Arthur Cahill..."

"It was me too. I want some credit."

"I know. But I don't know your full name."

"It's Lindsay Sapphire Jane Walker Wizard Cahill."

"Thanks for the headache."

"No problem."

"Now clean up this mess. We have to wake up early in the morning, so we are all going to bed now. Hurry it up."

Amy ran back to her room.

«»«»«»

We weren't even halfway done, and Amy had left about an hour ago.

I sat down on the floor as I took a break.

"Hey, Dan," I whispered tiredly.

He was about half asleep, sitting beside me. Dan glanced up at me. "Yeah?"

"Remind me to tell Jonah I hate his mother."

He smiled. "Why?"

"Well, you see, when she sent me on this mission, her number one rule was to not fall in love. And when I first came here, and you gave me the tour of the mansion, I sorta got a little crush on you. But I couldn't do anything about it because of stupid Cora. But then I said screw Cora and then you asked me out. So I have to tell Jonah I hate his mother."

"Fascinating." Dan murmured. He laid down, and I rested my head on his stomach, cuddling closer to him.

"Night Lindsay."

"Night Daniel."

I grinned one last time before I fell asleep.

«»«»«»

I woke up on the kitchen floor. Dan's heartbeat thumped below me.

I glanced down and realized on was using his chest as a pillow. Classy me.

"Dan," I whispered, poking his stomach. "Wake up."

Dan's eyes fluttered open. He glanced around before his eyes widened in shock.

"We have to finish cleaning up!"

"I know."

Cleaning the rest up took us about and hour. Then I went and crashed on the couch.

"What are you doing?" Dan asked.

"Sleeping." I yawned.

"But you just woke up." Dan pointed out.

I closed my eyes and grinned. "You know what they say. The best time to fall asleep is when you wake up."

He laughed. I was about to fall asleep, when Amy comes out with her megaphone and shouted, "We're leaving in one hour!"

"Fantastic." I muttered sarcastically.

So I went to my bedroom to get ready. I just wore dark denim jeans, my purple Osiris shoes, a green tank top, a purple sweater, and my DC Shoes straight cap.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my bag of Ruffles.

Dan came out and sat beside me.

"Do you think this plan is going to work?"

I glanced up at him. "No. I'm 100% sure we are going to end up mugging the kid."

Dan laughed. "I know. I can't believe Amy thinks we can just walk in there and borrow him."

"I know! She's—"

"She's what?" Amy asked, appearing from the hallway.

"Amazing...?" I supples slowly.

"That's right she is." Amy walked away.

«»«»«»

We were in a black SUV right now, heading towards the bank. Ian was driving because he's used to driving on the other side of the road. Amy was in the passenger seat beside him and the rest of us were in the back.

"Amy."

"Amy."

"Amy."

"Amy."

"Amy."

"Amy."

"Am—"

"What?!" She exploded. I grinned.

"Emma said that MI6 base is on the top floor and the only way to get up there is to use a secret elevator."

"Well where's the secret elevator?"

"I don't know. But she emailed me this badge and she said that if a show it to the lady at the front desk, she'll lead me right to it."

I pulled the badge I had printed off the computer out of my pocket. I held it up to show Amy

"Cool." She commented. "See? We don't have to mug the kid after all."

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"We are here!" Ian announced. I still can't believe we have to mug — Sorry, borrow — another Brit. Ones enough. And apparently Ian has a sister. Oh God, I hope we never find the hostages.

I glanced out my window and saw a huge building. It was extremely tall, and we had to go on the top floor. Great.

I entered the building first, with the rest trailing behind me. I wet right up to the desk, and pulled out the badge.

The lady nodded understandingly.

"Follow me," She ordered. I smirked. This was going to be so easy.

She led us to an elevator that was in plain sight. Real secret, Emma.

She pressed the button as we got to the elevator.

"This is the only one that goes to floor 8." She explained.

I nodded. "Thank you."

The elevator doors opened. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"What's wrong Lindsay?" Dan asked. I closed my eyes and trie not to throw up.

"Oh I know," Jonah smirked. "She's afraid of elevators."

I slid down the wall until I was sitting down. I pulled my knees up to my chest and I hugged my legs.

"I remember when you told me that." Dan murmured. "It's okay it's not going to crash. Or stop. Or stop then crash..."

"You're not helping."

"Are you seriously afraid of elevators?" Jake asked

I nodded. "Only because when I was five, my dad took my brother and I to a hockey game. And in the arena they had an elevator. So my brother and I found some kids we knew from school and we were playing tag during intermission. My brother and I took the elevator and it stopped. We were stuck in there for 4 hours, and nobody found out until some couple wanted to go down the elevator, but it was stuck. They had to get the fire department to come and everything. And I've never gone in a elevator since then. This is my first time."

"I remember you telling me about that... Sorry I was laughing at you." Jonah apologized.

I smiled weakly. "That happened 8 years ago and you're only apologizing now."

Then the elevator stopped. My eyes widened.

"No, no, no, no! This can't—"

"Calm down, we're at the top floor." Ian explained. Sure enough, the doors opened.

I stood up and we walked inside. There was a girl at a desk. She typing away at her laptop. Fantastic.

I walked over to her. "Excuse me, we are looking for Richard Sims."

She stared at me. "Come on. I'll show you where he is."

We walked down a hallway and we stopped in front of a door.

"I'm Ms King."

"Lindsay Cahill."

"What is your duty with Mr Sims?"

"We need to speak to him about..." I glanced at my hand where I had written down the name. "Zach... Donald. Yes. We need to speak to him about Zach Donald."

"Okay, come on in."

She pressed her finger on a scanner.

As the door opened, I reached back and grabbed Dan's hand. He gave me a reassuring squeeze.

We stepped inside. There was a very dull looking guy behind a desk. Well. His name suits his appearance.

"Mr Sims," Ms King called. Sims broke his gaze from the window. "Some people would like to talk to you. About Agent 14."

"Very well," Sims answered "Do come in."

We walked over to his desk uneasily. My God this was scary.

"H-hello," I stammered.

"Morning."

"We need to speak to Zach Donald."

"Ah, you just missed him. He left on a mission. He won't be back for an estimated 5 days."

I gasped. Five days? We had to get him in four days!

"Is there any way he can come back earlier? It's very important." I questioned.

"Well, it's only estimated to be five days. He usually comes back earlier than the estimated time."

"Oh God, this is bad..." I muttered. I ran a hand through my hair as I paced the room.

"Why? What is it to you of Zach Donald?"

"You see, seven of our relatives—"

Amy hit me. "We can't tell him about that!"

"My God, he works at MI6 I'm pretty sure we can tell him," I directed me attention towards Sims. "You can't tell anybody about this."

"I won't."

"So, seven of our relatives were kidnapped, and the person that kidnapped them gives us tasks to complete. If we complete them, the hostages live. If we fail, they die. Right now our mission is to get Zach Donald to come home with us and then we have to await further orders." I informed him.

"I see..." Sims murmured. "Well that's unfortunate."

"Can you get him to come back early?" I asked, my hope rising.

"I'm afraid not."

Then my hope crashed and burned.

"What?"

"This mission is extremely important for his career. I can't do anything about your situation."

My shoulders slumped. Great. Now freaking Alistair Oh is going to die because of some creep named Richard Sims.

"Please. At least tell us where he is doing this mission." I begged.

Sims sighed. "Only because your relatives are in danger."

He took out a slip of paper, wrote something down, and handed it to me.

I peered at what he had written.

1001 Dolphin Point

Richmond, Australia

I gaped at the note.

"Australia?!" I choked.

"Yes. That's what it says. Run along now children."

So we left the building. I can't believe we going to fly across the globe for some stupid worthless Brit!

«»«»«»

We were at the hotel room again. Packing up our stuff. Jonah had already got us another privy jet that we were going to take to Australia.

I opened up my laptop and turned Skype on.

"Hey Lindsay. What's up?" Emma asked as her face appeared on the screen.

I scratched the back of my neck. "We're going to Australia."

"Lucky! Why?"

I told her about what happened at 643 Banking.

When I finished my story, Emma frowned.

"I wish I could go to Australia."

"Why don't you?"

Mimicking Amy's voice, she replied. "Due to my condition I can't come on this mission."

I chuckled. "That's the down part about being pregnant."

"What's the good part?"

"Being able to sit around all day, because no one expects you to do anything. That's the life..." I sighed.

Emma scowled. "That's going to suck. I'm a very active person."

"Living at that mansion has changed you. Before you left, you asked me to do everything for you. I was the active one and you were the lazy person."

"I know! Lindsay, make me a sandwich. Done. Lindsay, answer the phone. Done. Lindsay, turn up the volume on the TV. Done. You really didn't have to listen to me."

"Uh, yes I did. If I said no, you would threaten to shave all the hair off my head. And I liked my hair back then."

"What, you don't like a having pink hair?"

"Not exactly. It makes me stand out in a crowd."

"That's the good part. Because if you're obvious, the police won't think it's you."

"I guess you're right. But these piercings are getting annoying."

Emma smirked. "I see you kept the lip piercing off."

"And I might need to get rid of the one on my tongue..."

Emma shrieked. "He did not French kiss you!"

"Oh, but he did."

"How was it? When did this happen? Details, Lindsay!"

I laughed. This is usually why I don't tell her this stuff. "It was that time you came into the games room and Hamilton was lying on the ground—"

"Oh my gosh! I knew it! Now, how was it?!"

"It was awesome. I've never been French kissed before, so it surprised me at first."

"Yeah, it is kinda surprising. But one thing's for sure; don't get rid of the piercing. Because if you guys are going all out, the boys like to toy with the piercing."

I gagged. "Emma, you're disgusting."

"Thanks."

"Now tell me: When did you first get French kissed? An by whom?!"

"Nobody days whom, you grandma."

"Don't avoid the question!"

"But it's embarrassing!"

"Spill!"

"Fine! So, I was backstage after this concert with him. I had, like... I don't know... 5 beers? Anyways, we were backstage and we were alone and he said he was bored, so I was like 'Hey, why don't we make out?'. So I sat on his lap, and we were really going at it, then he slipped me the tongue. It took my off guard for second, but then I did it back."

"With. Who."

"I can't tell you..."

"Was it Hamilton?!"

"No."

I gasped. "You dated other people before him?!"

"No! See, I wasn't dating this guy... It just sorta happened and now we've been awkward together ever since."

"Were you dating Hamilton when this happened?"

"God, you and your questions. And no. I'd never cheat on Hamilton."

"Good. Now answer the dang question!"

"You promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise."

Her answer came out barely above a whisper. "Jonah..."

I started doing a mixture of coughing and gagging. Just the thought of Emma and Jonah... Kissing... Made me want to hurl.

"You promise not to tell!"

"I promise, I promise. Does Ham know about that?"

"No..."

"Oh, God. That's so disgusting that you—"

"Shut up! Somebody could be listening to you!"

"Right. Okay. So, I gotta go. I'll text you later."

Emma sighed. "Bye. Love you."

"Love you too."

I ended the chat and I sat back on the couch. I cannot believe my best friend made out with my cousin... *le shudder*

I closed my laptop and stuffed it into my backpack. What is taking everybody so long?!

As if on cue, the rest of them came out of their rooms. I sighed. Time to go to Australia.

I guess it won't be that bad. I went to Australia during the clue hunt.

And let me tell you one thing; I love Australia.