Summary:: At the Fowl Manor, in Dublin, Ireland, a new English maid is sent to work there. What if..what if..that new "maid" just happens to be an undercover agent/assassin?

And what if Artemis falls in love with her??
R n R plzzz!

Rated:: R, maybe PG-13, for..umm..suggestive ideas?..yeah you get the hint. ((hopefully)) and mild language ((heh heh))

Title: Autumn's Newcomer

A/N: Looks at freaky lawyers in big sunglasses Okay...okay…I don't own anything coughESPECIALLYTHOSESSUNGLASSEScoughhack. All I own is my character, Amalia Greenwich. Happy now?? freaky lawyers shrug and walk away Phew…that was close…sort of like that one movie…Close Encounters of the Third Kind… ;)

Prologue

"When I say I want something done, I WANT IT DONE!"

Oh god. I just rolled my eyes and sighed. "Whatever," I said.

You see, I work for an undercover agency called C19 7. I'm not really sure anymore whether this agency has good or bad intentions anymore…ever since we came under the new direction of a certain Miss Christine Magnoliana, or M&M for short. (That's what we all call her, but she doesn't seem too happy about it. I would be…I mean it COULD be a lot worse…this is ME we're dealing with.)

Anyways, ever since SHE became in charge, things took a turn for the worse. And I mean THE WORSE. When I first joined C19 7, things around here were much much much different. It was an honorable agency, one that looked out for the downtrodden and stuck up for those in need. Well, at least while Mr. Hampton was in charge. He was your typical bald, bearded, old guy that treated everyone like his own children. But then one day, he was gone. Just…I don't know…GONE. THAT'S when things started going down the tubes. Suddenly our organization started becoming more concerned about money. And assassinations. To get the money.

My name is Amalia Greenwich. I'm a rebel, I guess. Or that's what people tell me. I bursh it off, though. I have black hair with red tips on the bottom. My eyes are green and I'm only five foot, even though I'm eighteen years old. I joined the agency when I was ten, almost (but not quite) eleven. I came here when my parents, Liane and Henry, died in a car crash, along with my older brother, Patrick (or Pat, for short) and my baby cousin, Camille. I alone survived, left with a scar the size of the Great Wall of China. Well, actually it's the size of my thumb. It's shaped like a crescent moon; sort of a weird, twisted version of Harry Potter, eh? (Cool word…eh…)

"What's the mission THIS time?" I asked, trying to sound as bored as possible. I've always been known as the "smartass" of the group.

"Do not roll your eyes at me, Miss Greenwich. Please listen to what I have to tell you," M&M stated in a business-like manner.

"Okay, okay, I'm listening."

"Please sit. This may come as a slight shock to you, seeing as you have never left the Americas…however, nonetheless I feel obligated to send you on this mission." Leave it to her to go on…and on…and on…and on…

I waited.

"Beg you pardon, but the mission is…" I trailed off, expecting an answer. I'd have to be careful with my words at this point in the game; you never knew what she would threaten nowadays.

"Your mission is to capture and/or kill a certain Artemis Fowl II. He resides in the Fowl Manor in Dublin, Ireland. If you successfully pull off this particular mission, there could be a large reward in it for you and the agency," Miss Magnoliana said.

Rewards mean nothing to us veterans of C19 7. Everyone who has been here for at least a year knows that they never fulfill their empty promises (and bribes, possibly?) of "rewards". Everyone who's smart enough knows that the only person who actually gets rewarded in the slightest way is Miss Magnoliana.

"Before I agree to the terms, who is this… 'Artemis Fowl II?'" I questioned.

"He is a billionaire, and very much like yourself. He is about your age and around five foot seven inches tall. The rest you shall have to research yourself, Miss Greenwich." M&M replied.

"Done." This kid sounded like a potential hottie…he he.

"You shall set off on a private jet called The Eternity tomorrow morning at exactly five o'clock sharp. From there you shall apply for the job of "House Maid" at the Fowl Manor. We shall contact you with further instructions."

Wow…this sounded pretty important…Miss M. rarely ever had the agency contact anyone…especially someone like me, so far away…

Looks like I had an adventure comin' on…

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