Summary: The FBI has decided that MI6's idea of having a teenage spy is one of brilliance and has adopted a girl to do their biding. When there's suddenly a threat against both the Queen of England and the President of the US, MI6 and FBI must team up. More precisely, Alex Rider and Stevie Caine. Alex and Stevie aren't all that keen on going out for another mission, they've had more than their share of them. But it doesn't really look like they have much of a choice.
A/N: I re-did this because it was just too boring. (I agree DreamGirl101). So here's the new version!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Alex Rider series, or any of the characters, but any of the FBI agents are mine.
What Is the World Coming to?
Mission 1: Trial and Error (Or Test Out the New Partner)
Chapter One: "I'd like you to meet your new partner, Alex Rider."
Stevie Caine glared at Rob Telfer, the director at FBI head quarters.
"Find someone else," she snapped.
"I'm afraid we can't." Rob said with a fake apologetic glance.
"You're going to have to," Stevie said then walked out of the office.
"You remember our deal!" Rob called after her. Then he added, more quietly to himself. "She'll be back; they always come back."
Stevie was an agent for the FBI, but not by choice. She had dark brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders in waves and dark green eyes. She was an attractive sixteen year old and had naturally tan skin. She was fit and of average height.
Stevie continued down the plain white hallway then bounced down the steps and out of the large building. She stopped when she got to the sidewalk and took in a deep breath. She didn't really have much choice in the matter, Telfer didn't leave her one. What a bunch of hypocrites. Here they were, trying to make sure the public didn't black mail anyone when they were black mailing a minor into working for them. Wasn't that two crimes?
"Excuse me," a man said from behind her.
Stevie turned around and expressed her confusion in such sophisticated English, "Huh?"
The man said in a pristine English accent, "I'm Alan Blunt, from MI6, are you Stevie Caine?"
Stevie looked at him oddly. "What do you want?"
"A word," he said.
She already didn't like the man, he reminded her too much of Rob, but with a snobbier and less caring undertone.
Suddenly a boy her age appeared next to the man who called himself Alan Blunt. He had ruffed up blond hair and deliciously chocolate brown eyes.
"Alex," Blunt said simply. "I thought I asked you to stay in the car until we were ready."
"You did," Alex said. "But I figured if I was being forced to come here, I could have some freedom." Alex also had an English accent.
Stevie started to walk away.
"Miss Caine," Blunt said. She sighed.
"What?" she snapped.
"Can we talk inside?"
"Do you have an appointment?" she asked innocently.
"Yes," Blunt said shortly. He was clearly fed up with her games, but she certainly wasn't done playing them.
"Then I suppose you should get to it, the entrance is that way," Stevie pointed behind her.
"I think you've misunderstood," Alan Blunt said, narrowing his eyes, ever so slightly, at Roxy. "We've come for an appointment with you, Miss Caine. You and your director, Robert Telfer."
"Terribly sorry to disappoint you," she said in a dead on English accent. "But it seems that I no longer work for Robert Telfer. I quit just five minutes ago."
"Stevie!" someone called from the steps leading to FBI head quarters.
"What do you want, Tony?" She snapped in her normal voice without looking at the person who'd called her name.
"Rob says you better get your arse in here or he'll–"
"Shut up, Tony!" She shouted at the twenty-year-old behind her. "I know that and I don't care anymore!"
"That's what he thought you'd say," Tony said with a sigh then pulled out a gun. "Now I have to shoot you."
"I don't believe that's necessary," Alex said suddenly, surprising both Stevie and Tony. "We'll just be heading to the meeting now." Alex grabbed Stevie's arm, squeezing it a bit, but not enough so that it hurt.
"What are you doing?" Stevie protested in a low voice.
"Just go with it, you can run once we're inside," Alex said in a low voice as well. Stevie didn't respond and decided to just go see Rob after all, the government would un-expunge her criminal record and she couldn't have that. The local police department would be warranting for her arrest and everything would go downhill from there.
She sighed then lead Alan Blunt and Alex Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was to Rob's office.
"Ah," Rob said with a gloating and satisfied smile. "I knew you'd be back."
"Don't push it, Rob," she snapped. "What's this all about?"
"Well, Miss Caine, I'd like you to meet your new partner, Alex Rider," Alan Blunt said.
Stevie stared in disbelief at Alex Rider, her new partner.
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"So... Where're you from?" Alex asked. They had been instructed to get to know each other before they were given their first mission.
They were in a hotel room not far from head quarters, awaiting their call to return to the office. The room had to bedrooms and bathrooms, and reminded Stevie of Ancient Greece. There was marble everywhere and light green plants carefully strewn about. They were sitting on a large white sofa, Stevie's bare feet were perched on a glass coffee table in front of them.
Stevie didn't answer right away. She took a drink of her Mountain Dew then glanced at Alex, he was looking at her expectantly.
"Michigan," she said finally. "You're from London, right?"
"Yeah," he said. "How'd you know?"
"Skimmed through your file," she said simply. "Quite impressive, actually."
"Thanks, yours too."
"Um..." Stevie said after a thick and lengthy silence. "I'm sorry about your parents...and your uncle."
"Thanks... I'm sorry about your family."
"Thanks."
They sat in more uncomfortable silence. Stevie took a sip of her Mountain Dew. Then she had an idea. She smiled into the glass then set it down on a coaster on the table.
"So, is that it?" she asked, expertly acting as a heartbroken girl.
"Is what it?" Alex asked, clearly confused.
"You hate me." Stevie sobbed. "You don't even know me and already you hate me."
"What are you talking about?"
"That look–" Stevie stopped and took in a breath as her voice broke. "That look on your face. I know you hate me."
"Stevie," Alex began. "I never looked–"
"Don't 'Stevie, I never looked–' me!" Stevie said, suddenly faking anger. "I saw that look, you're secret's out, mister."
"You're a nut case, did you know that?" Alex stood up as he was about to leave.
"Wait," Stevie said through gasps. She was shaking with laughter and couldn't breath.
After a bit longer, Stevie stopped and looked at Alex. He looked so confused.
"I was acting," she explained. "It was too quiet and I just couldn't help myself."
"That was pretty good," Alex smiled.
"Thanks, but in acting, there is no such thing as good, only talented," she said. "Or so says my drama teacher." Stevie half smiled and took another drink while Alex sat back down.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Stevie?" it was a male voice, he sounded slightly unsure, and out of place. "It's Adam."
"Oh dear God," Stevie said lowly.
"What?" Alex looked around, confused.
"How could he have found me here?"
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Stevie?" Adam knocked again.
She silently got out from her chair and walked across the room then she had an idea.
"Alex," she said taking a step toward him. "I know we haven't known each other long, but can you please do me a favor?"
"What kind of favor?" he asked suspiciously.
"Just pretend you're my boyfriend," she said. "Be a total jerk though, at least to him."
Alex stared at her a moment.
"I'll owe you one, please?"
"Well..." Alex said uncertainly. "All right."
"Thank you!" Stevie grabbed Alex by the ears and kissed him on the cheek.
"Stevie, is that you?" Adam called.
"Ready," she asked Alex quietly. He nodded. "Come on in," she called.
Adam stepped in, he was lanky and clearly had a problem walking, he seemed to stumble with every step. He had red curly hair and wore thick rimmed black glasses. He wasn't particularly unattractive, but he wasn't handsome either.
"Oh," Adam said uncomfortably as he saw Alex with his arm draped over Stevie's shoulder as they sat on the couch. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Yes, you are," Alex said rudely. "What do you want?" The sneer in his English accent helped to drive off Adam, Stevie could see it in his eyes.
"I was just wanted to stop by and see if there was anything I could get you, Stevie."
"She's fine," Alex snapped. "Now, if you'll be kind enough to get out, we can continue in peace."
"Alex," Stevie warned lowly. She looked at Adam apologetically. "I'm fine, thanks Adam."
"Okay, I'll see you later then," Adam said then left.
"Or not," Alex called.
Stevie sighed with relief and slid down the side of the couch and buried her face in a decorative pillow. She mumbled something into it.
"What?" Alex asked.
She sat up, "I said, thank God."
"How'd you meet him anyway?"
"I saved his life, shoved him out of the way of a truck. Now he thinks he owes me something when I really just want to be left alone," she sighed again.
There was another knock on the door.
"What is it now?" Stevie snapped. She got up and walked to the door, looking through the peephole. "Oh, sh–"
"What?"
Stevie turned from the door and ran to the couch across from the door, stepping/jumping onto the coffee table in front of the door then leaping through the air, knocking Alex and the sofa over just as there was a shout of an automatic machine gun.
One bullet skimmed her thigh, leaving a searing pain behind. It was already bleeding.
"Ugh, I should have known there was something suspicious about Adam. I'm such and idiot." Stevie chided her self.