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It was a slow song so I reached my arm around her waist and rested it on her back, with the other I held her hand, and swayed. She looked up at me and seemed to be studying me. Smiling I decided it was about time to start a conversation.

"So tell me, Tiffany St. James. What does a girl like you do for fun?"

"I didn't tell you my name was Tiffany St. James," she remarked curtly, she squinted her eyes. "How did you know?"

Before I could give her a chance to catch my mistake I quickly replied, somewhat honestly,

"Oh, I always make it a point to know the names of beautiful women."

Then I held her tighter in my arms and gently dipped her. I slowly pulled her back up and winked at her surprised expression.

"Come on, Gallagher Girl, relax a little," I laughed, smoothly swinging her in and out when I saw Madame Dabney walk by.

She was about to reply when suddenly her eyes seemed to pop out of her sockets and she went stiff. She looked terrified and I abruptly stopped dancing.

"Hey," I said.

I shook her gently trying to wake her out of her trance.

"Gallagher Girl? You okay?" I asked.

My voice shook as I stared at her frightened body. She looked like a dear got in a car's headlights. I turned her to face me and I searched her eyes trying to find the meaning to her sudden fear.

"I gotta go," she blurted, pulling away from me.

"Ms. Morgan!" Madame Dabney exclaimed.

"I mean," she whirled towards me again, "if you could excuse me for a moment."

She turned away again and tried to dart away, but I grabbed her hand. She sighed,

"Thank you very much for the dance."

She smiled politely, grabbed her hand back, and was gone. Her fear had worried me tremendously. She wasn't the type to randomly disappear without an explanation, I was worried that something was seriously wrong. I'm not the type that likes being left out of the circle, so not knowing what was happening was killing me almost as much as the look of terror that had been on her face. I thought quickly of all the possibilities of what could be the matter and where she would need to go in such a hurry. Then I suddenly remembered the place she went to when she was feeling down. That old stone corridor, there was a chance that she'd go there again. Then again, she probably wouldn't since she knows that I've been there before. But still, it was a chance worth taking.

I hurried to the corridor, but she wasn't there. Having no place else to go of immediate importance I decided to think for a minute. The thick stone walls surrounded me, but instead of making me feel closed in or trapped, I felt… safe in a way. Which, when you're a spy, is very rare and wonderful to obtain, even if it is for a few seconds. Then I heard heels against the stone floor and Gallagher girl appeared from the shadows. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Then she looked at me and a look of shock. We both just stood for a moment staring at each other.

"Hey Gallagher girl, I thought I'd find you here," I said.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered her eyes darting everywhere and her lip quivering.

I paused, trying desperately to think of some flirty, sneaky, reason that wouldn't betray my anxiety over her safety. I took a deep breath and decided to speak the truth for once.

"Looking for you," I whispered back.

"Why?" she asked curtly, putting her hand on her hip.

"Because this is where you came the other day," I replied.

"Oh," she said softly.

There was a long pause. Finally I broke the silence.

"I thought this might be where you come...when you're upset," I explained.

She glanced up at me, the fear was starting to drain from her face. I took a step closer to her and tried to resist the urge to reach for her hand or hold her face gently in my palm. I just wanted to do something for her, hold her and try to wipe the worry from her eyes. But instead I shoved my hands in my pockets, trying to resist the temptation.

She gazed at me for a long time. She was in deep thought and I knew that I shouldn't interrupt her. So I leaned against the wall, patiently waiting. It annoyed me that I didn't know what she was thinking. But I knew she was probably thinking about me, which didn't bother me at all. After a minute of her staring I looked uncomfortably at the floor. Then I looked at her again.

"So what is it, Gallagher Girl?" I asked again.

She sighed and reached up to touch the stone wall. Then her eyes widened and she froze.

But before I do anything a siren pierced the air. A mechanical voice started saying "CODE BLACK CODE BLACK CODE BLACK."

And then the lights went out.