Full Summary:

Cammie Morgan has graduated from Gallagher Academy and is now a part of the newest branch of government detectives, called the Stonell Spies. She is teamed up with several others, including Bex, Bex's boyfriend, Cammie's guy-friend (NOT boyfriend), and a guy with a HUGELY enormous crush on Cammie. The Chief sends them on their hardest mission yet. Their assignment: revealing the identities of several turncoat spies. When Cammie has an unexpected encounter with Zach, whom she hasn't seen in 2 years, everything changes. Suddenly, things are falling into place differently than what she expected. But is Zach hiding something? And if he is, will this affect their current relationship?

hey guys!

thought i'd try my hand at a Gallagher Girls fic! me and my bffne MEGAN (:D love ya, darlin. review if you're reading this!!!) have been reading MASSIVE AMOUNTS of fanfiction lately, and we thought'd we add something new to the horde. so, here it is!

written by me and edited by megan :P

Disclaimer: I OWN GALLAGHER GIRLS!! also, my name is Bill Gates, i own a blue unicorn named Farley, and the moon is made of cream cheese.

Claimer: I DO, however, own some of the characters in this story, so BACK OFF, CHARACTER JACKERS!!!! THEY'RE MIIIINE!!!!

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Not Goode, Not Bad

CHAPTER 1

"It's too late now," the terrorist snarled. "Those plans are being shipped to Russia as we speak. You'll never get them back."

I took in my setting. Small, dark room. Six people; Bex, me, my assailant, and his three men. Nothing distinguishable about anything. Then I spotted it. A nondescript, plain black box in the far corner of the room, almost hidden by the shadows. I looked over at Bex, who was being contained in an Armitage strangle-hold, courtesy of one of the terrorists. She met my gaze and I nodded almost imperceptibly to the box. Her eyes slid over the entire room, finally resting on the box. She looked back at me, grinned, and mouthed "three."

The terrorist narrowed his eyes, watching our unspoken conversation. "Take the dark-haired one away," he said viciously to his men, motioning to Bex.

One of his assistants stepped forward and reached for Bex's arm, but by then it was too late. Bex swung her elbow out, making contact with her assailant's jaw. He cried out and released her. I spun into action as well, launching a well-aimed kick at the head terrorist's neck. It hit perfectly, and he dropped to the ground, groaning in pain.

I used my momentum to spin around and into one the other men coming up behind me. Using my peripheral vision, I saw Bex taking out the other two, so I threw a punch at this one's temple. He went down with a loud thud, and I sprang out of his way just in time.

Bex finished up with the others, and dusting her hands off, we both ran to the corner.

I knelt down on the dirty ground and quickly grabbed the box, opened it, and pressed the red button.

3…2…1…

Brrrrrr! A buzzer sounded and all the lights came on again, and just like that, the simulation was over. Bex and I stood up and slapped high fives.

"Just gets shorter every time," she crowed triumphantly.

We walked over to where the other guys where and helped them up.

When I offered my hand to Dominic, he just grinned at me.

"Try to go a little easier on us next time, will ya?" He said, laughing and taking my hand and pulling himself up. Dominic was from El Salvador; he had just moved to the States about seven months ago. He and I had hit off really well, and we were good friends now. He had shoulder-length, dark brown hair and tan skin all year round. The lucky butt.

I laughed. "We'll try."

The invisidoors slid open and Raye and Jason walked in, laughing. They had been watching the whole thing on plasmas from the waiting room.

Raye went straight to Bex, slinging a muscular arm over her shoulders and giving her a peck on the lips. "You did great, love," he said, grinning, his British accent thick. Yes, Bex had finally found herself a boyfriend (approved by Macey, Liz, me, and Bex. Not an easy feat). And British no less! Raye was tall and buff, with wavy white-blonde hair cut in a rockstar style. He totally looked the part of an angel-gangsta, but really he was just a big, lovable teddy bear.

Jason walked nonchalantly over to Dominic and I, his hands in his pockets. "Good work, Cammie," he said, trying to sound casual, but it only took one check of his pulse and pupils to tell that he was anything but. "And, Dominic—" He chuckled. "Might want to step it up next time, man."

Dominic nodded sadly. "Don't I know it."

Bex and Raye joined us, and together we walked to the cafeteria.

"Yo, Dominic," Raye said, a grin on his handsome face. "You seriously need to work on the evil laugh, dude."

Dominic cleared his throat, and attempted a wicked cackle, but wound up choking and coughing.

It sounded a little bit like mua-ha-ha-hack-hack-hack.

"Take it easy, man," Jason said, patting his back.

"I'm okay," Dominic wheezed.

Bex rolled her eyes and poked him in the gut. "Whatever. And what was that you called me? The dark-haired one?"

Dominic threw up his hands. "Any more complaints? Was my shoe untied? Did I have a piece of lint on my shirt?"

We reached the caf and got in line at the salad bar. The cafeteria was a huge chamber with a high ceiling, like most of the rooms in the barracks. Long tables in perfectly straight rows lined the cement walls.

"Mmm." Bex was practically salivating. "Garlic croutons."

Raye planted a kiss on her cheek. "You are quite amusing, my dear."

I rolled my eyes at their antics, and loaded my plate.

We all sat down at one of the stainless steel tables, and had just begun eating, when a crackling voice came over the loudspeaker. "All Stonell Spies report to Debriefing Auditorium immediately."

Dominic stood up slowly, sighing. "Guess that's our cue." The others rose from their seats, too.

I looked down at my plate. "Darn. And the food was so good today."

Bex laughed and poked me with her fork. "Right. Spinach and chicken. A real treat, Cam."

Jason stood up and held his hand out to me. I took it, a little apprehensively. Ever since I'd come to Stonell, Jason had had a humongous crush on me (or so Bex said). He was still a little nervous around me, and after further discussion with Bex, with Macey on speaker phone, we—meaning they—decided he was getting up his nerve to ask me out. Honestly, I liked the guy. I mean he was cute and all, but I didn't really know what I felt for him. Friendship? Probably. The makings of a crush? Almost definitely not. Heck, I hadn't had a crush since I saw Zach two and a half years ago…

But I digress.

We made our way to the Debriefing Auditorium, where we get all our assignments, and took our seats on the metal chairs. Not many people were here yet, we were among the first. Personal scanners on each of the chairs waved over us in painless shock waves, ensuring our identity. The high, dark ceilings of the auditorium loomed over our heads, roof-lasers sweeping the room. The chairs started filling up as more spies made their way in.

Finally, when the room was completely full and every chair was taken, the chief appeared on the large screen at the front of the auditorium, his expressionless, whiskered face plastered across the wall.

"Stonell Spies," he began. "I've got some new missions for each unit. Some more difficult, some less, but each equally important." He paused and cleared his throat ceremonially. "Unit Alpha, your mission information will be transmitted to your leaders. You are dismissed."

One of the groups stood up and left, quietly murmuring excitedly among themselves. They were the newbies, fresh out of either Gallagher. Blackthorne, or some of the other smaller spy schools.

"Unit Bastille," the chief continued. "Your details will be related to you by person. Await it in the Uwe Chamber. Unit Chehalis—"

And so it went on, working up the ladder, each group being more experienced and having been here longer than the last, until the auditorium was just about empty. All that was left was us; Bex, Raye, Jason, Dominic, and I.

"Unit Revolution," the chief spoke to us, his face hard and undecipherable, even to a well-trained spy. "You will report to my office."

We all looked at each other in surprise. No one had ever been in the chief's office, besides the Regulator and the chief himself.

The chief gave us one last perplexingly mysterious look, then the screen cut out to black.

Each of our chairs vibrated, telling us we were free to go, and we all stood up, a little dazed, but hiding it expertly.

The way we'd been taught too.

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