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Hurricane

Chapter One: You Had Me at Hello

What have I gotten into this time around
I know that I had sworn I'd never trust
anyone again but I didn't have to
You had me at hello

- A Day to Remember

(You Had Me at Hello)

Los Angeles could very well match New York's title of "the city that never sleeps." At least that was what Zach Goode was thinking as he pushed through the crowds of people in a local bar at two in the morning. For many of them it seemed like their night had just begun. Girls in short dresses with freshly made up faces were hanging onto some sort of eye candy. Men were pushing out their chests and leaning over to unsuspecting girls at the bar. However, he also saw several drunks tripping outside, trying to find a cab, and he guessed their nights were just about over. For Zach, he was the former, walking into the club in a pressed t-shirt and jeans, not looking to impress. The thick smell of smoke in the bar made him naseaus but he pushed through it. He'd be in LA for a while and would have to get use to the bad air quality, especially if he chose to hang out in trashy bars.

The moment he stepped foot into the bar girls flocked to him, and he ignored them, keeping up his pace. It wasn't anything unusual after all, not in a place like this. He was an attractive guy, only nineteen, tall and broad, with floppy brown hair, and dark green enticing emerald eyes.

He kept his eyes open: he was looking for someone. Her name was Cameron Morgan, and he had no idea what she looked like. However, spotting a spy in a crowd of people was something Zach liked to pride himself on. He was good at finding people— something he'd, unfotunately, done all his life.

He circled the floor, trying to blend with the lively crowd while looking for this girl. He looked for people who were looking over their shoulder, people whose posture seemed ever so rigid, and people that weren't looking like they were all completely there. Spies were smart, but only the smartest would be able to outsmart another spy. It seemed Cameron Morgan had this trait, as he had not even an idea of who she could be. All of the people in the club were having the time of their lives and not one of them stood out to Zach. Which meant Cameron's reputation preceded her.

Maybe she didn't come, he thought to himself, finding it the most reasonable answer. He was the best of the best; he'd be able to find one measly spy, no matter how good the CIA had told him she was. She was only seventeen for Christ's sake, she couldn't be that good. But the CIA had been insistent that she was the best, a title that Zach thought he deserved for himself. Now he was supposed to find the so called Chameleon, as she was his new mission partner.

Just as he was going to leave, he spotted a brewing fight between a girl and what he thought was most likely her boyfriend. He was just walking past them, planning on ignoring them, when the girl grabbed his arm and pulled him to her. Before he had time to think about was going on she slammed their lips together, kissing him like they'd been dating for years. He would have pulled away, but her nails were digging into his neck, taking that particular choice away from him.

Her grip on him was surprisingly strong. He kissed her back, acting as though she wasn't someone he had never spoken to or even seen in his life. It was a hell of a kiss for someone he had never met and if he wasn't on a mission he would certainly would've loved to take her home. There was something electric passing between them, it lit his skin up like he'd just been shocked. She was medium height with long, straight, dirty blonde hair. Her eyes were a mischievous grey blue, and her body was absolutely proportional and perfect. At least that's what it felt like as she pressed every inch of it against him.

The hand that was digging sharp nails in his neck released its grip and slid down his chest, putting a millimeter of space between them. Zach had never even had the thought of kissing a girl and feeling sparks but now he was sure there was such a thing. He'd felt . . . something. This girl was someone he'd like to kiss again, even if he had no idea who she was.

He looked into her eyes and saw she held a mischievous smile, and he was about to pull completely away from her when she turned her head to the boy she'd been arguing with. He now stood, angrily, with his mouth open.

"I told you Jack," the girl's voice was like honey. "I have a boyfriend now, he won't be happy that you're trying to make a move on me."

She stepped on his foot and right on cue, he growled. Zach shot a quick glare at her but decided that he might as well go along with it. This guy looked like a total creep and if the girl wanted to get rid of him Zach would happily oblige, especially if it meant he got to kiss her again. She seemed to know what she was doing, regardless and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious how this would turn out.

The man, Jack, raised his arm and Zach knew he was about to get punched. He was about to dodge the blow when the girl stepped forward and caught the punch, twisting the other man's arm back so it was locked behind his back. "Fuck off," she snapped at him. "Don't come looking for me again Jack." She proceeded to push him away and he cast a glance back, his expression mortified. Jack hadn't been expecting that. Zach had not been expecting that, and he was a trained spy. What the hell was that?

She turned back to him, trying to smile. She looked like she might be in her early twenties, in no such position to be injuring full grown men. Plus she was wearing ridiculously high heels, and all that wasn't exactly adding up in Zach's mind. He wanted to know what was going on, and who this girl was.

"Sorry," she said, tossing her hair casually over her shoulder, her smile grew brightly and Zach felt something stir deep within him. "I didn't mean to ruin your night, especially if you're here with a girl," she looked around but Zach had a sneaking suspicion she knew he wasn't here with a girl. This girl seemed smarter than her sultry appearance alluded to.

"You don't fight like a girl," he observed. He wasn't smiling, he was watching her with a kind of intensity that made most people squirm. She didn't seem to take notice.

Her smile turned into a proud grin. "My dad made me take karate," she explained. "And I wasn't about to let you get punch on my behalf. Wouldn't have been very ladylike."

He wasn't sure if that explanation made sense but he didn't particularly care at the moment. All he could think about was how long her eyelashes were and how pink her lips had become. He stopped wondering who she was and what she'd been doing, he just wanted to kiss her again. He didn't hesitate in asking if he could by her a drink.

"Guess that answers the question about you being here with a girl," she laughed. He loved the sound, it was beautiful. And this girl had beautiful written all over her. "I'd love to say yes but I've got to get home."

"Curfew?" he asked, with his eyebrow raised, acting as if she weren't over twenty one.

She shook her head, but there was something oddly . . . teasing in her expression. "I've got to meet a someone. I was supposed to meet him earlier but that jackass kind of held me up," she said, rolling her eyes in disgust.

He smiled. "I guess I'll see you then." He didn't want her to leave, but he'd never ever chased a girl in his life and while she was ceritanly something else, he wasn't about to start.

She grinned, and leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for being my knight in shining armor," she laughed and offered him a wink. "Bye Zach."

She turned away from him then, weaving her way through the throng of people.

As he watched her go he suddenly felt like he'd run into a solid wall. Her shiny hair dissapeared in the crowd and his brain returned to his body. He had realized two things. The first was: he didn't know her name. Secondly: she knew his. He was certain he'd never told it to her. The thought sent anxiety through his veins.

He frantically looked up and searched for her blonde head but she was already long gone. He should have known when she caught the punch from Jack. He should have known by the ridiculous amount of strength she had used to keep his face glued to hers. And all her teasing and mishcevious demeanor. He should have known.

"Dammit," he cursed himself. He had to admit it to himself now: the CIA had been right. She was good.

He had just let Cameron Morgan slip through his fingers.

:*:*:*:

He didn't waste any time running out of the club, anxiously looking for her, asking people on street if they knew which way she'd gone. But of course, no one had seen her. She was the chameleon after all. Still, they were supposed to be on the same side, and she was playing mind games like that.

She was probably laughing about it right now. Thinking she was so clever for tricking him. Zach wanted to pull his hair out for not realizing it was her.

If he didn't feel such an attraction to her he'd probably be absolutely loathing her right now. She was a year and a half younger than him and she was better.

Supposedly— he wasn't going to let something like that happen again. He was the better spy and he'd prove it.

Just when he thought she had disappeared into thin air, he glimpsed her figure across the street. If he hadn't been looking he wouldn't have thought it were the same girl. Her hair was in a ponytail, her dress magically replaced by skinny jeans and a t-shirt, her heels traded out for a pair of flip flops.

He immediately shot across the street, following her, making sure to keep himself concealed. He could be chameleon-like too.

He tailed her back to where she must live. He waited a few minutes before knocking on her door.

She opened it, in another new outfit— her pajamas.

He laughed quietly. She looked younger now, her age. It was hard to believe she'd just been a confident woman who looked like she was in her twenties.

"Cameron Morgan," he greeted his signature smirk on his face, completely keeping his cool.

"Cammie," she said, obviously not liking the use of her full name. "You found me," she said. "I guess you're better than I thought."

He would have to say the same, but he'd never admit it to her. "I followed you."

This actually seemed to surprise her. "Huh, I really didn't see you."

It was a compliment so he said, "thank you."

She smiled now, an easy going smile that made him really want to kiss her. For the second time.

"So who was the guy? Some mission?"

She laughed and shook her head, leaning against the doorway. "An ex-boyfriend," she explained. "I really did need you— that guy was a total creep."

"So why did you date him?"

She shrugged. "I date a lot of guys. I'm attracted to assholes— it's a curse."

He smirked. "Want to tell me why you ran away?" he asked. "We're on the same team."

"It was too tempting to resist," she said, smiling. "Anyway I'd rather talk here than in some filthy LA bar with guys hitting on me left and right."

"And strange girls grabbing and kissing you?"

She had the decency to blush. "Again, thank you." Zach was surprised at her reaction. It amazed him how she could be one person one moment and another the next. But he guess that was just the way they lived, it wasn't like he hadn't done it before. It was what made them good spies: pretending to be something they weren't.

"I think I have nail marks on my neck," he joked, rubbing it. He was certian actually, it might even scar.

She held out her hand and inspected her nails. "You'll live." She glanced back in the room. "Want to come in?"

He smiled at her invitation, and walked in behind her, closing the apartment door.

"Sorry about running away," she apologized. "You just didn't realize and from what I've heard about you—"

"Which would be what?"

She smiled. "The best of the best."

He shrugged.

"Modest I see." She walked towards the fridge. "Want something to drink?"

"Beer?" he joked, knowing she was seventeen. He was surprised when a bottle came flying his way. She offered him a sly smile.

"I bet you've read my cover."

He uncapped the bottle and raised an eyebrow. "Which one?"

"Fair enough. Not my cover then, but my file."

He shook his head. "I wanted to see if I could find you on my own."

She laughed. "I was wondering why you were having such a hard time," she smiled. "Now I know I saw you way before you even had any idea who I was."

It felt like a low blow, even though he knew she didn't mean it to hurt him. He didn't think she was capable of hurting a fly, and yet he could tell she had a lot strength and fire in her.

He nodded, but didn't say anything.

"What?" she asked. "Jealous I figured it out first?"

"Nope," he said, acting as though it didn't bother him at all. She laughed then, in way he knew that she knew he was lying.

"Boys," she said to herself. "I know you all too well."

"I'm not like most boys."

"Of course not, they never are." She said. She leaned closer to him. "Then Zach Goode, what are you like?"

He didn't answer her. "I can't believe you're only seventeen."

"Prestigious spy school," she said. "Best of the best."

"Really?" he asked, his voice stark. "I don't remember seeing you at school."

She rolled her eyes. "All girls."

"Westmont?"

She shook her head. "Gallagher."

This surprised him; she seemed like a city girl, the kind of girl that was raised in LA. Not an all girl's boarding school in the middle of nowheres-ville Virginia.

"Ah," he said. "A Gallagher Girl."

"You'd know that if you read my file."

"Do you want me to or something?" he wondered. "Is it that impressive?"

She gave him a giddy smile he noticed she was only too happy to give.

"If I do say so myself."

"What about me?" he asked. "You read mine?"

She pulled a manila folder of the coffee table and tossed in his lap. "I like to know who I'm dealing with. What kind of things I'm getting myself into."

He laughed and took a sip of his beer. "And that helped?"

She frowned. "No, almost everything is classified." She didn't mention that most of hers was too.

He grinned. "The best of the best."

"I think we're going to have to stop using that phrase. Anyway, I take it I don't get to find out about these classified missions?" she asked.

He smirked. "Maybe one day. When you have clearance."

"You're very vague when it comes to questions, if you aren't dismissing them directly."

He shrugged. "Observant, and I don't like talking about myself."

She didn't say anything, but then set her beer on the table and got up. She walked to the kitchen and grabbed another manila envelope.

"Have you even looked at the mission?"

"Have you?"

She rolled her eyes as he dodged yet another question.

"Yes."

She tossed it to him. "There's some drug lord in LA, he likes playing games with the feds."

"I'm sure," he said as he pulled papers from the envelope. He skimmed through it when something caught his eye. He groaned and said out loud "Grant's working on this case?"

She nodded. "Newman, yeah, why do you not like him or something?"

"Do you know him?"

She nodded. "My best friend dated him."

"Bex," Zach recalled from memory.

"Yeah," she said. "How did you know?"

He pointed to his chest and said, "spy."

She rolled her eyes. "Do you have a problem with him?"

Zach shook his head. "We went to Blackthorne together. But he was a year or two above me. He's cool. Unless he's being stupid and annoying."

"He's like a big teddy bear," she argued.

"A big annoying teddy bear," Zach corrected.

"You have no heart if you don't love Grant Newman."

"I never claimed to have one."

"Well I can already tell you are going to get on my nerves."

"You're just jealous of my mad skills."

"Wrong," she said. "You're jealous of me because you couldn't fine me. Remember?"

That was completely true, but he was never going to admit it.

"Sure," he said, as sarcastically as he could. "Sure. You're absolutely right about that."

"Whatever," she said, as if she knew he was lying. She probably did. "Anyway," she said and redirected their attention to the manila envelope lying open on the black coffee table. "Back to the mission."

"Jeez, this could take over a year?" Zach wondered as he flipped through it, but wasn't really giving it the attention it deserved. "Hell of a long time."

She shrugged. "It's a deep cover assignment Zach. It will probably last longer than even that. We've got to build up appearances."

"Right," he said. "For me to become a italian mob boss and deal with his men and for you to be my girlfriend."

Cammie snatched the papers out of his hands. "Fiancé"

He laughed. "Fine, for you to be my fiancé." She glared at him, and he gave her a nonchalant nod. "Exciting stuff." Cammie knew why he said that. Because in this day in age and the people they were going to be dealing with, her part in the mission would be rather boring. Zach would be doing most of the work, she was there for appearances.

She huffed and handed him the papers back. "I hate being a girl."

"Sucks to suck."

"You're an ass."

"Thanks babe."

"I'm not your girlfriend yet. The mission doesn't start for another two weeks."

Zach scratched his chin. "Fiancé," he corrected and then said, "funny, I remember kissing you tonight."

"I bet you do, and I bet you loved every second of it," she rolled her eyes.

He shrugged. "It wasn't too bad."

Actually it had been amazing, but he wasn't about to admit that to her. She'd probably make fun of him. She seemed like a girl who liked to tease.

"Up to this conversation I was actually thanking you for doing that," she said. "But now— since I've met you— I'm starting to regret my decision. Jack wasn't as much as an ass, he'd be easier to deal with."

"I'm sure," he said. Knowing that guy was not a nice guy. He knew guys like that, and he was not one of them, even if he was making Cammie believe he was.

"Anyway," he yawned. "It's late, I'm gonna head home."

"Fine by me," she replied. He heard the annoyance in her tone and sent her a grin.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot."

"No," she said. "We got off on the right foot, and then you were an ass."

Zach almost snorted, that was most people's first impression of him.

"I'm gonna tell you a secret," Zach said, as if he were trying to keep the peace. "I'm not an ass all the time. I promise if you put up with me while I am, I'll make it worth your while."

"Make it worth my while?" She repeated. "What does that even mean?"

He shrugged. "You're a spy, figure it out."

She obviously wasn't going to reply to his cryptic remarks so he spoke again. "I'll see you in two weeks," he said and gave her a mini salute and headed to the door, his beer still in his hand.

"Thanks for the beer."

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