Author's Note: Hey everyone! First, I would like to thank my wonderful beta reader cammiemorganrules! I also would like to thank everyone who is reading this story. So, thank you! Now, on with the story! I hope you like it! :)

Disclaimer:

Recap: Let me check…. Nope. Still don't own Gallagher Girls.

On his cheek was a crescent moon scar.

Out of force of habit, I gasped (Which probably isn't the best thing to do when you're eavesdropping on possible bad guys). Apparently someone heard because one of the men asked if anyone heard anything. Thankfully, they all just dismissed it as they were hearing things. My first thought was to go tell Headmistress Morgan, but what had I really heard? I mean, it sounded bad, but it could have been anything. I slumped down to the concrete floor and tried to remember the conversation.

After reviewing it in my head I learned that I was certain of three things:

Something was going to happen tomorrow night.

Mr. Stiles was in on it.

They thought I wasn't a threat, and that I didn't know anything about the plan. (Which I really didn't, just that it was going to happen tomorrow night.)

But the list of things I didn't know was much, much longer. So I really didn't have much of a reason to tell Mrs. Morgan anything, and it was probably nothing. I wasn't even sure if what was going to happen was bad. So I decided to find Cammie and get her opinion on what I should do, and hopefully her help on finding out what was going on.

I found Cammie in her room with Bex. I wanted to tell Cammie alone, because Bex didn't know anything about the whole "Mr. Solomon being my dad" thing. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to tell one more person. Plus, Bex was really nice when I first started to go to the Gallagher Academy.

"Hey Meg, what's up?" Cammie greeted as I walked over to her bed to sit down next to her. When she saw the look on my face she asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Well," I started. "I need your help." I went on to catch Bex up on who my dad was, and explained to them what I had just heard.

"It's probably nothing." I finished. "But it bothered me when he said it was good that I was in the dark about all this."

"Well," Cammie started, "I find the fact that he singled you out kind of odd. I mean why you? No offence or anything, I'm just trying to figure this out." It was as if I could see the wheels turning in her brain. "But he didn't call you by your name. He called you 'The Solomon Girl' right?" I nodded. "So maybe it has something to do with your dad!"

I couldn't tell if she was excited that she had figured something out, or if she was excited that it was about my dad.

My face fell. "My dad? But-"

"Think about it Meg," Bex came in; finally over the shock that Mr. Solomon was my dad. "Mr. Solomon, your dad, is one of the best spies. Who wouldn't want to get at him? And now that they, whoever 'they' might be, know that he has a daughter, they finally found a weakness."

"Not that you're a weakness!" Cammie said, trying to make up for what Bex had said. "But now there is something that will… kind of tie him back to his personal life. Distract him. So maybe they are going to go through you to get to your dad."

"Hold on a minute." I said. "We don't know what they are planning to do. We don't even know if they are bad guys." Oddly enough, that seemed to dampen their spirits.

"I wish Liz was here." Bex said. "She would be able to give us all the statistics we need, and the probability that these guys are bad."

"What do you mean? Where is Liz?" I asked.

"Tanzania." Cammie and Bex said at the same time.

"Tanzania? Why is she there?"

Cammie said, "Don't ask." And knowing Cammie it was probably a good idea not to.

"So what are we going to do about this?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Do about what?" A small voice, asked from the doorway. I turned around to see Carrie. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"No, it's okay. Come here." Carrie already knew about Mr. Solomon being me dad, so it didn't take long for us to get her caught up.

"Well, we don't really have anything to prove that these guys are bad, but I could still ask my mom if she knows anything." Cammie offered.

"Okay and I'll try to find out what I can about Mr. Stiles." I said, getting up off Cammie's bed.

"I guess I'll try to spy on Mr. Stiles. Carrie, you can come with me if you want. We'll plant some mini-cameras, some bugs…" Bex trailed off, as she got an evil look in her eyes. She lived to eavesdrop.

"Guys, just remember. This is supposed to go down tomorrow night. That leaves," Cammie looked down at her watch. "24 hours, give or take. So find out everything you can, as fast as you can, and since tomorrow is Saturday, meet back in here at noon."

With that we all went our separate ways: Bex and Carrie to find Mr. Stiles, Cammie to find her mom, and me to find my dad.

It was about six in the evening when I stumbled down to sublevel one, hoping to find my dad so I could talk to him. But what I found was an empty classroom. I had spent the last hour searching every hall in the school, but to no avail. Out of curiosity, I approached my father's desk. I didn't know my dad real well, and he had said himself, the other day in CoveOps, that the best way to find out about someone is by looking through their drawers, especially the locked ones.

The desk I was approaching wasn't my father's only desk; he had another one just like it in sublevel two, or so I'd heard, but I figured it was better than nothing.

I opened the top right drawer, and surprisingly it was empty. Okay, after I thought about it, it really wasn't all that surprising. Most of the things my dad taught us in CoveOps didn't require any materials. It was more of a hands-on class. When I opened the next drawer down a piece of paper fluttered to the floor. I bent down to pick it up and found that it wasn't a piece of paper.

It was an old baby photograph. Of me.

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