I know I've been neglecting you, my readers, and I'm truly sorry. But seriously, AP and Honors HS classes are no joke. I have huge amounts of HW :( and I've also been working on a real story, like novelish :) If anyone's good with fiction than yous should PM me ;)

Enjoy :)

The next few weeks were a blur of planning and emotions. First of all, whenever Zach and Bex were in the same place for too long; things were said and punches were thrown. More than once Mr. Baxter literally had to pull Bex off of Zach. The weirdest part of all of it was that later, after she'd cooled own, Bex would refuse to tell me what her and Zach had been fighting about. That worried me, what could make Bex want to beat Zach up that many times?

Secondly, grown up spies aren't so keen to let spies-in-training plan ops into an ancient city controlled by an even more ancient terrorist group so we spent most of our time doing nothing while the "grown-ups" planned the mission.

Then there was the worst part of all. Whenever my mom, Joe and Aunt Abby were all in the same room, which was often, you could feel the tension. When I pointed this out to Macey one afternoon she looked at me with a completely straight face and said, "Sexual repression will create that type of environment." So not something I needed on my mind.

To top it all off there was the way Joe and Zach seemed to disappear at the most random times then appear hours later; both looking emotionally worn out. Needless to say I was getting restless.

I started re-exploring the mansion; with one of my many babysitters to make sure I didn't try and run. I actually found three new passages, though they didn't lead anywhere useful. One led to a suite which I'm almost certain was some random seventh-graders, another led to a broom closet in the west-wing and another just led to a large open room with a large fluffy chair.

It was now three weeks since we found out our mission. Three weeks since my dad had visited me in my mother's office. Three weeks of doing nothing. Three weeks was long enough that when my mom, Joe, Abby, Mr. and Mrs. Baxter walked into my dorm at 8:00 am and announced that we were going to need some help on this mission.

We weren't sure what they meant; were they going to get more people from Langley or MI6 to help? My question was answered when four boys walked into our dorm. At 8:00am; when I had major bed head and horrible morning breath.

"Miss us," asked a deep booming voice. Next thing I know there were shrieks echoing through the mansion and hard objects flying to the doorway. Bex was leading the attack; throwing nail polish bottles and shoes that were scattered by her bed.

"Bex, Ow, BEX STOP IT!"

"Grant, get out of our room right now!"

"OW! Fine! C'Mon guys, let's get some food from the kitchen." The door shut and Bex calmed.

"Was that who I think it was," drawled Liz sleepily.

"The Blackthourne Boys have returned," I said entertained by Bex's reaction.

"To help us save the world no doubt," said Macey.

"Might as well get dressed and go greet them," I said. "Fine," said Bex in a clipped tone that suggested she was still mad about Grant coming into our room. We all got dressed and went down into the kitchen where the boys were munching on cereal. "Good morning ladies," said Grant trying to act smooth; something that failed when he dribbled milk down his shirt. I heard Bex's soft giggle form behind me.

"So you guys are going to help us find the city," I asked walking over and wrapping my arms around Zach.

"Well we heard how much fun Zach was having and we couldn't resist," said Jonas sarcastically.

"Hey Jonas, don't despair, you get to spend time with Lizzy," teased Grant. Jonas flushed red and muttered something under his breath in Farsi.

"I can feel the love in this room," said Macey sarcastically.

"Obviously," said Grant smiling. After we all started chatting and eating breakfast; only to be interrupted by Joe Solomon himself walking in, looking serious.

"Debriefing in thirty, wheels rolling in forty." He left and we all looked at each other. It was with a grim excitement that we finished our breakfast and got dressed and went to my mother's office to be debriefed. After three weeks; we were moving.

So here we are. They are about to go on the mission annnnnnnnd the BBBoys are back! Not for long though :)

What do I mean by that? Well I guess you're going to have to REVIEWW and tell me OR follow my storyyyyy!