*I'm only doing this once because I forget everytime... I DO NOT OWN GALLAGHER GIRLS... that is it, the 1 and only disclaimer I will do...

Okay... I've been wanted to write a story like this ever since I found the site. But I had trouble getting the ideas worked out... but FINALLY! If you read my other stories you should know that I have added chapter 3 to It's Not A Cover Anymore, it is VERY short but i'm adding chapter 4 VERY soon. As far as Odd Spies Out i'm in sort of a blah mood with that story... BUT fear not! I will continue it, just need to get out of my slight writers block with that one. I have also decided that I am going to start responding to reviews before each chapter... I'm hoping maybe this might get me more reviews... I wish you guys reviewed more... sigh

Sooo...

I NOW PRESENT YOU

* Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue You're My Boyfriend's Best Friend I Can't Love You - i know its a mouthful and FanFiction wouldn't let me post the whole title*


Chapter 1

Objective- Locate and retrieve Agent Zachary Goode

Location- Ludlow, Vermont

Cover- You and a few others will be going on vacation together. You and your fiancé are interested in getting married in Vermont.

Name- Amy Reel

Age- 23

Hair- Light Brown

Eyes- Green

Family- Lindsey Tyler/Elizabeth Sutton (Sister), Emmett Tyler/Jonas Anderson

(Brother-in-law)

Friends- Chase Cook/Grant Newman (Fiancé), Aubrey Westting/Rebecca Baxter,

Zoey Hanson/Macey McHenry

Likes- Photography, Skiing, Action Movies, Spaghetti, Cookie Dough, Watching

Sports on TV

Dislikes- Insects, Long Car Rides, Waking Up Early, Green Beans, the Beach

I stepped out of the front passenger seat, my Uggs hitting the black pavement as I stood in front of the hotel waiting for Grant to check-in. I walked past the hotel and stared at the mountain in front of me. The rows and rows of trees reminded me of the forest that lay behind the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, cough cough, spy school. The school that I attended. Because apparently I'm special… if by special you mean that I can speak 14 different languages, tail a CIA agent without being caught, and kill a man with a tube of lipstick 5 different ways, then yeah, I'm special.

But I've never really felt special. I mean I am the Chameleon. I blend in for a reason; my average looks don't tend to catch many eyes. Just Josh's… and Zach's. They are the only ones that have ever made me feel a little special. Josh was my first kiss, Zach my first love.

My heart started to ache as I thought about Zach; I haven't seen him in 3 months. I know spies aren't suppose to get attached but you can't help but be attached to your 5 year boyfriends (even if for 2 of those years you weren't technically together because said boy hadn't asked you to be his girlfriend. Who knew he needed to be threatened with an eyelash curler by Macey and Bex in order to get that hint?).

I snapped out of my little thoughts when an arm snaked its way around my waist, and a pair of lips tickled my ear. "Cammie, I thought I told you to wait in car."

"I guess I don't listen to directions very well Grant."

"Someone needs to be a bit more obedient."

"Silly boy, don't you know? Well-behaved women rarely make history." I smirked as I turned my head towards my "fiancé."

Grant Newman gave me one of his what-the-hell looks. "Who said anything about making history?"

"No one," I laughed. I grabbed his hand and we walked back to our silver SUV. When we closed the car and headed towards the parking garage I asked Grant a question. "Who else is here?"

"Liz and Jonas are here, across the hall from us. They're probably hacking into something trying to find Zach's whereabouts…" I giggled. Grant raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"You sound all official saying whereabouts." Okay, so I may be twenty-one years old but I still have my immature moments.

"You are one crazy girl, Morgan. You know that... Anyway, Macey is out shopping. She'll be living down the hall from us along with B…Bex," I saw his eyes glisten when he said her name; "She'll be here tomorrow, after she finishes up a quick mission in New York."
"Grant, how are you after… the break-up?"

"I'm fine…" He was lying, sure it didn't look like he was lying (after all you don't graduate from spy school without learning the art of lying.) but a feeling in the gut of my stomach told me Grant Newman wasn't telling the truth.
"You don't have to lie to…" but I wasn't able to finish because Grant turned his head towards me as he parked the car in the garage.
"Not now Cammie."

"Well, what do we do first?" I questioned as I dropped my luggage down in front of the dresser.

"We're having dinner with the hotel manager and his wife to look into the idea of a wedding on the mountain. So, I suggest you go into the bathroom and get changed into that nice black dress I know Macey packed for you."

"When did you get so organized and smart?"

"When did you start asking so many questions?"

"I'm a spy… and I lived with Tina Walters for six years." I picked up my dress and went into the bathroom. When I came out, went over to Grant who was struggling with his tie. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Zach was always so on-top of things. I guess compared to him I just looked like his sidekick, nothing too special."

"I know how that feels," I mumbled. Grant looked up, probably hearing me. I thought he would question my words, but he didn't.

"Can you help me with this tie?"

I smirked as I walked over to him in my high heels. I grabbed his tie as looked up at him, "For someone who can handle a gun really well, you are pretty clueless when it comes to ties. But I'll forgive you." After tightening it up a bit I stepped back. "You clean up nice."

Grant smiled, "I try."