Bieber Undercover

Melody Johansen, 18, has been apart of the NASC (National American Spy Corporation (not real!) for 5 years now. She has solved mysteries, gone all over the world, and has found hidden treasures and secrets all over the world.
Justin Bieber (not famous for singing), 19, has been transferred to NASC. He's been apart of different agencies for 4 years and has also been all over the world solving mysteries and finding different things.
Now Melody's biggest problem...going on her biggest mission to steal the Declaration of Independence with Justin Bieber.


4. Of course...


We check into our hotel later that night and I go over last minute things with Justin. As I'm telling him my laptop rings, someone is Skyping me. 

The username is:

I look at Justin and he gives me a questioning look. I answer the cal and the screen pops up with the back of a black chair facing it. 

"Who is this?" I ask. 

"You know very well who it is." The person answers. I tilt my head. The voice sounds familiar but I can't put my-wait. 

"Evan?" I question. The chair turns around and sure enough it's Evan. Evan McCain. 

"Hello Melody." He sneers. I narrow my eyebrows at him. "What do YOU want?" I spat. 

"Oh nothing. I just hear you're going on a pretty big mission. And with that idiot Justin Bieber." 

"Hey, I am NOT an idiot!" Justin comes into the picture. I roll my eyes and push him out of the way. 

"This mission has NOTHING to do with you, so why are you even talking to me?" I glare at him. 

"Just wanted to wish you good luck is all.." He looks away at his hands. "Good luck? For what?" 

"Because I'm also on the same mission." 

My eyes get wide as I let the words he just said sink in. 

"W-what?" I stutter slightly. He nods with a look of evil in his eyes. I groan. "Well if you haven't heard I'm one of the best agents there are so I should be wishing YOU good luck." I tell him as I cross my arms. 

He laughs. "We'll see. Until then....goodbye." Then our call disconnects. 

I let out a loud groan that I've been holding in. "Who was that guy?" Justin asks sitting on his bed. 

"That was Evan. My...enemy you can say." 

"What happened between you two?" He asks. 

I sigh and sit on my bed thinking back to last year:


"Alright hand me the flashlight." I told Evan. I had my hand out waiting. I looked over at him and he was looking at me. 

"Evan, hand me the flashlight, I can't see inside here." I told him. 

"Oh c'mon...this mission isn't a big's only about a bank robbery. We have some time to..fool around." I could feel the smirk on his face. My face got hot as he pinned me against the wall. 

"You know you want to.." His minty breath hitting my face. I gulped. He suddenly pressed his lips on mine and I quickly kissed him back. 

As our make out session got kinda heated, I heard noises coming from below. I pulled away quickly and looked down through the vents. 

The robbers broke in again and was taking money. I glared at Evan. "What?" He asked innocently. 

"YOU made them run away! AND rob this place again! Ugh I should have NEVER agreed for you to be my partner! This is our 3rd mission that we've failed!" I snapped at him. 

"I'm sorry?" He put his hands up in defense. "I'm sorry that I'm so attracted to you and that I always get distracted around you." He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. He kissed me again. 

"Stop!" I pulled away.

"I thought you liked me too." He said.

"I thought I did. But now I realize  you're my partner for one thing. Sex. And I don't work that way. Now leave so I can fix YOUR mess." 

"Fine. But just know that I'm the best partner you'll have." I rolled my eyes. 

"Just go, Evan. I work alone." 

End of flashback:

I look at Justin when I finish telling my story. 

"Wow. He only wanted sex." I nodded. He snickered. "Typical."

"It was annoying! I mean sure, we had a thing going on but once i figured out he didn't really like me, I was done. And once we weren't partners anymore and he left NASC, we've been "enemies" ever since." 

He nods. "Well I'm sorry. But now you have me!" He smiles. I roll my eyes and hit him with a pillow. "You're an idiot." 


The next morning we get up, get ready, eat breakfast and head out. 

"First things first, we check out the National Archives. Check out the Declaration and see where the basement is and where all the video camera are." I tel Justin. He nods. "We HAVE to act natural. Like we're tourists like everyone else visiting there. No big distractions. Yet." He nods again. 

Once at the National Archives, we get tickets and head inside. It's a lot bigger then I thought. The main floor/lobby is round with exhibits all around. But straight ahead is what we're looking for. 

The Declaration of Independence. 

Of course, it's not the REAL one but you know what I mean. I grab Justin's collar of his shirt and pull him toward it. "Wow." He says when he sees it. "It looks so real." "Shhh!" I tell him. 

I feel the glass box it's in. Yep. Bullet proof. Bomb proof. This is the same case it'll be in in the basement so it's good to find out how sturdy it is. "Alright, follow my lead now." I whisper to Justin. He nods as he follows me to the directory. 

"The basement is under level 3. Level 3 is all on the wars and stuff." I tell him. He nods. "So when will we come back and start this mission?" He asks. 

"Tomorrow. So be prepared to  start our plan." "I will." We then exit the building and I get a call from Ben. My technical buddy. 

After a minute I hang up. "Who was that?" Justin asks as we get into the car. 


"Who's he?"

"He's going to help us steal the Declaration of Independence." 

A/N: Ooooo! It's getting close guys! Hehe

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