Here you go, FJ! Here's something based off of what I posted on the Message Board about the things I can't do at Cahill Command. This is the first one that was requested by FJ, aka FieryJunior!

1) I should not give a certain small red book that was written by Peter Lerangis to Evan. (Ian's was in the hospital for ages...)
2) I should not eat ANYTHING that has been inside of Sinead's lab. (I'm still hicupping bubbles...)
3) I should not give ANY of the Cahills valium. (Good times...good times...)
4) I should not forge Ian's signature on a love letter to Amy. (You should have seen Ian's face when he found out. Of course, he couldn't really do much, seeing as how he was in the hospital...)
5) I should not switch out Evan's cologne with my Dream Angels perfume. (Amy was...confused, to say the least...)
6) I should not accidentally photo copy Ian's diary and then send it to Dan via email. No matter how much I want to. (Sadly, Ian was out of the hospital when this happened...)
7) I should not let Dan anywhere near a Red Bull energy drink. (He was just a blur...)
8) I should not turn Hamilton's track suit pink with hearts all over it. (I just need something to work on my clothing designer skills! Wait, what skills?)
9) I should not tell Jonah that I think rap is the worst music in the world. (I went online to see what those Shakesperian insults meant. *Shudders* You don't even want to know...)
10) I should not give Dan a makeover when he's sleeping, and then post the pictures to his CliqueMe. (I was amused to see that his password is ihateian. As for the pictures, I thought he looked lovely in the blue eyeshadow...)
11) I should not introduce any of the Cahills to the amazing world of Fan Fiction. Especially the romance stories. Specifically, Amian ones. (Poor little Ian's in the hospital again. You know, I never knew that it was humanly possible for Dan to laugh that hard and for Amy to blush that shade of red...)

The Little Red Book

I skipped over to where Evan was sitting down on the couch in the C.C.C, submersed in his book. The title read, Shakespeare's Works: Summarized. I shuddered to myself. That sounds so boring! Sitting down next to Evan, I smiled sweetly.

"Oh, hey, Dani," he said, giving me a quick glance. I whipped the book out of his hands and slid it across the floor of the room.

"Hey," Evan protested, giving me an annoyed look. As he started to get up, I grabbed his hand and yanked him back down onto the couch.

"I have something much more interesting for you to read instead," I told him, brandishing the little red book I had in my hands.

It was sleek, and shining, with the words, The Sword Thief, plastered across the front along with a huge, blue 39.

"The Sword Thief?" Evan questioned, taking it from my hands.

"Be careful with it!" I snapped. "It's important!"

"What is this?" he asked incredulously, turning the book around and reading the back summary. I decided I'd let him figure it out, I mean, he's supposed to be smart, right?

Evan let out a gasp and said, "Oh, so this is one of the books that was written by the Cahill authors? I've heard it contains all of their thoughts and feelings."

His voice sounded almost awe-struck as he said this. I nodded with a big grin on my face. "Yep, and this is one of the best! This is the third book, when Amy and Dan go to Korea and make an 'alliance' with the Kabras. Read it, I'm sure you'll get a kick out of it."

His face creased into a frown and I skipped out of the room, throwing a "Ta-ta!" over my shoulder as I went. But instead of going downstairs, I shut the door and peeked through the crack in the door. Evan opened the book and started to read. He wasn't as fast at it as I would have thought. But it didn't take too long for him to get to the part I saw that was marked with a small blue Post-It note.

I tried not to giggle too hard as Evan's eyes scanned the chapter. His face had been growing increasingly more and more red since the Kabras had first appeared in the book, but by this point, he was fuming. I could practically see steam shooting out of his ears, and by now, I was practically rolling on the floor laughing.

Now, being the thoughtful person I was, I decided I would lend a hand to poor, fuming, Evan. I slowly tip-toed down the stairs and into the living room, where Amy was sprawled out on the couch with an Encyclopedia in hand. She looked up as I walked in, still giggling from Evan's near atomic explosion.

"Hey,Dani," she said, giving a small wave.

"Hi, Amy. Have you seen Ian around?" I asked her, probably sounding drunk from my laughter. Amy gave me a weary look; she was probably remembering all the other pranks I had pulled on Ian during my two week long stay at the C.C.C.

"He's upstairs in his room," she told me. "What are you going to do to him this time?"

I let out a small titter and said, "Oh, nothing directly. But your boyfriend might." Amy just gave me a weird look and said, "Whatever you say, Dani. Just try not to put him in the hospital."

"I'll do my best," I told her, trying to keep a straight face. It failed. I popped a piece of Blue Raspberry Dubba Bubba in my mouth and made my way to the staircase.

I basically flew up the stairs and invited myself into Ian's guest room. He was sitting at his desk, writing in a small, black, leather bound notebook.

"What are you doing in here?" Ian yelped, slamming the journal closed.

I walked up to the desk and plopped down on the floor next to him. With a Pop, I popped a bubble gum bubble in my mouth. "Not much, I just figured that you deserved a fair warning before Tolliver comes and tries to murder you," I told him, snapping the gum in my mouth.

Ian frowned and then chuckled in amusement. "And what makes you think that he can and would try to kill me?" he asked.

"Oh, I dunno, but I've heard that being angry can make people go a little crazy," I told him, blowing a big bubble in Ian's face, and making a huge SNAP sound when it popped. You know I just had to laugh when he flinched back and grimaced.

"Why is he angry?" Ian questioned, giving me disgusted look.

"Weeellll, I don't know if you deserve to know," I taunted him.

"Tell me, or you die," he threatened, throwing me his Cahill-famous smirk that made me want to kill him.

"Sorry, Euro-boy, no can do. Actually, I want to. I gave Evan one of your guys' book about the Clue Hunt," I informed him, drawing spirals in the plush blue rug.

At Ian's questioning look I decided to give him the rest of the details. With a Kabra-worthy smirk on my face, I said, "It's the one about when Amy, Dan, Alistair, and you and your sister went to Korea."

I saw his face pale slightly and felt satisfied. (If you couldn't tell, annoying Ian was my favorite thing to do in my free time.) "So, maybe you want to leave, el rapido," I said, faking a Spanish accent and rolling my rrrr.

"No chance, Dani," Ian said, getting up and walking out of the room. "I think I can handle Miss Tolliver."

My lips curled up in a smile and I said, "Nice one, Mr. Snake, but I think you may want to go hang by Amy, because I don't think that Evan will hurt you too bad in front of his girlfriend."

Suddenly we heard a thump upstairs, and I flashed Ian a thumbs-up sign as he fast-walked down the stairs. I was just about to leave when I remembered his journal. With a glance around to make sure no one saw, I slipped the small leather book into my hands and tossed it into my room on the way down the stairs. When I got to the living room, I saw Evan throw a punch at Ian's face while Amy just watched awestruck from the couch. I heard a crack and saw Ian grab his nose.

"You psycho!" Ian yelled, pinching his nose to stop the blood flow.

Evan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose angrily and yelled, "That's what you get for what you did to Amy!"

Amy's hand flew to her mouth to cover her shock, and my guess, grin. Then she got up and went to examine Ian's nose.

"Hang on, I think it may be broken," she said, touching it gingerly.

"Ouch!" Ian yelped and then said, "Sorry."

I could have sworn he said, 'Sorry, love', but really quiet.

"Come one Ian, we should probably get you to a hospital," Amy said, leading him to the door.

I followed, watching as Ian's glare softened and he looked happier. I smiled lightly. As much as the guy irritated me, I thought that his crush on Amy was really cute. Everyone deserves happiness, right? Evan looked like a volcano had gone off in his head as he marched out of the door behind Amy.

Sneaking up behind him I said, "And where's my book?"

Evan looked at me and paled a bit. "Ah, well, it may have gotten slightly…damaged."

Not knowing what that meant, I shot up the stairs and into the C.C.C. where Evan had been reading. The red shiny cover had been ripped from the pages and was sitting by the wall. Most of the pages were scattered throughout the room, and the Post-It note was nowhere to be seen.

I let out a gasp and then screamed, "TOLLIVER, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

I heard the door slam downstairs, but I was already planning my revenge.

Watch out Tolliver.

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