I'm so sorry, I really have been M.I.A., I was on a trip and well, there wasn't any internet access. AT ALL. So I hope you guys like this chapter! Oh and by the way, I own everything.

Got you going for a second there, huh? I own everything but the people.

Miley's P.O.V

The bell above the cozy ice cream store door rang softly as Nick dragged me in. Mmm, I sighed, the shop smelled of coffee and ice cream, yum. It seemed that it was pretty popular, there were hoardes of teenagers, two cute old couples, and a young family crammed into the small space. The teenaged girls didn't scream or hurl themselves at Nick, I guess they were used to seeing him here, some of the boys even greeted him with a 'Hey Nickster'. (A/N yes, i know, cheesy.)

"Uh, so what would you like?" Nick asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Hm.." I examined the flavors displayed, "I think I'll get the Vanilla Bean."

Nick snorted, and muttered, "Boring.." then he spoke louder to the girl behind the counter, "One Vanilla Bean, and one Rocky Road."

She quickly scooped the creamy goodness into two cones, handing them to us, before getting behind the cash register.

"That'll be 5 dollars." she said.

Nick pulled out his wallet, I wasn't about to let him get away with paying for MY ice cream cone, I pulled out 3 dollars from my clutch, and placed it on the counter. Nick looked up from his wallet in surprise, but just placed his 2 dollars on top of my 3. I thanked her and we walked out to the two armchairs in front of the window. We both sat down at the same time, I started licking at the dripping ice cream coming down the cone. Nick took a bite of his Rocky Road, and picked at a thread on the chair he was sitting on.

He broke the silence saying, "You know, my mom would kill me if she found I let you pay half for the ice cream."

"Uh-huh," I replied, "with what? The two cents you had left in your wallet?"

"But still.." he remarked, the looked up at me, startled, "How'd you know I had two cents left?"

"Er... lucky guess?" I tried to cover, lamely.

His look said he didn't buy it, but before he could say anything, my cellphone dinged, signaling that I had a new text message. I dug my phone out of my clutch and looked down at the tiny screen with the text message from my boss across it:

Good job, agent. We were getting worried. Yes, you can tell Grey. .

-Devin

"I'm not buying it...," Nick said in a sing-song voice.

I sighed, "Ok, the thing is-" I stopped. Oh My Gosh, how'd they find us?! Our old "buddy", Alfie and another thug were across the street waiting for the cross-light. I swore under my breath, in French of course.

Nick's P.O.V.

Miley mumbled something angrily while looking out the window, and then I saw them. Alfie was now half-way across the cross-walk with a random thug I'd seen before.

I turned towards Miley, "You got us out of everything else, what do we do know?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor of panic out of my voice.

"Is there a back door? Or something?"

"Not that I know of."

"Uh.. uhm.."

Then I realized, Miley didn't have any idea what to do.. and after 2 seconds I realized I did. The thought of finally knowing something that Miley didn't kept me calm while telling Michael, the guy behind the counter, what we needed to do instead of maniacally yelling at him. These people, regulars at the ice cream store, had always been like my family, from Michael to old Mr. Giovanni who sat at the corner table, I knew I could trust them. Michael nodded, and motioned for us to hop over the counter, I slid over the counter, and helped Miley over after I'd made . Michael shooed us into one of the cabinets under the smooth granite counter-tops. We crouched into the cramped space.

Miley whispered, "Can we.. can you trust them?"

"They won't talk, trust me, all of the people in this shop, I've known them each for at least 6 years. Before I was even famous." I assured her.

"Are-" I covered her mouth with my hand as the ding-a-ling of the bell above the door sounded. I knew it was Alfie and the thug because all the muffled conversation I could hear in the shop paused for a second as if taking in Alfie, but thankfully, my friends continued talking as if nothing ever happened. Miley and I sat in there, frozen, barely breathing, I hope the people outside of the cabinet couldn't hear my heart thumping, yeah, I was that nervous.

"Where are they?" I heard Alfie growl.

"Who?" asked the ever-smooth Michael, "The sour gummy bears? We ran out, but may I recomend the-"

"Not the candy, NICK GREY and his girlfriend," I had to stifle my laughter when I saw the angry look on Miley's face when he said "girlfriend".

"Nick Grey..." a little-girl's voice said, whom I could instantly identify as Kelsie, the coolest little 9-year-old girl ever, "As in the POPSTAR?!" She screeched. "He.. was in here? Where? Please tell me!" Miley raised her eyebrows, it was true, Kelsie was a good actor.

"Yeah," said someone who I could only guess as the thug, "the wittle popstar." he said mimicking Kelsie's voice.

Alfie's distinctive growl was hear again, "Nick Grey and a girl were right there, I saw 'em myself through the window. WHERE ARE THEY?!"

"Sir, the only reason I didn't kick you out in the first place was because you were wearing a suit, but now you're just being crazy, intimidating customers, yelling at me. Now, I wouldn't care if you were Brad Pitt, your going to have to leave, Sir." Michael said in a calm voice.

"I ain't leaving until you tell me where they are." thundered Alfie, " I can smell the phony popstar right now, and according to the tracker, he's right here."

Miley's eyes widened and her eyebrow's shot up, from the look on her face I could tell we were thinking the same thing...They have a tracker?!

What'd you guys think? I thought it was a pretty good chapter, some spy goodness in there. Review! I love to hear what you think! And thank you to all who HAVE reviewed, great bunch of people, you are.

-toastyenchilada