Operation Get Away

Written by: Star Shadow Stalker and Macisgate

Rated: G

Season: 2

Spoilers: none at the moment

Disclaimer: We don't own She Spies

Summary: Co-written with Star Shadow Stalker. Duncan, DD, and Shane are on a mission, and a relationship is their goal. Will they be successful?


DD glanced around the restaurant anxiously. She shared a look with Shane. This was not good.

"Look, if they don't get here soon, I'm going to order without them," Cassie threatened from across the booth, a menu held out in front of her. "Hey, I wonder what the chef's salad is like today."

"Just give Duncan and Mr. Cross a couple more minutes. I'm sure they'll be here soon," DD tried to pacify her.

"Yeah," Shane added. "The longer we stay here, the less time we have to stay at the office this afternoon."

Cassie folded up her menu and set it down. "You guys seem really anxious to eat with Mr. Cross and Duncan. What's up?"

Shane and DD tried to pull their best innocent deer-caught-in-headlights look.

"Nothing's up."

"Yeah, why would you think that?"

"Just because we want to have a nice, relaxing dinner with our boss and a fellow co-worker..."

"Hello ladies."

DD and Shane couldn't help the relieved looks that passed their faces as Mr. Cross and Duncan slid into the booth with them. DD glared at Duncan as he slid into Cassie's seat. Duncan grimaced. He was going to get it later. Mr. Cross sat with DD and Shane.

"Have you ordered yet?" he inquired.

"No," Cassie answered shooting a glare in her friends' direction.

A waitress finally came over and took their orders.

"So," Cassie spoke up, a little brighter now that food was on the way. "I was on my way to work this morning, and this guy in the coffee shop comes over and –"

She stopped when she noticed DD and Shane were having a whispered yet heated discussion.

"Guys? You know it's not polite to whisper."

Their heads popped up as they realized they were under Cassie's scrutiny.

"Sorry Cass. What were you saying?"

"So this guy at the coffee shop comes over and – Duncan? What are you doing?"

Everyone looked over at Duncan who glanced up innocently from his work.

"Well, I'm buttering my plate."


"I find it relaxing."

"Okay... so as I was saying, this guy comes over and – "

Duncan was now holding his plate up facing DD's direction.

"Duncan! What is going on?"

Duncan practically dropped his plate on the table and smeared his hand over it. "Nothing!"

"Did you just write something in your butter?"


"But what... ?"

"Come on, Cassie. Finish your story," Shane interrupted.

Cassie gave Duncan a final glare before she began again. "All right. So he comes over and says... Ow! Who just kicked me?!"

"A guy in the coffee shop said that?" Mr. Cross raised his eyebrows.

"No, somebody right here just kicked me. DD?"

"Restless leg syndrome?" DD offered sheepishly. "So what did he say?" she diverted while she gave Duncan an even harder kick than the one first meant for him.

Duncan's grunt was interrupted by the arrival of their food.

Once they were sufficiently settled, Cassie tried again.

"And he says, 'Sugar pie, I haven't seen...' DD?"

"Huh?" DD quickly pulled her hands under the table.

"You were doing hand gestures."

"No I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"No, I was practicing my sign language. I'm thinking of volunteering with deaf people."

"That wasn't sign language."

"Yes, it was."

"Okay, fine. Whatever. Just save practice for later, okay?"

They continued in relative silence for a time, Cassie having tucked her story away for a better time, such as the middle of a life-threatening mission. But then the hacking noises came.

"Shane?" Quentin dared ask the woman beside him. "Why are you hacking at your steak and glaring at Duncan?"

"No reason," she managed to mutter through gritted teeth.

Quentin just raised his eyebrows and returned to his sandwich.

"Hey guys!" DD piped up. "I've got a great idea. Why don't we all get together and do something tonight?"

"Like play monopoly?" Cassie quipped.

"Actually I was thinking of something even better. There's this great coffeehouse on 23rd Street. It's got live music."

"I don't know, DDs."

"Oh come on. It'll be fun. We never spend time together, all five of us."

"We work together."

"For recreation. Look, just let's all meet there okay? It's number 117 on 23rd Street."


"Hey, I for one think it's a great idea."

They all looked at Shane in shock.

"You do?"

"Sure," Duncan defended as well. "I for one would love a chance to spend time with all of you outside of work."

"Isn't that what we're doing right now?" Quentin pointed out.

"This is dinner. It doesn't count."

Cassie and Mr. Cross shared confused but resigned looks.

"What time?"


Cassie sat in her car in front of building 117. Did she have the address wrong? The place was dead. Where was everyone? It looked like it hadn't seen a sale since the Dark Ages. That was it. She was going home. Super spy or not, she was not going to sit in the middle of an abandoned street after dark for long. It was just asking for trouble. But just as she was about to start the engine, a tapping from her window startled her. Looking up, she realized it was Mr. Cross.

"Hey, I'm glad I'm not the only one who got the wrong spot," she smiled as she rolled her window down.

"I was just about to say the same thing. Do you have any idea where they might be?"

"I don't know. That's the first time I've ever heard DD talk about coffeehouses in general."

"Excuse me? Mr. Cross? Miss McBain?"

"Yes?" they looked to see an elderly man, with a clipped British accent, standing on the curb a few feet away from Cassie's car. He motioned to the unmarked car next to him.

"I'm to take you to the boat."

"Excuse us?"


Quentin and Cassie followed the captain of the ship in bewilderment.

"I can't believe they sent us on a cruise."

"I can't believe the chairman was involved in this."

"What are they trying to do?"

"I guess they decided we needed a vacation."

They stopped talking as the captain stopped in front of a door.

"Your friends dropped off your luggage for you a few hours ago. Should you need anything, just ask any of our staff," he went to move past them.

"Whoa, whoa! Wait a minute. We're sharing a room?"

The captain blushed.

"We only have you booked for one room. It said on your tickets that you're married."




Well everyone, there's the first chapter! What do you think? We hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter should be up really soon!