Hey guys! First, thank you to all of you who read and reviewed the first chapter! It means so much! If your one of those people who didn't review...thanks for reading, but I would love to get some more feedback! Also, sorry there wasn't, well, any Zach in the first chapter...but he's coming! I promise! Anyways, here's chapter 2! I hope you all enjoy!

(disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher Girls series! obviously)

Chapter Two

After I received the message from the director, Macey, Liz, and I had begun to talk about what my mission would be, and if, just maybe, it would involve Bex.

"It has to," Liz said, "You know Bex is the best out of all of us, and the director knows that. She's worth rescuing."

"Yeah, but Lizzie, we all know the stories about agents going MIA and the agency basically ignoring them." Macey countered, "Plus, if they were going to send someone on a mission to get Bex, wouldn't they have done it already?"

"Macey! We can't think like that!" I said, "Bex is one of the best operatives MI6 or the CIA has ever seen. They have probably been hoping she could get herself out."

"I know," Macey said her voice quiet. "I'm just so worried."

"Me too," Liz said and behind her glasses I could see tears gathering.

"Guys, I promise that if this mission is about Bex, I'll find her. I promise." I told them.

After that Macey and Liz came and sat on either side of me. I put my arms around them and we were silent. I knew that their thoughts were filled with how Bex should have been here and then the stories of agents who had never come home.

My dad had been one of those agents. And it took years to find out what had happened to him, but that was too painful to think about just then, so I pushed the memories away and got up.

"Come on guys, let's eat." I said to the two of them. At that moment we all silently agreed that we wouldn't talk about Bex, for this might be the last night I was with them for a while.

Now, let me tell you something, Macey may be beautiful. But she is certainly isn't a good cook. And Liz and I weren't in the mood to make something, so we all decided to order Chinese. While we waited Macey filled the silence with stories of her most current string of dates. And in no time, Liz and I were laughing so hard we were crying.

When I finally went home, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to sleep. But the spy in me knew that I needed sleep, and I sleep I did as soon as I got in bed.

At 5:30 my alarm went off. I cursed in Arabic (I think, in the morning my, um, language can vary) and rolled over, groaning. It was entirely too early for anyone to be up.

But then I remembered last night, and jolted up. I had a mission!

I scrambled out of bed. This called for a good breakfast. I opened my fridge, which wasn't small enough to be called a mini-fridge, but certainly not big enough to be considered a refrigerator. I grabbed some Eggo Waffles and threw them in the toaster.

While they were cooking, I went back through my room to my closet. I stood looking at my options for a minute. I went with something that followed along with my usual style.

I picked out a pair of black skinny jeans and then my killer pair of black high heeled boots that Macey had given to me for my birthday. Then I picked a plain white button-down shirt to go on top. It was classic with an edge.

I heard the waffles pop up in the toaster and quickly ran to grab them. Lucky for me I didn't burn them. I scarfed them down along with a glass of OJ and then headed back to my bedroom to get changed.

I slipped on my clothes and zipped up my boots. For my makeup I went with simple mascara and a high ponytail for my hair. Looking in the mirror, I looked like my usual self. Taking a deep breathe I went and grabbed my bag and put my phone on my hip. Taking one last look at my apartment, I closed the door.

I got to work at 6:41. I had easily avoided traffic by taking the back roads through Langley that I knew like I knew the four different ways to kill someone with a stiletto.

But as I strolled into the CIA's lobby, something felt different, off. Fellow agents bustled around me, I didn't get any weird stares so my hair wasn't THAT bad, and I didn't sense danger. But I felt that strange, indescribable feeling all the way to my office.

The CIA knows that field agents hate being, well, spied on. So every agent, no matter their rank, has their own office with a door. Only people who worked in the technology department had cubicles. This was something I loved, especially since Bex's office was right down the hallway, but today I still had that weird feeling, so I left the door open.

I sat down at my computer since I still had a couple of minutes, and I looked around my office. Nothing was out of place, and the picture of me and the girls sat on the corner of my desk at the same angle as always. There weren't any irregular footprints on the floor and no different fingerprints on my keyboard.

But I still couldn't shake that…feeling.

Trying to ignore it I read through the list of agency notices. One was from the cafeteria reminding agents that putting substances such as truth serum in other agents food was against policy.

I smiled to myself, remembering back to a time during our junior year when the four of us girls had done just that. That was when we were desperate to find answers about why the Circle was after me.

Then a thought hit me, maybe this meeting had nothing to do with a mission? No…what else could it be about. I had no idea about why Bex had gone missing; they wouldn't ask me for answers.

Besides, what else would the director want to talk to me about?

I needed a mission, it would give Liz and Macey hope, and I knew that I couldn't handle not doing anything to save Bex much longer.

It was almost seven; I stood up and straightened my clothes in the mirror hanging on the wall. I made sure my ponytail wasn't drooping. Then, I walked out of my office and walked down the long hallway that connected my building to the one the director was in. I had to pass through a full body scan, voice recognition test, and eye scan to just get into the building.

In order to use the elevator to get to the top floor I was required to have my palm scanned and my credentials examined. Finally I was in the elevator; I pressed the button for the top floor.

The elevator was empty and the ride up was short. For some strange reason I felt nervous and the strange feeling I had had all morning amplified. I took a deep breath and rolled my tight shoulder muscles.

I walked out of the elevator and headed toward the directors frosted doors. I tried to ooze the confidence that I knew my black boots deserved.

The secretary to my right nodded at me to enter. I knocked on the door though, to follow protocol and waited until I heard the words, "Enter."

I pushed the door open and the first thing I saw was the director of the CIA sitting behind a massive, cherry colored oak desk.

But the second thing I saw caused all the confidence I had just a moment ago to completely vanish. One of the two chairs sitting in front of the director's desk swiveled to face me. In it sat a guy.

My heart leapt to my throat and my stomach dropped as a pair of green eyes met mine.

"Hello Gallagher Girl."

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