Hi. Yes you may be thinking 'who on earth are you.' And you have the right to say that. It is my first Gallagher Girl fanfic. But I've been a fan for a LOOOOOONG time. So in dedication of Only The Good Spy Young I have written a two – shot about the series. Note: this is not a continuation of DJGHC; this is what the title says. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, if you guys like it.

I do not own Gallagher Girls, but I wish I went to the school.

Even though you probably won't read this, shout outs to:

Dreamless Wake,

When we were young,

Meeting Mr Goode

And others that I'm not bothered mentioning; you make reading fanfiction worth it.

I'll stop blabbering on now so you can read the story.

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'Pop quiz.'

Had those words been muttered by any other person in any other circumstance, I most probably would have just laughed. But now…sitting where I am, let's just say that no word in the 16 languages (yes, it had increased) that I know could fully express the hurt, pain, anger, resentment, hatred, agony that I was enduring. And trust me, being a teenager, no wait; a teenage GIRL hasn't helped control all the emotions willing to be released right now. But, all that I could do, all that a spy could do in this position is put on a mask, and pretend that I didn't care. But I did care. A lot.

'Do you know who was with your father on his final mission?'

I kept silent for more than one reason. Firstly, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry, which wasn't that hard because he always ended up bringing my father up in some way and I think that has helped me mask my emotions. Secondly, I didn't actually know who my father was on the mission with, heck, I didn't even know where the mission was, what level it was, my fathers cover. All I knew was that one day I was expectantly waiting for my fathers arrival, the next all my hope was crushed…all because of an empty box. Thirdly, I knew that HE knew, he always knows something, somehow. I had always thought it was skill, like my Aunt Abby, but now…now I am not quite sure. But most importantly, I knew he was going to tell me. Textbook evil villain I though to myself, tell your victim your evil plan. But I knew that he wasn't telling me his plan to me so that he could boast, no he was more conniving than that, he was doing it to toy with my emotions. I had numerous lessons with him to know that the worst thing a spy could do is let their emotions get the better of them, to let their emotions guide their decisions.

Because emotions = rash decisions and not thought out plans.

And rash decisions and not thought out plans = a mistake. And I know that I don't need to tell you what mistakes equal…

Mistakes = death, fatalities, demise, casualties, torture, agony, pain, suffering. And that's not just for the person who gets caught.

But anyways, that was exactly what Mr Solomon was trying to get me to do. Yes, Mr Solomon. The (I hate to admit it now) hot Covert Operations teacher that was one of my dad's closest friends and that my aunt KISSED FOR 46 SECONDS! Yes, him.

'Let me tell you' I totally saw that coming. 'He was with me, in Mexico on a mission looking for a group quite like the Circle of Cavan' He feigned a thoughtful pose then continued. 'Oh wait, it WAS the Circle of Cavan we were looking for. Chris found a loophole through our system and found where our headquarters were located. The CIA found out there was a leak and agreed with me that we couldn't trust any of our contacts in the area. It was June 16th I believe, at the middle of the night we went to an abandoned factory where BOOM!' He had hand gestures to accompany his voice 'there was an explosion. Chris "tragically" died and I barely escaped with my life.' He chuckled 'the idiot didn't fully understand who the Circle of Cavan were and what they were capable of. The idiot didn't understand that the leak wasn't Rodriguez but me.' I was SO infuriated at that point that there wouldn't be enough words in the English language to say what I was feeling. He called my dad an idiot, an IDIOT. That traitor doesn't know what the words loyalty, dignity and honour MEANS! Then

he continued.

'Do you know why I did it?' I still remained silent. 'What?' the mock horror oozed from his voice. 'I expected more from a Gallagher Girl.' I kept silent observing everything, listening to everything…especially the footsteps coming ever so closer. I knew who owned them, before I saw his deep brown hair, emerald eyes, the inevitable 'I- know- something- you- don't' smirk. I knew it before I heard the words

'What is it Gallagher Girl, non existent cat called Suzie got your tongue.' Zach. I mentally hit myself, but somehow knew deep down that he was part of this. After all, what type of guy would go for a girl like me when they had people like Bex, Macey and even Tina around? I'm the Chameleon for a reason I am normal, I blend in, people do NOT notice me. Yet, he did. But then memories came flooding back – things I had known all along, but I never seemed to put the pieces together.

The time at Gallagher where Zach was talking to Mr Solomon and looking in my direction.

The time at the presidential election where Mr Solomon and Zach were talking, where Mr Solomon looked at Zach with some type of respect.

The fact that it is always Zach who has information before any of the older and more experienced spies.

The fact that it was Zach who led me outside the day that I was attacked.

The fact that one of the guys recognised Zach.

They all added up, and the answer didn't look very pretty. Zach was much closer now and slowly raised his hand and brushed it against my cheek. Instinctively I moved my face away from his touch, in all honestly it felt like acid burning away at my skin. When I gathered the strength to look up at him the cocky air that surrounded him had returned and so had the smirk.

'Aww, is Gallagher girl upset that she got used. Poor you.' You didn't need to be a spy to see the sarcasm in his voice. I don't know what happened, but something inside of me finally snapped when I heard those words in his arrogant tone, sarcasm so visible that you could almost see it. I'm pretty sure the girl side of me took over at that point.

'Shut up.'

'She speaks.' Said Zach, Mr Solomon was quite, clearly enjoying the 'thing' occurring between Zach and me.

'Alert the media. So what,' I started, a plan forming, 'was it just you two geniuses that captured me or were there more people involved. There would have to be, there wouldn't be enough brainpower between you two to light a match stick.'

'Wow. Gallagher Girl, I thought you knew already, brainpower can't actually light a matchstick.'

'Wow. Blackthorne Boy I thought you knew already' I said imitating his voice 'your brain uses electrical signals. Now what does electricity create? Sparks. And what do sparks create? Anyways, how do you think Liz is running her newest laptop?' I left that question hanging; Zach looked confused, my logic was really flawed; yet it made perfect sense. Well, it made perfect sense if you were a spy and understood that most things that people dismiss as fiction can usually be turned into the truth (Neil Armstrong wasn't the first person on the moon, need I say more…)

While Zach was still pondering on what I said I could hear a third person walking up, a teenager at most, and I prayed that Liz would have received my signal and that the rest of Gallagher would come (5 minutes). The person finally arrived and that is when I had a heart attack, because standing in front of me was Preston Winters…THE PRESIDENT'S SON. I seriously did not know I knew so many traitors to the United States of America, but in my business, most people don't until it is too late. My face gave away the shock.

'What a pathetic little spy you are. Thought you could protect me from the people that were working with me.'

'But…but…' I mumbled trying to form a coherent sentence 'the attack on Boston. If you knew that was going to happen why did you come?'

'You thought I was going to miss the attack you're crazy. I practically created the whole charade. Who do you think planted the schedule with the arrangement to go to the roof? And do you honestly believe I "forgot" mine with my mother? Honestly,' Preston said shaking his head, 'are all Gallagher Girl's so gullible. Oh wait, they must be, Macey McHenry thinks I actually like her.' He spat out her name venomously.

'Why did you use Mace then? If you were not after her' His response was simple, yet so, so very cold.

'Macey McHenry. She thinks she is better then everybody else. Better looks, better IQ, better lifestyle. I did it for one thing, to bring her miserable life crashing down. She wasn't necessary, but she sure was fun. Was, being the key term'

Okay, I was then mind-blown. Firstly, I was still trying to understand what he had just said about my best friend. He was using her- no body uses Macey McHenry. She doesn't go out with anybody, but now she is and that person ends up being a nerdy brat who is using her. And he…planned…Boston. So he knows…

He knows that I am a spy.

The really freaky part was that he seemed to read my mind because he continued speaking.

'It's not like you tried to actually hide the fact that you are indeed spies-in training. Remember when you were found in the bleachers' With Zach 'and I was going on about how awesome you were and how you could do all those cool things. Do you remember what your response was.'

'That I did martial arts training.' I muttered.

'And I said "hope you got extra credit." Do you remember what you said next.'

'I did.' Then he smirked, not Zach's I- know- something- you- don't but a have-you-put-the-pieces-together-yet smirk. And I did.

'What type of school would give a student "extra credit" for after school activities?' I was numb. For a genius I was pretty stupid, and stupidity isn't something that spies find as an essential quality. 'Would you care to answer that Cammie?' Needless to say I didn't, all I did was slowly count down the seconds (225 seconds to be exact), hoping that those traitors got what they deserved. Then the silence began, no one wanted to talk, they wanted to see me cry, break down, show any emotion, while I was using all my strength not to give them what they wanted. Especially Zachary Goode.

'Loving reunion isn't it.' Those were the first words I heard Mr Solomon say for a while, and they broke the ice. Zach started smirking again and couldn't help but stare at him. How did a boy, 19 at most, become involved with this business? This murderous, treacherous, deceitful business. Then a laughed cynically at myself. That was the most hypocritical statement because here I was, beaten and bruised beyond recognition, tied to a metal chair using all my strength to keep my head up and not show any emotion. Using my strength not to let them win (97 seconds), I was involved in that type of business as well, but with me, I was on the right side of this business, but I couldn't help but think:

Is there a right side? Of course there is I said to myself internally there are people who are on the destructive and evil side. They are there for death and greed; you on the other hand want to help the poor innocent people in the world. Those who can't protect themselves.

'That's it. No point delaying this for any longer, we had our fun.'

He held the gun at my head, but for a girl who was about to die I was relatively calm, until I saw Zach, and we locked eye contact, I wanted to look away but I couldn't, I was going to die and he was smirking. Then it hit me, not the spy but the GIRL, who got used by a boy. I. Got. Used. I promised myself that I wouldn't get close, but I did, and look where it got me. The emotions were in my eyes, but not my facial features. I thought that only Zach could see it, so he could know the pain that he was putting me through Not that he'd care anyways but Mr Solomon must have seen it too because he lowered his arm and turned around.

'Zach, dear boy. Do your father proud and finish the job.' What! Father!

'You're his father?' I asked, there were no similarities in appearances, or the way they acted…but you never know.

'No, but I wish I had a son like him. No his father died working for the Circle, it is only right that his son follows in his footsteps.'(32 seconds) Zach accepted the gun and walked slowly behind me, getting ready to shoot it. Then I realised something.

Reasons why Cameron "Cammie" Morgan would experience a panic attack.

She was going to get shot in the head. By the boy that she likes, the boy that supposedly liked her back (According to Macey.)

The boy that 'supposedly' likes her, and is going to shoot her in the head sees the indiscreet flashing bead on her nail that doubles up as a tracking device

He realises that it is a tracking device, tells Mr Solomon, kills her and ambushes the Gallagher Girls that are following the signal.

I tried to place my hands in a way where he couldn't see the flashing bead nor notice the uncomfortability of my hands. And trust me, they were uncomfortable. That didn't go as well as I hoped because he said.

'You fidget a lot.' And I don't know, it must have been some freakish instinct or something because the first words that popped out of my mouth was

'I have low blood sugar.' The moment I said that I think my heart stopped beating, I started to think about hat fateful day in Washington D.C. Solomon must have planned it, me being followed by him, him wooing me over, him using me.

I heard the click of the gun and I knew it was too late (9 seconds.) I smile weakly knowing that this would be my final breath, but then I hear a gunshot whiz pass my ear, extremely close to Solomon.

'What on earth Zach, you could have shot me. Not only that you missed her.'

'If I wanted to shoot you I could have. No I thought of something better than this.' He walked away from my behind and came closer to the front of me (6…5…4…) He leaned in to my ear and whispered something softly. 'If you are gonna die, I want o be the last thing you see.' His breath was hot and I could feel it on my ears, I could also feel the hurt of what he was saying. Then he was standing in front of me, taking his time, prolonging my agony (3…2…) The soft click of a gun was soon followed by the roof caving in and a group of Gallagher Girls came raining down.

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Macey's first reaction when she saw Preston was confusion, she only knew half the story. She knew he wasn't the one being attacked, but she didn't know that he was the one who organised it.

'Preston…' she started doubtfully.

'Oh my gosh, Macey, you're here to help me. Those two were attacking Cammie and me. They wanted to kill her…something about being a spy?' He was a good actor, but Macey was a better spy. She noticed that he didn't have any bruises, he wasn't tied up, his pupils were dilated, his voice shook… she noticed he was lying.

'Preston…' this time she said it in a menacing tone, and while Liz was untying me Macey was showing Preston how good of a spy she was. Now that I was untied I started to survey the area. Zachary was being attacked by and murderous looking Bex Baxter and Tina Walters. They both may be slightly boy crazy, but when it comes to the sisterhood, you don't mess with them. On the other side Mick, Anna, Eva and Kim were battling Mr Solomon, who I think had a gun in his pocket. The debris from the roof collapse was slowly going away and I noticed that it was a pretty even fight. Also Zach still had a gun in his hand. I attempted to stand, and I took a few steps towards Mr Solomon, and turned. But that's when it happened.

I heard a gun shot, and I felt a stabbing pain in my side. I saw Zach holding his gun out and many voices screaming. One of which was masculine, I'm not sure because it was at that moment I lost my consciousness.

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P.S sorry if my quotes and numbers aren't right, it was all from memory. Sorry about the rushiness of it all…I was under a time restriction

P.P.S out of curiosity, what does AU stand for, and how do you get those grey lines to appear. Its so confusing :S

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