Mommy says that there are two things I'm not supposed to do:

1.) Look for my Christmas presents.

2.) Spy on mommy.

But I just had to know what I got for Christmas. So I didn't, break the rules I mean.

Daddy said he was going golfing with Mr. Joe. But I know the truth. Not because I could tell he was lying. Cause I couldn't. I'm not that good. Yet. It's because when I asked Mr. Joe if he could come play tea with me today he said that he wanted to but he was going somewhere that I forget the name of. Something about dead roses. (a/n get it? Blackthorne? I thought it was clever :/) and since daddy always tells me when he goes on missions I know he's gotta be going to get me presents.

I could probably run to the mall, its only about twenty blocks, and still look normal but I think daddy would notice a seven-year-old running behind him. So when daddy wasn't looking, I got into the trunk, making sure I could get out.

When I heard the car stop I waited two minutes after the door opened and closed. I opened up the trunk and immediately found daddy. I thought about just running to daddy and asking him what he's gunna get me. But then I realized that would be a stupid idea so I decided to follow him. Daddy always says tailing isn't like a string; it's like a rubber band. So whenever I saw a really cool toy in a window, I stopped, whenever I got thirsty, I got a drink (with the emergency 20 Grandma Morgan told me to keep in my sock), always keeping daddy in the corner of my eye.

Daddy went into the toy store and was walking around. He went behind a shelf and I couldn't see him anymore. I pondered what to do. On one hand, I didn't want to get caught. On the other, Aunt Abby says that being a spy isn't about not taking chances, it's about taking the ones that are worth it. If I didn't find out what daddy was getting me I might as well abort the mission. And I couldn't do that, not yet. This was my first mission! I couldn't abort now, I was going to find out or be grounded trying. So I took the chance. I regulated my pace and walked down the aisle. Daddy only glanced in my direction. He didn't recognize me! I was giddy with excitement. I made sure not to let it show though.

I had just enough time to peek at what daddy was getting me. My very own coms unit! No way! Of course it was for kids and it wasn't even comparable to mommy's or daddy's but I didn't care. I could have backup now! Like Bex! She would be so excited when she found out! We would be the best spy team ever! And we would kick some bad guy booty!

I needed to waste some time. So I went to the bestest place in the whole mall. The play-place! I went in and took off my shoes and put them in a cubbyhole.

I saw this boy who was different than all of the other kids. He was climbing on stuff and he didn't slip or anything and he was going really fast too. I bet he's a spy, kinda like me. I decided to ask him. So I went up to him. His eyes are really green, like the picture I made for mommy yesterday. He smirked. He was standing on top of a play thingy. "Can you come down?" I asked.

"Sure."

"I have a question."

"Okay."

"Are you a spy?"

He looked surprised, but quickie covered it, he smirked, "No, are you?"

I quickly grabbed his wrist and flipped him, and planted my small foot firmly on his chest. "No," I answered, stealing his smirk, "and you lied."

Before I knew what was happening, my feet were swept out from underneath me and I was lying on my back, arms pinned above me, "Yeah," he said regaining his smirk, "I guess I did."

Man, this kid was good. And for some reason I felt safe around him.

"Do you want to play?" I felt myself asking.

"Well I would, but this pretty girl I met flips really hard."

I blushed at the compliment. "We could just talk if you wanted to," I offered.

"I'd like that."

We sat down over to the side. I stared, "Why are you here?"

"My dad went shopping for a suit, how about you?"

A blush crept up my cheeks."You promise you won't tell?" he nodded, "I wanted to know what I got for Christmas. I tailed daddy."

"Wow," he looked genuinely impressed. "Who's your dad?"

"Matthew Morgan," I whispered quietly.

"He's your dad?" I nodded. "That is probably the coolest thing I've heard all week!"

I laughed at his enthusiasm.

"So tell me, how is the great Cameron Ann Morgan planning on getting back home?"

"Okay, so, 1. How do you know my name? 2. I never really thought that far. 3. Since you know my name I should get to know your's"

"Well, 1. Your dad is like my hero. I would be a bad admirer if I didn't even know the name of his only daughter. 2 I will help you think of something. 3. Zach Goode at your service." he bowed, in a very Renaissance way, and kissed my hand. I giggled, my cheeks mentionably pinker.

He sat down and I could tell he pondered what I should do. Finally, he spoke, "Do you have any relatives that wouldn't be mad and/or tell your parents"

I thought about it. Mom? No. Joe? Maybe, probably not. Aunt Abby! "My Aunt Abby's pretty cool." I said.

"Do you know where she is?"

"She just got home from a mission."

"Why don't you call her and ask her to pick you up?"

"I don't have a cell phone."

"I do, here." he handed me the phone.

I had Aunt Abby's number memorized, mommy made me. I punched in the number, "Hello?"

"Hi."

"Who is this?"

"It's Cammie, Aunt Abby."

"Oh, hey Cam, what do you need?"

"Could you come pick me up at the mall?"

"Sure, wait how did you get there? And when did you get a cell phone?"

"First, I kinda, sorta, snuck into the back of dad's car because I wanted to know what I got for Christmas. Second, I made a new friend and he let me borrow his."

"Oh, he? Hmmm." she said suggestively.

"Abby," I reprimanded, "He is standing right here and he is a spy, so be nice." I made it sound as though she had said a mean remark.

Zach raised an eyebrow. I mouthed "later" and he nodded.

"Okay, be there in about 15 minutes. Be good."

"Okay, I will."

When I was about to hang up with the phone I front of me she yelled, "And no kissing!"

Zach was right there! I turned I bright shade of pink and he, you guessed it, smirked. He took the phone, "No promises!" I heard Abby laugh before Zach hung up.

"Thanks"

"Your welcome."

We continued with small talk for 13 minutes and 27seconds before I decided it was time to go, I waited for a break in the conversation. "I need to go," I said politely.

"Okay," he said sadly. "So this is goodbye?"

I smirked at him, "Come on Zach, what would be the odds of that?"

And with that I walked out of the play-place and, if you want to be dramatic about it, his life. Only to walk back in and kiss him on the cheek before finally leaving Zach dumfounded.

A/N this is just a one-shot unless you want it to be more. I have an idea for it but it isn't like is burning in the back of my head. Oh and I thought about changing my penname to either Alyssa Benet (there's supposed to be an accent mark over the second e but I couldn't figure out how to do that so just imagine it's there) or ifyouneedagunitstoolate. Tell me what you think because according to the grade I got on my last English paper, my crud detector is broken. Badly.