Hey peoples! paramorerox813 here and this is my first fanfiction, so please try to be nice when review. But you HAVE to review. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Anyways, I really hope you like it. My best friends helped me edit it. (Check out their stories: crowfeather ftw & blooprocks44)

Disclaimer: i do not own any characters of the Gallagher Girls series (Although I so wish I did)

Chapter 1: Old Mistakes

Cammie's POV:

Jogging down the street, I passed by a worn out bookstore. I paused and decided to enter because I have been bored lately and wanted a book to read, cautious and aware of my surroundings. Maybe it was a gut feeling that led me to do so. I don't know. Hi. I'm Cammie (short for Cameron) Morgan. I am not your average blonde hair, blue-eyed girl (Although technically, right now I have brown hair and green eyes for my disguise). I am a CIA agent who just made the biggest mistake of her career. I know that you're probably wondering "How? It's only a bookstore. How much harm can occur in a bookstore of all places?" But no, it's not about where I am; it is the plain simple fact that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh, he's going to FREAK! (And possibly kill me slowly and painfully)…

2 days earlier

I am currently in London, England on an operation. My boss sent me here with Bex, an amazing agent descended from two MI6 British legends; Liz, a clumsy, techno-geek with the habit of saying "oopsy daisy"; and Macey, daughter of the vice president of the United States and the prettiest girl I know. These three are my best friends in the whole world, and they were my roommates at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women in Roseville, Virginia. To the rest of the world, our school looks like a castle for rich "princesses", but the exceptional women inside are truly… exceptional. We are trained to be spies. You may assume that we live in an adventured filled life which every girl dreams about, but no. Snap out of la la land and get back to reality. Not that I don't enjoy the dangerous lifestyle, but you never know whether or not you'll meet your family or friends ever again. Every goodbye could very well be your last.

My boss, a Mr. David Johnson, is the director of the foreign control program in the CIA. We handle possible threats in other countries as well as possible internal threats by foreign people. I was part of the external division with my friends. Liz took care of any computer or technological details, such as hacking databases and providing us with bugs to plant, in the Research and Development Center. Bex and I were together on the Operations level where we did field work, while Macey was in Concealment and Disguise, which is the best place for her considering she knew how to disguise a 35 year old man into a 17 year old girl. I was on a higher level than Bex only because she also worked as a mediator with MI6, and the director refused to give someone of her job high access to CIA secrets (And yes, Bex hates him with a vigorous passion).

This is the first time all four of us have been on a mission together. Also, the director didn't give us all the necessary details of the op such as who or what we are investigating, why we are doing so, or our COVERS! We were sent onto the field with practically nothing except our destination and a vague, "When you arrive there, you shall know." Well, we've arrived "there" and we still DON'T know. God, sometimes he can be such an ass.

When we arrived in London, Liz stumbled off the plane with her famous "oopsy daisy". I seriously wonder how a CIA agent can be so uncoordinated. Macey came off it as though she owned in the world which is her usual cover outside the CIA seeing as she was the president's daughter, and Bex was just herself, a confident self-assured British 20-year old. I was nervous stepping into the unknown, but I tried to calm the nerves. We took a cab to a hotel near MI6 where we were not staying, but we just needed to reach MI6 as quick as possible.

After finally arriving there, Bex stared straight into the retinal scanner which would provide anyone in the MI6 or CIA with granted access into the building. Not only does it check the structure of your eye, but also to see whether you are living. (Spies like us aren't afraid to take someone's eyes out).

I sighed, "I am so tired of walking all day." When they all started to give me curious glances, I rephrased my statement, "Hello. I was just on the run from some fugitives in Japan. Cut me some slack." The nodded as if they understood considering Macey had been on a nationwide campaign for her father, Liz had just visited her parents down south, and Bex and I have been on various ops recently.

We entered the building and saw Bex's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, coming to greet us. I've met them before on several occasions including one op where we saved Joe Solomon (my Covert Operations teacher) from the Circle of Cavan with my mom, my aunt, and … Zach. Yes, Zach. After we fought them, Zach finished the next two years of spy school with us. It was quite odd considering he was the only guy in an all girls' school. But I never knew whether I could trust him or not because his mom was the leader of the Circle. Plus, they were all hell-bent on trying to kill me! Yay! Bonus points for Zach.

We followed Bex's parents inside without a single word to one another, down the hallway, up the stairs, and into a room at the end. Bex whispered to me, "Do you know why we're here?" I shook my head slowly taking in my surroundings.

There was one desk in the room with five chairs gathered around it. I assumed the fifth one was for Bex's mom. Mr. Baxter sat behind the desk indicating that this was his office. We all took our seats and I noted that Mrs. Baxter instead stood next to her husband. So, maybe I misjudged it.

I questioned Macey, "Is that her seat?" as soft as possible, but she just shrugged. I heard the door open and close behind me. Before I could turn around to see who it was, I heard a familiar voice I thought I'd never hear again (and hoped so too), "Hey. Sorry I'm late, everyone." Zach!

I really hoped he couldn't see me from the back, but as usual my luck stinks. He said loud and clear, "Hey, Gallagher Girl. Bex. Macey. Liz."

I slid further down my seat until Macey whisper-yelled in my ear, "Sit up straight. He's gonna know you're nervous."

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and saw his signature smirk plastered on his face. No matter how nervous I may be, I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me like that. I sat up straight with my heart thudding in my chest. He had been my boyfriend three years ago when we were seniors at Gallagher Academy. I realized after a while that he was reckless and dishonest. He never told me the truth probably because he was trying to "protect" me, even though I don't need it because in case he didn't notice, I am not a five year old. This was the same argument we had years ago when he was leaving in the middle of the year for a "secret" operation that he couldn't tell me about.

Flashback

I whisper-yelled, "Zach, just tell me the truth! Why the hell are you going? You might die, and I won't ever know!"

"I can't, Cammie," he softly whispered not trying to create a commotion.

"I get it. It's 'confidential'. But you could at least tell me the hell why you were leaving without saying goodbye!" I yelled getting frustrated at his stubbornness.

"Cammie, I didn't want you to get hurt! Can't you understand that?" my frustration rubbing off on him.

All my pent up anger at him over the past year was letting loose in one eruption. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to storm off in that moment. "So just leaving me here to ponder whether the hell you're dead or not is the best way to go," I pointed out skeptically. "Every time I leave on an op, I say goodbye. But, you know what? Forget it. This conversation is pointless as it doesn't seem to be sinking into your thick skull!"

"No, DON'T forget it. I hate that my girlfriend doesn't trust me. I hate the fact that she doesn't trust me enough to handle myself either," he sneered.

"Why? Why do you have to suddenly go and leave me here to deal with your mom?" I pointed my finger at his chest.

His eyes burned with anger. "Do NOT play that card on me! You think I don't know that my 'oh so loving mother'," he said with contempt, "is looking for every chance to try and kill you! You think I don't understand that! Of course I do. But no, you can't trust me either to tell me what you're thinking." I was about to interrupt him, but he continued on, "Stop. Just stop, Cammie. Forget this whole fight. Forget us. We. Are. Over." He punctuated every word with a glare.

The shock of what just happened came crashing down on me like a boulder. I didn't know what to do. "FINE," I screamed at him figuring there was no hope left. He turned around and walked away, my sad eyes staring at his retreating figure. I ran to my favorite hiding spot crying my heart out. Hours later, I heard Liz calling to me, coaxing me out with her sweet Southern accent. I poured my heart out to my friends and cried while they tried to comfort me, but since then, I have never spoken to Zachary Goode.

End Flashback

I understood that it was probably a petty argument, but I couldn't stand the lies and torture of not knowing what was going to happen to him. I knew that both he and I regretted what happened. I still remember how we walked away from me and how before that happened, his sad, green eyes took one last glance at my heartbroken figure.

Zach's POV:

I arrived at MI6 as quick as possible after an operation in Mozambique. They had called me there, but the director did not explain to me why I was being sent there. Maybe it was another operation. I headed towards Mr. Baxter's office and realized that it was Bex's father whose room I was walking to. Through the glass windows I saw five women and one man, all people I knew and remembered. The man was obviously Bex's dad while one of the five women stood out to me the most: Cameron Ann Morgan.

I regretted my decision to break up with her over the past few years, but I did my best to put on a straight face and act as though nothing had occurred. I knew that her friends blamed me for what happened, but truthfully, I broke her heart because I figured that if she got over me, it would help prepare her for what would possibly have been my death.

The director sent me on an extremely dangerous operation even though I was not a full-time agent because there was a Code Red in D.C. in which every agent there was not allowed to go on any more missions. The cause of the Code Red was unknown so they had to send someone who wasn't an agent yet out onto the field. They chose me. I knew that I probably was not experienced enough for this, and I also knew that there was a great chance I wouldn't return. This operation was extremely confidential, and it tore my heart open to hurt Cammie like that. But I had to leave for her welfare.

So, how did you like the first chapter? Was it good?

By the way, for those of you who have already alerted my story before and for those who want to continue reading this story, I am redoing all the chapters because of grammar errors and just a slight change in a few things. I will get rid of the later author's note. Hope you like it!

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