Venice Again
Cammie and Zach meet on a mission in Venice… What will happen? Thanks so much to ChelseaDagger14 for Beta checking this story and all her wonderful feedback! Also her story 'Going Under' is the main inspiration for this! It's really good! :)
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CHAPTER 1
Cammie POV
The sun was slowly setting as I jogged through the neighbourhood park. Even though I only came back from a mission 3 weeks ago, I missed the thrill, the excitement of field work. But mostly I missed the feeling of being able to DO something. Not just sitting around. Not just waiting round the phone, hoping it's the CIA director calling. But so far, it was nothing. I jogged past married couples strolling through the park, teenagers sitting on the park seats, children swinging on the swings while their mothers gossiped at the picnic table. I picked up everything, every face, every smell, every noise, even though my ipod playlist was gently pulsing through my ears. And suddenly my heart quickened. A man was walking behind me, talking on a cell phone. The only thing was, he had been jogging in the opposite direction 10 minutes ago.
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I stopped running, and chugged some water, casually observing the guy behind me. He was tall, handsome in a rugged sort of way and looked to the entire world a normal guy. But then I guess I'm not the normal world. I had to go confront him, but I couldn't
1) Flip him and punch him senseless, because the people in the park might call the police or something when they see this 100 pound girl beating up this guy
2) Shoot him with a tranquilizing dart but I didn't bring it jogging with me (a fact I seriously regret now)
3) I couldn't lead him somewhere private in case he's better than I give him credit for (which could be true, but I doubt it)
So I smiled. And hid. In plain sight.
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I jogged up to him and smiled a sugary sweet smile.
"Hey sweetie," I greeted him wrapping my arms around him, placing my fingers on pressure points where if I pressed down he would fall unconscious immediately. I leaned in close like I was telling him a secret and whispered, "you have 10 seconds to tell me why you're following me or I'm knock you out and you'll wake up in India with the police after you," he just smirked at me and winked. I was momentarily stunned, did he know something I didn't? "Honey, can we go somewhere more private?" he asked, smiling and staring into my eyes. "Who are you?" I whispered, my fingers pressing a little. He smirked again and reached into his pocket and pulled out a CIA identification card.
AGENT ZACHARY GOODE
AGE: 21
CLEARANCE: 6
I sighed and let go. The first time in weeks where I could kill someone but then it turned out to be a fellow agent. Go figure.
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"So can I ask why you were following in the park just then, Mr Goode?" I asked as we walked towards my apartment. He laughed and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, I just wanted to talk to you, Ms Cammie Morgan," he replied, and smirked at my surprised expression when he said my name. I glared. He smirked. I opened the door.
"Explain." I said, folding my arms and standing in front of him.
"Well, I'm Zach and we're going on a mission together," he said, bored and straight to the point. I squealed and almost hugged him. Almost. He raised an eyebrow, looking amused.
"What? I'm bored," I replied defensively, who can blame a girl for wanting to have a good time?
"We're going undercover in Venice, and we're stopping a major terrorist group planning on blowing up the Prime Minister," he continued. I tensed at the mention of Venice. A lot of memories stay with that place… ones I don't EVER want to visit again. He saw my sudden change in mood.
"What?" like he thought he did something.
"Nothing," I said quickly, not meeting his eye, "so when do we leave?" I asked, changing the subject, moving away from the past.
"Tomorrow morning," he replied, still staring at me, confused.
"TOMORROW MORNING?" I screamed, he flinched, I wasn't surprised.
"I only have TONIGHT to pack?" I yelled at him, staring daggers.
"Uh-huh," he said smirking, "so you better pack real quickly." And with that, he left.
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Zach POV
I walked away from Cammie's house, slightly dazed and slightly dizzy. I knew for a fact that she was an amazing operative, everyone in the office always talk in hushed tones of wonder when it came to the Cameron Ann Morgan, and now that I've met her, I have to agree. I thought back to the way she so easily, and so publically came up to me and threatened to knock me unconscious (which I know fully well that she COULD do that if she wanted to) and felt a lazy grin spread over my face. I knew I was falling, and falling hard for this girl, which is something that I'm not used to. And hopefully she's falling for me too (wouldn't be surprised if she did) and smiled. I had chosen the right team for sure; the most amazing, and not to mention beautiful (just thinking about her deep blue eyes makes me drool) operative Agent Morgan; she's going to make this mission an exciting one indeed.
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Cammie POV
I sat up that night, packing. It took me about 4 hours to pack, I took everything from thick, woollen jackets to thin tank tops. I really wanted to kill Zachary Goode, not telling a girl where she was going or what she was doing for that matter results in the girl using way more luggage space than necessary. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Zach. I thought about his green eyes, staring into mine, his annoying smirk which I wanted to slap off his face and his confident, annoying attitude. There was a lot I didn't like about this guy. But I felt pulled to him, as if there was something between us, something that drew us together. I thought about him as I drifted into sleep…
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I woke up with green eyes hovering above me. And I did what any trained female agent does when faced with this situation. I flipped him. I heard him groan as I stared down at him and jolted when I realised it was Zach. And I was going on a mission today.
"Jeez, Gallagher Girl, do you need be so rough to a poor guy?" he stood up, scowling and rubbing his back.
"Maybe you should think about that next time you decide to lean your face close to an unsuspecting agent!" I pointed out, it was more his fault than mine. I was using self-defence. Really.
"Well, Agent Morgan," I raised my eyebrow at his remark, "maybe you should consider getting up earlier so that we don't miss our plane?" he shot back, trying not to smile.
"Fine! Get out so I can change!" I pushed him out of the room before he smirked at me again. Too late. I turned to see a certain smirk on a certain someone's face. I groaned.
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I walked out of my room and suddenly my gut told me to duck. I did. But then I felt myself being slammed onto the ground. I looked up to see Zach grinning at me.
"Payback."
I shot daggers at him, he just smirked.
"May I ask where we are going?" I asked as we exited the apartment with my 2 suitcases.
"The airport," was his reply. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes I figured that part out when you told me pack my suitcase! Where are we going, on the plane?" I snapped as I got angry. He smirked.
"Venice, darling."
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