Bex's POV

I'm walking past the office from the P&E barn with Macey on my left. Cammie, Liz and I have been personally helping Macey catch up on her work now that she is a senior. Each of us has set out a certain task to make sure Macey is on track. Cammie helps in Cov Ops, since she's a legacy and all, Liz helps with anything book related and I help her in P&E. And since this is our last year here at Gallagher all the professors have been harsher, especially Joe Solomon. Well speaking, thinking, of the devil there he is now; talking to Rachel Morgan. Things are about to get interesting our hottie hot teacher alone with Rachel Morgan…

"Rachel, I must speak to you." Mr. Solomon calls out.

"About what?" Rachel whips around and asks very businesslike.

"Me. Because you see-" he starts but he gets cuts off.

"Because what?"

"I've been pulled back into the field." Back into the field? How is that possible? I can see I'm not the only one surprised; Macey's blue eyes are as big as saucers. We didn't hear anything for a while which means that they went inside the office. So I tugged Macey to eavesdrop behind the door.

"What's the project called?" I could listen to Rachel asks worriedly.

"It has no name exactly, but it's a joint project between the CIA and the MI6." I looked at Macey when she guessed, 'Grant?' But I placed my hand on her mouth; taking precautions that she might be heard. I shush her. And keep listening.

"I've got the perfect substitute." Who else besides her sister, Abby? "When are you going to be back?" I heard Ms. Morgan say through the door.

"I'll be back by the end of May." He said then I heard a chair scraping. He was leaving now. We scrambled to our feet and got the hell out.

The suite was occupied with Liz studying and Cammie trying to keep herself warm. I smirked at them when they finally decided to stop what they were doing.

"It's been a long time since we've had our own project." Macey states. Liz's face paled; automatically, she knew what was up.

"What have you heard?" Cammie asks. We smiled smugly. She knew us far too well. Naturally we explained that Joe Solomon was going on a joint mission with the MI6 and CIA. And the Macey thinks it has something to do with Grant. There's a liability yet I doubt it. Anyway, I explained that it's not like it's our first 'project' for independent 'studies'. I ask too eagerly, "What do you think?"

"I'll do it." Liz chimed. Then our gaze shifted to our last roommate.

"It's risky." Uncertainty hung in the air. None of us back down, which is where the pleading begins. "It's not like we're asking you to spy on your mom."

"But it is something you've willingly done before." I used my favorite approach, guilt. Can't use blackmail 'cause then the rest get in trouble too.

"Okay but just the small stuff." She negotiates. "You'll only be involved in the small stuff. Deal?"

"Deal." We had a mission. Now to find out what this 'project' is about.

Good Bye Solomon?

Grant's POV

Stress washed over me like the ocean crashing on the rocks as I waited out on the side walk. I paced as I casually searched the crowd for my missing partner. Let me mention the she was supposed to be here half an hour ago. It wasn't long, though, before I spotted her trotting across the street. She did not look at me and I didn't look at her. We don't know each other. I walked to a quieter place so that I could hear and not be seen. Static burst in my ear due to comm. Units. The covert world had become alive.

"Who is it?" Jezebel wondered; twirled around to survey her surroundings.

"Italian sitting on the bar." I informed her. Then I looked up at the sniper in the building behind me and motioned him to keep a steady eye. Without losing vision I moved to the parked taxi. I quickly heard a conversation strike up.

"Is this seat taken?" Her voice sounded flirtatious and ridiculous. But if I did not know her I'd probably believe it.

"No, mi amore, please sit." He motioned her to sit down. "Now tell me, what is a beautiful young signora, doing out alone."

"Trying to get over." I reminded her to not be to blunt. "You see a friend of mine, James Linfield, was murdered recently." She managed to sound depressed. Like if his death had affected her too. Maybe it did.

"I knew of man of that name." I heard him say. Shocker, considering he killed my mentor. After the forensics departments identified the person I just knew right away who he was. Yet I didn't know his motive,

"Tell me about him." She crossed her legs provocatively. 'She's good.' I thought.

"Very well, we first met in…" He went on with the story of how they met. The two of them spoke for two informative hours. And I took notes for evidence as they went along. "So, anyway, it has been an amusing night but I'm afraid I must go."

"Wait." She grabbed his arm. "The man you've spoken about is the same one I know, I think. They are so alike."

You could just see him trembling. "I don't think so signora." He was desperate for a quick getaway.

"I did my research, so I know who killed him. You two must have been pretty close, so you should know too."

"No I don't know." From a distance I could see the man's eyes grow wide.

"But I already know. Marcos, you can tell me. I already know and I know you know."

Marcos cried out and crowd started to form. "I confess. I killed James. I did."

"To be honest with you I never knew, but now..." I knew now that this was my cue to come inside. This revenge would never taste so sweet. My sniper went down along with me but stopped outside the bar.

"Marcos DiCaprio." I pulled out my handcuffs. "You are under arrest for the murder of Agent James Linfield." I cuffed him and left him under Dane, the sniper, supervision. Next I escort Jezebel out like if she were some freaking damsel in distress. I show her to the passenger seat of my car. When she asks,

"Where are you taking me?" No more ditz in her tone.

"To your award." Five minutes driving when I stop right in front a club. "Go to Dillon."

"How do you know he's here?" She eyed me suspiciously. "You won't pull me out the minute I find him." She leaped out of the car.

"I wouldn't pay you that much attention." BY the way I have my own thing to do.

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