Hi guys, this is the first chapter so please comment and tell me if you think I should carry on with this or not. I'd love to hear your thoughts (If only I were Edward Cullen:)) Disclaimer! I own nothing! It's all Ally Carter. The story line idea might be mine but Im sure its been done before :D Enjoy!
Saoirse24 Xx
CHAPTER ONE
Liz' POV;
Hi, my name is Elizabeth Sutton but please, just call me Liz or Lizzie if you like. I am the head of the 'Research and Development' track at the CIA. I went to 'Gallagher academy for exceptional young woman', a school for spies. My best friends are Rebecca Baxter but call her Bex or you'll probably end up in the hospital (no kidding a guy was once in a comma after her decided to chance it and call her Rebecca but as I've told you it didn't go down to well ), Macey McHenry the senators daughter and Cameron Ann Morgan though everyone just calls her Cam or Cammie. Cammie was the best agent the CIA had to offer before being declared MIA and I remember the day we were told as clear as sunlight.
~Flashback~
I was given my morning coffee by my assistant Mandy and was on my way to the labs when I saw him, standing next to her chair in her office. Zachery Goode, Cammie's husband. He does the same thing every time she's gone on a mission but you see, this time she's been gone an extra month and no one has had any contact with her for a week and a half. We are all pretty much holding our breath. If she has not contacted a member of the CIA by the end of this week then she would officially be declared MIA and that would kill Zach. He would have to raise their two children Ann and Jared-twins-on his own. Without his Gallagher girl. His head snapped up as I walked in the room and lent against the door frame.
"She'll come back you know, it may not be now but she will eventually." I told him putting on a reassuring smile even though on the inside I wasn't so sure anymore. He looked me in the eye and all I saw was pain, sorrow and longing in them. A lone tier ran down his face rolled down his cheek as he whispered softly "I hope so."
Just then Bex and Macey burst into the room both in tiers. They looked between the two of us and I saw it in there eye's but I just didn't want to believe it.
"I-I-Is she…" He stopped when Bex shook her head,
"But she might not come back either." She said, crushing the hope I'd seen appear in his eyes only seconds ago. "We were all wrong, the Director told us they caught a COC agent passing false information. We were wrong, Cammie's been gone for almost a month and a half and as of now-" she took a deep breath before saying "She's officially MIA." No…
I saw Zach crumble to the ground as realisation hit him. Cammie the Chameleon was nowhere to be found and she may never be.
~Back to present~
Today Cammie has been gone 9years, 364days and 23 hours. We have an hour till tenyears and every spy knows what that means. The ten year mark is when the CIA have to call back there rescuers and hope for the best, giving up most of the hope that we've held on to. And right now, well I've given up hope. So that's why I feel like crying.
I walked down the hall, arriving at the main reception area ready to go find the girls when all of a sudden the entrance doors swung open and there, marching through it was a very dirty and beaten and yet still amazingly beautiful woman. She looked vaguely familiar with her bright blue eyes and what seemed to be blond hair. She stopped in the centre of the spy filled room and yelled so loud it almost hurt.
"WHERE IS JOSEPH SOLOMONE!" I turned to see Joe frozen in the corner starring at the woman; shock and fear clear in his eyes.
"How did you escape?!" He said, his voice rising in anger.
"Oh I'm just that Goode." She replied. She couldn't be! The woman stalked up to him, grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up against the wall then punched him hard in the jaw.
"You shouldn't have done that." He growled.
"What you goanna do, hah, shoot me again!" she yelled.
"Oh Mrs Goode id of thought you'd know me better by now. I never do the same thing twice." Joe's announcement made the whole hall gasp. Even the spy's that never showed any emotion (and I mean none, one of these guys got stabbed 12 times, nothing!) emitted a gasp of realisation.
It was her. It was really her. The one person that for years I had wanted to see more than anything in the world was standing across from me. In the same way I'd seen her so many times, hands around a bad guy's throat (though I was still a bit shocked about the whole Joe being a bad guy thing) looking dangerously close to snapping it and leaving him in the dirt.
Everything else in the world disappeared and all that mattered was that my best friend was there, safe. I was in so much shock I didn't even realise I was speaking until the whole room was staring at me.
"Cammie!"
