I had this idea the other day when I was half asleep during a 3 hour drive. Obviously I'm not Ally Carter, so consider this story disclaimed. Read on

Never had the CIA seen a couple like Cameron and Zach Goode. After their meeting on a mission when they were both 21, anyone around them could tell they were completely meant for one another. Everyone, but them. Fate had pinned them against each other countless times, but they still managed to pull through. She was born a spy and he was raised an assassin. Her mother showed nothing but love and affection, while his just made him miserable throughout his life. Yet they persevered, coming out stronger each time. Now at age 28, both were top of the CIA, going on short missions once a month and a long one yearly, yet both always made time for the other. Invincible. Unstoppable. The Golden Couple. Nothing could stop them. Nothing could break their control.

Except the other.

"CAMMIE," a very distressed Zach Goode cried out, desperately trying to fight his way through the highly trained CIA nurses. The hospital was warm and white, yet the handsome, dark- haired, furious man seemed to darken the whole place. "Let me see my wife," his green eyes pleaded.

Cammie herself was on a stretcher, unresponsive. They had found her like that at the safe house in Prague. She was supposed to return from her month long mission today. She had stopped calling in the day before. An hour ago they picked her up. With her dirty blonde hair dyed brown, and her unusually pale face, Cammie looked nothing like herself. Her eyes were closed as the doctors took her through the doors, despite her husbands protests.

"Cammie," he sobbed, continuing to attempt to fight his way through the wall of nurses, almost succeeding, until a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him further away from the love of his life. Zach still managed to almost slip out of the grasp though. That is until Grant's deep, even voice called out. "Bex, help me out."

Realizing he could do no harm against both of them, he stopped fighting. Grant Newman cautiously let go of Zach as he understood that his friend had given up, and Zach plopped into a chair. Face in hands, shoulders slumped in defeat; the cocky, mysterious Zach Goode was almost as unrecognizable as his wife. He felt a hand touch his arm in a comforting gesture, and looked up to see the one person who could possibly understand the pain he was in.

Rebecca Baxter.

Tears streaming down her face, she looked as beautiful and exotic as ever. But Zach didn't see that. He saw his best friend's girlfriend who loved Cam just as much as he did. Bex opened her arms for a hug and Zach returned the gesture. Grant, who thought of Cammie as a sister but was nowhere near as close to her as the other two, understood the exchange for what it was: mutual comfort from two people who just lost their rock in this world.

Once they parted, the Grant and Bex left to call the others, and warn them of the bad news. Liz and Macey would be heartbroken. Jonas and Nick (Macey's current boyfriend, who seems to be a keeper) would lose a friend and co-worker they'd come to love and respect. But only Zach had lost his other half.

He sat alone in the waiting room all night. Nurses and Doctors tried to make him leave. He wouldn't. Cam's friends came and went, all of them distraught, Liz and Macey more than others. He stayed. He didn't sleep, didn't eat, until 15 hours after they had took her away. A doctor came out, clipboard and all, and Zach prepared another excuse to why he was still here, but it was unnecessary.

"I'm Dr. Henry. You may come see her," was all the doctor said, before turning on his heels. Zach followed him down the hall, trying ignore the suffering going on in the rooms he passed, until Dr. Henry stopped at a door. "She's in there." He looked at the distraught young man in pity before gesturing for him to walk through the door first.

Zach stayed outside the door for a moment, all the while praying Please don't be dead, Please don't be dead, Please Please Please.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped through the door. (A/N I was soo tempted to end the chapter that way, but I didn't. Yay me!)

Cameron Ann Goode lay down on a small, white bed, in the clean sterile room. She had one of those hospital gowns on, and her hair was sprawled around her but to Zach she was still the most beautiful girl in the world.. He saw her take a breath and hope filled his chest. She was alive! She was just sleeping! Ecstatic, Zach rushed to her bedside and grabbed her hand.

"Cammie, Honey, can you wake up?" When she didn't answer he began to worry, because spies are always light sleepers, "Cam, please answer."

When the damned doctor looked at him in sympathy again, he knew something was wrong.

"Cam, your not mad are you? If I knew the mission was going to go this bad I would've-"

"Mr. Goode," Dr. Henry inturpted, "I'm afraid she can't."

"Like hell she can't, she's alive and breathing. She's just sleepi-" he stopped talking in shock. Zach had just noticed the IV she was hooked up too, and the still constant paleness. The truth hit him before the words came of of his mouth.

"Mr. Goode, I'm afraid your wife is in a coma.

Personally I like it. No its not a one-shot. I have a lot of ideas for where this could go, but I kinda need some moral support, so if you could be a dear and hit that review button for me. Thanks

-Sarah