Christin Solomon

Chapter 28-When Everyone Else Sleeps

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I decided that I didn't want Rose and Shawn to be a couple because I need another guy in the story that isn't connected to all the ties between families. Plus, I made a pros and cons list of things Rose and Shawn had in common personality wise to evaluate their compatibility. It didn't get very good results. Back to this chapter, if you haven't noticed, Christin doesn't have much girl time, so that's the point of this chapter. Enjoy please and sorry if it's short but two tired girls can only talk for so long.

Rose's POV (Too bad I don't get to use her spy point of view . . . yet.)

Christin was given the OK by the doctors to come back to the US without immediate treatment for some injuries that would need a second look at by a doctor. So now we sat on the plane while the boys and Mrs. Solomon slept away the flight. But Christin and I were still up, sitting on the couch bed a crossed from each other.

"He's been doing really well this year," My best friend whispered as my gaze unintentionally went to Grant. My little brother was lying in an awkward position but yet he slept on. I couldn't help but be proud of him for helping to save Christin even though it very well could have killed him. That was bravery right there.

"So what's his British Bombshell like?" I asked in a whisper, with a little tease in the midst. Yes, I knew about Bex Baxter. Grant knew better than to keep things like that from me, contrary, he told me everything. I know it's hard to believe an 18 year old boy would tell his older sister everything without boundaries, but he did.

"She's cool, whacks him in the back of the head a lot, but she's cool," Christin and I chuckled a little. A little whack wasn't going to hurt my little bro, especially if it helped him focus on the situation.

"You and James?" I inquired. Christin and I nosed in the other's business all the time and if your best friend doesn't, they really aren't your best friend because your best friend wants to know every detail because that's how close you are, that's how much you depend on the other.

"We're good, we hit a rough spot, but we got over it," Christin shrugged and then a look I knew way to well came into her eyes, "Who are you dating?" I took a deep breath; I knew that question was coming.

"Johnny Blackthorne" I whispered, wondering if she heard it. She must have because her eyes grew to the size of plates in under two seconds.

"Johnny Blackthorne? As in the Brian Blackthorne descendant himself?" She whisper yelled in excitement.

"Duh," I brushed off the awe, trying not to turn into one of those screaming teenagers when they end up going out with the most popular boy in school.

"I always knew you would end up with a country boy," Christin teased laughingly as I leaned back against the wall.

"Psh, of course, have you seen the muscles on them country boys?" I laughed and she grinned.

"I have James and I still think Johnny Blackthorne is sexy," Christin put her hands in front of her face as if protecting herself from a punch.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," I shrugged off the comment.

"It must have been your Tennessee accent and charming backwoods manners," Christin said with a sparkle in her eye. Yes, I had a Tennessee accent because that's where me and Grant are from. I spoke with it only when I felt comfortable with letting it show.

"You know it," I replied.

"What does he look like know; I haven't seen him in a year or so?" Christin threw another question out.

"He has black hair that is spiked and jet black eyes. Did I mention he dyed the tips of his spikes gold in honor of a special someone?" I could hear Christin's mental aaaaaaawwwwwwww. My gold eyes were very rare and Johnny thought them one of my best features.

"Let me guess, Johnny has never told you no?" She teased as we started to giggle a tiny bit.

"No," For some reason, we found that even more hilarious, because we burst out in quiet laughter.

"You should help me teach the boys!" Christin suddenly whispered screamed in wild excitement. I stared at her, did I hear her right?

"Help you teach sweaty boys so they have a fighting chance when it comes to being real spies?" I asked skeptically, but she heard my hidden answer.

"Sweet," She said as we hit our fists together and then went into our complicated handshake which we had to do one handed since Christin couldn't use her arm.

"Shawn and Shane are going to kill James, you know that right?" I questioned. She blinked and then sighed loudly.

"Yeah, I know," She admitted.

"Why don't you let me 'talk' to him? I won't kill him just scare him out of his skin. Then Shawn and Shane won't have to kill him." I suggested. Christin gave me that speculating look which meant she was thinking my offer through. I'm sure a "talk" doesn't sound that threatening, but I have made grown men cry without even reaching my inside voice.

"Fine," She accepted but gave me that warning look all the same.

"Now that that is all taken care of; I need some shut eye," I told her as I climbed onto the other couch bed a crossed the aisle.

"Me too, good night," She agreed around an enormous yawn. I quickly followed in pursuit with my own yawn, we chuckled one last time before we fell into our separate dreams. I dreamt about my first mission with Johnny and couldn't help but crack a smile.

A/N: I like this chapter and think it's good for both characters. I have a little surprise for when they land in Washington D.C. and will try to update as soon as possible. Also, I need to know what sport you think represents Christin the best, baseball/softball, soccer, basketball, or volleyball? Review Please!