The elevator dinged as it opened.

"Congratulations 6 o'clock on the dot, that's an imp- woah" I didn't let Eric finish as I stumbled forward and almost fell over. He grabbed me to steady me. 

"You don't look too well, " he muttered, taking in my appearance. He put his hand on my forehead. I felt the warmth of it against my skin.

"I had 2 hours of gymnastics last night once I got home," I said groggily.

Eric's eyes widened. "After everything you did yesterday? Jesus Becca!"

I leaned my back against the elevator door as soon as it shut for balance.

He watched my state for a bit longer before finally speaking "Okay, you're coming with me."

He grabbed my arm and walked me down the main office. We walked into the room with all the black doors again. I saw captain's gold office door at the end. Eric dragged me towards it and at first I thought he was going to take me to Captain and have me fired. My heart started racing as we approached the gold door but instead, he opened one of the black doors next to me.

He led me into the room. It was another office. Not as big as Captain's but still pretty big.

"Is this your office?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said as he led me over to the chair behind his desk. I sat down in it resting my head on his desk instantly.

"You're not going to Kennedy High today," he concluded after a moment.

"What? No, I can go." I argued even though my head was still resting on the desk. "Day 3 whoo," I cheered with absolutely no enthusiasm at all.

"You're staying here. You've overdone it, Becca." He ordered looking at my currents state in concern. "Look," he sighed, trying to figure out what to do. "I have work to do but you can just sleep in here or something, okay?" He declared as he walked towards the door.

I was in no position to argue. "Okay," I grumbled as I slightly lifted my head.

He left the room and I automatically put my head back on the desk. Many people probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep in the position that I was in but like I said, I was tired. And in no position to complain about my options.

Slowly, I began to shut my sore eyes and took a deep breath in. The room smelt like fresh paper and his cologne. For some reason, I found the smell comforting and I fell asleep almost instantly.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was greeted by blurry vision. Where was I again? My vision cleared. Eric's office. I rubbed my eyes and lifted my head. My hair was everywhere and I was still in my pajamas. I looked around his room. There wasn't much in there. Well, at least nothing that seemed personal. It was like all Eric ever did was think about work. Maybe that's what becoming a spy does to you. I pondered. Sighing, I realized that I should probably get up.

I stood up, made my way over to the door and then opened it. I peered out of it and looked down the hallway. I checked my watch. Noon. Everyone must have been on a lunch break. There would barely be anyone around. I slowly tip-toed into the wardrobe department that was around the corner. I found some yoga pants and a simple plain singlet. I got dressed and then decided to put on some makeup while I was at it. It never hurt.

As I entered the makeup department I gaped at all the products and mirrors. They were Hollywood style with light bulbs poking out of the frames. Makeup had never really been my thing but it was still hard to hide the fact that I was excited by everything I saw. I did my hair up in a simple bun, not too fussed with it. But makeup was a whole different story; I was using it now more than I ever had before. It was like over the past few days, I'd suddenly become self-conscious about my appearance. I went for the most natural but flattering look I could. After I finished, I looked in the mirror feeling satisfied and left the room.

I knew that even though everyone else had gone to lunch, Eric would still be around somewhere working. He had that whole 'workaholic' thing going on. I rushed out the door looking for Eric. I checked back at his office and noticed he wasn't there so I walked over to the gym. I peeked through the open door and saw him sitting in the corner on the laptop. I walked in quietly, shutting the door softly not wanting to interrupt him furiously typing away. But he looked up and saw me and stopped typing.

"How are you?" he asked furrowing his brows in concern.

I walk over and sat down on a bench directly across the room from him. "Fine, I guess."

"You seem pretty overwhelmed with everything Becca." he countered. "You do a lot of things, are you sure you can handle it all?" he asked.

"I'll manage," I replied shrugging.

He still maintained his concerned look, not feeling convinced. "Are you sure?"

I sighed and opened my mouth to answer, for some reason I felt my eyes water, I blinked rapidly trying to hold back tears. He noticed and got up and walked over to me.

"What's wrong?" he asked putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I don't know," I said, closing my eyes briefly "Sorry about that it was nothing." I couldn't just start pouring out my emotions to a guy I hardly knew. Especially one that was pretty much my boss.

"That wasn't nothing." He countered firmly. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," I answered. "Maybe... Maybe I'm not cut out for this spy stuff. I mean, it's only been three days in and I'm already a failure." I said sniffling.

He sat down next to me on the bench. "You're not a failure". I shook my head, not willing to agree with him.

He sighed "Do you honestly think that we all started out here with our missions going smoothly?" he asked.

I rubbed my eyes, not allowing myself to shed a tear. I didn't want to cry. I had no reason to. I was just stressed.

"We all have missions that can be hell. And not all our missions end in success, but we try our best. I've had missions that at times I've thought I couldn't handle. But it always turns out okay, just remember that." he disclosed.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," I grumbled. "I'm sure that your guys have better control of situations then I do."

He raised an eyebrow, smirking "Wanna bet? One time, we thought we'd track down a huge illegal drug ring at a club, so we went undercover to scope the place out. It turned out that we'd just found some secret gay bar."

I cracked a small grin. "No way,"

He nodded "I got hit on by men all night and I didn't even figure out what was going on until we realized there were no drugs on the premise."

I laughed quietly. I didn't believe it. It was a story I never expected to hear.

"Look the point is, if we could stuff up so badly but still manage to track down the real drug ring two days later, there's definitely hope for you. That case was the one that made me Head Agent."

"You're Head Agent?" I asked surprised

He nodded. I looked up at him in admiration. No wonder he works so hard. He was in command.

"I don't see myself doing well at this," I said sighing.

"Neither did I at first." he replied.

We sat there in silence for what felt like a few minutes before he spoke again.

"How about we do some more training?" he suggested. "Today was supposed to be our fighting day remember?" he said smiling.

I thought back to yesterday remembering what he had said. "Oh yeah." I small grin came across my face at the memory.

"Come on, let's train then," he said as he held out his hand. I grabbed it and let him pull me up.

"First, let's talk about how to attack when someone charges at you." He began

He spent a long time teaching me moves and telling me how to react to different attacks. When we finally got to actually trying the moves, I was more than ready.

We spent all afternoon training. I looked up at the clock above the door to see it was three o'clock, the time when school ended. I wondered if anyone had noticed my absence today. I also began to worry about missing a whole day of being undercover. As much as I hated this mission, it was my job and I needed to be there.

"Okay so if came running up to you ready to attack you, what would you do?" Eric asked, snapping me out of my thoughts and back to reality.

I thought about for a second and then pushed him back, he barely moved so I tried to flip him. There was no way he was going to budge anytime soon. I eventually gave up and stood there in defeat. I could barely move him

"I'm too strong and most likely the person who attacks you will be the same. Pushing me won't work so what do you do?" Eric asked still standing there.

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Think Becca." He ordered firmly. He seemed to have confidence that I could prove myself but I just stood there like an idiot with no clue.

"See if you don't do something, I'm getting closer to harming you." He put his arms on my shoulder roughly but not too rough. I kicked him hard in the foot making him stumble backward.

I held back a small smile as I watched him regain balance, proud that I had managed to move him back a bit. He quickly got control. "Good, that was good. Now remember what we were doing earlier and how you were blocking my punches? Let's do that again."

He started swinging at me not too hard but at a fast speed. I ducked several times and then tried to retaliate by hitting him back. He grabbed my hand, blocking himself from getting hit. I struggled to remove my hand from his strong grip.

I repeatedly kicked him as hard as I could so he would release me. But instead, he fell over, still holding me in his grip, I fell down with him. He quickly grabbed my waist and turned as we fell to make sure I didn't hurt myself. I landed on top of him.

"Are you okay?" he asked

"Yeah, fine," I said between deep breaths. I noticed he was breathing heavy too. Neither of us moved. He still had a tight grip on my waist from when we fell and I had both my hands resting on his shoulders. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, as if forgetting what we were doing. I tilted my head to the side and then put my hands on his chest gently and used them to push myself back up.

He got up after me instantly jumping up as if it was nothing.

"You're really getting the hang of this." He said, sounding impressed.

"Really?" I asked, beaming.

He nodded. "It usually takes our new agents a while before they start to actually outsmart their mentors."

Mentors. I didn't like the sound of that. It made me feel like I was just another annoying person he had to train when he could be doing more important things like saving the world or something. I still didn't know one hundred percent what spy work involved but I'd always assumed it was saving the world thanks to those Spy Kids movies.

"I don't think you need to be too worried anymore about having trouble being a spy anymore. I think you're on the right track." He continued.

I smiled at him in relief. I was grateful for him helping me get through this all. It was tough.

"Thank you. For, um, helping me." I said awkwardly.

He nodded in response still thinking about something else. "Where did you learn to kick like that?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Your kicks, they're very powerful." Another compliment.

"Oh, uh gymnastics I guess," I responded. I didn't really think much of it.

"I'll admit at first I thought the idea of Captain choosing a gymnast to join our team was ridiculous. I thought it was a total fail of a plan."

"Oh really, I never caught that," I replied in a sarcastic tone.

He raised his eyebrows. "You knew?" he asked.

"Well, you didn't exactly look happy to have me on board in the beginning, like you thought I couldn't handle it or something, and at first I thought it was because of my age but when you said that you were seventeen as well when you joined the RUA, I kind of worked it out for myself," I explained.

He looked surprised but at the same time, impressed that I had picked up on that. "Well, I'm sorry." He apologized. "I should have had more faith in you."

I grinned at him. "It's okay, just don't expect me to go easier on you next time we fight." I teased.