Agent B's point of view

"John Lennon?" Calum asked as he showed me various albums by him. I shook my head and he huffed. "What do you want to listen to?"

"I don't know." I said and held my head. Nothing weird has been going on today, and it scares me because I know it's gonna come back, I just don't know when.

"How about I just click shuffle?" He asked and I shrugged. He clicked shuffle and then turned his screen off, setting the phone on the table.

"It's gonna be okay." He said as he noticed my distress and I laughed sarcastically.

"No it's not, don't lie to me Calum." I said and he smiled smally. "I-I appreciate your concern, but I know it's not. Don't."

"Don't be so negative." He told me and I rolled my eyes. "Listen to the song, come on, dance with me."

"I don't dance." I said and he forced me to stand up and then held my hands, spinning us around the living room as some song played.

"Calum we look stupid, stop." I said and shook my head because he was an idiot. I hate him sometimes.

"Just dance, come on. Stop being so grumpy, so... so uptight. I know we're all in a tough spot right now but just forget about it for a little bit." He told me and I shook my head.

"You can't just forget about it." I said and he looked at me. "This isn't something you can just push to the back of your head, this is so important-"

"If it's so important, why haven't you pushed me away yet?" He asked me and I looked at our intertwined hands and moving feet. "Just for right now, come on."

"Fine," I sighed and he laughed, spinning me around. "Who is this singing?" I asked him as he hummed along to the song.

"Our friend Ashley, her stage name is Halsey." He said and I nodded. "White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth and the, night life." He sang softly and it was rather awkward as we danced.

"My sister was supposed to come and visit us," he said and I nodded. "She had a flight from Rome to Sydney, last direct flight here for the next few months." He added and I was silent still. "I had to beg her to give the ticket to someone else."

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't want her caught up in all this mess you know?" He asked me and I nodded. "I love her so much, I wouldn't be able to cope if I'm the reason she gets hurt. It took me three days to convince her not to come, and I miss her like hell, but it's for the best."

"You really love your sister huh?" I asked and he nodded. "How old is she?" I questioned and he smiled.

"She's twenty-four. She's older than me but god am I protective over her. We fight, but at the end of the day, we love each other more than we let on." He told me and I nodded.

He sang the lyrics quietly, spinning me around and dipping me down. "Didn't you have a sibling aswell? What were they like?"

"My younger brother was the sweetest ever, he put everyone before himself, no matter what the circumstances were. He could have been dying and he'd be worried about people buying flowers for his grave and feel bad for making them all cry over something. He had a huge heart, full of love, none of which he'd give himself." I said, gulped as I remembered him, not having thought about it in ages.

"My older brother, was, strangely enough, kind of like you." I said and he smiled. "He cared, a lot, and got so protective when my girlfriend would come by or when we'd be out on a walk. He loved music more than anything, and he had a full scholarship for football, always was the star quarterback in high school." I said and he nodded.

"They sound like great guys." He said and gave me a smile. "I'm sorry they passed." He told me and I shrugged.

"It all happened years ago, when I was eighteen. When I myself was a kid, just figuring life out and realizing that it wasn't how movies and TV shows made it out to be." I told him and he chuckled.

"Tell me about it, when I was younger I thought I'd breeze past school and become a millionaire athlete." He told me and laughed. "I guess I could have been, if my sister's friend never gave me a CD full of Green Day songs."

"Isn't Green Day just the best?" I asked and he nodded. "I listened to them ever since I was a child. My brothers and I, we all grew up on that kind of music. Nirvana, Green Day, Aerosmith, Eagles, all of that."

"You grew up right." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"I suppose." I said and shrugged. "Are the guys asleep?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, they're knocked out. I couldn't sleep much, so that's why I'm up before noon." He said and I chuckled. "Want to help me make breakfast?"

"How domestic husband of you." I joked and he laughed as he shrugged.

"I am married to this band." He said and smiled. "So, is that a yes?" He asked me and I shrugged.

"Why not?" I asked and he cheered. "Let me go look around before we do, just, safety precautions." I said and he nodded.

-

"She's not bipolar." Ashton said to Rachael as a scowl took over my lips. "She's like... It's hard to explain, and it's a long story."

"I was there, but whatever is happening is not an excuse for her nearly killing me." Rachael spoke and if she wasn't careful, I was gonna kill her and then blame the person controlling me.

"I'll slit your throat right now." I growled and Michael kept me back, my hands tied behind me to keep from doing anything that could harm anyone and my feet planted on to the floor.

They were all afraid I'd do something harmful, even if it wasn't intentional. I wasn't too scared of that right now, more along the lines of Rachael is a traitor and she's gonna get us in deep shit.

"I'm not the bad guy here." She said, seeming offended, a little too offended, at my earlier claim. "I'm you're friend, your ally. I'm helping you-"

"You're a liar." I said and squeezed my eyes shut, looking at the floor. I took several deep breaths and then looked up at her. "I heard you talking to Analeigh, I know that she's your fiancé. I'm not stupid Rachael."

"Just because we're engaged, doesn't mean I'm gonna help her kill my best friends!" She yelled quickly, probably hoping the guys didn't catch it. I caught it though, good god did I catch it.

"You're obviously not on our side," I said, our foreheads nearly pressed together. "I know you're not. You're helping her, I heard you." I told her and she grabbed my jaw. "Hands off."

"Listen here, I'm not afraid to rip your throat out, understand? These are my best friends and I'm not going to let anyone hurt them." She said and I slammed my knee into her side, kicking her away from me when she was bent over in pain.

"Keep your filthy hands off of me." I spat and looked at Calum, who stood on the sidelines, quiet and probably afraid. "Untie me."

"Is it-Is it you? Or is it-"

"Yeah," I said and nodded. "It's me. I promise. If it isn't, you can all punch me." I said and he nodded wearily, undoing the ropes that bound my hands.

I cracked my knuckles and looked at Rachael. "So, are you gonna tell them or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?" I asked but before I could go up to her, Calum was holding me back.

I grit my teeth and she held on to Luke for help. "I don't know about you guys, but I trust Rachael more than I trust Agent B." The blonde spoke, Ashton agreeing with him right away.

"I'm with A-Agent, she's been right so far. I don't... I don't know..." Calum stammered out, and I looked at Michael.

"Rachael been with us since last time, I can't." Michael said, his friendship more important than his life apparently.

"Calum," Rachael said, attempting to lead him into her trap. "We're best friends. You know I'd never hurt you."

"I don't know that." Calum said and stood by my side. "For all I know, you love Ana more than you love us, you two are engaged after all."

"You think I'd help someone kill you guys?" Rachael asked him incredulously, her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

"I don't know anymore!" He cried and then ran upstairs, slamming a door shut.

"Your ignorance will turn around to bite you in the ass." I said to them and crossed my arms. "Friends aren't always going to be on your side, remember that."

I left the four of them and then ran a hand through my hair. I sighed and grit my teeth as I thought about the situation at hand.

Rachael was a taitor and all of them, but Calum, didn't believe me. I don't even think Calum fully believes me, I think he's torn, possibly afraid of how I'd act towards them if all of them were against me.

I leaned against a wall, away from all of them, and then closed my eyes, feeling a headache coming on. I didn't understand half of the things going on, and I don't think I will. All I know is that maybe, maybe this job, this specific job, is where I draw the line.

-

"Agent B?"

I hummed softly, fluttering my eyes open slowly and then looking up at whoever it was. It was Calum, and he stood there in grey sweats, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Did I-Did I wake you up?" He asked softly as I sat up, looking around. I was in the living room, so I must have fallen asleep whilst on the look out. How unprofessional of me...

"No, what's up? What are you doing up?" I asked him and rubbed the back of my eyes. "Are you gonna cry? What the hell Calum?"

"No, I'm not-I'm not... I am." He confessed and collapsed on the couch, tears falling fown his face. "I'm scared."

"We're all scared." I said and he looked at me. "Just... Just go to sleep, it's late and you need rest."

"No, I don't know if you understand, but I can't. I'm honestly terrified okay? My band hates me, Rachael won't even look at me, our fans think we dropped off the face of the Earth, and we're gonna die." He listed and then held his head in his hands. "I can't handle this."

"Don't cry." I said and rubbed his back. "Look uh, I'm not good at this whole... comforting thing uh.... is there anything you want me to say? A reason to came to me crying and ready for a heart to heart?"

"Can I have a hug?" He asked and looked asked me. His face was red, eyes puffy with tears streaming fown his cheeks, dripping down his face and darkening the grey sweats as they fell.

"I don't..." I looked at my lap and then looked at him. "I haven't...." I sighed and then squeezed my eyes shut before looking at him.

"Please?" He whispered softly, practically begging me. I took a deep breath and then ran a hand through my hair.

"Okay," I said after almost five minutes of debating the topic in silence, his sniffling the only sound in the room. "Fine."

He wrapped his arms around me immediately and I kept my arms up, unsure what I was supposed to do. I awkwardly wrapped them around him, a strange, turning feeling in my stomach as he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

I didn't like the hug, and that didn't surprise me, but what did surprise me, was that I didn't hate it. I didn't hate it and that's what threw me off.