Okay sorry for the super slow update but I'm starting to get depressed because I posted a one-shot a little while ago and nobody read it. Its called Marching Band. And no it is not about a marching band, that's just the title of the song I used in the one shot. So please, please, PLEASE check it out and review to make me feel better. Other stories and one shots I wrote are listed here...

Why Don't You Kiss Her?

Marching Band

13 Roses

One Less Lonely Girl

Speak Now

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-GallagherGirlForever

Breakfast ended, and it was now time for my favorite class of the day. CoveOps. The elevator opened into Sublevel One, revealing Mr. Solomon slipping his jacket on, walking straight past Cammie, leading the entire Sophomore CoveOps class upstairs, through the open doors, and into the crisp cool air. He then opened the doors to one of the ruby-red shuttle vans with the Gallagher crest on it side.

We entered the van, and I started to take in my surroundings as we took our seats. It was 8 girls and 3 boys if you include me. Grant sat beside Mr. Solomon at the front. I was on the other side,breathing steady and even, because Blackthorne Institute trained me well. And what I mean by that is, I felt indifferent to the fact that I was locked in the back of a van with eight expertly trained teenage girls, a man who just happens to be one of the best in spy history, and well Dr. Steve.

"I say, Mr. Solomon," Dr. Steve droned on, "you've done an excellent job with these young ladies. Just excellent." For a second, I thought Mr. Solomon was going to demonstrate how to throw someone out of a moving van; but then I remember that Dr. Steve was driving. "You ladies need to pay attention to this man," Dr. Steve said, "He's a living legend." Really? Did he really think that we didn't know that? "Just as long as they remember the most important part of that is the living."

I felt the van stop at the front gates, then turn left, and start down a road. "Today's about the basics, ladies and gentlemen." He was probably the first teacher at Gallagher who said it so easily, as if we have always been here. "I want to watch you move; see you work together. Pay attention to your surroundings, and remember-half of your success in this business comes from looking like you belong, so today your cover is that you're a bunch of private-school students enjoying a trip to town."

A voice filled with the British accent Grant wouldn't stop talking about asked, "What are we really?" Mr. Solomon was pulling a quarter out of his pocket as he was answering her question, and announcing our mission. "A bunch of spies- playing tag." He gave it a flip and before the quarter even landed in his palm, I knew it wasn't a matter of head or tails.

"Brush pass, Ms. Baxter," Mr. Solomon said. "Define it." Bex didn't miss a single beat as she answered, word for word. "The act of covertly passing an object between two agents." "Correct," Mr. Solomon said. Now brush passes aren't that much more complicated than learning to waltz with Madame Dabney. If you want to be technological about it, brush passes are as low tech as you get; but they're incredibly important, or else Mr. Solomon wouldn't have even bothered with loading us into the van that day. He wouldn't have even bothered with the listen if it wasn't.

"The little things can get away from you, ladies and gentlemen. The little things matter." "So right you are," Dr. Steve chimed in and it wasn't hard to tell that Mr. Solomon was annoyed. "As I was telling Headmistress Morgan just this-" "It's you and the street today," Mr. Solomon continued on, ignoring Mr. Steve. "Today's test might be low tech, but this is trade craft at its most essential." He pulled out a small box from beneath his seat, and I instantly knew it was filled with a cache of comms units and tiny cameras. The were all concealed within pins, earring, tie clips, and silver crosses.

A cute asian girl, who I learned her name to be Kim Lee, was struggling to pin an American flag pin-slash-camera onto her coat. "Allow me." Grant said to Kim, she batted her eyelashes and swooned a little as he helped her. When he was done, he looked at me and whispered so low that only he and I could hear even with spies in training, a living legend, and well Dr. Steve "Cute but not my type."

"Pair off," Solomon continues his instructions as the van stopped. "Blend in, and remember, we'll be watching." I looked at Cam, who was looking at Rebbecca, so I turned to face Grant and just as I started for the doors, Mr. Solomon said, "Oh no, Ms. Morgan. I believe you already have a partner." THANK YOU MR. SOLOMON! I bet Grant was pretty happy as well because that meant he could be partners with Rebbecca.

As we climbed out of the back of the van, I noticed that this was probably going to be one of the toughest assignments any of us have ever done. Because, for starters there was now pedestrian traffic on the town square in Roseville,Virginia, and everyone knows pedestrian traffic is is key when it comes to brush passes.

"Come on, Gallagher Girl," I said as I headed for the square. "This should be fun." And it should, I'm partnered with Cammie after all and I love spy tag, even if it involves brush passes. And the fact that she and I are probably the best in the class, is gonna make this fun and easy.

A look crossed her face the I could only recognize as pain, and hurt. Oh right this was where she met Josh. I moved to a gazebo that stood in the center of the square. "So," I said as I stretched out on the steps of the gazebo, "come here often?" She looked at me and shrugged, "I used to, but then the deputy director of the CIA made me promise to stop." I laughed a quiet, half laugh as I squinted up at her through the sun.

In my earpiece, I heard Mr. Solomon say, "Okay, Ms. Walters, you're it. Be aware of your casual observers, and let's make those passes quick and clean." Our assignment was made clear, be quick and clean when passing, and observe the little things, and your surroundings. I observed as Tina and Eva walked past each other on the south side of the square; their palms brushed for a split second as the quarter passed between them. "Well done," Mr. Solomon said through comms.

I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and soaked in the sun, as if I always came here, my entire life. "So what about you? Exactly where does Blackthorne institute call home?" She asked right when the silence was starting to become too much. Before I answered I decided that I'd rather remain mysterious, and plus it's location was to remain classified. "Oh" I responded, opening my eyes just a bit and cocked an eyebrow. "That's classified." She had a look of annoyance cross her face. "So you can sleep in the walls of my school, but I can't even know where yours is?"

I laughed again, if only she knew what my school was like, because in reality we weren't only a school for spies we were a school for assassins. "Trust me, Gallagher Girl, you wouldn't want to sleep in my school." I heard Mr. Solomon say, "Two men are playing chess in the southwest corner of the square. How many moves from checkmate is the man in the green cap, Ms. Baxter?" Rebbecca replied "Six" not even breaking a stride as she and Grant strolled along the other side of the of the street.

"What do you mean? Why can't you tell me?" You could tell her curiosity was starting to get the best of her. And that's bad for a spy. "Just trust me, Gallagher Girl." I straightened on the steps, and something more substantial than a quarter pass between the two of us as I stared at her. "Can you trust me?" I asked. That's all I could ask of her at the time, because getting her to trust me is probably one of the most important things I could ask of her, before getting her to love me like the way I love her.

Mr. Solomon's voice rung through the comms unit again, "Ms. Morrison, you just passed three parked cars; what were their tag numbers?" and Mick rattled off her response. My gaze never left Cammie's. In the reflection of the pharmacy window, I saw Eva drop the quarter in the open bag at Courtney's feet. Then through my comms unit, Mr. Solomon warned, "There was an ATM behind you Ms. Alvarez. ATMs equal cameras. Tighten it up, ladies." Mr. Solomon is probably the best spy to learn from when working in the field.

I nodded and said, "Solomon's good." As if it goes without saying. "Yeah. He is." I looked at Cammie, "They say you're good, too." Right after I said that she looked as if a feather could have knocked her down. "Okay, Zach." Mr. Solomon said. "Without turning around tell me how many windows overlook the square from the west side." I didn't miss a beat. "Fourteen." My eyes never left hers for a second. I then said to her "They say your a real pavement artist."

I leaned back on the steps again. And thought about our mission back in D.C. Where I first met this girl, she was difficult when it came to tailing her, I have to admit I lost eye on her a couple times. And then, I don't know what made me say it but, "You know its a good thing we got to tail you in D.C. IF you'd been following me, I probably would have never seen you."

To a spy there was no higher praise or compliment. But right then, as I observed her from the steps of the gazebo, she turned around and walked away. What did I say? It was suppose to be a compliment. Oh crap most girls take that as an insult when it comes from a guy, especially a good looking one. What can I say, I know I'm irresistible. But did she take it as an insult? I gotta find out. I heard a "I'm sorry" British accent sound through my comms. "Nice pass Ms. Baxter." Solomon said.

I gotta find Cammie and fix what I just said. That's when I heard a guy's voice I didn't recognize sound through comms. "Cammie is that you?" Who the heck is that? I gotta find Cammie now, and protect her from whoever that person is.I rounded a corner, and stopped. I saw a guy standing in front of Cam, smiling at her. "Hey, Cammie, I knew that was you." Is that Josh because god forbid I'm gonna wanna pound his face in.

"Cammie?" Guy who I think is Josh said again. "Are you okay?" This was just extremely awkward to watch. I noticed one of her hands clenched in a fist. Shoot she has the quarter. And I can't go ahead and get it covertly, or it's going to look strange. I can pretend to be her boyfriend. Yeah, that cover I can enjoy, and grow to love. Its just one thing is bugging me. Why did she freeze? She's suppose to be one of the best. I never took her for one to freeze on the spot like that.

Cammie looked uncomfortable in the situation. "Hi, Josh." she muttered. So my assumptions were proven to be correct. That's Josh. "What are you doing here?" Josh asked while looking up and down the street as if he were being followed or watched at that very moment. And when you think about it, it really isn't all that far fetched. In fact I was watching him with Cammie right now, but thats just to make sure he doesn't pull off any stupid stunts with her.

"Oh, its a. . .school thing." He recoiled slightly at the word school. "So, how have you been?" she asked him. "Okay. How about you?" "Okay," she said, but from where I'm standing she was anything but fine at the moment. "So we're both okay," He forced a smile. "Good for us." Could this moment get any more awkward. I gotta go save her. Just as I was about to get up, and walk over. A soft voice, rung out "Josh. Josh, your dad said he could. . ." the voice trailed off, as a blond girl dressed in pink came out. "Oh my gosh, Cammie! It's great to see you!" she exclaimed.

This moment just got a whole lot more awkward than it already was. Cammie looked a little uneasy. You know if I saved her now this would get her to open up to me more. "Hi, DeeDee," Gallagher Girl said forcing a smile. "It's really. . .good. . .to see you, too." And it probably would have been, but even an idiot could notice the fact that DeeDee and Josh were trying to hard not to touch. It was dead obvious.

Spies don''t train for nothing. They train so they are prepared for a moment just like this. If you think about it this is just another test that Cam has to pass. She smiled, and continued to breathe. She was maintaining her cover just like a professional should. Even as Mr. Solomon's voice rung out through comms "Okay, Ms. Morgan, lets see hand you off." "We're. . .I mean. . .I'm. . ." DeeDee corrected quickly, as trying to hide that fact that in the past few weeks she's lost her single pro-noun status. "I'm on the committee for the spring fling-it's a dance. . .and you know. . .kind of a big deal. . . ." She was rambling, unsteadied, which was pretty common for people in deep cover for the first time. Cammie looked like she was going to die, if someone didn't come save her. So, I took that as my cue to step out.

"Cammie, there you are," I said as I strolled around the corner, stopped suddenly, and looked at Josh to DeeDee and finally at her. "I was wondering where you'd disappeared to." Then I turned to Josh, stretched out a hand, and said, "I'm Zach." DeeDee looked at me then back to Cam, and smiled as if this was the most super fun reunion ever!

I then observed Josh. He looked between Cam and me with hurt, and sadness expressed through his eyes. Dude, you got pinky over there, Cammie is my Gallagher Girl. I thought to myself. "Zach," Cammie started I guess her Culture and Assimilation classes finally kicked in, "this is DeeDee. And Josh, They're. . ." she started but didn't finish. "We're friends of Cammie's," DeeDee said finishing for Cammie. Then Cam started another sentence, "Zach and I are. . ." and she couldn't finish that one either. "I go to school with Cammie," I said. "Really?" DeeDee asked me, as she took on a confused look. "I thought it was a girls' school?" That's when I was about let cover as Cam's boyfriend start. "Actually, my school's doing an exchange with Gallagher this semester." And that's when I slipped my hand in to Cammie's, taking the quarter, and feeling this undeniable spark come between us. "Oh." DeeDee's eyes got wide as she looked at me then at Cam , then at our joined hands. "That's really great!" She beamed.

My hand was still joined with Cam's and it just felt so right. So natural. Too bad I had to remind myself it was only a cover. Before I let go of Cam's hand, I stole a look at Josh. He looked like he was slowly dying inside, but he was going to get over Cammie. And Cammie will get over him, and when that happens, that's going to be the day, I make her my Gallagher Girl.

"Cam," I said, and that's when I realized it was the first time I called her by her first name- not Gallagher Girl. "The van leaves in ten." I nodded at Josh and DeeDee. I turned a corner. Where I saw Tina and slipped the quarter in her pocket before she could even realize it. "Oh. . .well. . .I'll let you guys get back to you party plans," I heard Cam say through comms, as I walked on aimlessly, through the town square and towards the van. "You could come," Josh told her. "Next Friday. You know, the whole town is gonna be there. You could come if you want." I heard Josh finish but DeeDee was quick to add, "And bring Zach." "That sounds like fun," I hear Cam say. Maybe she was starting to warm up to me, but I could still tell that she was hurting inside, and I was going to help heal her. She is the one weakness I can't afford but need, I love her.

There I made it about 4 pages long to make up for not updating sooner. I hope you enjoyed it ^-^

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-GallagherGirlForever

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