The Spy Who Loved Me

Hi Guys, CookieJar Raider here.

Ok, this is my first story on this site, and I'd also like to consider it as the first fan-fiction that I've wrote, because the first one I had wrote on wattpad didn't go too succesfully. Though, looking back on it, I don't know what I was expecting. It was a fan-fiction on Cheaper by the Dozen, so...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my Gallagher Girl fan fiction, and I would really like it if you would review, and maybe give some constructive criticism?

I haven't taken this idea from anyone, other than a bit of the plot from GG5, Out of Sight, Out of Time. I haven't read any books on this site yet, so I don't know if someone has taken this idea already. If someone has, I am not copying them. I was originally going to write this on wattpad, but when I found this site it seemed perfect.

And also, I'm sorry if the characters seem OOC, I'm reading the whole series over again to get the grasp of how they all act.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the Spy Who Loved Me!

P.S: Yes, I did get the title from the James Bond Movie, it just seemed as Ally Carter sort of changed cliche sayings to make her titles, and they seemed pretty cool, so when I saw the James Bond title, it seemed almost perfect.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters or anything in this story, except PART OF the plot, how I think the next book will come out. Ally Carter is the one who owns the Gallagher series, characters and Academy, how lucky!

I've read the plot of GG5, and I'm kind of trying to build this story around it, so we can all survive until March, when it comes out!

Anyway, enough babbling, on with the story!

Chapter 1

The first thing I remembered was waking up in the middle of a busy city. On a bench. I stretched and blinked a few times, taking in my surroundings.

Not one thing seemed recognizable to me, so I stood up and searched my pockets. All I found was a packet of tissues, some duct tape and a few fifty dollar bills. A small backpack hung on my shoulders and I dug around in it, finding only some clothes.

It was all so confusing, where was I? I looked down and found that my clothes were dirty, bloody and tattered. I decided the best thing to do was to find out what day it was and see if I could find my way out of here. In the busy crowd, I spotted a guy with a Yankees cap on, a few metres away dropping his paper into a bin. I hurried over and pulled it out.

The newspaper told me that it was two months later than when I remembered it was. That couldn't be right. I binned the newspaper and tapped the nearest person on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, but can you tell me what month it is?" I asked. The person turned around. She was a lady in a business suit, who looked at me in my tattered clothes and what probably was a bird's nest of hair and turned her nose up.

"It's August." She told me snottily before turning around and walking off.

I sighed and looked around. Everything was so confusing. A thousand questions raced around my head, and I felt self-conscious as many people that walked by stared at me. I was used to blending in, they didn't call me Cammie the Chameleon for nothing.

I looked around again to see if I could notice anything that suggested where I was. Nothing came to mind so I slipped through the crowd and made my way into a small café.

The moment I entered, everyone in the café turned to look at me. Self-consciously I walked up to the counter. I cleared my throat to gain the cashiers attention, and once he acknowledged my presence, began to stare as well.

"Excuse me, but I was wondering if I could use your phone? Please?" I pleaded.

"Uh, one second Miss, I'll be right back." He stuttered before walking off. I sighed and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the shiny coffee makers. My hair was dirty and messy, and my face had a layer of grime on it, with many cuts and bruises all over. I attempted to flatten down my hair and make it less wild, but to no avail.

A few seconds later, a man with a badge that said Manager on it came up to the counter. His face was a mask of sympathy and confusion when he saw me.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Yes, I was wondering if I could use your phone, please." I replied. He nodded and went over to a cabinet that held a landline phone. I thanked him as he handed it to me and began to dial my mom's number, the only number I knew and the only number in the Academy that willingly received calls from unknown numbers. It rang several times, but she didn't pick up.

"Hello, sorry I'm not here at the moment. Feel free to leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." My mom's voice told me. Despair and worry filled my stomach, but I kept calm. After all, a true spy never shows their emotions.

I dialled the number again and, with my fingers crossed, I put the phone up to my ear. It rang, and rang, and on the third ring my mum picked up.

"Hello? Who is this?" She asked, sounding normal. But, being a spy, I could hear traces of despair in her voice.

For a second, I didn't know how to answer. I hadn't seen her in a few months, and I was very confused at that moment. I didn't like being clueless, no spy does. In a way, we all need to know what's going on, or we could easily lose our grasp on things.

But then, I mentally shook myself. I mean, this is my mom! The same mother who I spent dinner with every Sunday, no matter the quality of the food. At the end of the day, she was a Gallagher sister as well, and it was just plain silly for me to be scared to talk to my own mom.

"M-mom? It's me...Cammie." I stammered.

There was a split-second silence, before my mother screeched, "CAMMIE?"

There was some rustling in the background, which told me that she was not alone in her office.

"Yeah-" I started, but was cut off almost immediately.

"Where are you? Are you safe? Please tell me they haven't got you. Oh, Cammie, I've missed you so much!" Her voice seemed thick with tears. Sometimes, no matter how skilled a spy is, they can let their guard down. Sometimes.

And when she said they, I instantly knew she meant the Circle of Cavan. A shudder ran up my spine when I thought about them.

"Mom. Mom! Listen to me!" I exclaimed, earning a few looks from the cafe's customers. "Mom, I don't know where I am and I can't remember anything. What day is it?"

"It-it's the 5th of August! And what do you mean, you can't remember anything?"

"I mean that when I try to think back over the summer, about what I did, I can't remember anything. It's like I've hit a brick wall or something. I can't remember anything! And mom, I'm scared..." I whispered the last part.

"Oh, sweetie. Don't you know anything about where you are?"

"I'm in a café call the Geographic at the moment but, uh, wait a second." I told her, before turning to the cashier.

"Uh, sir? Can you tell me where I am?" I asked.

"You're in the Geographic café, miss." He replied.

"No, I mean what city?"

He raised an eyebrow, but replied by saying, "You're in Richmond."

I thanked him and put the phone to my ear again. "Mom, I'm in Richmond. About an hour and a half away from Galla- I mean, you." I grimaced, having slipped and almost spoke the name of my school aloud.

"Oh Cammie, I missed you so much." She seemed dangerously close to tears. And then, sure enough, I heard the sound of faint sobbing through the line.

"Mom. Mom, don't cry." I whimpered, I was now close to tears.

After about a minute, she sniffled and seemed to recover, when she said, "Alright. Do you have any money, Cammie?"

"Yeah, I have a few 50 dollar bills, but other than a packet of tissues and some clothes, that's all I have." I informed her.

"Alright, it's very late so I won't be able to send a car for you now. And I don't want you wondering around asking for directions from people who could mislead you. For all we know, there could be about 50 C.O.C agents on your tail, so I want you to find the closest Motel and stay there. Be careful, and watch out for people who may be following you." She told me.

"Ok."

"And I want you to tell me which Motel you'll go to, so a car and pick you up directly from there. Ask the cashier which Motel is the nearest." My mom told me.

"Uh, sir?" I asked.

"Yes?" He seemed a little disgruntled as I interrupted him for the third time.

"What is the nearest motel from here?" I asked.

"It's The Best Rest a few blocks from here." He told me. I thanked him for the second time and turned back to the phone.

"I'll be heading to The Best Rest motel, near to the Geographic. Do you need any more info or can you locate it now?"

There was some clicking in the background as my mom searched for it. "Yeah, I've found it. I'll send a car around there at 6am sharp. For now, go straight to the motel and get some rest, OK?"

"Ok, see you soon mom." I sighed, only realizing now how tired I was.

"Stay safe. And Cammie? I love you. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" My mom told me.

"Ok mom, and I love you too." I replied, tearing up.

"Bye." She said, before hanging up. I handed the phone back to the manager, who had just appeared, and looked at my pitifully.

"C-can I use your bathroom, please?" I sniffled, looking up at him.

"Yes, sure. It's over there." He pointed to a door across the room. I thanked him and headed over there.

I locked the door and splashed some water on my face. I managed to wash off the dirt from my face, and I dampened my tangled hair. That was the best I could do for now. Then I got changed into some new clothes, and washed some other cuts on my arms and knees. It looked pretty bad, but I looked a little more presentable now.

Stuffing everything back into my bag, I unlocked the door and got out of the disgusting bathroom.

Before leaving, I bought a latte, in thanks for the manager's kindness, and left.

Once I got out, nobody stared, I only got a few passing glances. Being a pavement artist, I managed to blend in with the crowd and drew attention away from myself, lowering the chances of any agents tracking me.

Something told me that my mother was wrong, I didn't think that anyone would be following me, if the Circle of Cavan where the ones who caught me, and then let me go, I didn't think they would be tracking me. But I kept alert anyhow.

Thinking I was safe as The Best Rest motel came into view, I relaxed a little. But as I glanced around, I noticed something. Or someone.

As I had been walking I noticed a guy in a tracksuit, jogging. Then, a little later on, I saw a man in a business suit, seeming in a hurry to get home. And now, just when I thought I was safe, I saw a guy leaning on a lamppost in jeans and a t-shirt, on his phone. Other people would think that these three men were just normal people, going about their daily business. But to me, there was something wrong with this.

They were all the same people.

Dun, dun dun!

So...what do ya'll think?

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, thanks for reading and please Review!

Z x