Hey everyone, this is my first GG fic, so I hope it's okay. Please R&R!!

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I hadn't seen Zachary Goode in years, but right then I wished I would've never met him in the first place. As he kissed Larissa Greiner [the third-best lab tech in the C.I.A.; second only to Liz and Jonas] it felt like my heart was being torn apart. I mean, sure I hadn't seen him since senior year, and we had only gone on three dates, but I spent a lot of time with him. And fallen for him. Hard. Not that I was ever going to tell him, much less admit it to anyone. So, instead of going and killing Larissa, I bit my emotion back and ran to my car.

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The Next Morning

I opened my bleary eyes and looked around. Wait, this wasn't my apartment… Gasping, I looked down. Thank God, I was fully clothed. And sitting on a tan couch. A very familiar tan couch…

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." My best friend, neighbor, and fellow agent spoke with a thicker-than-usual British accent.

I groaned-my head was pounding. "Ah, I see you've been spending more time with Grant."

"And whatever makes you say that?"

"Because your accent is simply awful today. How the hell did I end up here last night, anyway? The last thing I remember was running to my car after I saw…"

Bex put on her usual concerned face and said, "Never mind about Grant. What happened? What did you see? Because at, like, midnight, you came banging on our door. The only reason I remember is because Grant and I were in the middle of… well, never mind. But you were sobbing so hard all I could do was slap a napotine patch on you to get you to sleep."

"Why did I need sleep? It's my once-a-month day off today."

Confusedly, Bex replied, "Oh, you didn't hear? Chief is calling everyone in today because Zach finally got back for that two year mission- I think he busted that huge Russian crime ring or something. Do you think you can handle seeing him again? It would be kind of perfect- the two top CIA agents ever, together. But anyway, stop trying to change the subject and tell me what the heck happened to you last night."

"Aww, I thought my conversation-change trick had finally worked on you!" Bex snorted. "And Zach and I will never, I repeat NEVER, work out!"

"Give me one good reason why."

"Last night I saw him making out with Larissa Greiner at headquarters."

"Oh, God Cam! I'm sorry I said anything because I know you're still totally in love with him. I mean, you've been hacking the system every week to find out if he's safe. But I will totally kick that little slut's ass. That goes for both of them."

Trying to hide my feelings, I replied, "Bex, it's okay. High school was a long time ago. I'm just going to go to my apartment and get showered and dressed for work, kay? Then we can get today over with and go drinking tonight."

"Alright… Oh, and Grant's over there right now trying to fix you're sink. Would you mind telling him we leave in thirty minutes?"

"Sure thing."

Grinning devilishly, Bex returned, "Oh, and Cam? Why don't you wear that adorable little black dress Macey bought you? It's perfect, and you might as well flaunt what you've got."

Groaning, I said, "I'll think about it," and walked out the door.

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