A/N: Sorry it took so horribly long! I kinda... lost the notebook for a while... lol. I promise to update more often now though. If I don't Becky will kill me. Nice friend, huh? ;-)

IMPORTANT!!: We kinda messed up on some of the times in the last chapter. Pretend Skye had to go meet the mystery caller at 10:15 pm, not 7:30. Ok? Lol. Sorry about that.

Chapter Nine~ By Becky

Rory's POV

After I change, I sit in my living room watching "Will and Grace." It's a really funny show.

Skye just left to go somewhere. Probably some "totally cute guy" who needs some "help" with something. I get up and grab my black purse and head out the door. I walk down to the parking garage of the apartment building.

Oh, sh*t, I think as I see my car. There's a ticket on the windshield. It looks like a parking ticket. But... I didn't park wrong.

I walk over to my car and pick up the slip of paper. I glance down at it. It looks like a regular ticket but random letters on it pop out at me like some sort of code. After staring at it for a moment, I'm able to decipher it.

Come to Twelve and Rookie under the light. 10:30.

This is getting weird. But then, the last few days have been weird. Like someone is watching me. It already is 10:30.

I don't know what comes over me, but I have a sudden urge to play this out like a spy. Secretive and covert. I crumple up the ticket and shove it in my back pocket, then hop into my car and stick the key in the ignition.

I speed out of the garage and head to 12th and Rookie. As I drive my palms begin to sweat. My hair is still wet from the shower and I shiver.

I reach 12th and Rookie at around 10:45. I wait for about 10 minutes when it suddenly hits me that this is probably all just a joke. I sigh and start my car again, mentally slapping myself for being so gullible.

Suddenly, I hear someone banging on my window next to me. My heart leaps. I turn quickly and look out the window. It's Uncle Marshall!

"You got my message," He says.

"Yes, what's this about?" I ask.

"Well, there's a few things you have to know. Well I mean, more than a few things all together but first things first, this is big news and we don't want to rush it-"

"Uncle Marshall... what?" I cut in before his ramble can get to far.

"OK well... I don't really work for a bank. I work with the CIA. Your neighbor- Michael Vaughn- and his girlfriend Sydney- they work with me and we've been studying you for a while now. Well not exactly studying, because that would be creepy, but we've been... keeping an eye on you and-"

At this point, I faint.

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I wake up. My first thought is that the whole thing had been a dream. But then I realize I don't know exactly where I am and my head is pounding. My eyes adjust and I see that there's dim lights surrounding the room. That's when I see him walk over to me. Michael.

"Hey, are you alright? Marshall said you bumped your head on the steering wheel when you blacked out."

No wonder my head hurts so bad. I reach up and feel the rather large lump near my temple. The pain is still throbbing. This rules out the dream theory even more, I guess.

"I think I'm fine," I reply.

A few more people enter the room now. Marshall and a tall, pretty brunette woman who introduces herself as Sydney. Ahh, so this is Sydney.

That's when I see him. Andrew, the guy from the night club. He starts coming towards me.

"Rory, this is my younger brother Andrew. He was recently recruited."

I smile weakly at him. He doesn't smile back.

Mike's pager goes off and he excuses himself for a moment.

"Hi," I say to Andrew.

He walks away without saying a word back to me.

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A/N: Awww, poor Rory. Lol. So... what's going on here? And what's happening with Skye back at the warehouse with the mysterious shadowy man? Will Andrew warm up to Rory again? Will Rory accept the recruitment? Tune in for the next installment to find out, and don't forget to REVIEW! :-D