Hey guys! Thanks to sarahfan and Jesus freak16 for the reviews! Once again disclaimer I DO NOT OWN LIBERTY'S KIDS! this disclaimer will self-destruct in 5...4...3...2...1...BOOM! hahaha ok here is chapter 3! There's a little S/J for those of u who LOVE S/J stories. Oh yeah, and the part that starts with "'Cecile, where are you?' Henri asked, wandering down the second floor hall" is going to be part of the episode "American Crisis". And that's it!

Chapter 3

As James was bored the next day, he decided to go out for a walk. Little did he know that he had two spies following him.

"......Sarah!" James exclaimed as he jumped about a foot into the air in surprise. "Oh, hello, James," Sarah said softly. "Just taking a walk around the block?" "Mmhmm. Wanna walk together?" "Sure." Sarah could have sworn she heard some giggling behind her, but when she turned around there was nobody there. They walked for some time before stopping in a grassy field and leaning against a tree.

Meanwhile, those two little spies, who happened to be Cecile and Henri (of course), had nothing to do, so Cecile said, "You want to go for a walk? I heard Sarah and James aren't covering stories and are taking walks, too." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" They yelled out at the same time, "Go spy on them!"

Back to Sarah and James...

Sarah stood up, bewildered. "There it is again!" James stood up, also bewildered. "What are you talking about? I didn't hear anything." He turned to Sarah and smiled. "I have an idea. Let's look at a couple of things we've written." Sarah's ears turned pink. "Why ever would you want to do that?" "Just let me see what you've written." He grabbed for her notebook. She pulled it out of his reach, and one minute later, James found himself on top of Sarah. He stood up, slightly red, and dusted off his shirt. "Well," he said in voice that was higher than usual, "maybe we should stop." "You're right; that was completely improper." James just grinned, and the next thing Sarah knew, he was on top of her again. Inches from her face, James said, "Okay, that's out of my system." But Sarah wasn't so sure. She couldn't just lose this opportunity to express her true feelings just as he was getting up! She tried to sit up, but instead of getting away from him, her lips touched his for about 3 minutes.

Hiding behind Robert Bell's print shop near the field, Henri and Cecile said, "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq", then jumped out of their hiding place and started clapping wildly. Cecile put her fingers to lips, but instead of telling Henri to be quiet, she whistled with her fingers. Just as Sarah and James turned to them, Henri yelled, "RUN!" and they were off to the races.

"Cecile, where are you?" Henri asked, wandering down the second floor hall. "I'm right here, in my room," she replied. "I'm bored. Sarah and James are out with George Washington; want to go with them?" "Sure," he replied hastily. "Just remember to run and hide if they see you." He smiled wryly.

A few hours later, they were off to see Sarah and James. Henri left a note that said, "Gone to LA BOTTLE," hoping Moses could read his writing.

When they got there, Cecile gasped and started laughing for some reason Henri could not see. "Henri, they're at it again!" Suddenly, James and Sarah turned and Cecile and Henri ran off in another direction. But instead of running back to Philadelphia, they inadvertently ran into the battle field, where the colonists and the Redcoats were just beginning to fight.

(Little LNN break here? I think not! Probably because I can't play the piccolo OR the violin; that's my mom's department.)

"Fire!" shouted a Redcoat through the clearing. Henri's heart sank. Slowly, but apprehensively, the two children turned around, only to see a British soldier aiming his musket at Cecile! She gestured for him to back off, that she could handle it on her own, but it was too late; the Redcoat had already pulled the trigger.

Henri gasped, his brown eyes wide with shock. He couldn't let his best friend die! But he had an image to uphold! What would George Washington say if he walked onto the field to see his little French friend on top of a girl?!? But he had to save his friend. She meant too much for her to leave him alone in the world. He studied the consequences hard. He didn't have much time. He had about 30 seconds to think before he would lose his best friend for the rest of his life. He started to run as fast as he could. He jumped up....he wasn't going to make it: the bullet was inches away from her head. It was like she was frozen to the ground. He stopped in midair, landed, and took another, farther jump. He made it just in time to push her away, the bullet just missing his head.

Both children out of breath, Cecile's hair tousled, Henri stood up and dusted off his pants. "Get down!" Cecile hissed. "They'll see us!"

"You're welcome," Henri replied with a smile on his face. "But now we have to hide. Let's get in this barrel." "But it's too small." "Just get in! Shhhh! someone's coming!" "Come on!" "Okay, I'm in." Neither of them seemed to realize that Cecile had to sit on Henri so that both of them would be comfortable. Just then they thought they heard a voice. A male voice. An oh- so-Jamesy voice. "Oh, no!" Cecile moaned. "Shhh!"

"Exactly," James was saying, "But why would he do that unless......THAT'S IT! He's got some big plan to turn things around...Yikes!" The barrel was tipping over, they had no control!

"Aaaaaahhhhh!...Ouch!" they both shouted in unison.

"What are you guys doing in there?" Sarah demanded.

"Just paying our dues for a day off," Henri replied automatically. "Good one," Cecile said in his ear.

"Whew! That was a close one, both times!" Cecile said, reclining on the couch in her room upstairs. "Oui, they didn't know what hit them!" Henri said, just before James stormed into Cecile's room.

"Vous pourriez faire avec cogner!" "Er...what did she say?" James asked Henri. "She said 'You could do with knocking!' Personally, I agree with her. You don't know what we were doing!" "No time for being a gentleman now. Did either of you see me and Sarah in that field the other day?" "Er..Well..." "What are you taling about?" Cecile said. "Henri's never showed me any fields in Philadelphia."

"Are you sure?" "Would I lie to you?"

That was tough. Henri told him she was the best liar around, but she never lied to her friends. "All right...if you say you don't know..." And he left to set the type for the Gazette, shutting the door behind him.

"Phew!" "When I said I was a liar, I told you that I am a liar." "That reminds me about that time they caught Nathan Hale." "Oh, yeah! And they caught James, too, and we made up the biggest whopper ever!"

It was a few days ago when the Lobsterbacks caught Nathan Hale. James went after them, and he was caught by the British. "Then we made up this giant lie because Sarah went up to them and told them to let him go?" "Yeah, and then we said that they were getting married!"

flashback

Cecile had gotten a little apprehensive, laughed nervously, and asked to be excused from them all, yanking Henri with her.

"Hey!" "What kind of a lie was that?!" "Please just do this one thing for me!" "Why? What's in it for me?" "I'll use my secret weapon on you!" "Oh. OK. DONE DEAL!"

end flashback

"You never did tell me what your secret weapon was," Cecile said, a smirk on her face. "What is it? All you said was that it would be really bad for me."

Henri got up and made sure the door was closed. "I said it would be bad for you before, because I had to run away first. Now that you're here, and now that we're older, it won't be as bad. Stand up." And Cecile did as she was told. He inched his way toward her. "Henri," she started to say. She was going to continue with, "What are you doing?" but she couldn't; her lips were too preoccupied. She couldn't possibly talk either; Henri was working his secret weapon.

Now Cecile was pretty confused. "That's your secret weapon?"

"Non," Henri said with a grin on his face.

"So what did you do that for?" "I couldn't help it!" "How did you learn to do THAT?" "Sarah," Henri replied simply. "That's not the first time they've done it." And they both broke into fits of giggles. "Are we ever going to tell them what we saw?" "Yes, but maybe..." and he started to whisper in her ear. "Maybe we should speak to them in French. It would be best for them not to understand, especially with Sybil Ludington in town!" "Who?!" "This girl that James visited in New York." "Oh...I get it. So now he has to choose one of them!" "Exactement."

"I'm going to go help Sarah cook dinner; she said we're having stew tonight." Cecile opened the door only to find James with his ear to the door, his journalist notebook in one hand, his quill in the other.

"JAMES!!!!!!"

Guys, just so u know, exactement = exactly.
also (this one is obvious): "un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq" means "one, two, three, four, five" ;)

Whew! That was THE longest chapter I've ever written. It took me two whole days just to do it!