"Cam." I felt a light shake on my shoulder. I didn't pay any attention to it, hoping it would go away…of course it didn't.

"Cammie wake up!" Macey basically yelled. I still held on to that little hope that she would go away and let me sleep.

"CAMMIE!" was all I heard before the world turned upside down…literally. Macey had completely flipped my bed over and I laid out sprawled on the floor. My internal clock told me that it was 3:52 am.

"Cameron Morgan, if you don't get up right now I am hiding your CoveOPs notes!" I sprang to life, becoming face to face with Macey.

"I'm up I'm up!" I said, but I wasn't happy. It was now 3:53am on a Sunday.

Macey spoke up, "Good. I need to get you ready for your date with Zach!" My eyes widened. I had completely forgot! Ever since we got back from saving Preston (he goes to Gallagher Academy now so Zach is not the only boy here), Zach and I have always gone for a morning walk around the mansion on Sundays. It was the time when we didn't hold back our feelings or thoughts. We could just be us…without the entire school watching. We would meet up in the Library at 4:30 then go from there. I managed to keep it a secret for about 2 weeks, but then my roommates caught on (duh they're spies…they would have found out eventually) and Macey INSISTED on helping me get ready every Sunday morning. I hadn't found a way of escaping her make up filled hands yet, but I will someday, but today…was not that day.

I walked over to my dresser and picked out some grey, cotton sweat pants and of my dad's old shirts that said James Madison University (it was his cover when he had to disable a bomb under the school during finals week). I liked wearing comfy things around Zach because well c'mon… it was 4:00 am and I wasn't getting all fancied up for anyone that early. Zach knew that and understood. That's what I loved about him. He knew me.

"Cam, I only have 30 minutes to-"She trailed off and started at me as I entered our bathroom. "Well aren't you comfy?" she remarked.

"Macey, just do what you want to me. I'm not in the mod to argue." Macey shrugged and got to work. She started to straighten my hair when I realized how much gel, hairspray, etc. was on the sink.

"Did I really sign up for this?" I asked.

"No. But don't worry you'll look great," she added with a smile.

"Macey, it's just a walk. I don't need to get all fancied up." Macey shot me a glare that told me to shut up. Walk or not, Macey considered it a date.

Exactly 27 minutes later, Macy was done. She put my hair back into a nice French braid (I was going to ask why she straightened my hair then but decided not to protest), and had put on some light make up. It was 4:27 am and I had exactly 2 minutes and 56 seconds to meet Zach at the library.

"Bye Mace! Thanks for the help," I said. She might have waved or said something else but I didn't know because I was already out the door…half way to the library.

You would be surprised how fast I could make my way through the mansion. I could pass every inch in 1 hour, 32 minutes, and 43 seconds (a fact scientifically proven by Liz during our freshman year). So as you can imagine, I got there with time to spare, 56 seconds to be exact. When I got there, I wasn't alone. I stared into the deep green eyes that were deep into the library. I couldn't help it. I ran towards him. I hugged him so tightly I never wanted to let go and he hugged me back. I could have laid in his arms forever, just standing there, but I didn't.

"So Gallagher Girl," he said as he smirked, "where shall we go first?"

"I don't know," I replied. "Let's just walk and talk."

Zach gripped my hand and we started walking. We talked about school, friends and food (all the normal stuff). We went through secret passageways and joked around, but his hand never left mine. Finally we were in a secret room that Zach had found earlier this semester. Needless to say I was still upset there was a passageway I hadn't found but I didn't show it. We called it our room and we always went there. There was a little, soft couch up against the east wall and a TV on the opposite side, a coffee table separating the two. Zach sat down on the couch, dragging me along. I sat on his lap and rested by head on his chest. Zach is buff, don't get me wrong, but sometimes his chest made the softest pillow. Zach played with my hair as we sat there. I shifted myself so I face him.

"So Zach," I started. "How have you been?" Zach may be the best spy-in-training I know (don't tell anyone I said that) but I could tell he had an uneasy feeling. Something was wrong.

"It's nothing Cam," he replied and gently kissed me on the head. His breath was warm on my hair, but I didn't let that distract me. Zach had been there for me through thick and thin and all I wanted to do was help him.

"Zach you know you can tell me anything right?" I explained. Zach meant the world to me and I wanted to make sure he was okay.

"It's Joe…" he finally uttered. I had barely heard him, for his voice was no louder than a whisper. To be honest, I had hoped for anything but that answer. I noticed my mom and Joe acting strange, but I decided to not become part of business that I wasn't part of. A wise spy one told me that "If the conversation was meant for me, I would be invited into it, not spying on it." (aka my boyfriend, Zach).

"I've noticed," I managed to say as I stared down at my hands.

"I just don't get it," he began. "Joe has never kept secrets from me, but I can just feel that he is not telling me something." I looked into Zach's gorgeous green eyes and saw Zach. I mean really saw him. He looked scared and worried. Scared and worried of losing the closest thing he had to family. I couldn't blame him.

"Zach. I get where you're coming from, but as a spy…we live on a need-to-know basis. We can't always know everything." I don't know where the words came from, but I couldn't take them back, nor do I think I would. "Need-to-know basis isn't fun is it?" I asked as I smiled. I wanted to lighten the mode and make him happy.

He smiled that beautiful smile and whispered in my ear, "You're cute when you're right." After that I felt his lips against mine. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Not Joe. Not my mom. Not anyone. Sure I have kissed Zach before, but this one was deep and powerful. And I liked it. I didn't want to let go of Zach. He let go no more than a second. He smiled. "You're beautiful," he said in a hushed tone then leaned in to kiss me again. I was completely ready for it until we heard voices outside.

Voices we knew.

Voices that came from Joe and my mom.