Author's Note: Okay so I finished reading the new book Only The Good Spy Young in a few hours and I got inspired! :) I hope you like this chapter! And a special thank you to all of the wonderful people that reviewed!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gallagher Girls, but I am the proud new owner of Only the Good Spy Young book that just came out!

In the photograph I couldn't have been more than a few months old. The woman who was holding me had long blonde hair and her blue eyes looked just like mine. She was laughing; probably at whomever it was taking the photo. I didn't recognize her, but I realized that this woman-

"That was your mother." A voice I recognized as my dad's interrupted my thoughts. He was peering over my shoulder to look at the picture in my hands. He startled me so much I dropped the picture. As I bent down to get the picture I realized I had been caught by my dad, while going through his desk. "So, I see you actually pay attention during my lectures. Good to know." My dad said in a mocking tone. "Is everything okay? Or do you normally go through your teacher's desks?"

"Well," I said. "I was actually looking for you. You see, earlier today I overheard something I probably shouldn't have." I explained to him what I had heard, but I didn't say anything about our plan.

"So," My dad asked when I finally finished explaining. "They said that it was going to happen tomorrow night?" I nodded. "And they didn't give a hint to what was going to happen, or who it was going to happen to?" Another nod. "And you're sure it was Ben Stiles?"

"Positive. I recognized the scar on his cheek." I clarified.

"Scar? What scar?" My father asked.

"Oh, he has this crescent moon shaped scar on his right cheek. I saw it the first day he was here." I explained, hoping to impress at how observant I was. "So, what can you tell me about Mr. Stiles? I mean, you said you guys were real good friends right?" I asked, trying to get as much information as possible without sounding like I was trying to get information.

"Well, like I said before, we trained at Blackthorne and went on a few missions together. He was kind of a rebel, with a hot temper. He always had an opinion on something, and was too stubborn to listen to other people's opinions. He never started something he couldn't finish, or played a game he could lose. I trusted him with my life on those missions." After a pause, my dad started again. "But you shouldn't worry about it. People say a lot of things that they don't mean." He said that as if he was talking from experience.

"Alright. I better get going. I don't want to be late for dinner." I said as I started to walk out of the room. "Bye."

"Goodbye, Meg." My dad responded and began to work on some paperwork.

When I entered the Grand Hall I quickly headed for the table Cammie, Bex, and Carrie were sitting at. We were supposed to have brushed up on our French, but having so much on my mind, the small fact had eluded me.

"Did you guys find out anything interesting?" I whispered to them.

"Nous sommes à parler en français." Cammie said, trying to remind me that we were supposed to be speaking in French. Then she whispered to me, "No, you?"

"Nothing. I talked to my dad about Mr. Stiles, but he didn't tell me anything useful."

"It doesn't make sense." Bex whispered, joining in on the conversation. "So far all that the surveillance cameras show is Mr. Stiles grading papers, reading education magazines, and sleeping. He sure isn't acting any different in class either. Either he is really good at acting or…"

"Or what?" I demanded.

"I don't know. It's just that… maybe you overheard him wrong? I mean, he doesn't have anything on his record that even hints of anything bad. Plus, he has clearance almost as high as Cammie's mom. He's clean."

"I know what I heard." I said, hating that my friends were beginning to doubt me. "I know it doesn't make sense, but really, when is anything ever crystal clear in a spy's life?"

"Maybe my mom will be able to give us something to go on." Cammie said. "I'm going to talk to her, now." Cammie took a deep breath, and as we wished her 'bonne chance', or good luck, she left the table and headed in the direction of the Hall of History.

The next morning at breakfast we were all on the edge of our seats. Cammie hadn't been able to get any useful information out of her mom, and Bex and Carrie hadn't been able to find out anything about Mr. Stiles from bugging his room. We spent most of the morning in the library trying to find something useful. Bex had a new program that she was certain would let them be able to hack into the CIA database untraced. Unfortunately it wasn't working out very well, until…

"I got in!" Bex exclaimed, getting dirty looks from everyone in the library reminding her to be quiet, and from her friends reminding her that it was supposed to be a secret!

Cammie, Carrie, and I all huddled around Bex. Unfortunately it took more than just hacking into the CIA database to get the dirt on Mr. Stiles.

As Bex scanned the pages of detailed information about Mr. Ben Stiles she muttered some incomprehensible words about how much clearance he had and his school records from way back. We were all starting to lose faith, or at least I was, when Bex squealed receiving more glares from fellow students and some teachers.

"I found something!" Bex said. We were all dying to know what she found. She didn't seem to understand this, though, because she just looked up at us questioningly.

"What did you find?" I finally asked.

"Oh! Right! Well it says here that he that almost five years ago to the date Benjamin Stiles died on a mission."

Author's Note: Okay so I hope you liked it! Does Mr. Stiles kind of remind anyone else of Agent Townsend from OTGSY? Please review! The more reviews I get the more inspired I am to write and the sooner I can get new chapters out. So REVIEW! lol :)