Hide & Spy (a.k.a. Gallagher Girls NG)

Chapter 17

The library is an awesome place to get information, I believe that, but everything has a limit and when the library was packed with girls studying for finals it reached the limit. I swear that three girls hadn't left the library the entire week, I want to say that Leah was not one of them, but to be honest I can't be sure.

I avoided the library, be it the need for pure oxygen, or possible claustrophobia, I did my studying where all good spies do, in the shadows.

Two weeks had passed since my conversation with my grandparents. Two weeks of Madame Barton's dance lessons, punching bags, and preventing Gabs from putting more boys in the academy's hospital wing. The past two weeks went by so quickly, but not a day went by when I thought of Hobbes' request. To determine if what he told me was a truth or a lie.

I strolled down the Hall of History. Smiling at the picture of Mom, resisting the urge to attempt at picking up Gilly's sword, and passed Grandma's office where I swear I thought I heard voices, but brushed it off. I'd had enough of voices in my head. Without realizing it, I started messing with the pendant around my neck again.

I missed my parents.

My mind wandered to when the worrying began, when my mind started playing games on me. Back to when I was normal...or...well as normal as the kid of two spies can be anyway. It  began with them being sent on their ops, I was worried, but I shouldn't have been. I was used to my parents being away, even before I knew what they were doing, but I'm sure part of me knew. At first I thought that Mom and Dad were travel writers. Makes sense, I mean they would go away for days, weeks at a time and come home and write about it, little did I know they were writing their CovOps reports.

 It also didn't help that I once overheard a conversation about Germany and assassins. I laughed at myself, back then I had no idea what an assassin was. When I asked them about it the next day, they were shocked, to say the least. Then they told me the truth, after getting clearance to of course. I think that was the only time my parents ever asked anyone for permission to do anything.

Ever since then, I've been around listening to everything. To find out everything about my family both classified and not. I always felt like there as more to their stories, more to the secrets, and something would hold back for obvious reasons of course, which was where hacking came into play. I can't tell you how many times I've hacked into the CIA and skimmed their case files and reports.

No, really, I can't. My parents are going to read this, and my grandparents, and Uncle Matt, and the possibility that the director of the CIA could read this. If you ever asked me how many times I've hacked their fire walls my answer will be me pleading the fifth amendment.

But never in my life did I want to know something as bad as I did then. Mom and Dad were sent on an op together, but Mom to called out to another op. A deep cover op.  So, Dad was alone on an op with Aunt Bex (international incident just waiting to happen) and Mom was who-knows-where doing who-knows-what. Something just didn't feel right, it didn't all semester.

The bright side? I had been living with it for son long it felt natural to me and did help that the dreams. Visions. Memories. Whatever they were stopped. It started when Mom and Dad left and now with three days left in my first semester at Gallagher Academy, it was still hanging over me. Which added to the stress of exams. I wanted to chock it all up to stress or a very weird form of home sickness, but it was more than that.

But my attention, however, was drawn away from my thoughts and to that of one Mr. Hobbes sitting in alcove, all alone. "Time's up, Morgan," he said. "You have an answer for me?" That's when it hit me. He gave me a three week time period to think of an answer and I had nothing.