A/N: I think this chapter is quite long, but please R&R so I know whether to continue with the story or not! ~ Becca :] x

Chapter One - An Odd Reunion and a Successful Recruitment

Stella Knight sighed as she walked through the halls of MI9 HQ. With her dark hair tied up high, wearing her best black pencil skirt & matching jacket and her favourite heels on; she was ready for business. She'd been Chief Agent for just a week but was already exhausted. There were missions to approve, agents to find, world threats to arrest. This week, she had to help recruit the new MI High team. The team Frank London worked with. She let out a louder sigh. They'd have to talk and work together again. Almost ten years of very little contact and it all came down to the annoying, yet extremely successful, MI High project.

Lost in thought, Stella missed a step at the bottom of the hall way and went over her ankle. The heel of her shoe broke off and she fell flat on her butt. She groaned in embarrassment, 'Oh bugger! These were my favourite pair too...' She thought. Lifting herself off the floor, heel-less heel in hand, she hobbled to her office.

At the same time, at a far side of MI9 Head Quarters, Frank was making his way to Stella's office too. He was proud, in a strange way that she managed to get such a high position as Chief Agent. With his hair slightly slicked back and wearing his infamous zebra print shirt, Frank continued to walk down the hall.

Arriving outside Stella's office, Frank fixed his suit and smoothed his hair down a bit. It was a habit he had, something he'd always done before visiting or talking to her; he thought after almost a decade it would've stopped. He knocked on the door a couple of times, waiting for a response, but when there was none he opened it. The office was quite small and basic, with a computer, a desk and a couple of chairs. Seeing as nobody was around he sat on the more comfortable looking chair behind the desk, even though he'd be done for if Stella caught him. He eyed up the strange trinkets she had on her desk, wondering if she'd acquired them over the years or if the just came with the room. After waiting five minutes, Frank decided to have a look through the single drawer in the desk. Sure, he'd probably get caught on camera, but he was easily bored, not a great habit for a government agent to pick up. The drawer wasn't as organised as he'd thought it would be. It was filled with a range of things from stationary and important looking documents, to a phone charger and a small pink hair brush. Frank laughed to himself. For someone who acted as serious as Stella, her favourite colour was still bubble gum pink, something he was sworn to secrecy about by said woman. After some rummaging around, Frank found something that genuinely surprised him. Near the bottom of the messy drawer was a rather well kept photo from around 12 years previously. It was a photo of him and Stella a couple of months after they'd started dating. Frank was pretty sure he had the exact same photograph, he just couldn't remember where he'd seen it last. They looked so young and happy and careless. 'The good old days...' He thought.

Just then there was a sound of footsteps from outside the office. Frank stuffed the photo back down to the bottom of the drawer and tried to make it look similar to how it had been when he found it. Fixing his hair and suit again, Frank quickly sat down on one of the other chairs, pulling his phone out to 'play a game'. The handle on the office door turned, and in walked Stella, with shoeless feet.

*5 minutes earlier*

As Stella continued through the halls of MI9 she came across groups of people from Junior Agents and Senior Officials. A couple of them gave her strange looks for her lack of footwear, others asked her what happened to her shoe, and some people completely ignored her bare feet and asked her to sign various documents or stopped to talk about recent missions. This began to frustrate her as she had planned to arrive at her office before Frank with enough time to change her shoes and maybe make herself look more presentable. Finally coming to the last corridor before her office, she headed towards the door and turned the handle. What she expected was her quiet, tidy office; what she found was Frank London, playing Angry Birds and swinging around on a chair. She sure as hell wasn't trained for this…

"You're early," she stated, closing the office door.

"Actually I think you'll find I'm exactly on time," he said, putting his phone down for a second so he could tap his watch for emphasis. She walked forward, trying to look as professional as possible without her shoes, and sat down in her chair behind her desk.

"Yes, but you're usually la- Have you sat in my chair? It's warm..." She asked.

"Couldn't resist," he replied, his face glued to his phone again.

"You're a child Frank..."

"And you're missing a shoe."

"I broke a heel, anyway you're wearing that god awful shirt," she retorted.

"You said you liked it when I bought it!" He exclaimed, feigning hurt.

"You also knew I was joking," She said, shuffling through papers.

"At least I was here on time..." He mumbled.

"I had business to deal with."

"Like what?" He asked

"Oh mind your own!" she replied, sticking her tongue out.

"Now who's being childish?" He said, smirking.

"Still you!" She said as sternly as possible, "Enough with the messing about, we've got things to deal with."

Frank finally looked up from his phone. In front of him Stella had laid out nine files in groups of three.

"Nine agents for you to choose from Frank," Stella began, "We've managed to find three technology whizzes, three experts in disguise and three highly skilled martial artists."

She typed on the keyboard of her computer, and then turned the monitor around to show Frank footage of the possible agents.

"Each one of them is an expert in their field," she continued, "some more so than others, but the final decision is yours. All of the necessary background checks have already been done, so they're good to go."

"Alrighty, let's get started," Frank said. He read each file then eliminated one person from each category. He then asked to watch more specific footage of the teens. After a good ten minutes of thought and discussion he decided on the final three.

"So that's Tom Tupper, Aneisha Jones and Daniel Morgan," Frank said.

"Excellent choice," said Stella, "We'll get in touch with them and their parents and begin training and relocation as soon as possible."

"And you've already got a school in mind for the new base?" Frank asked.

"Yes, all sorted, construction of the underground base has already taken place, it's nothing fancy, but it'll do," Stella finished.

"Well then," Frank started, getting out of his chair, "I guess I'll get going..."

"Oh," Stella said, sounding slightly disappointed, but quickly changing her tone, "yes, we'll have to have another meeting soon to talk about the new agents."

"Yeah, good idea..." He said, heading for the door.

"I'll see you soon Frank," she said, her voice slightly softer.

"It was good seeing you Stella," Frank replied with a smile. He opened the door and left, feeling much better than he did before the meeting. Little did he know, Stella felt exactly the same…