A/N: Thank you to those who reviewed! It is always worth hearing that writing this story is worth it! I would also like to hear about ideas that you would like to see in my story! So whether it be certain lines you want a character to say or a certain prank you want Cammie to play on someone; I am all ears!

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Gallagher Girls series or characters or plot. Everything that is underlined came straight from the book: NOT MINE

Chapter 3

Everyone was waiting in their seats, wondering whether their new teacher was going to make a show for their class that day. The silence was awkward and strained with the girls desperately wanting to vocalise their thoughts but not wanting to go against their spy training. In the end the oppressive silence won, and so there was no noise. Oh, but that would be in a perfect world, unfortunately Tina Walters was in the class and for her, gossip was sometimes far more important. After her first question the floodgates were opened and Cammie was inundated with questions. The girl in question however only looked at the door, waiting for her teacher to show up. They were never told the answer to Solomon's questions so she would need to pay attention if she was going to impress him.

And soon enough, Joe Solomon, CIA agent, strolled into the room shouting out questions in a variety of languages, but Cammie just watches him. Eventually the time comes and with one last once-ever, Cammie does what her teacher asks.

"Close your eyes" he says in Arabic. The class complies.

"What colour are my shoes?" Just like last time everyone is silent, but unlike last time, Cammie is not one of them.

"Brown" she speaks.

There is silence for a whole 7.42 seconds (Everyone counted) until Solomon told the girls to open their eyes again. He then looked straight at Cammie, as if searching the very depths of her soul. He then carries on with his next question, although this time, he addresses Cammie only.

"Am I right-handed or left-handed, Miss Morgan?"

"You opened the door with your left but have more callouses on your right, so I imagine you are right-handed" She replies, barely a whisper of a second after he finished talking.

The girls, spies in training or not, break out in hushed whispers, some staring at Cammie like she had suddenly become an alien and some trying to look at Solomon's hands to verify her claims. Solomon's face remains impassive but his eyes burn with a peculiar intensity which Cammie swore was pride.

"Last question, Miss Morgan, since I walked into this room I have left fingerprints in five different places. Name them!"

This time Cammie takes a little more time and allows her brows to furrow slightly, her eyes darting around the room. I can't let him catch onto me too much, she thought.

"The door, Courtney's desk, your desk, the bookcase on the right of the door and…and…" hang on a second…that can't be right…" I…I don't know…" She finishes in the quietest of whispers, looking slightly ashamed for not noticing the last fingerprint; and she didn't, she really didn't. she had tracked his every step from when he walked into the room until he started asking his questions but she couldn't find the last print. While still looking into Solomon's vacant eyes Cammie suddenly had the urge to duck behind her desk and disappear, she was the chameleon for goodness' sake! She wasn't supposed to be drawing this much attention! The familiar feeling of getting caught started building in her gut, the hook which pulls at her insides, twisting, stretching and mangling her stomach before moving onto her throat until she feels as if the sweet, sweet oxygen will never pass through her trachea ever again and-

"Well done Miss Morgan. That was almost every question right but you should know I also touched my pen." Mr Solomon said in the plainest of voices before sliding his eyes to the others in the room, all temporarily forgotten in the midst of his impromptu staring contest with the one and only 'Chameleon'.

"The rest of you…you may be pretty smart, but you're also kind of stupid"

And so he continued with the rest of the sophomore year feeling like they had been slapped and Cammie, internally, was full of self-deprecating thoughts. How do you expect to defeat Catherine Goode and the Circle of Cavan if you can't even complete a classroom exercise? Dammit, I need to be ready for the summer! Get your shit together Cammie! Well at least I got the other questions right…I can't be too out of practice, but I suppose it's nothing a little training can't fix. She thought with a little shake of her head and a deep breath before tuning back into Solomon's speech.

"-ssuming you get to be buried."

SMACK.

That was what it felt like: a hard slap to the face. The little cheer she had tried to regain left as quickly as a deflating balloon. The last time it was only the pain of knowing that her father was missing and no one knew what happened to him, this time it was being the only one who knows; how he died, why he died and more importantly, where he died. Right then Cammie was no longer in Sublevel one, sitting in a room surrounded by stainless steel and frosted glass. She was on the ground with her aunt Abby next to her, both of them digging, scratching, clawing at the snow hoping to get to see the body of the man they loved and lost.

And then she was back and luckily Cammie hadn't let any tears fall from her eyes. She quickly blinked away the oncoming avalanche of moisture from her eyes and thanked her training for keeping any sign of her distress from showing. As a fifteen-year-old she would have turned beet red and turn into a mess, weeping on the floor, but of course, she wasn't an actual fifteen-year-old; she was a trained operative used to keeping emotion off of her face while enduring even the most brutal of tortures, and for this, she was immensely glad.

The rest of class continued like normal (if you can call the constant stares on her person, 'normal') and when he dismissed the class Cammie was the first to leave, her dumbfounded classmates still staring at their synchronised watches wondering if their new teacher was really dismissing them so soon.

As she went she didn't see the almost guilty look pass across Solomon's eyes before he made a note to try and smooth things over with the girl he could love like his own daughter.

A/N: So not as kick ass as some of you would like but if I didn't do it then cam would get too cocky and I would be forced to humiliate her so that she can learn her lesson. I really don't want to do that so you get this instead. But this now means that Cam can have some real fun now! I'm trying to put as much fun into this as possible before it has to get a tad more serious. After a few chapters you'll see the results of some of the sneaking around Cammie will be doing and the rest will come with time!

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~ Leona Faith