if you love zach enough, let's get OMZ going around. or say that omg stands for ohmygoode.

"Open up, Cam!"

Cammie Morgan groaned and rubbed her eyes. She checked the time. Two in the afternoon. She sat up and looked around. There were discarded beer bottles and a half-empty bag of Lay's scattered around her couch. She thought about picking them up. But really, it depended on who was at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Grant!"

Forget cleaning up. Grant didn't care. She went to open the door.

"What do you want?" She asked lazily. Grant stood back, surprised.

"Bex told me you were in bad shape," Grant said. "But not this bad."

"Great, so do I get a fruit basket or something?" She rubbed her forehead and went into the kitchen, Grant following her. The door shut closed automatically behind him. She rummaged around her fridge.

"No, no fruit basket." Grant flinched as he entered the kitchen. It was worse than the living room. "Look, Cam, it's been two years."

"Since what?"

"You know what."

Cammie popped up, a milk carton in one hand and a box of cereal in another. "Oh. That. Is that bowl clean?" She pointed to a bowl next to Grant.

"No."

"Great. Hand it to me."

"Oh come on, Cammie. You know those.. types of guys. You should've expected it. Not to mention, it's been two years."

"Yeah. You established that. And those types of guys..."

"Your lifestyle is horrible. Everyone is seriously getting worried."

"I'm fine," she argued, pouring the cereal into the bowl.

"Your field work is great. You've taken out half of the criminal world. But look-" Grant held up a spoon, which was encrusted with something molding. "-at this."

"Give me that," Cammie said. She rinsed in it in her sink and ate her cereal. "I'm fine. My pay is great. I watch ER everyday. I'm fine."

"If you're doing so fine, come with me and Bex to her birthday dinner."

Cammie rolled her eyes. "Is this another set-up? Because your last cousin was disgusting."

"Says the girl eating out of an old bowl and a moldy spoon," Grant pointed out. "No. The whole team is going to be there. You just need to... socialize. Come on, Cammie."

Cammie stopped for a moment. Then, in a flash, the bowl was in pieces on the floor, and she was next to Grant. She grabbed his arm, wrapped it around his back, kicked open the door, and threw him out. Literally. "Get out."

"Shit, Cam, I think you broke my arm!" Grant cried.

"Stop trying to make me feel better." Cammie snapped. "I'll call you an ambulance."

"Great. Thanks."

"Zach Goode. You know what to do." Beep.

"I think I might've said something to you. Well, I mean of course I probably said something, because you're Zach Goode, and you're never wrong-."

"Am I being a cynic for thinking that-"

"Okay, look. We have a mission in three days. It's doable by one person, but two people ensure safety and protection, and everyone else has evened out."

"Korea, huh. Really? You couldn't even stay in America?"

"This is an attempt to guilt trip you. I got shot. And fuck, it , not now, but it did then."

"If you've been taken in by a terrorist, tell the terrorist to pass this message along. I'm on probation for 'sloppy' and 'irresponsible' actions and reactions. I swear to God, if you lose me my job, I will kill you."

Cammie woke up suddenly. Nightmare. Dream. Nightmare. Dream. Voices swirled around her head for a moment, and then the phone rang.

"Hello?" Cammie answered, but in her dazed state, it sounded more like 'lo'.

"Cammie! Please tell me it isn't true," Bex cried.

"What?"

"Did you break my fiancé's arm?"

Cammie paused. "Um..."

"Oh, Cammie," Bex sighed.

"Sorry." Cammie apologized. "I was on a rage spiral."

"Cammie, you are so out of it." Bex said.

"He criticized me."

"You don't just go around and break people's arms, Cam."

"I'm sorry! I just- I dunno, he was annoying me. Do you want me to pay your hospital bills? I mean-"

"Cammie, I just want you to be Cammie again. Come to my birthday thing. Macey and Liz and everyone will be there." Bex pleaded. She sighed.

"Okay, okay, whatever, fine." She said. "What do you want for your birthday?"

"Nothing, except for you to be there." Bex said. "And to have fun."

"Fat chance," she yawned.

"Try, at least."

"Okay, I will."

"Thank you, Cammie. You were starting to scare me." Bex paused. "And also, I want you to meet someone-"

"No. No way." Cammie interrupted.

"Please?" Bex asked. "Just one little meeting. He's new to the team. And he's totally sweet."

"No."

"Well, I'm inviting him anyways," Bex said.

"Yeah, I'm hanging up now. Bye."

Click.

Zach Goode entered the store five minutes before it closed.

"We're closing up soon," the cashier said. Zach nodded, going to the back where all the drinks were. He chose a bottle of Coke and began to walk back, when some M&M's caught his eye. He stared at them for a second, then chose two yellow bags of peanut M&M's and made way to the register. "Will that be all?"

"Yeah," Zach confirmed.

"Four dollars even." Zach handed over a bill as the cashier bagged the items. "You can keep the change."

"Thanks, man," the cashier replied, smiling. He probably thought he had made a friend. "Have a nice night."

Spies can only try.

45731. That was the passcode for him two years ago. Hopefully, it hadn't changed. "Accepted. Zachary Goode. Level nine clearance." A robotic voice droned. Zach smiled a little bit, then pushed open the door.

He faced the Gallagher Wing of the CIA. It was just how he remembered it. Offices on one side. Everything else on the other. A small cafeteria at the very end.

A head popped out an office a little bit ahead of him.

"Hey, man," his old best friend said. Zach walked a bit closer. "Holy-"

The figure fell out of his chair. "Holy shit, is that you?"

"Hey, Grant," Zach greeted. "Nice to see you."

"Um, you too," Grant said. "You do realize it's been two years, right?"

"Yeah." Zach nodded.

"I can't believe your back," Grant said, sitting up in his chair again. "The timing is actually kind of ironic. Come in." Zach stepped inside the office, which had a new addition: a framed picture of Bex with a shiny ring on her fourth finger.

"Wow, you-"

"Proposed, yeah," Grant finished, signing something on his desk. He flipped a page, filled out a couple more, flipped another page, and circled something.

"Paperwork this late?" Zach asked. "When did you start working so hard?"

Grant raised his eyebrows. "Actually, I've only been working for a few hours. I was in the clinic for a broken arm." He held up a broken arm.

"What'd you get that from?" Zach asked, sitting down.

Grant blinked. "Um, I fell down some stairs."

"Wow, you haven't changed at all," Zach said, laughing. Grant gave a nervous laugh and scrawled something down.

"I can probably think of some people who have changed. A lot," he muttered.

"What was that?"

Grant looked up. "Nothing." He finished up the last page. "Well, everyone missed you."

Zach nodded. Grant was a terrible liar. Zach often wondered why he chose this field.

"Everyone meaning..." Zach asked.

"You know. The team. Or, what's left of it. Two years, man. That's a long time."

"Yeah, I am aware I was away longer than I intended," Zach said carefully. "The mission was harder than expected."

"Because it was the mission that kept you in Siberia," Grant muttered.

"Korea, first of all," Zach corrected. "What do you mean 'What's left of the team'?"

Grant shuffled his papers and scanned them.

"Like I said, two years is a long time. People have left, been replaced, promoted," Grant started. "You left, Liz went to the analytical field, Mick went to weaponry, two guys named Josh and Will replaced you and Cammie in the PA department-"

Zach frowned. "Cammie left the Gallagher?"

Grant sighed. "Yeah. Lots has changed."

"I can see that," Zach said, surprised. He leaned back. "Hey- does she still live in the same apartment?"

Grant froze. "You aren't going to try and see her, are you?"

"Well, I mean, why wouldn't I?"

Grant snorted. "Well, you're Zach Goode. I think she hates you."

"I'll apologize," Zach said confidently. "It's not my fault the CIA decided to-"

"Was it, Zach?" Grant asked. "Because you guys had hit the month mark, and that's when you usually... " Grant paused. "Nevermind."

"Tell me," Zach said, sitting up. Grant tapped away at his computer for a few seconds.

"Well, it's just, this isn't exactly the first time it's happened." Grant explained.

"What's happened?"

"You- running away from your... I don't even know what to call it. Your closet buddy?" Grant said, screwing up his face. "Your sex friend? I would call them hookers, except I know you don't pay-"

"What?" Zach cut him off, trying to understand.

Grant sighed. Sure, they were best friends, but there were some things even Grant couldn't tell Zach. "This happens a couple times a year." Grant said vaguely.

"That's informational."

"You seriously want the truth?"

"Yes, I do."

Pause.

"Okay. Well, every month, you decide you want some girl. So, you sweet talk her into the janitor's closet, or into your apartment, or the backseat of your car -actually, I don't want to know about that one- " Grant stopped. "And then, when thirty or so days is up, I guess you get bored, or something, and you go on a secret mission on the other side of the world for anywhere from five weeks to two years."

"It was just a coince-"

"I can count six girls off the top of my head." Grant said. "Tina. Eva. Courtney. Kim. Georgina from the Harrison team. Alexa from New York. That MI6 agent... Katie? Kaitlyn? Probably both."

"Her name was Kate." Zach interjected. But Grant wasn't finished.

"And now, Cammie Morgan. My girlfriend's best friend. Holy shit, man." Grant said. "I mean, I know you thought she was hot, but she's... Cammie."

"Yeah, and if you give me her address, I'll apologize to her-"

"First of all, it's not going to be as easy as 'sorry I ditched you for two years, let's make up'. She was extremely hurt. I have no idea why. Well, I kind of do. I mean, usually, you at least call. Once. And don't ditch them when they go on a Grade A mission. And don't let them get shot." Grant took a breath. "She's hurt, and her best friends are your best friends. So I think you'll need a lot more than an apology."

"Then what do I do?" Zach asked.

Grant shook his head, shrugging. "You owe her two years of her life, Zach. If you can give her that, whatever. But-"

"Yeah. I get it. Two years is a long time."

"Actually, I wish you luck. This-" he held up his broken arm. "-actually wasn't from falling down the stairs. She did this to me. And it was an invitation to a birthday party. Which she declined, by the way. I have no idea what she'll do to you."

"That's definitely a scary thought."

"Actually, speaking of Bex's birthday dinner, do you want to come? It's tomorrow at eight. As you know, Cammie declined, but we made a reservation for her. You can take her seat."

Zach yawned. "Okay. I'll be there."

notes: sorry to make zach sound like such a manwhore. it makes the ending more dramatic. that was oddly sane of me to say.

well, i didn't hate it too bad, and hopefully neither would you. and yes. the characters are OOC. it's au.