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Unbetaed, but I'd be happy to correct any mistakes you might find; just point them out to me(:

A/N I really shouldn't be doing this…I really shouldn't be doing this…But let's see what you make of it before I start to fret over yet another unfinished story.

UNDERCOVER

Prologue

"Agent Mars, it's time to begin."

The small blonde FBI agent looked up from the gun she was cleaning; her face clearly showing her exhaustion, it was barely six a.m. in the morning and the people who knew the tiny blonde also knew that she'd never been a morning person. But her voice was firm and full of its usual energy when she replied cheerfully, "I'll be right there; thanks."

Three minutes later, Veronica entered the small room where the professional group of people was going to transform the twenty six year old into a sixteen year old girl. Once Veronica finally was allowed to take a look at herself and the more detailed briefing papers that told her what type of girl she'd be portraying, she almost spat out the coffee that she'd just taken a sip off.

"That's just great. Not again…"

"You don't like it?" James, Veronica's longtime partner asked, leering teasingly up and down at her new attire.

"I escaped high school the first time around without donning the cheerleader persona," Veronica explained, twirling her recently cut blonde hair around her newly manicured finger. "And they keep putting me in these kinds of roles when we do jobs like this as you very well know. It's just nice to see that all my training wasn't for naught. Oh well; I guess I've got yet another shot at figuring out how to do splits in the air and shit."

"Veronica, it's the character that's been assigned to you; you're our best undercover agent so take it with a smile and just be happy you're not supposed to teach the stupid kids." James' bitterness over his own assignment was palpable and Veronica couldn't fight back a small smile.

"What? You're dying to learn splits too? I'll teach ya if you promise me an A in your class."

"Oh shut up."

Grinning, Veronica made her way out to the Le Baron that'd been given to her – not for the first time; or to be fair to her character. "Why can't I ever be rich along with the popular bitchy stuff? Aren't all cheerleaders bitchy and rich, I ask you? Did movies teach us nothing?"

"Get in the car and go to Keith's after school, Ronnie. He's expecting you."

"Don't call me Ronnie; I'm not a dog, Jimmy." Veronica said, for what might have been the ten thousandth time during their partnership.

James smiled widely and gave her the finger unceremoniously before heading over to one of their fellow agents that was waiting for him to sign something.

Rolling her eyes, Veronica first made sure everything was in place in the car. She'd used the car on a previous assignment, so she'd gotten some hidden compartments installed for her weapons and tracking devices and more.

It was one of the perks of being the best; Veronica didn't have to wear wires all the time unless she felt like it was the best solution for solving her mission. James was usually the only other operative on the case with her and they'd worked together long enough to know what they were gonna do already.

Once a week, he'd give her some sort of bogus detention where they'd debrief each other and as the case progressed they'd work out some sort of surveillance schedule as well. Veronica may be young, but she was by no means a rookie; it was the fifth time she was going undercover at a high school.

Although, it was the first time it was at a school that was as stocked up with the offsprings of the rich and famous as this one. Neptune High school.

Veronica was put on the school to try and sniff out just who'd murdered Jake Kane's oldest child, Lilly Kane. Veronica's uncle, Keith Mars had, as the local sheriff, proved that the guy that had been imprisoned for her murder wasn't guilty and Abel Koontz was released with a big ass settlement for wronged imprisonment.

Just too bad he didn't get a chance to spend any of it before dying of cancer; Veronica thought wryly, as she waved to James and pulled out on the road to make her way to her first day of school.

TBC…

A/N I swore that I'd stop writing VM stories, 'cause they sucked compared to the other VM writers out there, but then this idea came to me and I couldn't not write this as a test to see if anyone might be interested. The updating will be sporadic as I have other stories to finish, but as those who've read my earlier work know, I like to jump around and switch when I'm stuck in another story…Also remember I'm a LoVe addict like no other...

Until Next Time

Ditte Mai