AN: Sorry it's been so long but I've had a lot of work to do. Enjoy and it should get exciting and hopefully funny, at least part of it. Again thanks to Fi3Fi3 who helped me write part of this and hope you enjoy, Kallie xx

Disclaimer: I don't own MI High, just Kittie and her family.


Kittie's POV

What do I do? I had no clue. Mum's diaries so far had been useless. I didn't know how to rescue Oscar and I was stuck. I couldn't leave him to them but I didn't know how to get him back. How had he rescued his Mum? Wait, it had been easy because she'd been a traitor and it had been deliberately easy. Argh. What do I do? Could I ask Jack for help? He might because he's MI9 but he also knows about my feelings for Oscar and about the argument we had so he may not want to help the guy who has hurt me. That leaves lots of problems and no solution. How did Dad rescue Mum? But was she an agent at that point? When did he rescue her and why couldn't I find it in her diary?

I threw the diary I was holding at the wall in frustration and watched the book hit it with a loud thud. Several blank pages fell out and I sighed. I couldn't take my anger out on a book. I slid off the bed and went to pick it up, hoping I hadn't messed any of it up. This was pretty much all I had left of my mum that was her. Her diary was her voice, her thoughts and I missed it. I missed her so much. I wanted my mum so much. I picked up the diary, placed it next to me and hugged my knees. I couldn't do this, any of this. How did they expect a 15 year-old girl to fix everything? Maybe Stark was right. Kids shouldn't be spies. They can't save the world.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see who it was.

"Kittie, what's wrong?" I heard SJ ask. I wiped my eyes with the back of my sleeve and she laughed.

"No Kittie. Tissues are used for drying eyes, not sleeves." She knelt down beside me and held out a tissue.

I took it gratefully and laid my head on her shoulder. "I don't know what to do. I don't know how to rescue Oscar but I don't want to leave him there. I love him but I'm so annoyed with him. Why doesn't he get it? I never meant to lie to him. Scratch that, I didn't lie to him at all. I really like him and I thought he really liked me. I thought I knew people but obviously I don't. What have I done to deserve this?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just another test. I promise things will work out alright. Think about it this way, your future should be better if you're using up all the bad now. If not, smile. A spy's greatest weapon is their ability to cover things up and act like nothing's happened."

I shook my head and pulled away. "No, a spy's greatest weapon is their ability to hide things including feelings. Hide things…" I clicked my fingers. "SJ, grab me an iron or a steamer. How could I be so stupid?"

I stood up and picked up the diary I had been holding.

SJ looked at me and shook her head. "What? Never mind. Kitchen, right?"

I nodded and waved a hand at her, not really paying attention. She left and I picked up the loose pages. I frowned. There weren't many but maybe they were important. They were blank on one side which the rest of the diary wasn't, well most of it anyway. There were odd pages that weren't double sided, randomly in the latter part of the diary, or at least they seemed random.

SJ came back with the iron and sat next to me. "So what's the iron for?"

"What do spies use if they want to keep things secret?"

"Codes?"

"Well yes, but…"

She smiled. "Oh, invisible ink!"

I nodded. "Yep. And my mum knew how to keep things secret. She was a great spy, she taught me everything I know."

SJ flashed me a smile and looked at me. "Come on, I'll plug the iron in." She squeezed my hand, plugged the iron in and turned it on.

I smiled faintly but I was scared. What if I was wrong? What if it didn't work? What if I couldn't rescue Oscar? As much as I was annoyed with him, I still cared about him a lot and I couldn't just leave him there. It was up to me. I couldn't fail, I just couldn't.

SJ waved a hand in front of my face and I stepped back, blinking. "Kittie? You zoned out for a second. You alright?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"No thinking negatively. Everything is ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end."

I smiled. "I know SJ, I know."

"Don't make me call Jack."

I scowled at her. "Don't you dare. One, I don't need my big brother, and two, you could get him killed if you call him. You are not calling my brother to come and mollycoddle me. I can look after myself."

"I know but I worry about you. You are letting one guy get to your head. I don't like what he's doing to you. He's hurting you even though he doesn't even know it. Maybe he does but I don't like what he's doing to you. You're my friend and I don't like seeing you hurt. I'm gonna support you but I don't like what he's doing to you. It's not fair on you."

I stared at SJ shocked. "You… you…" I shook my head. "SJ, we… that doesn't matter right now. All you need to know is that I really like him and I'm going to do whatever I can to rescue him. I'll work on our relationship after then. My main priority right now is rescuing the member of my team who is currently in a cell in SKUL."

I picked up the iron and ran it over a couple of pages. I looked down at them and smiled. Slowly words were appearing on the pages and I actually felt some hope. I picked up the warm pages and spread them out on the floor. "Right, SJ, you going to help me?" I sat on the floor and looked at her.

She sighed and sat next to me. "Fine, but I'm doing this for you, not him. Where do we start?"

I handed her a couple of sheets that were still half blank. "Heat these up and have a read. I'm staying until I find something, even if it means having to go through every diary and find all the loose pages."

SJ nodded and began heating up the pages I'd given her. "So what are we looking for?"

I grinned. "A plan."

Oscar's POV

It must have been the next day when the lights came back on. I was beginning to doubt anyone was coming to rescue me. My eyes burnt from the harsh naked bulb, and I almost wished for the darkness again, almost. The light was like Kittie. I liked it but at the same time, it was hurting and I wanted it nowhere near me. Hang on, did I just compare a girl to a light? The darkness has messed with my head. I barely had time to sort out my thoughts when Millicent came striding through the door followed by a couple of SKUL guards carrying metal boxes. This could not be good. What scared me more was the fact that she was smiling at me as the guards carried the boxes in and set them down on the ground.

"Good morning Oscar," she called cheerfully as though she had woken me up in my bed at home, not come to see me in some dank cell deep underground. I was glad she'd broken the silence because silence really is deafening. Argh, another stupid cliché. She looked at me, her cheerful mask slipping for a second, watching me with confusion. But then she smiled again. Look at her eyes dammit, look at her eyes!

"Are you feeling more co-operative today?"

I glared at her in defiance. My throat was too parched to speak.

She clapped her hands together gleefully and grinned a little coldly. "Good."

She turned to the guards and they began to unpack the boxes. I strained to see what was in them, but the angle was too obscure.

She faced me again and looked at me a little pityingly. "It's not too late to change your mind you know, you could still be one of us. Barney here could take you under his wing. He's our newest, but he's very good. You're about the same age as well I recon; he's only a few years older. How old did you say you were Barney?" She turned and looked at him.

He looked down nervously or maybe out of respect but it's hard to tell with them. "17 ma'am."

A tall guy next to the sandy-haired Barney glowered and looked like he wanted to punch Barney. Maybe he was jealous of Barney for talking to the boss-woman. It was plain to see he liked her. I think it's the same guy who punched me yesterday, or maybe it was the day before. I don't know how long I've been here. I smirked a little and grimaced as my dried lips cracked and started to bleed. Millicent frowned at me.

"Something amusing you Oscar? Or maybe you've just gone insane; it happens to us all eventually. Why else wouldn't you want to join us?"

I shook my head. "I," I coughed and tried again. "I'm not insane although I would have to be to join you. Your little SKUL guards Millicent, are getting jealous of each other, maybe they're jealous of me. Is the blond one your play-thing and the brute your sex-toy?"

I watched them stiffen and Millicent strode up to me angrily. She raised a hand to hit me then smiled cruelly again. "No Oscar. You won't be laughing for much longer." She smiled and signalled to one of the guards. "This won't hurt… much."

She threw her head back and cackled. Yes, that's right, she cackled a proper witchy-cackle and I pictured her with green skin, wearing a witch's hat, stirring a cauldron. I shook my head and frowned at her. What wouldn't hurt much? I didn't get a chance to ask her when two SKUL guards who'd been unpacking the boxes straightened and stepped menacingly towards me and I could see what they were carrying – electrodes. My breath caught and I gulped. This couldn't be happening. They weren't really going to electrocute me, were they? They were just trying to scare me into telling them everything.

I tried to struggle against the chains but the hunger had left me weak. The guards attached the electrodes to my bare skin and I flinched. Please, no. Let this all be over. I now knew they weren't joking; they were really going to electrocute me. Millicent looked at me and smiled. As the last electrode was attached, she stepped forward and looked into my eyes. Hers were empty and dark, full of anger and hatred. No wonder she was with SKUL. She was as ruthless and heartless as the rest.

She smiled at me, almost regrettably. "You know Oscar, it's shocking that you are refusing to talk." She stepped back and laughed cruelly at me.

I closed my eyes and tried not to focus on the approaching pain, which is hard when your torso is covered in lots of plastic suckers. I won't talk, ever. I would rather die than betray MI9. Even Kittie was worth all of this. I know she's hurt me but maybe, maybe I've hurt her too.

My thoughts were interrupted by searing pain all over my body and my eyes flew open. I bit down hard on my lip and prayed that this would be over soon. Please let my team come for me.

Kittie's POV

I looked at my phone. I wasn't sure what to do. I had a plan but it involved several factors working. I sighed. Well at the very least, I had to talk to Frank and check it could work, no, would work. I picked up my phone, threw it into my bag and stood up.

"Joe, we need to go now! Mich, grab the little ones and lets go. I've got Charlie. "

Michael ran through my door with Sophie on his back and Cal following carrying Tom. "What's with the need for speed Kit?"

I took Tom off Cal and picked up my bag. "I need to talk to Frank and I need to do it before school starts. I have a plan. Come on, let's go."

Michael looked at me. "Okay but why do you need to talk to Frank? I thought he kicked you off the team."

I shook my head. "No, just on leave, like you, you eejet. Come on, I need to go."

"Oh, ok. Soph, you got everything? Shoes on? Hair brushed, uniform on?"

Michael spun around and Sophie laughed. "Yes, I got my shoes on, and had breakfast, done my teeth, packed my bag, Kittie did my hair and of course I've got clothes on, I just don't have to wear a uniform today. It's non-uniform for charity."

Michael nodded, bouncing Sophie up and down. "Right, let's go. Bags in the hall?"

I smiled. "Yes, like always. Boys, are you ready? Of course, you are, I got you all ready, again."

Michael avoided my gaze. "Then let's go!" He galloped out of my room and Sophie squealed in delight, enjoying the fast pace and silly nature of my twin as he tossed his head like a horse.

I picked up my bag and looked at Tom and Cal. "Alright then mister, let's go find your crazy brother before he does something silly, well sillier than usual."

Tom grinned and I put him down, picked up Charlie from the crib in my room and followed Cal and Tom downstairs where we picked up school bags and went out to the car, ignoring Michael who was lying in the middle of the path with Sophie sat on top of him, kicking him to get up.

I ran along the empty corridors, trying to find Frank. I was just glad that no teachers were in this early, except Mrs King. How could I forget about her? She practically lived in the school.

Mrs King stepped out of her office as I rushed past. "Katharine Swan, what on earth do you think you're doing? There is to be no running in the corridors, even when there is no-one around."

I stopped, rolled my eyes and turned back around to face her. "But Mrs King!"

"No Katharine. Why are you in such a hurry and why are you so early?"

I could tell she was confused. Why anyone would want to be in here early, I'll never know. "I need to talk to Mr London." I needed to think of an excuse, and fast. "Because… because… because someone's broken my locker and I couldn't find him to tell him yesterday at the end of the day when I noticed it. He said he's always in really early, so I thought he might be in now but I can't find him anywhere. Do you know where he is?"

Mrs Kind blinked and I smiled, pleased I'd made her a little shocked. So confused and shocked, in a space of two minutes. "No, no I haven't seen him. Why? What's happened to your locker?"

"Oh it's nothing that Mr London can't sort out miss. I better keep trying to find him, he'll be around somewhere." I turned and began walking along the corridor.

As soon as I was out of sight, I continued running to the cupboard. I flung the door open and tried to find the right lever. I know, I know, desperate times call for desperate measures. I tapped my foot impatiently as I tried to find the right lever. I didn't know Frank had so many stupid mops and brushes, but then that'd be to confuse those who'd managed to get in by accident. I gave up and rushed to the stairwell instead, hurtling down them until I reached the bottom, not bothering to change. I wasn't going to be here long: hopefully. I hit the ground and raced to the door to Frank's flat before banging on it furiously.

Frank opened the door a little dazed but smiled when he saw me. "Ah, Kittie. I'm afraid there's no news on Oscar but it looks like he has been kidnapped by SKUL."

"Yes, yes," I interrupted. "I know SKUL have kidnapped him, you told me, remember? I have a plan. I need your help, and Carrie and Rose's."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Sorry, I'd forgotten about that. Alright, why don't you come in and tell me your plan." He smiled and I knew at once I had him on my side.

Lunchtime. The day was progressing as well as I thought and having filled in Rose and Carrie as well on my plan, it was now time for phase two. I sat staring at my phone, wondering if this was a good idea or not. Rose looked up from the computer at me and smiled.

"You know you need to do this. He knows the risks, besides, it's the only way of getting Oscar back."

I sighed. "I know, I know, it's just he's my brother and I don't want to get him hurt or even killed. They've already got Oscar and if I lose someone else… I don't know what I'll do."

Frank came up from behind and put a hand on my shoulder. "It has to be done, besides, you're a Swan and you all certainly know how to think on your feet." He picked up my phone and put it in my hand. "Call him."

I sighed and dialled. The phone rang until… "Hello?"

"Jack, listen, I have a plan but I need your help. Here's what I need you to do…"

3rd POV

Barney stood leaning against a wall with his eyes closed looking smug.

Pete scowled and walked up to him, kicking Barney's shins. "Hey you lazy lout, don't just stand there, there's work to be done. Get a move on!"

Barney grinned and opened his eyes. "Oh yeah? You're just mad because your precious Millicent spoke to me in front of Oscar. Or maybe it's because you're stuck doing all the dead-beat jobs unlike yours truly and can't show off to Millicent, and you know she said I'm good. Face it, people like me, the youth, are the future of SKUL, not middle-aged smuks like you. Shame you haven't got anyone in your family worth showing off."

Pete snarled. "Oh yeah? My niece is exceptional and she's going to be one of the greatest evil henchmen the world has ever seen."

"Oh yeah?" drawled Barney, flicking dirt out from under his nails with a knife. "Bet she's nothing compared to my younger sister. She and her friend are criminal masterminds. They could beat those poxy MI9 kid spies hands down if given the chance. Shame we couldn't get them here to test them against each other, but either way they'd win. Why if someone could persuade the Grand Master to hold a "bring your younger relative to work day" we could host some of the brightest evil minds in the country, oh and your niece."

Peter boiled with rage. "My niece is twice your poxy sister and her friend put together. Three times even mate. You wouldn't know a good evil henchman if they blew you up and Bex, is far better."

Barney put the knife away. "Really? And yet I seem to be "really good" or at least your girlfriend thinks so. Sorry, she's not your girlfriend. As for Bex, I highly doubt it. Shame there's no way to test it."

Pete raised his fist to hit Barney and stopped as an idea formed in his head. "We'll see about that. Let's say I can persuade the Grand Master to let younger relatives visit and show him how beneficial it would be. Would you be up for a little wager?"

Barney thought for a second. "No, I don't gamble. On the other hand it's you so I have nothing to lose." He smirked and picked up the knife again. "Okay, three tests: wit and intelligence, speed and stamina, and strength, each performed by our relatives, providing you can get them here. The first to win 2 of the 3 tests wins. What do you say?"

"Deal, but no funny business with the tests. I'm sure Millicent can organise them and judge them to make sure there's no advantages to either side." Pete grabbed the knife out of the air and pocketed it. "Tell your sister and her friend to be here, and good luck. They'll need it." He strode off down the corridor towards the Grand Master's office.

Barney took out his phone and dialled. "Phase two."

"Grand Master, this would mean your granddaughter can come back to SKUL. She has just been released from MI9. We could use the day to bring in some of the best minds that we know in our families, but have yet to be discovered and…"

The Grand Master raised a hand silencing Pete and continued stroking Flopsy. "Hmm, it would mean we could start training SKUL agents even earlier and be better than MI9. Agent X, was good…. Yes I don't see why not. However, I want the Dixon-Halliday boy moved to a cell with double guard posted."

Pete looked at him nervously. "But Grand Master, surely the room would be better, after all it is impenetrable, just like you wanted and surely you'd want all your agents with their relatives, showing them what they need to be like to make it as a member of the best criminal organisation in the world."

"Hmm, yes General Flopsy, perhaps he is right. You think it is a good idea? The General approves and he's never wrong. Very well, we shall have your relative day in two days and I shall have you put in charge. If anything goes wrong… Well you better hope nothing goes wrong. Now, it's time for General Flopsy's dinner and he prefers to eat alone."

"Yes Grand Master." Pete bowed and walked out gleefully rubbing his hands together. He strode over to Barney and took his book, flinging it to one side. "2 days, your sister and her friend against my niece."

Before Barney had a chance to say anything, Pete spun on his heel and strode off to organise the event. Barney smiled and picked up his phone. "Hey Cass, you're in. 2 days and don't make me look like a fool. Oh and make sure Angel is with you. Good luck little sis."