Okay, I know that I should be updating Begging for Mercy and Catching Kirsty, but I've just had so much inspiration for this story that I ploughed out 3,000 words (3 chapters) in one day. So I might be one of those people who have five or six stories going at once. Sorry...?
I'll try to update CK by the end of the month but this one might take over.
let me know what you think in the reviews and I'll try to keep going with all three stories.
"What the hell is this?" I demanded, throwing the case folder onto Mitch's desk, "You're sending me to Wrickenridge? Colorado? Why can't another branch do it? I can't go back there, I spent my summers there, with the Benedicts. Imagine me just showing up there and being recognized, I can't exactly blend into the crowd with these!" I jabbed my fingers towards my eyes.
"Cass, calm down. You have to because you are the only agent who is trained in the field that can pose as exactly what you are. A gorgeous young woman who is insanely smart and can speak more languages than I can name! You are the best agent for any mission and you know it. Anyway, you aren't there for a field mission, you're there for a recon and an interrogation." Mitch soothed me, barely looking away from his computer.
"There aren't any hotels open in summer," I recalled.
"Yeah, you're staying with a government family, you'll be fine." He waved his hand flippantly at me, "Go pack, you leave tomorrow and you'll be there for at least a month."
I shake my head, rolling my eyes at my brother.
Why didn't I check what family I would be staying with?
Shaking my hands and head, I leave my car on the street and walk up the familiar gravel drive to the bright blue chipped front door. Knocking twice, I look at the file in my hands with the details the family knows on top.
A teenage boy opens the door, an angry, brooding look on his face, "Can I help you?" He snaps.
I don't even blink, I'm unfazed by his rude behaviour, I deal with worse from the Russians I interrogate. "Is there an adult here I can speak to? Drop the attitude, it doesn't effect me, I deal with two older brothers who can do more damage than you."
He snorts and steps aside to let me into the entryway, "Wait here, I'll get a parent for you." How walks down the hall yelling, "MOM! DAD!"
I avert my attention to the upright piano against the wall that looks almost as old as me and touch the middle C key when a set of footsteps comes up behind me. "How may I help you miss?" A kind, familiar voice asks.
I look up and see a face I could never forget, the face of a man who was my second father, "Saul?" I whisper, shocked.
"Yes, that's me. You must be the agent sent to stay with us."
"Oh. Yeah," I say, handing him the sheet I was given that explains everything they need to know on it, "I'll bring my bags in later, if that's okay with you"
Saul glances up to acknowledge my statement but furrows his eyebrows, "Cassandra Bouchard-Grey, where have I seen that name before?"
"Probably my birth certificate, you were there for my birth, when I was just Bouchard. It's nice to see you again, Saul." I whisper with wide eyes.
"Cassandra, as in Cassie? My dear girl, you've grown up! What happened to you?" He exclaims, his eyes filled with joy.
"It's probably best to explain to your whole family, it's a long story," I say, looking down at my feet.
"The boys have missed you, Cassie."he murmurs, pulling me into a hug.
"I've missed them too, Saul," I say into his shoulder.
An hour later I'm in Uriel's old room, where I used to sleep during my summers staying here. Saul said to stay in whichever of the three oldest boys' rooms I like and to make myself comfortable.
I've just finished writing an email to Mitch and Chris saying that I landed safely and I've arrived at the Benedicts' home etc etc. As I stand up and stretch, I hear voices from the entryway and I realise I'm still in my "professional travel" clothes so I decide to change into jeans and a shirt.
Uriel's POV
"I got a week off work so I was wondering if I could stay and help at the rafting school, Dad?" I ask, seeing my father look happier than he normally does.
"Of course! You can show the government lady around Wrickenridge for why she's here as well." He says. Wait, what government lady? "She's upstairs, Uriel."
"I'll go put my bag in my room, who else is coming for dinner tonight, Mom?" I ask through the hallway to the kitchen.
"Everyone, darling!" She yells back.
Traipsing up the stairs, I hear Vick arrive with Kirsty, their argument carrying through the entire house. I reach my door and see it shut, unlike the Trace's and Vick's on either side of it. Weird, I think, pushing it open to see a heavily tattooed back facing the door, pulling a t-shirt over their head.
"Shit, I'm sorry." I say as she whips around, her dark brown hair flicking into her face.
"No! You're fine! I was just getting changed to come downstairs," she explains, pulling her hair over her shoulder. "I'm Cass," she greets, extending her hand for me to shake.
"Uriel," I respond, "You look familiar," something about her makes me feel like a kid again.
"It's my eyes," she says, gesturing loosely, but I can only see one, that's light blue, "Come on, let's go downstairs." She then walks out the door and skips downstairs like a little kid. I laugh and follow her.
When I get into the living room, I see Cass lounging next to Xav and Zed who are play Call of Duty or something. "Dibs playing winner," I hear from both Cass and Kirsty at the same time.
"Nope, Kirsty, you always win, but I'll let the pretty new girl play if she's nice," Xav winks, grinning.
"Xavier Benedict! Be polite to our guest, she works for the government you know, and she can find all of your dirty little secrets!" Mom says walking into the living room.
"I'm 28 by the way, a bit too old for you," she says, "I'm Cass, and you're Vick, Xav and Zed, where are Will, Trace and Yves? Ahhhh, that sounded like I'm a serious stalker, sorry," she cringed away from our confused faces.