I, Cammie Morgan, was one of the youngest members of the CIA. Bex had gone to work at MI6, Liz was cracking codes for NASA, and Macey was the only one who was with me at CIA, but she was older than me. I knew that Bex and Macey had both been on exciting missions, and that Liz had cracked some world-changing codes, but I had yet to go on a great mission. That day, I was sitting in my office, going through paperwork, when my name was called to go to the Director's office. Hoping I had finally gotten my break, I walked towards his office as fast as I could without looking like a total loser rookie.

I greeted him in his office, and sat down. He didn't say anything, so I waited impatiently. 3.4 seconds later, someone else came into his office. "Sorry I'm late," the tall newcomer breathed. I didn't turn around, despite the fact that I knew that voice all too well. I hadn't seen him since my last year at Gallagher, six months ago. After we got jobs, I assumed he was a mission, doing something a lot more fun than what I was stuck with.

"Sit, Agent Goode." The Director told Zach. He looked at both of us sternly. "I have gone through your records, and it seems that you too are the only ones capable for the mission I am about to give you. You are both the best young pavement artists this agency has ever seen, and, you have the added benefit of knowing each other and working well together." The Director glared at us. "You DO know each other well, am I right?"

Zach smirked and nodded. I rolled my eyes. This would be interesting. The Director handed us our mission files and told us that we would be leaving by plane the next morning at 4AM. 4AM? Seriously? I didn't show my disbelief as I walked out of the office, clutching the mission file to my chest. This was my chance to go on an amazing mission! Zach caught up to me and pulled me back.

"Gallagher Girl, meet me at my apartment at 2AM tomorrow, okay?" He whispered, brushing past me. I was about to point out that I didn't know where he lived until I noticed a piece of paper in my skirt pocket. I sighed. Of course…the brush pass was one of Zach's favourite ways to annoy me. I should have guessed.

I left the agency, gathering my things. I didn't have anyone to say goodbye to, because Macey was already on another mission, and the other girls were halfway across the world anyway. So, I went back to my apartment and read the mission file. My cover was a 24 year old (I know, a bit older than I was, but I could pull it off) woman named Nathalie or Nat St. Claire, engaged to a Damon Jones. Damon Jones? What a horrible cover name for Zach, I thought. Wait….I was ENGAGED TO ZACH? Oh God.

Our mission goal was to tail three people in hopes of collecting all the information we could about them, and preventing them from the doing the disaster they were planning on. It was a little vague, but I was happy that I was finally going on a mission, so I didn't care too much about the details. I packed some clothes that were appropriate for our destination, New York, and tried to get a couple of hours of sleep before I had to meet Zach.

My alarm woke me up two hours later, at 1:30AM. Luckily, Zach's apartment was close, so I could take a cab. I showered, got dressed, and took my stuff down to the lobby of my apartment building, flagging down the only passing cab and getting in. I was at Zach's apartment at 1:58AM. Unfortunately for me, his elevator was broken, so I got to lug my suitcase up the stairs to the seventh floor, where his apartment was. When I was halfway up, I heard two people in the stairwell. One was coming up behind me and the other was creeping around the corner in front of me. I swung my suitcase around (à la Macey) and knocked out the guy behind me, sending him flying down the stairs. The guy in front of me was stronger, so I had the fight and kick him hard to get the upper hand. Soon enough, he made a mistake, and I managed to crawl under him until I was above him on the stairs. I kicked him down with all the force I could muster, and ran up the stairs as fast as I could to Zach's room.

I knocked on the door, trying to look casual and stay quiet so as not to creep out his neighbours. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the guys had recovered quickly, and was looking down the hallway to see where I'd gone. I knocked on Zach's door again, and this time he opened it. The goon was getting closer down the hall, so I threw myself into Zach's arms, startling him, until I whispered "Tail, three o'clock. Turn now," Into his ear. He spun me around, so that I was in his room, and he was shielding me from the field of vision of the guy outside. Zach closed the door quickly, putting me down and tossing my suitcase to me.

"Thanks," I panted, out of breath.

"No problem." He muttered, but he looked distracted, trying to hear if the guy was still outside.

"What happened, Cam?" He asked, turning his attention on me.

"Broken elevator, two guys in the stairwell, fought them, followed me, potentially from COC? " I still couldn't talk normally, because I was out of breath, but Zach knew me well enough to understand.

"No, they aren't from the Circle. Just some creeps, I think. You okay?" He asked, tossing me a water bottle.

I drank half of it in two gulps and nodded. "Yeah, thanks." I tossed the water bottle back to him, and he drank the rest just as quickly as I had. I stood up. "Ready?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but let's not leave yet. We have a bit of time, and I want to make sure those goons are gone. Sit down." He motioned to the couch.

I did, and while I thought his back was turned, I tried to fix my hair so it looked slightly less like an animal. Fighting two guys in a stairwell does not do good things to your hair. Zach was looking out the peephole in his door, and he deemed it safe to go. He grabbed his suitcase and I grabbed mine, and we walked down the stairs to the parking lot outside. He stopped in front of a sleek, black car that I didn't know the name of.

"Nice car." I mumbled, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Come on, Gallagher Girl, you don't even know what kind it is." Zach smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes. This was just like the old days. We got into the car and he started driving. I asked him where he'd been since Gallagher, and he told me as much about his mission as he could, but he enjoyed annoying me by telling me what was classified and making sure I knew he would never tell me.

We got to the airport about an hour later, and when he parked his car, he pulled out a ring. I looked at him, confused, until he said: "It's for the mission, remember, Gallagher Girl?" he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and put it on, saying: "Thank you…Damon." In the most lovey-dovey voice I could muster. He grimaced. "I hate that name." He grumbled.

We got through security pretty quickly, since it was like, 3AM, and we boarded the plane a half hour later. I was glad our seats were the only ones in our row, and I immediately snagged the window seat while he was putting his luggage in the overhead bin. Finally, we took off, and after the seatbelt sign turned off, I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned against the window, trying to get some sleep. It didn't really work, because every time I tried to move, I would either hit head, or bump into Zach, something I was trying to avoid. After 45 minutes of that discomfort, I looked at Zach, who was laughing at me. I rolled my eyes .I pointed to the lowered armrest and asked: "Can I…?" He nodded, still laughing at me, while I raised the armrest and gave myself a bit more room. I soon fell asleep against something hard but warm, and I was too tired to even care what it was.