A/N: Sorry about the crazed ranting last chapter, I need to seriously chill. I really, really didn't mean to post this a day late but yesterday was hectic and I didn't even get a chance to touch a computer.

And if Laurel seems too mature I'm really sorry guys. I've gotten kind of rusty since its been a few months since I've been around actual kindergarteners, but I'm going to try harder.

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Chapter Four

The Spy and The Professor

Today Laurel was in the college library, which was only good for two things. Flipping through relatively thin books, and...

...annoying the heck out of everybody trying to study.

Laurel was there with Amy, one of Daddy's students and past relations. Amy and Laurel were facing each other over a table in the Kids' Section of the library, Amy on her laptop working on an essay for a physics course and Laurel balancing on both of her elbows flipping through D'Aulaires Book of Greek Myths.

Amy was listening to a dissertation online using hot pink earbuds with her dark brown hair piled on her head in a topknot, donning Abercrombie sweats and a mildly tired expression. Laurel, whose feet did not touch the ground, swung her legs back and forth as she stared at the pictures.

"In olden times, when men still worshipped ugly idols, there lived in the land of Greece a folk of shepherds and herdsmen who cherished light and beauty..."

It was at that point -the end of the first sentence- when Laurel decided to give up on actually reading it. She dreamily traced the starry face of Uranus as he gazed lovingly at Gaea's earthy one. She had never really wanted to be a princess as much as she had wanted a prince of her own.

However, she was now losing interest in her flipping and looked up at Amy, who was seeming to become less and less aware of her. Laurel shut her eyes and tried to remember what her Daddy told her when she asked if she could explore the huge library. He probably said no and some other words, too. Unfortunately, she had a terrible memory and sometimes, when you really want something, you can trick yourself into doing what you know you're going to regret later.

Like when Daddy asked Amy to watch his kid, he was going to regret that later.

"Rob, what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying this could be it, that's what I'm saying! This discovery, this could be exactly what we needed! This could change everything!"

"Do you know what this means?"

"We did it."

"Are you guys serious?"

"Abso-freakin-lutely!"

And then all four guys in the room started jumping up and down and crying and hugging and all kinds of things she'd never seen grown men do before. Laurel, ninja she was, had snuck into a (supposedly locked) meeting room and started poking around. When she saw people approaching she dove under the table.

Their loudness was irritating her overly-sensitive ears. Rob and Julian were hugging, Eric had yet to stop saying 'Oh my God' over and over again, and Samir wasn't even speaking in English anymore. They were annoying her, and so she felt compelled to leave. Crawling out from her seat on the floor and dusting non-existent lint off of her bright green sundress, she moved towards the door.

"Oh my God, is that a little girl?" Julian's voice broke through the onslaught. Laurel turned around. Well it wasn't like she had been trying particularly hard to not be seen.

The room paused and everybody started to blink at her as she tried to remember which way she had gone to get to Dork Enterprises. She couldn't remember, and it dawned on her that she was alone with these guys that she did not know. Rob began to approach her as everyone else continued to stare dumbly.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

"I don't have one." She got that from Consty.

"Ok, why are you in here?"

She simply blinked at them. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"How much did you hear?"

What did he mean how much did you hear? She was five!

Rob turned and faced Julian. Eric nodded. Rob turned back to face her. He picked her up (she tried fighting until she realized that he was holding her way too far up from the ground) and placed her in the chair at the head of the table.

"I'm going to come right out and ask you, are you a spy?"

Laurel gave him a withering look.

"Are you?"

"Yeah." Well, she was a ninja. The way she saw it, ninja and spy were the same thing.

He grunted, "I knew it. Who are you working for?"

"Huh?"

"WHAT IN THE-" curse word, "ARE YOU-" curse word, "DOING?!"

Laurel smiled. It looked like Amy had found her.

"Laurel?"

"Mmhmm?"

"What did you do today?"

Laurel grinned. Daddy asked her that question everyday and now she had a really exciting answer.

"Me, Amy and..." Dog, she couldn't remember his name!

"And...?" Daddy asked patiently as they strolled towards Bruster's hand-in-hand.

"Me, Amy and what's-his-face played Ninja Spies today!" The look Daddy gave her was priceless as she smiled up at him.

"Ninja Spies?" Daddy asked her hesitantly, almost as if he was scared of the answer.

"Yeah! Only..." Laurel looked down, brows furrowed in concentration, "only, I don't think Amy liked it so much."

A gruff laugh, "Yeah, I didn't think Amy would."

They continued towards the red counter and extremely tempting menu selection. Laurel chatted animatedly with the lady behind it as Daddy held her up to tell them what she wanted.

"Ok, class!"

It was hours later and Laurel was hosting class at the long glass table in the Dining Room. Using Daddy's big whiteboard and tripod -which she's acquired with Daddy's assistance- and a step stool so that she could actually reach it, she laid down the finishing touches.

Marleigh, the panda, and Makenzie, bunny #1, had to be separated and Ryan, teddy bear #5 was a star student. Ms. Souza purposely ignored Alan, Ken #3, because he was in the corner for being rude to Laurel, Barbie #2, and Destinee, Barbie #14.

She shook her head at Barbie-Consty and Barbie-Xavier, who were inseparable as usual.

Laurel had gotten the idea after pestering Daddy while he was trying to work on his class' assignment. He said, "Don't you have your own class to teach?" and she realized that she should. She was good at teaching, Diesel asked for her help all the time.

So after agreeing to leave Daddy alone he helped her set her classroom up with the warning that if she broke something she would be in trouble.

She rounded up her already impressive collection of dolls and stuffed animals and realized that she had renamed most of them hundreds of times because she forgot their names.

So, doing something Ms. Muffy had done with them when she was in her class, she cut out squares of paper, hole punched them, and wrote different numbers on each one. She then issued out the number tags to her perspective class. She took out a sheet of paper and wrote a name next to each number. It was a genius idea, even if she didn't come up with it.

"Ok, guys! Today we're going to learn about flowers! Then we're going to add!"

And with that Laurel commenced to breaking down to her class how to draw the perfect flower, stopping occasionally to hush Makenzie and Mia, puppy #3.

Later, when they added she started with the basics, like 1+1 and 2+2 and then gradually got to the really hard ones, like 5+4 and 7+3.

It was getting late and Laurel needed to be in bed. Daddy walked to the dining room and gasped in horror at what he found.

There was some sort of atrocity taking up the entire right side of his white board and there were random scribblings in varied colors all over the place like 'Ms Souza', '7+3=73', and 'Names Ken 3 Bunny 1 Panda 1'.

Ms. Souza herself was lying on her arms on the table surrounded by her myriad of plastic and cotton stuffing. Daddy was finding himself disturbed by the hard, unblinking eyes that seemed to all be looking in his direction.

He crept by the eerily silent and brightly-colored figures as he picked Laurel up and hurriedly moved out of the room. They'd clean it up later when it wasn't so dark outside.