Christin Solomon

Chapter 16-Brother V.S. Boyfriend

A/N: I can't tell you how many aw's were in the reviews. It is virtually uncountable, well maybe not really, but you no what I mean. Thanks for the reviews. I thought it was a sweet chapter too. Now for the long awaited battle between Chris and James.

Chris's POV

I shared a bed with Christin that night; Gallagher didn't have a room ready. It wasn't a big deal anyway, even after all this time we were used to sharing a bed with each other. When we were little, our rooms had a connecting door, and we would go into the other's to sleep. Nothing changed, especially me stealing the covers, and Christin elbowing me in the chest to grab them back. When I woke up, Christin was already in the shower, and in a pile on the dresser were some clothes for me to wear. I was cautious even before I touched them, it would be just like Christin to rig them with some dye or the set could possibly do girl clothes. I poked them and leaped back immediately, nothing.

"Oh don't get your boxers in a bunch; I didn't do anything to them . . . this time." Christin yelled in Italian at me. My gut didn't turn or twist, so I knew she was telling the truth. I grabbed them just as she stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was ragged and she was wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a black tank top, typical Christin.

"You didn't set the showerhead to blow up or anything?" I clarified teasingly. She laughed and shook her head no. It was nice falling back into the old routine. All the time the Circle of Cavan had held me for interrogation, I thought about my family. I remembered running through the sprinkler with Christin with ice cream covering both out faces or mom showing me how to cut vegetables faster. Shawn and Shane showing me how to hack into the FBI database was a big one. Then there was dad, of course I had good memories it's just . . . that's my dad, and Christin's daddy. None of us had took claim to his heart like Christin did, she never got in trouble, and always got what she wanted when dad was around, because, once again, that was her daddy, and just our dad. None of us had the relationship that Christin did, we were all mamas' boys at heart, but Christin . . . no. She was bent on being and individual and strived to out do us in any way possible. For some reason, she felt like she had to be better than us. We all understood that it was the pressure of being the youngest and being the only sister, but none of us could really empathize. So Christin turned to dad as her main parent, bent on being Solomons' just like us. After I was done showering and changed, making sure my hair was messy in a good way; I stepped out of the bathroom. Christin was sitting on the bench seat by the window, singing in soft Italian to herself.

"Ready to go?" I asked quietly, not really wanting to bring her out of her peaceful state, but I knew she had to be hungry. She stood up and walked over, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Yep" She popped the p; I laughed and wrapped my own arm around her shoulders as we started walking toward the Mess Hall. Wrapping an arm around the other was a habit we had developed since we were young; it was automatic, almost instinctive.

"Come on, I want you to meet my little brothers." She had already explained to me that she taught Grant Newman, Jonas Anderson, and Zach Goode. It was understandable; it was no fun being in a mansion all alone after a mission completed or . . . failed. But Christin had never failed a mission and I knew she wasn't about too.

"Grant, Bex, Jonas, Liz, Zach, and Cammie, this is my twin brother, Chris." Christin introduced.

"Hey man, what's up?" Grant asked like it was everyday Christin brought a supposed to be dead brother to school and showed him off.

"Nothing much" I chuckled, Christin giggled a little.

"So who's older?" Zach said, already knowing the answer, because this is the famous Goode spy we're talking about.

"I am" I responded right when Christin muttered, "By ten seconds," We all laughed at her tone and even she cracked a smile.

"I'm starving, I'll see ya'll at class, and I mean all of you." Christin spoke as if they were slackers, they all laughed and Jonas said, "Whoever cuts your class is a brave, stupid person." Christin laughed and we walked away toward the enticing food. After we got it, we joined dad. He slapped me on the shoulder, but gave Christin a one armed hug. "Favorite," I coughed, "Proud of it," Christin coughed back and dad shook his head dismissively. Breakfast went by in a flash and so did the rest of the morning until Christin had to go teach her class.

"Will you find James; I haven't seen him all day." She confessed her concerns. I gave her a half hug and nodded in a silent promise. She smiled and pecked me on the cheek before sprinting off toward the P&E barn. James was my best friend; I'd grown up with him as much as I grew up with Christin. Coming back to find out that they were dating wasn't a big surprise, but it was still a little bit of a kick in the gut to find my baby sister with a boyfriend. Wasn't there some law that for a younger sister to be able to date; her brothers had to make the necessary threats to the boy first? I swear, it's some where in the Constitution. I trailed around the academy, thinking about the places James would most likely be. Well he wasn't in the library, or the weight room, so the only place left was Roseville. James would go there for some comfort food. So, asking Christin's permission first, and promising not to lay a single fingerprint besides the door handle, I took Christin's Aston Martin V12 Vantage. I couldn't blame her for loving this thing to death. I stopped in front of the diner and spotted James inside.

"Yo, James, what's up man, long time no see." I greeted as I set down beside him at the bar stools. We exchanged one of those "guy hugs" as the world likes to label them.

"Nothing much" He avoided the question casually. He knew why I was here, he probably didn't understand the double meaning though.

"Why are you mad at her? She was just doing what she does best, saving the world." I gestured the diner round us and he smirked.

"What if something had happened? Did she ever factor in that?" He growled, poking another fry into some ketchup.

"She's Christin, of course she doesn't. Sometimes she lets the spy get to her and who can blame her? It happens to all of us. Heck, one day it will happen to you and it will happen to me and it will happen to the boys that Christin teaches. You can't hold that against her." I exclaimed, making an effort to fix things for my sis.

"Easy for you to say." He muttered, okay, I was done being Mr. Nice Guy.

"Look, I've been pretty darn lenient about you going out with my little sister. I was happy to hear it. But if you're going to hold this against her, I'm going to kick you butt into next Sunday, then I'm going to call the Director, and report a colleague problem. This is my sister and you don't get to keep glaring at her. So either get over her decision or I'm going to become so overbearingly protective that you won't get within a mile of her." I laid down the law, short and sweet. No, maybe I wasn't as threatening as Shawn or Shane, but I was going to make a heck of an effort.

"You're right man, I've been acting like a butthead. I guess thinking that I was going to lose her kind of got to my head. But I'm better now." James reassured. I grinned and punched his shoulder before standing up and heading toward the car. But suddenly I doubled over in a gut wrenching pain. Christin was in danger.

A/N: Cliff hanger, yes, I'm that cruel. It's going to be good though, it's going to be good, promise. I liked the whole, no more Mr. Nice Guy. But it's all up to you, review!