I have written this story in honour of the new and last Gallagher Girls book 'United We Spy' coming out on the 17th of September. I am sad that it is going to end and I hope that Ally Carter decides to write a new story, who knows maybe it will be about terrorists.

I walked through the big glass doors of 'Smith's Enterprise' and adjusted my fake school uniform; my roommate Macey had worked all night on this disguise and even though I found the black pleated skirt a bit too short she had done a marvellous job.

The comms unit in my ear crackled to life as I walked over to the large sign that told you who worked on what floor. I ran my finger down the list and smiled as it came to rest on a man's name. 'Liz, what can you find on Henry Barten?' I asked her through the comms. A minute and twenty-three seconds later Liz replied, 'He's forty-eight, married and just started working at the enterprise a few weeks ago.' Perfect. I thought as I walked confidently up to the main reception desk.

'Excuse me,' I said to the lady at the front desk, 'I'm here to see my dad; Henry Barten. He forgot some of his papers.' I held up a stack of important looking papers, sheepishly. 'Of course dear, he is on the sixth floor go right up.'

I walked towards the elevators and couldn't help but roll my eyes at the lax security they had. But then again, no one ever suspects a teenage girl. Once I got to the sixth floor I walked over to the stair well and slid inside; no one ever used a stair case for a twenty story building if there was an elevator which meant I wouldn't run into anyone. As I started up the flight of stairs I tore the Velcro school emblem off my blouse and stuck a badge saying 'Daisy's flower shop' in its place.

I ran up the stair well, heading straight for the top and was proud of myself for getting to the twentieth story without being puffed. I removed a bunch of flowers from my back pack and slid out the stairwell door and into a brightly lit sectary office.

I beamed at the twenty-something year old woman sitting behind the desk. 'I have a delivery for Mr Smith.' I told her leaning against the side of the desk and holding up the flowers. The woman – whose name tag read 'Penny'- barely looked up from the computer she was typing on. 'Just put them on the desk and I'll make sure he gets them.'

I bit my lip and pretended to be nervous and unsure. 'My boss said I had to hand them to him directly, I'm supposed to sing as well.' I told her, looking embarrassed. Penny looked as unsure as I was pretending to be, 'I was told that all deliveries where to be left on my desk.'

I took a clipboard out of my backpack and then stared at her name tag, 'You're Penny Hastings?' I asked in disbelief. Penny looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed. 'It's just that it says here that I am supposed to deliver a rose to Penny Hastings after I had given Mr Smith his flowers.' I told her.

Penny's eyes lit up in disbelief and I suddenly had her full attention. I pulled out the rose Macey had given me as a back-up plan and handed it to Penny. 'There's no name to go with it so I'm guessing you have a secret admirer,' I sighed and made myself sound like a normal sixteen year old, 'You're so lucky, I wish someone would send me flowers.'

It worked like a charm, Penny was so happy about the rose that she let me go through to Mr Smith's office. She was so excited that I almost felt bad about lying, almost.

I reached the door that opened onto a hallway which I assumed led to Mr Smith's office, not that I was going to his office anyway. I was about to open the door when I heard the elevator ping behind me, I spun around and watched as a boy my age strolled into the office. He had dark hair and startling green eyes, he was also extremely attractive, more attractive than Josh. Great, now look where your thoughts have led you! I thought to myself. I was annoyed now, as I had promised myself not to think about Josh and here I was having a whole mental conversation about him.

The boy didn't even look my way as he strode up to the front desk and started to flirt with Penny. I had stopped paying attention and was about to open the door again when I heard, 'I see you got my rose.' The nerve of this guy! He hadn't sent that rose; I knew that for a fact because I was the one who came up with the whole lie about a secret admirer.

It was then that a thought hit me, how did he know the rose had been sent by a secret admirer? For all he knew it could have been a gift from Penny's boyfriend or something Penny herself was going to give away. He's just some boy. He probably was just some boy who had been flirting with Penny for some time now, maybe he was the son of one of the employees. Yes that was it he was the son of an employee and he was just joking when he said that he sent the rose.

It made sense, boys probably made those sorts of jokes all the time; not that I would know. The only guy my age I had ever had a relationship with/ talked to was Josh. Dammit Cameron! You're not supposed to be thinking about him.

With that I turned back towards the door and walked through into the hallway before Penny noticed I was still in the room. The hallway did in fact lead to a set of large oak doors with Mr Smith's name on it but that wasn't the door I was looking for. I turned to my left and saw a smaller door that led to a room that held all the filing and paperwork. I smiled to myself and turned the handle, it was locked; no surprise there, no problems either.

I pulled a bobby pin out of my blouse pocket and picked the lock easily. Of course a proper lock picking set would have made the job quicker but I didn't want any suspicious equipment on me if I was caught. So I just had the essentials; a bobby pin, eyeliner that was really a switch blade, someone else's fingerprints, contacts and of course the bomb which was really an iPod with a bit of tampering by Liz.

Don't get me wrong, this bomb actually worked. It wasn't just a prototype or some practice bomb that didn't really explode. Lizzy had somehow added some explosives into the inside of the iPod and used the clock app to set up the timer. So yeah I wasn't messing around. What did you expect? I didn't just walk into this building to give the owner some flowers; no I was going to blow it up.

After I got everyone to evacuate that is. Gallagher Academy didn't kill innocent people. They just targeted buildings for training exercises. To be fair the owner of this company was supposed to be arrested for rape but because of how much money he had he didn't need to do the time. So you can think of Gallagher Academy as an avenging terrorist angel. We had our reasons for doing what we did.

I slipped into the archive room and searched for a good place to plant the iBomb as Bex had nick named it. Corny I know. Bex's voice came over the comms unit, 'That big filing cabinet in the back corner?' Bex of course could see everything from the small camera I had on the cute pendant around my neck (which unfortunately I would have to hand back to the disguise department). I glanced over at the cabinet she was talking about and realised that it was indeed perfect; I walked over and opened one of the draws. I undid my back pack and took out the iPod, time to activate the timer.

Though before I did that I would have to think of a way to get everyone out of the building; just ringing up and saying there was bomb in most cases didn't work as it meant that people went looking for the said bomb. And the building was too close to the fire department for fire alarm trick. I was lost in a debate when the door behind me opened.

I knew I had locked it after me so that would mean it could only be someone official who had a key. I opted for what I thought was my innocent school girl voice, 'Sorry, I was looking for some files that I could use in my school project. I was told to come in here.' I was glad I had switched back to the school emblem and taken off the 'Daisy's Flower Shop' badge.

'Sure you were.' Came a bemused reply. I spun around and came face to face with the guy who had taken credit of the rose. He was a lot closer than I had expected; barely half a metre away. He is now called The Rose Thief. I told myself, trying not to notice how nice he smelt.

The guy leaned forward and I held my breath, my eyes going wide. His arm slipped around my waist for barely a second before he leaned back again, smirking he looked down at iPod he now had in his hands. Damn Him!

'Now what is a girl as pretty as you doing with an object as dangerous as this?' he asked, raising his eyebrows and looking extremely attractive. I tried to ignore the way my heart sped up at his compliment.

'Hate to break it to you but it's just an iPod.' I told him in my best scornfulvoice.

'What's your name?' the boy asked, which seemed unusual in these circumstances.

'Emma Thomas.' Maybe my reply was too quick, too rehearsed because the boy saw right through my lie.

'Are you going to tell me your real name or will I have to search your bag for ID?' Well that's a swell idea Rose Thief! Did he really think I was stupid enough to keep Id with me real name on it? Oh right I was supposed to be normal. Well in that case maybe I could flirt with the guy and see if he would let me go.

'You have to tell me yours first.' I said coyly, okay so maybe I didn't have much experience with flirting.

'Zach Goode and flirting with me isn't going to help. Though a kiss might.'

I leaned in and Zach smirked, thinking I was going to kiss him. At the last moment a pulled back and punched him hard in the side of the face, not enough to break anything or knock him unconscious but enough to surprise a normal guy.

Of course Zach wasn't a normal guy, in seconds he had me lying on my stomach on the floor, my arms pinned behind my back. Zach grabbed my backpack and riffled through it, keeping one knee on my back. He threw the eyeliner down on the ground beside me, obviously thinking it was just cosmetic. The Idiot. Praying to God that I wouldn't flash him in this stupidly small skirt, I rolled out from under his knee and grabbed the eyeliner. Zach who hadn't noticed my grab for the eyeliner because he had been too busy looking at the amount of leg I had on display tried to pin me down again.

As he went to grab my arm I pricked him with the blade, only a tiny bit. 'What the Hell was that?' Zach looked at me in astonishment as I gracefully stood up. I held up the switch blade he had mistaken for eyeliner. 'Looks can be deceiving.'

'Apparently so can IDs, Hayley Patrick.' He raised his eyebrows again in a gestured that said he did not believe for a second that my name was Hayley.

'A good spy never gives away her secrets.' I pointed out, even though it was supposed to be magician not spy.

'You're not a spy.' He pointed out.

'I'm not.' I agreed.

'But I am.' He said. Oh God. I looked at him in shock and horror, knowing he was telling the truth. That's how he had known about the rose, that's how he got into the room, that's how he knew about the bomb.

'Aren't you a little young to be a spy?' I asked, trying to buy some time. I could hear my roommates arguing on the other of the comms unit, they were trying to decide what to do.

'Aren't you a little young to be a terrorist?' he retorted. That shut my roommates up. My instincts kicked in; I punched Zach in the stomach, grabbed the iPod out of his hand and pulled out my gun. Time to shake things up.

Before Zach could properly recover I shot the glass out of the window, threw the gun on the ground in front of him and took a running leap of faith out of the window.

What did you think? Please review lovelies xx

And I suggest you all start reading 'The Friday Society' as soon as you can, it's a proper novel not a fan fiction.

Well review and all that. And read my other stories.

Oh and I wanted to ask, do you lovelies want me to add Sam to this fan fiction? He will play the same part. For those of you who don't know who Sam is go read 'The girls go to Blackthorne' my other fan fiction.

Matisse xx