A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I got really busy and just didn't have enough time to write, but anyway, no excuses. I enjoyed writing this, so I hope you like reading it! Reviewing is totally not an option. It's a must. Or my fragile little heart just might break in two! Hahaa. But seriously, I love reviews, they make my day! So please, review!

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Disclaimer: I don't own JONAS.

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The erratic thumping in my chest betrayed the look of placidness I forced my features to hold.

I barely registered how naturally I burrowed my feelings. This wasn't something that was taught. This wasn't something that was learned. It just was. Death didn't ask how you felt before it overtook your body. In one single moment, everything you know may be a lie so deeply planted, that it sends you down a numb spiral of nothingness. And everything you trust goes right with it. In one single moment, every thing may be compromised. So despite the whirl of guilt disturbing my stomach, I couldn't help the wave of uncertainty I felt as I peeked a glance at Ben, and in one single moment he became the enemy.

A deep noise, slightly resembling a chuckle rang throughout the car, and I slowly slid my right hand into the pocket of my pleated skirt. "Listen Misa," My eyes pierced into the side of his head as I watched him throw the toothpick he'd recently used out of the window, and caress the freshly shaved goatee that sat on his face, "With all due respect, I think I know a little bit more about this kind of fieldwork than you do. If someone was following us, I would know." The sharp click of my pocket knife being opened was unheard as an annoying smirk spread across his face.

Wrong answer.

My knuckles whitened, as the grip I held on the blade grew. I was sure now. I was positive. Like an angel softly whispering into my ear, the words trader, liar, danger, and Johnny clouded my mind until they were the only sounds I could hear. I subtly leaned closer to Ben, and poised the knife into a familiar stance. I drew nearer, but I finally found myself at a distance perfect for striking, with the object in my left hand quickly becoming moist from the sweat trekking to the surface of my now clammy hands. I focused as I took a deliberate intake of breath. Ben's line of sight remained attached on the road, as his inability to notice the knife I had carefully hidden and aimed for his side grew more apparent. Just as I moved to stab him, a loud bang busted my eardrums.

A calloused hand shoved my head against the window with a painful thud, and glancing out of the corner of my eye, I froze in realization as a nine millimeter bullet almost grazed my left cheek. Time seemed to stop as I locked eyes with Ben, and immediately the sudden urge to barf deemed itself difficult to withstand. He could have easily let me die, but he was on my side. I was wrong. Again. And this time, it almost cost a man his life. Staring at him, I suddenly grew aware of his mouth moving at a rapid pace, "Get down, Misa! GET DOWN!" My eyes molded into a chilling black color as they hardened, and I ducked, the situation before me finally settling in.

I kept my head down, and carefully crawled into the back seats of the car. "What are you DOING?" Ben cried, as the car swerved chaotically and threw me against the hard door. Ignoring his question, I placed my self on the ground and began cutting a slit in the carpeted floor with the knife I still grasped in my hand, only halting as another round of shots were fired. Finally peeling back the worn material, a handle was revealed and I yanked with all of my might. Silently willing the bloody compartment to just open, I tugged one final time, and breathed in relief as it obliged. Grabbing the loaded rifle inside, I motioned for Ben to roll down the window as I aimed fire at the car that was now gaining on us. "Still think no one was following us?" I yelled, smirking at Ben in bitter amusement.

"Just shut up and keep shooting." His voice roared over the constant bullets being directed toward us.

"I'll keep shooting if you start driving. I know the government's not paying for you to drive like this."

The black SUV suddenly bumped our tail end, "Crap." Ben mumbled. "For your information, this was supposed to be a low rank mission and this is a low rank position."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Don't give me that garbage. How about you save our arse's, and show this good-for-nothing black car how it's done?"

He laughed dryly, "Will do. But remember, this was your idea, not mine."

And just that quickly I felt the car lunge forward into a speed so great, I struggled just to lift my arms into position and shoot the now distancing SUV. I flew against the other side of the car as it hit a sharp turn. A heavy pain developed on my head and the world faded to black.

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A dull pounding vibrated through my skull, and I forced my heavy eyelids open to find myself in an uncomfortably hard chair.

"I'm terribly sorry miss, we got in so late last night, and after all she's been through I just didn't have the heart to wake her until the last possible…" The loud voice trailed off, as whomever it belonged to seemed to take account of my sudden actions.

I groaned and sat up, not welcoming the incredible brightness of the area. "And she's up! Macy, sweetie, here's your schedule." As a schedule was handed to me, I looked toward the voice in confusion, and instantly recognized Ben. The large, easy smile he flashed me matched his unfamiliar tone, but the emotion reflected in his eyes was pure relief. "Well, thank you Mrs. Lopez. I should be heading off to work, though. Once again, I apologize for the tardiness…"

The Hispanic woman smiled warmly, "Ah, Mr. Misa. It's not a problem. But I'm sure I've already said that twenty times prior to now."

Ben laughed softly, "It was nice meeting you." I frowned in confusion, my brain for some reason slightly fuzzy. He grabbed my arm and led me out a door marked 'Main Office,' and as soon as it shut behind us his normal gruffness returned.

"Your okay." It wasn't a question but a statement, and it confused me more. "That door was a lot harder than you thought, eh?"

That's when it hit me. The knife, the black SUV, the shooting, the hitting of my head before everything went pitch black…everything. "I don't think it was the door, more so your psycho driving." I mumbled as I rubbed my head.

He smiled, "Hey, like I said. All your idea."

I rolled my eyes, "Why are we here?"

"Because I figured you wouldn't stay unconscious forever, and I most definitely did not want to be the one to explain to Black why you didn't attend your first day of school." He shrugged. "I know your head must hurt so I got some Advil."

I took the pills and bottle of water from him, "I almost die, and what do I get? Pain killers. Gee, I feel loved." I swallowed them none the less and opened my mouth to ask another question, but Ben cut me off.

"Look, I know you must have a lot of questions, but I have to go. Everything you need is in your bag. Just do what you were brought here to do, and remember to sign up for as many activities as possible." And just like that he walked off.

I sighed and looked around. Despite how much I didn't want to baby sit JONAS, I couldn't help but feel sort of intrigued. The only things I knew about school, came from the rare occasions I sat in front of a television screen. Suddenly a bell sounded and I jumped, startled as other students began to fill the hallway. I started to walk with everyone else, but stopped and glanced around in all directions, because I didn't have a clue as of to where I was going.

I frowned at the flimsy piece of paper in my hand, looking for some sort of instruction, and then with a loud "oof," I found myself looking at the ceiling. I almost yelled at the person responsible, until I saw her crestfallen face. "I'm so sorry." She choked, tears welling up in her eyes.

I hastily stood from my position, thankful I didn't have any loose papers to pickup around me. "Uh, it's okay. Honestly, it didn't even hurt." I rushed, not wanting the girl to cry over accidentally knocking me down.

To my surprise she laughed, "I'm not upset about that." Her expression grew remorseful. "It's just…come on." Before I knew what was happening I found myself being dragged into an empty bathroom.

The blonde haired girl locked it, and unsure of her intentions, I fingered the knife in my pocket for safety precautions. "Okay, so it's like this. I'm in love with my best friend. I know, dumb. And he's dating this girl, she is a total witch. You know blonde, beautiful, amazing clothes?" I quirked an eyebrow, almost certain she had described herself, but kept my mouth shut as I understood that for some strange reason she needed me to listen. "But anyway, today he came up to me and started listing off things about me he loved, then he ended it saying that…that he loved me."

I wasn't sure I was following this correctly, "And that's a problem?"

She smiled a watery smile, "No. It's absolutely perfect, and it made me weak to the knees. The problem is that when I opened my mouth to tell him I loved him back, he smiled and told me that was what he planned on telling Vanessa." Oh. "Which is his girlfriend's name." She added.

"Ouch." I blurted.

She nodded, "Yeah, ouch." Then the tears started to pour down her face.

My eyes widened in panic, and I engulfed her into a giant hug. I didn't even realize I had done so, until I felt the unfamiliarity of it. I have never been known as the soft type, but something about this girl's tears was breaking my heart. "Hey, hey, stop crying right this instant." I demanded.

She pulled away in surprise. "Gosh, I don't even know you and you have managed to almost make me cry!" She laughed as I spoke.

"Gasp! You have such a pretty smile! I'm sure that idiot of a best friend of yours needs a serious butt whopping. What kind of guy stays friends with someone like you?" I exclaim overdramatically.

She playfully flips her hair, "I am kind of amazing aren't I?"

I laugh in response, "Kind of."

She laughs too, and suddenly her arms are around me again in a hug. "Thank you."

Normally, I would have shoved the person giving me a hug away, with the threat of an early death hanging over their head, but this time I found myself hugging her back.

"You know what? I can already tell. We're going to be like best friends." She squealed, as she pulled away.

And then I remembered. Stella. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't be her best friend, because it was a part of my mission to become Stella Malone's. "Right." I forced a smile.

"Well, we can't be best friends if we don't know each other's names!" She giggled.

I smiled, still a little bummed about not being able to get to know this girl better. And trust. For me, that's weird. "Macy. Macy Misa."

"Nice to meet you Miss Misa." She said in a mock British accent. "Stella Malone." She reached out to shake hands, but my eyes widened in shock.

"You're Stella?" Then noticing the flicker of confusion on her face, I changed my tone. "I mean…you're…Stella!"

She gave me a weird look, and laughed. "Yeah, and you're Macy!"

I laughed, excited and somewhat relieved to find out that this girl was actually Stella. "Um, no offense but you should clean your face."

Stella stood in front of the mirror a yelped, "I look like a clown!"

"What? No…" I argued weakly. She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Okay, yeah you do." I stifled a laugh.

Just then a bell sounded again, and I jumped at the noise once again. "Oh nooooooo." Stella groaned. "We're late."

"I guess we are." I shrugged. "But I'm not letting you walk out of here looking like that!"

And then for the next fifteen minutes, we talked and laughed while Stella reapplied her makeup. When we finally started to head to our classes, I almost forgot that I was on the job. I was on a case. I was on a mission. But for a moment, I was just a normal teenage girl, walking down the hall with her best friend.

We passed a guy standing in a corner, with the phone against his ear, but I paid him no attention and kept walking with Stella to class.

His gaze locked onto my back as I turned the corner. "Yes. I saw her." His voice low as he spoke into the phone. "Don't worry. I'll get her there. It won't be a problem." Then he hung up.

The boy chuckled to himself as he walked off, "Macy Misa's not going to know what hit her."

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