AN: Enjoy this. Sorry it's a bit short. My next couple of chapters will be short as well, otherwise it may take ages to put it up. Enjoy and please R&R :D

Chapter 2

Kittie's POV (sorry for the change of spelling but I prefer it this way and wrote the intro a long time ago)

"Kittie, could you come here please?"

I sighed and rolled off my bed. What now? My shift didn't start for another 10 minutes, Charlie was asleep, and Jack had Sophie, Tom and Cal doing craft in the nursery.

"Kittie!"

Jeez, Uncle can be so impatient at times. I crawled through my 'back door', slid down the spiral staircase and ran along the corridor. I stopped, looked briefly in the mirror, opened the door in front of me and stepped into the study.

"Ah, there you are." My Uncle continued looking at the papers on his desk.

I glared at him, ignoring the vast bookcases covering the walls and most of the room, one bookcase holding most of the books he'd confiscated due to my lack of caring about spy training. Why did he call me down here? He knows I hate seeing him when he's 'working'. Nope, I hate seeing him completely because I hate him! No-one really likes him, my mum's baby brother. Why did Uncle Max have to go away and leave him here? We don't need to be babysat. Granted it's only me looking after the little ones as everyone else is busier than me and I'm a bit run off my feet with school and everything, but Lexi's back now and to be honest, I would sooner die than let me go into care or have dear Uncle Tristan around.

He looked up and stared at me. "Have you finished with your mental rant? I know you don't want me here but you need to stop sulking. Alan is gone and there's nothing you can do about it. You can't just stop because two people very close to you have died, not to mention your parents. Grow up Katharine. You are a spy, not a spoilt teenager."

I stared back at him shocked. I'd forgotten how harsh and mean he could be. My eyes filled with tears and I wiped them away angrily. I'm not weak even though this is the second time I've cried today. I'm allowed to sulk occasionally, I am a person!

"Kittie, you need to grow up and focus. You're weak and too emotional. That's why kids shouldn't be spies," he sighed, shaking his head.

I snorted angrily. "The mighty master us a hypocrite. Your own team are kids Uncle dearest so don't tell me we don't make good spies. We're damned better at our jobs than your adult spies and we are the future generation of spies."

And then he surprised me by smiling.

"Good. Glad you know where you stand and I am doing this for your benefit, to make you stronger, a better spy. You need to be the best and right now, you're not."

"Doing what? What are you doing for me? Why did you call me here?"

He leafed through the papers and pulled out a brochure from a file. He placed it in front of me. "St Hopes school. You'll be starting there on Monday."

I stared at the brochure. A new school? What the hell? "St Hopes? Why a new school? I'm doing fine at Barclay and you know it. Look at my recent test results."

"You need to change, start over. And I need to know you're safe."

"But why St Hopes of all places? It's rubbish! The head's and incompetent jerk who doesn't know squat unlike the teachers at Barclay who actually care about us, the building is rubbish and the pupils are so stupid! The grades are rubbish! Why are you sending me to St Hopes?"

"That is enough! You are going there. Frank will be keeping an eye on you. Your uniform and new timetable should have been left by Marie in your room. If not well talk to her." He peered over his glasses at me before looking through the papers again.

"So that's it. You're sending me there to be babysat. Uncle, I can look after myself. Who do you think has been looking after the little ones, Mother Teresa?"

"You need a change and it's just for a bit. We'll see how you're getting on academically and with the team there."

"But Uncle! I don't need to be watched. I don't want to leave my friends who've been there for me my whole life. I will be fine. You don't know anything about me Uncle. Remember what I used to do when I was younger? Do you know why I wouldn't come anywhere near you or why I never let Alec in my room? You've never been there!"

"That is enough, Katharine. My decision is final. You are starting on Monday. If you go willingly, I may decide to transfer your friend Alex as well. No, don't argue. You may go." He looked at his papers and picked up the phone. "Emily, cancel my appointment with Rodrigez, I need t speak to Stark then. Thank you. I won't be there for dinner Tuesday or Wednesday."

I stood there fuming, my hands balled into fists. Why was he sending me away? And the threat to move Lexi. Urgh the stupid jerk. I know it would be nice to have a friend there but there was no way he would want to leave either, not that I would let him. I could cope, I know I could. Just because I wouldn't have Robin or Alan around didn't mean I couldn't function at my school. I stormed out, ran up to my room and flung myself down on my bed. Why was he doing this to me? It would only make it worse. I mean sending me to someplace new where I didn't know anyone, I mean come on? New kid in year 11? What if the courses weren't the same? I'd have to relearn everything. Granted I could do that but still. I would automatically be picked on. Yes I wouldn't have everyone whispering about me behind my back, oh wait, yes I would, it would just be about different things. Mind you, the Oscar-guy would be there. No, no. It's not right to think about another guy, I mean Robin's only been dead what, 6 weeks? Okay, maybe, just maybe Uncle's a little bit right, I mean I haven't been sleeping that well recently but I've been getting everything done and I just can't… I screamed into my pillow. What on earth was going on? I've never been like this before. I'm the least emotional out of all of us, even Alec and he's like a caveman. Urgh, why does life have to be complicated?

My clock beeped on the table next to me and I sighed. At least I had work to keep me busy. I rolled off my bed and wandered to my wardrobe. I changed into a white shirt, dark trousers and cardigan. I went to close the wardrobe and stopped, looking at the clothes in the back. My new uniform hung there in its crisp, fresh form. There was no way I was going to wear it properly. I didn't want to look well like a geek, not that there's anything wrong with them, they're lovely people but that wasn't me. Maybe, black boots, stripy tights and a black cardigan. I smiled; I was liking this idea. Maybe, just maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I thought. I shook my head. Pigs might fly.