So, I was rewriting this, and I got a few requests for a second part. So, I'm writing it! (and a lot more...)

I don't own the Gallagher Girls. (Otherwise I wouldn't be on this website.)

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My name is Rebecca Baxter. But if you call me Rebecca then you just guaranteed yourself a trip to the infirmary. Bex. Codename: Duchess. And there are some things you should know about me: My parents are elite agents in the MI6, and I plan to follow their footsteps. I've been training my whole life at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women along with my best friends Cammie, Liz, and Macey.

I'll start with Liz. She's the easiest piece of the puzzle. Her codename is Bookworm, and it's fitting. She spends her time in the library and the labs, constantly trying to figure something out. Her parents are teachers for a public school in Alabama. So she didn't grow up like most of us.

Macey has a much more complicated life. You see, her father is Senator McHenry and her mother is the icon for several makeup companies, including her own. Macey's been in the world of politics since the day she was born. It's her tendency to put on a mask and pretend. Cammie's story was a bit more abnormal.

Cammie was known for getting her nose into trouble. She was always coming out of the walls, covered in cobwebs and sporting a devilish grin. And she was the ultimate spy. Cammie was who I aspired to be. She was known as the Chameleon, but she was definitely in the eyes of all government organizations. When she'd graduate, she would have a job. No doubt. She had an early start in the lying-and-spying career.

Both of Cammie's parents were spies. Legendary spies. And Cammie is close on their heels. But her dad was KIA when we were in sixth grade. That's the year she joined Gallagher, and I came the next. And we've been inseparable ever since. Except when Cammie ran away.

Cammie has been gone since right before summer break. She left without a trace. Typical her. At first, we thought she had snuck to Roseville with Zach to catch a movie. But Zach came running into our dorm, her journal in his hand. She was gone.

Zach. He loves Cammie. Who wouldn't? Cammie loves him, too. Again, who wouldn't? Zach was the most amazing boy I've ever met. When his school did an 'exchange' with Gallagher, he was the first to catch my eye.

But I'd seen him before that. We were in DC. We were being tailed by who-knows-who and were going through the city's busiest places. I now know that he was tailing us, but I'll get to that later.

So, Cammie and I were walking by, and someone tall, dark, and handsome caught my attention. I turned on the charm, twirled and giggled. Cammie was all business, though, and made me leave, before I could say hello. But that wasn't the last I saw of him. He showed up at Gallagher only a few days later.

And he went straight to Cammie. Go figure. She always won! I mean, all my life, I had always been second place to her. So I poured all my energy into P&E, where only my slightly larger size gave me an advantage.

When the guys walked into our COW class, I was really hoping that Zach would sit by me. But, no, he sat next to Cammie and started flirting. Grant sat by me. And flirted. But under his tan skin and blonde hair was a typical boy brain. But Zach's chocolate locks and emerald eyes hid a boy who knew what made people tick and what made them melt. He was a spy, a good one. I wanted him for myself.

Tina even asked Cammie if she was interested. She said no! Why would she say no? It was Zachary Goode, and I was interested. Very. Yet Zach still chased after Cammie. And Cammie still didn't acknowledge the very hot boy who was around every corner.

From that point on, we deciphered Zach. Every little thing he said, every mannerism, and every little smirk was recorded and analyzed. We were picking him apart piece by piece. The pieces we could find, at least. There was virtually nothing. We had no clue. He was smoke. He was a shadow.

He was nothing.

The fact that he was almost unreal made me fall even more in love with him. Mysterious would just be tacked onto the list of handsome, smart, cocky, confident, strong, sly, and caring.

Zachary Good was perfect. Absolutely, positively the dream man. But he was drawn to Cammie. Wherever she was, he was close behind. But she didn't want him. Not at first.

The dance. The dance hit it home with me. Zach was walking down the stairs, and Cammie was upset about it. She had that boy literally holding on to her, and she wanted nothing more than for him to get away. Then they danced. I danced with him, too. But later in the night, they both snuck off. Together.

The worst part. The part that had absolutely broke my heart. The kiss. Zach ran into the foyer, and kissed her. In front of everyone. Then, Cammie finally realized that she had the perfect boy. They were together after that. Somehow Zach would always "accidentally" bump into her on missions, over break, actually in school, you name it.

But now he couldn't find her. They were separated for real this time. And the effect on him showed. When he couldn't find Cammie, he came to me. Like I said, second place. But he found me in Budapest, looking for Cammie. He thought that I'd have good news. Because he only had bad news.

"Ow, Bex!" He winced. I pulled my hand away from his head, which was lying in my lap. He sat up, and pressed a towel to his head, blotting away blood.

"You could've gone to a hospital." I said quietly, reaching for his head, once again. He leaned forward, and squeezed his eyes shut. I dabbed the alcohol-soaked towel against his head wound, grimacing whenever he made a little squeaking noise. I hated seeing him in pain.

"No, I couldn't have. They'd find me. Like they found her." He pushed my hand away, but grabbed the towel for himself.

"They didn't get to her. She's on her own." I desperately hoped that what I said was true. I wanted nothing more than for Cammie to be safe. Zach wanted the same thing.

"No. They have her. They told me that before they kicked my head to the pavement." He lay back on the couch, towel to his forehead. He looked so strange, lying there in pain. This was the very first time Zach Goode was breaking. He was an untouchable force, but somehow he'd been knocked off his feet.

And I hated it.

"And you just now decided to tell me this? You knew something about Cammie, but didn't tell? You come here, pass out on the couch all day, then when you wake up, you omit the thing I want to know most?" I raised my voice. My best friend was missing, and he didn't care enough to tell me? "My parents are coming home, and how do you think they'll react when the couch is stained with blood?"

"Well, maybe I didn't tell you right away, because my head was bleeding out and I didn't want this reaction?" He said, still covering his head. Quieter this time, "Maybe I was convincing myself that it wasn't true? I don't want her to be gone, Bex. I want her right here. But she's gone. I don't know where. But they have her. They have her, Bex. She's gone." His voice faded out while reciting his pessimistic mantra. It was pathetic watching him break. I decided to forgive him, for now, for not telling me sooner. I hated him like this. Becoming an emotional mess was not very good for his reputation.

Nor was giving out excessive information. "When'd they tell you? How did you find a member?" Why was he holding out on information?

"They found me." He pulled the cloth away from his forehead. His opposite hand ran through his hair, clearly distressed at missing his "other half".

"How did they find you?" It wasn't every day that Zachary Goode got caught.

"I don't know. But the man, I don't know who he was, came up from behind and said 'Your mom misses you. So does your girlfriend. They have a lot to catch up on.' And then he smashed my head into the concrete and…" He gestured toward his head, which was still bleeding. His towel was soaked, so I stood to go into the kitchen and get him a new one. As I was pulling one out of the cupboard, I heard the deadbolt unlock.

"Zach. What are you doing here? What happened?" My mother asked. I came out from the kitchen and handed Zach the clean cloth. He was sitting up, and he looked pained.

"Long story, mom. Anything new?" I was hopeful. Zach knew something, so maybe MI6 had found something out as well.

She gave a half-hearted chuckle, but the effort was useless. A straight-lipped expression took over her normally smiling face. "Cammie is way better than we've ever given her credit for. And, Zach, I expect a full story from you when your head is alright." She pulled a bottle of pills from her purse and handed them to Zach. No sooner than he had swallowed them, my dad came into the room. He glanced at Zach, but my mother talked first. "Later, honey." My dad closed his mouth and nodded at Zach, who muttered a "Hello, sir."

I grabbed the blood soaked towel from Zach's hand. He lay back onto the couch and my parents left. Zach was asleep within minutes, his hand still pressed to his temple.

"Why her, Zach? Why not me?" A whisper. He wouldn't hear. Even if he could, I knew he'd still pick Cammie.

He always did.

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Yeah. That's the revised version. So, to those of you who read it before: better? Those of you who haven't: Did you like it? So, drop me a review, and tell me what you think. Next part up soon. Maybe. IDK. REVIEW! J