Title: Kisses and Killings; Permanent Placement Program

Summary: Welcome to a world where the best hide in the streets of Roseville. Welcome to a world where nothing is as it seems. Welcome to the world of Andi, DeeDee, Carlos and Will--Welcome to the Permanent placement Program. Welcome to hell.

Rating: T

Warning: Contains references to violence, self-harm, mental disorders and possibly sex.

Disclaimer: I haven't ever owned the Gallagher Girls.

Claimer: I own Andrea Jones, Carlos Ruiz, William Marr and the Permanent Placement Program. I also own the minor OCs.

A/N: AGAIN, not much action. My problem is that in the beginning, I always take too long to get everything started. More explanations--but it's also over 3,000 words. As for character pics, there are new ones on my profile. I'm trying to find a better DeeDee, since the one I have makes her look really old. Will and Carlos and Andi are fine--if anyone listens to PureNRG, Carolyne (the brunette girl) is exactly like I imagined Andi to look like. If anyone has any ideas for DeeDee, it would be awesome if you could pass them on.

Another thing: I'm working on a Good Luck Charlie story, and that'll cut into my writing time. So updates will probably be every other week on Monday, from now on. I'm sorry! Once summer comes along, it should be more rapid!

And also, if I could get a couple reviews, that would be great. I don't want to keep writing this if no one reads it. Thank you!

"We've got a mission. You ready?"

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"Are you kidding me? We've been cooling our heels for a month, it's about time we got a mission! Um, Dee? What's this for?" Usually we get USBs because we have extensive covers and difficult missions. Manila folders were basically unheard of with us. It meant it was something small and simple, and why would you waste a good group of agents on something even a spy or even a Regular could do?

Here's the thing: Most 3Ps are disdainful of regular people, but they especially hate spies, ESPECIALLY Blackthorne and Gallagher trained spies. We often think that if they can't figure out we're here, they're not very good. On the flip side, we think that we're much better than them because they can't figure us out—either way, no self-respecting 3P considers themselves equal to a regular spy, and certainly not a regular person. We're on a whole other level—even though we're just good at not getting caught. Myself, I have a respect for them. They can hide from Regulars (non-spy people) and they can have their own world. We're the same, in essence. And Spies are just another thing we have to hide from. So there's resentment there…and in the end, most 3Ps just end up bitter. Luckily, we 3P-Ts have escaped that, so far, at least.

"That's the basics. It's a cut and dried thing. But we've also got that test on codes through the ages, development and use of that we promised we'd have finished and turned in by this afternoon."

I groaned and pulled my pencil case out of my bag. "Let's just get that over with, before we do anything else."

DeeDee nodded and handed me a thick white booklet, before grabbing her own and starting with a (glittery pink) pencil.

I rolled my eyes and opened it the test to begin.

Yeah, my life isn't always glamorous or exciting—right now, it's just plain boring. I mean, I know we'll need the ASCII code sometime in our lifetime, but counting out the letters and putting them in the right order is boring. Really boring.

And then there's the various history of who created them, why, when they were most used, who used them the most, when we'd be likely to encounter them and how we'd be expected to use them, etcetera. Add to that a six thousand word essay IN CODE on the history of the ciphers.

I'm going to skip over the next two and a half hours, because it bored ME out of my mind, and I literally LIVE for this stuff and I know it'll bore everyone else.

So to fill in that time space, I'll give you some whatever "Funfacts".

Fact #1. I've never been out in the field. I'm a 3P-D-T, technically, which means that Will, DeeDee and Carlos go out into the field, and I tell them what they need to do, create the gadgets, etc.

Fact #2. DeeDee is a total wallflower. She's unnoticeable anywhere, even though she's the seductess. She and Cammie are kinda similar in that way. They know they're beautiful, but they hide it. They blend in, even though they could stand out. And yes, I just said Carlos was beautiful. Go ahead and snicker.

Fact #3. There are four lists posted in our HQ. "There's a reason we don't let Andi…" "Carlos is not allowed to do anything on this list, under pain of expulsion from school…" "If Will does any of the following he will be promptly defenestrated and have his butt kicked by Carlos…" and "DeeDee's Seductress Scores and Seductees are…" None of us are happy about them.

Fact #4. My list is the shortest; Will's is the longest. The lists go in order of height. I am the shortest (5'5), Carlos is three inches taller than me (5'8" and very annoyed at it), DeeDee is two inches taller than him (5'10" and bemoans it every day) and Will is an inch taller than her (5'11").

Once we FINALLY finished our tests, DeeDee took our tests and sealed them in a large manila envelope, which she dropped into her purse.

I then picked up the folder she'd given me earlier and flipped through it.

"So our mission is to search out and find three operatives trying to find what Mr. Smith drinks with his funnel cakes, make sure they're not seen and basically be undercover agents?"

"Yeah." DeeDee had logged onto her (pink) laptop and was typing something.

"What does he think we are? Kindergarteners?" Well, third grade, technically. Fourth grade we blew up many, many buildings (you didn't hear this from me) and fifth grade we went on our first mission. We stole and replaced the Mona Lisa. It was a piece of cake—the security wasn't even hard to hack!

"Nah, it's a brush-up. Apparently, next week we get to work on demolition. We're blowing up a building and searching the wreckage." My jaw literally dropped. WE ARE NOT THAT IMMATURE. That was fourth grade!

"Again, are we kindergarteners?!" I yelped.

"You know, that's exactly what Carlos said."

"Really?"

"No. Will's breaking that news to him now." DeeDee spun in her swivel chair and stretched, her pale fingers reaching for the ceiling. "Andi?"

"Hmm?" I answered absently, flicking through a book she'd had on her shelf.

"If…If I dropped out of the 3Ps, would you be mad?"

"Hell yeah." Normally I didn't swear so much, but she was talking about the equivalent of suicide here! "You're our leader, therefore, it is our responsibility to keep you here. If there's something wrong, we'll talk you through it. We're a unit, Dee. Where'd this come from? What's bugging you? If it's Josh or Dillon, I'll kick their butts."

"Oh, nothing…I was just wondering." She waved it off, but she was fingering her silver bracelet, like she always did when she was nervous.

I put the book down. "Spill."

She shook her head. "It's nothing, really."

I gave her a look but let it drop. If DeeDee wasn't going to talk, then we weren't getting anywhere. I turned back to the book, absently checking the cover for the title. It was a battered copy of The Demon King, by Cinda Williams Chima.

"We should get going if we're going to get to the 101." DeeDee spoke up, closing her laptop. "You can bring your bag, if you want."

"Do you mind if I leave it?"

"Nah. Just put it on my bed." I did, and we left, DeeDee's ever present tote bag slung over her shoulder. We had half an hour to get there, half a mile to walk and not much to talk about. We got there about twenty minutes early.

DeeDee grabbed a booth while I headed straight for the jukebox. I lined up two songs, two of my favorites, Rock Around the Clock, performed by Bill Haley and His Comets, and Lollipop, the original version, by Ronald and Ruby. I loved music from the 1950s, and a lot of oldies, I guess. If Rock Around the Clock is my favorite, then I guess that Be-Bop-A-Lula, by Gene Vincent is my second favorite, but since they don't have Be-Bop-A-Lula in their jukebox, I just went with my third favorite, Lollipop. I really like anything from the 1950s, and I even have an old record player and old records my grandma was going to throw away.

Three songs passed, including Rock Around the Clock, so DeeDee and I were singing along to Lollipop when the boys got there.

Carlos plopped down next to me while DeeDee slid over to make room for Will.

I kept singing, my voice cracking and singing horribly off key from trying not to laugh. That, and I have like no singing talent whatsoever.

When the song ended, I pretended to bow and wave to "Fans". Carlos fake-punched me in the arm and I pretended to be hurt. I smacked him back, and this turned into a mini slap-fight.

Will glared at us and we froze in utterly ridiculous poses. DeeDee glared and we calmed down and started acting normal.

"Okay, so our mission is a Kindergarten one?" I asked, and Will nodded, rolling his eyes.

"Since they don't have a younger group, we get stuck with it. And it's because Mr. Solomon wants to see how good his new Cove-Ops class is. He said we can be sloppy if we want, make crucial errors, he just wants to see what they can do." He rolled his eyes, and DeeDee laughed.

"So it's a warm up?" I asked.

"Precisely, Miss Jones." Mr. Solomon had come up and was standing next to our booth. Everyone knew he had been listening in, since we'd seen him when we came in. He pulled up a chair and sat at the edge of the table. "You'll be doing the demolition mission as a warm-up as well, and then we have to send you to Vermont for the weekend. You're doing an exchange with a group of 3Ps there next semester, and no, Mr. Ruiz, that does not necessarily mean you're going to change schools. They're coming here and you're giving them some help for a full semester."

We all nodded, and the Jukebox burst into Elvis Presley's Jailhouse Rock. DeeDee's Mom, who was a 3P teacher like Mr. Solomon, came over and asked us for our order. We kids got milkshakes and two baskets of fries to split while Mr. Solomon didn't get anything. Hey, we can handle the calories. We exercise a lot, even me, who sits at a desk rather than going and kicking butt. DeeDee makes sure we stay in shape…under threat of Triathlon.

Speaking of which… DeeDee gives me a pointed glare and goes, "Obstacle course this afternoon. You're not eating that much saturated fat and sodium on top of the funnel cake without punishment. You better eat healthy tonight." I rolled my eyes and nodded.

Carlos gave me a weird look that I ignored, because Mr. Solomon was talking again.

"The three girls who're going to be at the fair are Cameron Morgan, Elizabeth Sutton and Rebecca Baxter. They'll be there Monday night, so tonight, you're going to be memorizing the layout of the fair and attempting to tail Mr. Smith. He has no clue you'll be trying, so find his new disguise, tail him back to Gallagher without him noticing. Do your best." He pushed back and left, after dropping a manila file on the table.

Will grabbed it and pulled out three pictures. One was of an African American girl, one of a blonde girl with a reddish skin (I'm guessing either she's a football fan and covered herself in paint that didn't completely come off or she'd been near water without a sunscreen and gotten burned from the water's reflection) and an pretty brunette girl.

DeeDee took the folder and found the agent information.

"Okay, that girl-" she pointed to the black girl "-is Rebecca Baxter. She's British so she's not African American. She's sixteen and is known for being really good in fights, but not the greatest at desk stuff. Will, you tail her. The blonde one, that's Elizabeth Sutton. She's fifteen, and she's a genius, not so good at the field stuff, and would probably be better off on the office track. I'll tail her. The last one's Cameron Morgan, and she's fifteen. She's the headmistress's daughter, and she's known for being good at blending in. Carlos, you take her. Andi, you okay with being base?"

"Yeah, sure." Base meant you stayed back and ran comms, giving instructions and listening to the opposing side's comms if you could hack in, and basically talking your team through everything. I'd probably go to the fair and fake a stomachache or some kind of emergency, then set up shop in the library. We had a hidden room there with all our equipment, as well as in sublevel 7 at Gallagher. We usually use the library one unless it's something big—then we go for the Gallagher one.

Okay, here's the lowdown on the 3Ps.

Carlos is our chameleon, for lack of a better term. He's the recon man, the one who scopes out the area and returns with a preliminary report. He can blend anywhere, unfortunately for him. We made him invade a Girl Scout ceremony a couple years back. We've still got pictures from that and it's excellent blackmail. Not to mention that he actually looked cute as a girl. Sometimes, when there's a female agent we need to charm, either Will or Carlos goes in, depending if they go for the darker type (Carlos) or the American type (Will). Anyway, after Carlos does recon, Will's our muscle.

Will is the best at martial arts, defense, torture, you name it and its physical activity, Will's almost guaranteed to be good at it. If we need brute force, we call on him. He doesn't have much tact, though. If we need tact or delicacy in any situation, we send in DeeDee.

DeeDee's our information gatherer, or seductress and con artist, if you want to get way technical. She hates being called that, so we stick with information gatherer. She can get information out of anybody whatsoever, be it the president or that hobo in the back alley. She's a gossip queen—if it's a rumor, she's already heard it. She's everyone's best friend—they tell her everything. And if it's not in the rumor mill, she just talks to people. They'll give information to her willingly, and if they don't, that falls to Will, if it's a person, or me, if we need a password. The only real exceptions to her charm are kids and animals—she practically lives by the saying, "Never work with children or animals," only she's added more. "Never work with children or animals because they will see right through you and report you to the police and/or bite you, leaving scars, especially the toddlers." Like Carlos, she's a bit of a chameleon (like I mentioned before; wallflower) but still.

As for me, I'm our computer and tech whiz. I create the gear we use, hack into computers to find enemy information. Memory modification tea? I was four when I invented it and accidentally wiped my mom's memory. Comm set in a necklace? I was six. I hacked into the FBI when I was three. First time bomb? Um. We don't like talking about that…it's really best not to bring it up. Let's just go with "there's a reason they don't trust me with explosives." It's also item number sixty eight on my list.

I kinda think I'm the most worthless on the team—anyone could create gadgets and listen to radio chatter…but the rest of the team has inborn skill, and I most definitely do not. I've never told this to anyone else—they think I'm quite confident in my abilities, when I'm quite sure I'm not that good.

Back to the 101.

"So that's settled then. Okay, this afternoon's schedule. We're going to do a lap to Gallagher and back, then P&E for an hour, and then we've got to start working on the new Computer Science correspondence course or we're going to fall behind, and Mr. Solomon expects us to have that new maneuver down by next week…God, we've got a lot to do. I knew that day off wasn't a good idea!" DeeDee muttered, sounding slightly deranged, gulping down some of her milkshake.

Will scooted away from her just a bit.

"I can't do the P&E…baseball practice." Will cringed, and DeeDee closed her eyes, rubbing her temples.

"Okay. Go do your baseball. You already know what we're going to learn today…I just want the Helinksi maneuver perfected."

I ate a fry and fiddled with the hem of my shirt, soaking in the fifties music that kept us from having an awkward silence.

Not much of note happened other than Carlos pulling me to his side and Will hugging DeeDee protectively when some out-of-towners tried to flirt with me and DeeDee. That's pretty much the reach and range of our affection for each other—we care too much about the work we do to endanger it with stupid things like falling in love. We keep our partners from dating other people outside 3P as well because that will end up a mess (as evidenced by the Joe Solomon and Willow Dasnii incident or the Abby Cameron and Keith Young incident) so we just keep out of it.

Also: Never, ever, ever share food with teenage boys. They will eat it all and practically bite you if you try to take any.

Finally, once we all finished and had paid, we headed out. DeeDee and I stopped at her house to change, and the boys changed at Will's house.

The next four hours were boring and painful, but at least it was something to do.

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