Undercover

Things slowly returned to normal, well, normal enough for me. I went back to the Agency. Every night Jack and I would come home, go out for a walk in the humid air and watch the moon rise and stars come out. After we would come back inside, watch a 51 movie. (Jack had a whole list for me to see) and then go upstairs to my room and fall asleep together on my bed, just holding one another till we fall asleep.

Since I am officially a Time Agent, I don't get to see my friends that often, which I think is for the better. Ever since that day we have slowly drifted apart. The only one who I still hang out, and this is outside of the Academy, is Mary.

One day when I was walking with Mary to the Academy coming back from lunch, my communicator beeped. I sighed and held it up to my ear. "Yes, this is Agent Anderson."

"Come to Mr. Jefferson's office right away." Came the communications manager secretary, Miss. Scott.

"I'll be there soon." I responded and put away the device. I then turned to Mary. "I have to go." I said sadly.

"It's okay Susan." Mary said. We parted ways at the main doors. Mary went to go train and I went to Mr. Jefferson's office.

I knocked on Mr. Jefferson's door three times then step back and waited. I wondered for a second why Mr. Jackson, who was head of the special forces department, asked me to his office but before I had time to dwell on it, Mr. Jackson called me into his office.

As soon as I walked into his office I knew something was up but that was probably because of a black sturdy case that was on his desk along with a business suit... for a women. Even though my eyes narrowed, I didn't say anything other than, "You called for me, Mr. Jefferson?" I asked in a polite voice.

Mr. Jefferson who was around Jack's height, probably a head taller stood up from his reading device and faced me. Mr. Jefferson was old. When I say old, I mean old. He had wrinkles all over his face. His cheeks were a bit sunken in and his hair was white. "Yes I did, Miss. Anderson. You can close the door. What I am about to talk to you about is not for prying ears. After you have done so you may have a set." It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. I closed the door and sat down in a hard, unconformable mettle chair.

"Do you know why you are here?" Mr. Jefferson asked me once I had seated.

"No sir." I responded.

"I invited you to come down to my office because you are the only person that we have to do this assignment." My eyes widened. I heard Jack talk about his assignments. It started getting hot and I started sweating. The assignments Jack normally got was to kill people. I wasn't ready for this.

Mr. Jackson noticed my distress. "Don't worry. It's not killing." My eyes narrowed. I hated how easily he was able to read me. I have to get better. Mr. Jackson walked around the table and took the clothing and put it on the other chair next to me. He then opened up the case.

I stood up, trying to get a better view of the contents. Inside the case where very interesting objects.

One looked like an old Earth version of a cell phone, a small version of a ipad, a gun with amo, a belt and a watch. "These you will take with you on your assignment. You will keep this on you at all times.." Mr. Jefferson said picking up a skin colored small circular device.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Its your communicator. You put it in your ear and keep it there until the assignment is over." I took the small communicator from him and put it in my ear. "Your objective is to Spy on one of the most powerful man on Earth, Mr. Wang. He is a businessman but that is only his front. His night life is... well, lets call it explosive."

I nodded my head. "So you want me to go undercover into his life and... what... spy on him? Gather information? Track every single movement?" I asked sarcastically.

Mr. Jackson gave a haunting smile. "Yes. We want confirmation that he has dealings with... certain groups. You leave in an hour. Rogue One will transport you to his house where you will employ as a child sitter for Emily and Samantha Wang." Mr. Jackson gave me a file off his desk. I immediately skimmed through it.

"That has all the information you need and you're working papers and a back story that you will have to memorize. Get changed and meet Rogue One in the hanger in an hour. Tell no one of the assignment."

My eyes widened. "Can I at least say goodbye to Jack?" I asked. I winced as I realized I was supposed to say Captain.

Mr. Jackson's mouth line twitched up for a second then he shook his head. "No. You leave in one hour. Get to it."

I breathed in as I stood in my business uniform, a long skirt with a white top tucked into the skirt and black shoes. I thought about my cover story. Apparently I was Melinda Denvon, age twenty six. Grew up in South London and came to New Castilia for work as Governess. Like Clara. I thought. I shook the thought out of my head.

I knocked twice on the door to Mr. Wang's mansion. From outside I heard the sound of my knock Eco throughout the house. I waited for one more minute. I was about to knock again when the door opened and a man well dressed, with black hair and skin stepped out. "Mr. Wang." I greeted. I recognized him from my folder. "I'm Melinda Denvon. You hired me to be a Governess to your children."

"Ah, yes. Miss. Denvon. I was wondering when you would show up. I am just about to head out to dinner. The head maid will show you where you will be staying. After that she will introduce you to my children."

Mr. Wang stopped for a moment, clearly testing me with the ability to remember names.

"Emily and Samantha." I responded. "Emily is ten and Samantha is nineteen."

Mr. Wang smiled. "Very good. Tomorrow we will discus your hours and pay. Good night, Madam." Mr. Wang said. He tipped his black top hat to me and walked down the front porch. I stared after him in slight shock. What kind of man would go to dinner and leave his kids at home?

I sighed and picked up my suitcase and walked inside the mansion, ready to start my new work.

A/N: Some notes on Reviews:

ellethwen of lothlorien: Oh, the trip was fantastic! When ever I saw something that had to do with Doctor Who, like Big Ben, The London Eye or the Globe, I immediately thought of Doctor Who, not: oh that's pretty... I was basically fan-girling through the entire trip.

troublewolf: Thanks, and I try to catch everything before I post it.

MinecraftLover00: Yes, this story defiantly needs some Fluff in it once and a while.