A/N- Another chapter. I might put another one up tonight so yeah. It's the summer holidays at the moment so I've got loads of time to right so I will probably be updating most days. Hope you like this new chapter.

Chapter 4:

"Cam, your father and I were spies. Joe and Zach are too."

Whoa back the truck up. Spies? Am I still unconscious? Am I dreaming?

"What? Are you on drugs or something?" I yelled staring at them all in disbelief.

"Well, actually, I tell a lie. Your father, Joe and I are spies. Zach is a spy-in-training."

"Wait, so you guys are absolutely serious?"

"Deadly." Joe said.

This is really a lot to process for a 16 year old girl to handle. In the space of two days, I have flown across the world to London, been kidnapped, awoken in an escape-proof dorm and been told my parents and these other two are spies. Oh and my dad is missing?

WHAT IS GOING ON?

"Right so, if I've got this right, my dad has disappeared because you're all spies?" They all nodded at me smirking. Right. "Anything else you'd like to tell me? I'd rather know now, and stay utterly perplexed in one chunk, instead of thinking I know what's going on and then get another suprise."

Mom shook her head and giggled at me. How was I related to this woman? Seriously she is quite easily the most stunning lady I had ever seen. "Well actually, yes. Firstly however, are Julie and Alistair expecting you to stay here?"

"How do you know their names?" I'm deeply confused.

Joe spoke up from the back, "Ms Morgan/Cooper, we know everything. MI6 is in regular contact with the CIA. Also we have close friends in the CIA who could keep an eye on you during your childhood. Your first word was 'duck', you started to walk when you were 11 months old. It was a surprise to see you walk at that age, but considering who your parents are it kind of made sense."

I'm both disturbed and even more confused about all this.

"Right then…" I said rubbing my temples to try and calm the headache that was coming on as a result of all of this. "But yes, they know I'm going to be staying for a while, because obviously, under normal circumstances people don't wake up in the same place (not by choice necessarily) as their real parents after searching for what, 3 hours? They asked for me to phone everyday though and come back to visit regularly once I found you. OMG imagine their reactions to this whole shebang!" I exclaimed, getting exited. I reached over to my bag to get my phone when a hand grabbed my arm, stopping me. I looked up to see Zach holding onto me with a stern look.

"No one can know. Regardless of whether they raised you or not."

"But I have to, we tell each other everything!" It was true, I told them EVERYTHING. Actually I don't think there is anything they don't know! This would be the first thing they wouldn't know.

"Well, I know plenty of people who said that, but they've managed perfectly fine." Zach said, back to smirking again. Was there an issue with his mouth that made it constantly like that? No probably not, I doubt there are any issues with any of him.

"hmf." Not bothering to argue anymore.

"You can call them of course kiddo, but you just can't tell them of this. Or anything really." Mom said.

"Um. Right. Anyway, what else was there that you had to tell me?"

"Ah, yes. Well since you can stay, if you would like to stay?" She asked me. I nodded at her. She broke into a huge grin. I felt happy seeing her smile like that, and because of me! Despite me only knowing her for 30 minutes or so, she was my mother and I wanted to see her smile. And it was an extremely nice smile that showed off her pearly white and dead straight teeth. "I hoped you'd say that. Now you're back I don't really want to lose you. Especially after Matt." She smiled sadly before continuing again, "Well, in this country, law says that you must attend school until the age of 18. So you will have to attend school. However I am headmistress of England's greatest 'private school' and I would love for you to finish your education here." She explained, putting air quotes around 'private school'.

"What do you mean 'private school'" I asked, coping her air quotes.

"Darling, The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, that's where we are now, is not only for exceptional young women. It is also a boarding school for spies in training."