**Author's Note**

Couch: Hey feel free to review my fanfics as much as you like! Although it was kind of a downer when I figured out that you thought I was Glittering Pegasus after saying all that stuff about my wonderful writing.........but you also said nice things about my fic Duplicity so I forgive ya.

January 18, 1999
Well it looks like I've been caught about the letting the kids call me Sam thing. Anne requested that I come to her office for a meeting, and then went into a whole long speech about professionalism and proper teaching etiquette. I just sat there the entire time with a unsettling sense of deja vu from some of my meetings with Devlin.

January 20, 1999
Today Sam Coulson and Greg Blumberg met at a small tavern downtown, where they both happened to go for an after work drink. Funny how fate works sometimes.
Seriously though it was good being able to talk to Eric again. Calling each other Greg and Sam was a little weird at first, but we got used to it eventually. Hopefully having both him and Courtney to talk to now will make the rest of the mission a little more tolerable.

February 26, 1999
Just got back from the latest briefing. Apparently we still haven't gotten anything out of Myrick. Not good. With one of their top agents going missing SD-8 has probably at the very least taken extra precautionary measures, if not moved their facility. The worst case scenario is of course that they moved out of Chicago all together. This is getting extremely exhausting, worrying about how little progress we've made on SD-8 while trying to keep up a whole second life.
Oh well, at least I have a hockey game to go to tonight. I offered to take Courtney along for appearances sake. She laughed and responded, "Yeah right! Like I want to put up with someone in jock mode, spilling cheap beer all over me if I'm not dating them in real life? No thanks!" So Weiss and I are going instead.

March 5, 1999
New student today at South Glen South. Wondering why I'm mentioning this? Simple, it's the first time that's happened......okay some I'm a loser, shut up! But there's a very good reason why it was memorable. I had her introduce herself and then moved on to discussing As You Like It. The first topic being pastoral comedy. The first I answer I got was that "that's what they do to milk", once I explained that that was pasteurize, Sera looked at me confused and said "parakeet?"
I was suddenly glad for my CIA training to help me not laugh. The next volunteer was none other than my new student Josie. Her answer was definitely not what I expected. She said, "Pastoral means set in the country. Originally seen in the Eclogues of Virgil. It's from the Latin pascere. To graze."
Can you believe that? I didn't even know all of that right now, much less in high school!

March 7, 1999
Alright! I am going to kill whatever genius decided that my cover should be as a teacher! There was a staff meeting this morning, no big occurrence there usually is one everyone, but this time they were randomly selecting the teacher's that would be part of the prom committee. Wasn't really paying attention so I didn't realize that my name had been drawn until I heard someone telling me what room the meeting with the student committee would be in.
I pretty much sat there silently at the meeting feeling very out of place, but I managed to gather that South Glen South is very competitive about the prom. I did not join the CIA for this! Wish I could call mom, she'd be great at something like this.

March 25, 1999
We got some information out of Myrick at last. SD-8 is quickly establishing themselves by forming a clientele list of the organized crime families in the Chicago area. A deal involving $ 200,000 in illegal weapons is suppose to take place at a local club called Delloser Hall next Wednesday. Courtney and I will be there along with a surveillance team.

March 31, 1999
The Delloser mission did not go quite as well as planned. I was apprehensive from the very start. There were lots of teenagers there that night, at least ten of which were my own students. Having so many people around who knew me, even though they knew me as Sam Coulson, got tricky. I tried my best not to make any contact with them, but it just so happened that I turned around from the bar and found myself standing right in front of Josie.
"Josie........out on a school night." I said for lack of anything more creative.
"The bathroom was disgusting!" Courtney exclaimed dramatically as she returned to my side, giving me a questioning look.
"I'd like you to meet Laura." I said.
"His girlfriend." Courtney responded quickly.
I quickly shot Courtney a look telling her to play along, "She's visiting from New York. Josie's one of my students."
"Nice to meet you," Josie said.
"What? I'm sorry I can't even think in here." She yelled over the music and then turned to me, "No offense, I know you love this. I just hope you get it all out of your system before you move to New York."
Courtney was a great actress we had her convinced in seconds.
"My firm has season tickets to the Met." Courtney continued on.
"Oh, well.....I love baseball!" Josie said. I laughed along with her (a perfectly normal thing to do when someone makes a joke).
"Well, it's nice to meet you," Courtney said trying to end this little social event as quickly as possible. I understand why, carrying on a conversation was distracting. Once we were out of sight Courtney asked, "What was that about?"
"Well, we couldn't very well sat that we were CIA agents on a mission could we, 'Laura'?" I said emphatically.
She rolled her eyes, "Duh. I know why we made up that little act. What I don't know is why you were flirting with your students."
"I was not flirting!" I said in shock.
Courtney laughed, "Uh-huh."
I decided to ignore her from then on.....of all the stupid assumptions! I was not flirting with her.....at least I don't think so.
It was only made worse a little later when I watched Josie doing this silly dance up on stage, and by silly I mean mental hospital silly, I mean completely coming out of your shell silly. I'm actually laughing right now thinking about it. I never would have taken her for the type to do something like that. Courtney watched also, a questioning look plastered firmly on her face, glancing back and forth between the stage and me.
Anyway, about an hour later we spotted another well known SD-6 agent, accompanied by an assembly of about 5 other unknown but similar looking people. We reported to the team outside while observing them at a table in the corner. I have no idea what they were talking about, but from their expressions I could tell it was definitely business. I glanced away for less than a second, when I looked back 3 of them were gone. After some initial swearing, Courtney and I split up to search for them. I followed one into the alley out back.
"Excuse me." I said to stop him from going out into a crowded area. He must have picked up on me earlier because he didn't hesitate to turn around and kick me down onto my ass.
"Eagle eye this is white rabbit, got one heading your way." I yelled into my collar.
"Four more going out the front!" I heard Courtney's voice in my earpiece. I made it to the front in time to see the SD-8 agents go out the door before dispersing into the crowded street. We managed to get one, but the rest got away.....no idea where they went.