Chapter TWELVE

Author's Note: Hey everyone (: sorry it's been so long since I updated, I'm usually really good with updating regularly, but with school starting and everything it's kind of been crazy. Well anyways here's the story.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING all characters (except Nick who belongs to a fellow FF writer) belong to Ally Carter.

BPOV

"Hey guys, sorry we took so long out there," Cammie apologized as she and the rest of the guys walked back into the room. Macey, Liz, and I had come in before them since they needed to talk for a "little" while. Little by ass, they were gone for fifteen minutes! What could they have been talking about? And why couldn't we know?

"What were you talking about?" Macey asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," they all replied quickly, too quickly if you ask me. We raised our eyebrows at them, they are spies after all, they can usually lie better. Whatever they were talking about must really have them on edge.

"We were just…clearing up some confusion, nothing major," Cammie said. A look passed between her and the guys, a look that clearly said that whatever the topic of the conversation was, it was pretty big.

"Are you sure? Because it seems-" Liz started to ask.

"It's nothing, just forget it," Cammie cut her off. The guys, I noticed, weren't saying anything themselves, just standing there and fidgeting nervously, especially Grant, Nick, and Jonas. What were they hiding? We all looked at each other again (well, me Macey and Liz), worried, this was the first time Cammie's kept something from us, I mean, we're sisters, we tell each other everything. Or we used to.

"Why don't we get on with the game?" Cammie asked with fake enthusiasm, desperate to change the subject.

"Yeah, it's your turn Bex," Zach agreed, finally speaking up.

"Exactly, so Bex why don't you-" Jonas began, but I cut him off.

"Cammie, seriously what's going on? You're beginning to worry me here."

"It's nothing," she muttered.

"Cammie, stop lying to us," Liz said in a quiet voice.

"We're supposed to be sisters, we tell each other everything," Macey said in the same tone.

"At least, that's how it's supposed to be," I added.

Cammie looked away, covering her face with her hands, "I'm sorry, it's just that-"

Suddenly, the door opened and Cammie's Aunt Abby walked in, "Girls, I would like to…" her voice trailed off when she saw the boys, "Mr. Newman, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Cross, Mr. Goode, may I ask what you four are doing in the girls' room at 12 in the morning?"

"Um, well…we were just," the guys stuttered.

"Nevermind, it's not important," she interrupted them, "I would like to see you eight in my sister's office, I have a surprise for you."

CPOV

Thank God, Aunt Abby walked in when she did, I can't believe I was so close to spilling Blackthorne's secret. That would not have been pretty, but still, I feel so freaking guilty that I'm keeping this from them, Macey, Bex, and Liz were right, we Gallagher Girls were sisters, we told each other everything, especially when the situations were life and death. But I can save them, I can keep them safe (well, as safe as a spy can be), if they were in my shoes, they would be doing the same thing, but they aren't and they don't know anything about this. And it's killing me.

We followed my mom to her office quietly, the guys and I on one side of her, Macey, Liz, and Bex on the other. I hated the way this felt, it was like suddenly it was "us" against "them".

"Aunt Abby? What's the surprise?" I asked as she opened the door to her office, "Whats going…Oh my gosh!" We all shrieked (at least the girls did), the guys just kind of stood there stupidly.

"Mr. Solomon!" We screamed, the previous tension forgotten.

"You're awake!" Bex yelled, as we all ran up to hug him (carefully because, well, he just woke up from a coma).

"Nice to see you girls, too," he replied, wincing slightly from our hug.

"Sorry, sorry," we said, releasing him and taking a step back.

"Hello Boys," Mr. Solomon greeted.

"Mr. Solomon," they greeted in reply.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine, just a little sore, I have a feeling I won't be going on any missions any time soon," he replied jokingly.

"Yes well, the doctor said you needed at least a few months before…Macey!" Abby exclaimed abruptly, "Is that a hickey?" She and Mr. Solomon leaned in for a closer look, as Macey and Nick blushed bright red, while the rest of us snickered quietly.

"What were you girls doing in there?" she scolded us, "it was irresponsible having the boys in there after hours, but this, this is unacceptable!"

Mr. Solomon looked like he was about to agree, but something else caught his eye, and they widened, "Ms. Morgan, what are you wearing?" Abby stopped her rant and took a closer look at me, her eyes widening also, I looked down to see that I was still wearing the "outfit" that I used earlier with Zach. Oh crap, this is not going to be fun…

"Cammie!" She gasped.

Crap again, I turned to glare at Macey, Bex, and Liz, "This is all you guys' fault."

"What is all their fault, exactly?" Aunt Abby asked.

"Well, um, you see," Bex stammered.

"We were just, um, well," Liz stuttered.

"You know, uh, playing a game," Macey muttered quickly.

"Yeah, nothing big," I agreed nervously, the boys just stood there smirking, those idiots.

"And what kind of game were you playing, boys?" Mr. Solomon asked. Ha. The guys' faces turned bright red and they all stammered out answers nervously, worse than us.

"Truth or dare," Jonas muttered quietly.

"What?" Abby exploded, being a girl, she knew what happens during Truth or Dare.

Mr. Solomon just looked confused, not understanding my aunt's reaction at first, but then the meaning dawned on him and his face flushed red with anger. "Boys, my office, now." The boys quietly followed Mr. Solomon, casting worried glances at each other, as if wondering whether this would be there last hour here on Earth, and knowing Mr. S, it very well could be. It's a good thing Mr. Solomon's office is sound proof. The girls and I smirked as we watched them go, then we took a look at my aunt's angry expression and started wondering whether we'd be going with the guys to the afterlife. The door shut closed with a "click" and we warily turned to face Abby's wrath, or so we thought.

But when we turned to look at her, she was no longer angry, no she looked rather…amused? She took in our surprised reactions and smirked, "You girls didn't really think I'd be angry did you?" We didn't reply, and her smirk grew wider, "Oh come on girls, I've played many games of Truth or Dare in my life time, with dares ten times worse than a hickey or seduction. In fact, I've probably gone on missions with worse outcomes."

But how did you know I had to…" I trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence.

Aunt Abby laughed, "Oh Cammie, I've been on missions where I've had to seduce someone before, and I can spot a honey pot outfit easily. And trust me, that outfit, my dear, is definitely a honey pot one." She paused before finally saying, "And don't worry, when your mom gets back from her mission, she won't need to know what happened tonight."

"But Mr. Solomon might-" Liz began.

"Don't worry about Joe, I'll make sure he doesn't say anything."

"But how?" Bex asked.

"Oh, um, I have some, ahem, special talents," she grinned mischievously.

"Like wha-" I started to ask, but then realization dawned on me and I groaned in disgust. "Ugh, Aunt Abby, I dint really need those images of you and my teacher, but thank you."

She smirked, "You girls may go now."

We waved goodbye and walked out of her office, as soon as the door shut behind us, we took one look at each other and burst out laughing.

"Oh gosh, Cam, your aunt is amazing," Bex said.

"Yeah," we all agreed. After we all finished laughing, they looked at me seriously, I sighed, and to think they'd forgotten.

"Look, I'm sorry but I can't tell you what we were talking about," I sighed.

"No need to explain, we trust you Cam, we just don't want you to get hurt. Promise me that whatever this is, you'll be safe," Macey said.

"I promise," I lied.

"Good," she said.

Just then, the boys walked out of Solomon's office, their ears and faces a bright, bright red. We looked at their queasy expressions and laughed, walking over to them. "So how was your talk with Mr. Solomon?" I asked Zach.

He groaned, "Oh man, I don't think I've ever been in a more awkward position. He lectured us on how we had to respect you girls, then we got the sex talk." We giggled hysterically, making them glare at us.

"And how was you talk with Abby?" Nick asked.

We glanced at each other and shrugged, "Nothing too bad."

"She didn't do anything to you girls huh?" Grant asked.

"Nope," we replied, and the guys groaned.

"So you coming back to our room?" Bex asked them.

"No, we have to go help Dr. Fibs on one of his experiments, it's our punishment," Jonas replied.

For the millionth time tonight we laughed at them, "Well, good luck with that," Macey said as we walked toward our room.

"Do you think we should've told them that Dr. Fibs' new experiment is a temporary acne-causing cream to use in public so we look like other pubescent teenagers? And that, he doesn't really need help, he needs lab rats?" Liz asked us once we were a safe distance away.

Out of the blue we suddenly heard yelling coming from the direction of Dr. Fibs' lab, and we laughed, "No," we all replied.

Okay, so sorry I ended it so abruptly, but with school and everything now, I don't really know when I'll have time to write, and I think the story got a little too tense, so I ended it in the best way I could. I might write a sequel or something, comment/review if you want me too, and of course I'd really love it if you reviewed this chapter too. Thanks for reading