This is for the disclaimer.

Harry Potter: Hey bro. What's your name?

Zach: Zach Goode, duh! I'm like the best spy of the century. Oops. Classified information. Forget I said that. Let's just pretend I'm called Harry Potter and I'm a wizard. Oh, and I'm totally cool.

Harry: I'm Harry Potter and I'm a wizard and I'm totally cool. But it's nice to meet you Harry Potter. Anyways, do you know this series called Gall-gall-gallag-gallag –

Zach: It's GALLAGHER, stupid!

Harry: Oh. Thanks. Well Hermione threatened to put wart-and-green-face potion into my food if I didn't read it. So do you know who owns all of it?

Zach: Well duh! I'm IN that story so of course I know who owns it. It's Ally Carter.

And sadly, I think it's going to stay like that.

Cammie's POV

Looking left and right to check the corridor was deserted, I sneak through the library in the dead of night, with only a dim flashlight to guide my way.

"I'm sure it's here somewhere…" I mutter to myself. "Found it!"

I reach out in front of me, to a book that looks so old that it actually freaks me out. It's called: How to Count Numbers Up to Ten. I smiled, as the whole shelf swung open to reveal a thin passageway. It isn't a dirty one, full of disgusting cobwebs and dust, because for the past couple of months, I had gone through it about forty times.

As I step inside, the shelf swings back into its original place and I am in pitch darkness. I quickly check my internal clock. 11:45. I've only got fifteen minutes left. I'd better hurry or Josh will start wondering. Using my hands on the wall as a guide I walk out of Gallagher and come out of a trashcan in an alleyway in the middle of Roseville. I hope Josh won't notice the small stains on my light pink dress. I jump out when I realise there's a boy who's just about throw something in the bin I jumped out of.

He's pretty cute – fine, he's really cute. He's got these this dark hair that flops around his eyes really mysteriously and he is so tall and muscular that I can't help but grin at what it would feel like in his arms. Best of all, he has these two emerald green eyes that gaze right into your soul. I can't stop staring into them.

Get a grip, Cammie, one voice in my head tells me.

But they're so damn dreamy.

Look at you. You're freakin' pathetic. You can't even hear what either of you are saying.

I'll stop staring in one minute.

No… don't… no… but… what about Josh… this voice is starting to fade out as my willpower crumbles.

Then he smirks and all my feelings about the boy disappear. He's just another conceited stranger.

Zach's POV

The hot girl in the dress hops out the trashcan like she does it all the time. She must be from Gallagher, cos that's the trashcan Mom told me leads into the school. Then I remember my cover and I throw the bag in the trashcan. She's staring at me a little weirdly but I decide to let that pass. I pretend to be staring at her like she's crazy to be stepping out of trash cans. She buys it.

"I… My fucking necklace fell in there so I had to fish it out," she explains and she holds up her necklace. She's so good that I, Zachary Goode, one of the best members of the CoC, almost believe her. Almost. I smirk at her. A flash of annoyance crosses her face but in half a second it's gone again and she's as happy looking as before.

I watch as she tosses back her brown hair so she can put on the necklace properly. Wow. I don't think I've ever seen anything so pretty. The girl hastily turns round the corner.

I spend about 5 mins wondering whether I should follow the girl or do what Mom told me to do: get into Gallagher and plant a bug in Cameron Morgan's room. Mom can wait.

By the time I've come out of the alleyway, I can't see the girl. Saturday night – obviously it's gonna be busy, but I can't see the girl anywhere, and I gotta say, with Mom's skills, I'm brilliant at tailing people.

Then I see a flash of pink and I'm on my way. A few minutes later, the girl stops outside the cinema. She goes inside. I go inside too.

"Josh!" she cries and runs across the foyer.

Then I see him.

It's a boy, about the same age, quite tall, with wavy brown hair. He is the kind of guy that girls would call 'fit'. He lifts the girl up and twirls her round. Then he kisses her. They buy their popcorn and some drinks and then walk together, hand in hand into the cinema.

I kick myself. Should've known. No girl as pretty as that would be single. Especially if she was sneaking out of school in a light pink dress on Saturday night. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I walk slowly away, back to work.

Cammie's POV

"Josh!" I squeal. "You're here!"

"Well, duh," Josh says. "It's a date with my Cammie. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

He lifts me up and swings me around. Then he kisses me deeply, not desperately or hungrily, but not gently either. He is such a cute boy sometimes. Then he puts an arm round my waist and we go to choose our popcorn and drinks.

"A pepsi for her, a coke for me, and salted popcorn," Josh says, raising an eyebrow as if to say that's what you like, right?

I nod. Josh is so sweet. He even knows what drinks and popcorn I like too.

As we walk to the screen number 6, I feel like I'm being watched. I look towards the entrance and I see the boy at the trash can kicking himself. I wonder why he's doing that.

The film is a scary one so I get the chance to snuggle up to Josh and hide my eyes on his shoulder when it gets to the particularly scary bits.

"Cammie, you've got something on your lips," Josh says right before the couple kiss, which makes me quite annoyed, but I turn to him anyway.

"Where?" I ask, rubbing my lip and pretending to care.

"Look, I'll get it for you," he says and I expect him to flick it off with his fingers, but he doesn't.

He kisses me, just as the couple kiss in the movie. [A/N Cliché, I know, but it's still sweet of Josh.] It's the perfect kiss. Seriously, Josh is the best kisser I know. It's not like I've kissed anyone else, but on the scale of kissing, he would be on the 'brilliant' mark at least.

I feel sad when we come out of the out of the cinema half an hour later. I love Gallagher, but sometimes it feels like a convent, with all girls and no boys. But I can't tell him I'm at Gallagher, or he'll think I'm just taunting him by dating. So I just hug him one last time and we arrange our next date. I'm gonna try for Wednesday, even though it's a school night. If I can't finish my homework… well, who cares? Liz will do it for me. She'll probably be ten times quicker than me anyways.

"Bye Josh," I whisper into his ear, and he cracks into a smile.

"See ya, Cammie," he calls back as I walk away into the darkness. "Love ya!"

Zach's POV

"Left," Mom whispers into through the comms unit. "Right. Now left. Left again. Good, Zachy, we're almost there."

"Don't freaking call me Zachy!" I hiss back. I hate the codename Mom gave me. It's stupid and it totally gives away who I am.

"Ok, ok," she tells me and I can almost imagine her holding both her hands up in surrender. "Right, go right. No, I didn't mean two rights! I meant right, let's get back to business and – never mind. Left. Left. Up the stairs. Then right and it's the second door down."

I did what she said. Then when I stood outside the door, I took a deep breath. It's now or get busted by Gallagher's security. I open the door and lock it behind me…

Then my jaw drops open in surprise. Three pairs of eyes are staring at me. Three pairs of eyes belonging to three girls, who are not asleep, and are clustered behind a laptop.

"Uh… hey?" I start, trying for casual, even though in my head, I'm just thinking shit. Maybe I'm hoping they mistake me for a girl. No such luck. They are trained spies after all. "Is this Cameron Morgan's dorm?"

But that's all I get before two of them throw themselves at me, doing very elegant martial arts. In fact, I should probably give credit who ever taught the first one. I've heard about her. Rebecca Baxter, parents working at MI6, a very good P&E student. The other is new to the spy world, judging by the misjudged kicks she makes. But she's still quite a natural. It's obvious who this is. Macey McHenry, daughter of Senator McHenry. Someone even told me she's a descendant of Gilly Gallagher herself! Yeah, these two are good, but luckily for me, I'm better. Soon I've tied them to some chairs, blindfolded and gagged them.

The third one I know because of outstanding results in every test she took before Gallagher. Liz Sutton, genius of America. She looks pale and she gulps when she realises she's the only thing between me and whatever I want to do. But she charges at me anyway. Liz may be clever but she has some vital mistakes in her fighting. It was brave of her to try though.

Once she is tied up, blindfolded and gagged too, I pull out my gun and tell the three of them coldly, "I've got a gun and I'm not afraid to shoot." I say to Mom, "I've all three girls tied and gagged. They weren't asleep so I had to fight." Then I pull off Macey's gag and tell her, "you scream for help and I shoot you. Now where's Cameron Morgan?"

"Fuck you!" she yells.

"Fine, if you don't care about your own freakin' life, I'll kill your little friends, Macey McHenry, and I'll make you watch the blood gushing out of their bodies. Just one more scream and your friends will never see the sun again."

"She's…" Macey swallowed. "She's out at the movies."

"With who?"

"Her boyfriend."

Then I realise that Cameron Morgan could be the hot girl at the trash can. I don't want Mom to kill her. Not yet at least. So I rip out my comms unit on my shirt pocket and stomp on it.

"Did she wear a pink dress to the cinema?" I ask.

Macey nods. I put the blindfold back on.

I look at the pictures on Cameron's desk, just to be sure. But when I see the girl's face in a photo with Matthew Morgan, I knew she had to be the girl Mom was looking for.

Then I start putting bugs around the room in places that not even the best CIA agents could find.

That's when the siren goes off. "CODE BLACK! CODE BLACK! CODE BLACK!" the mechanical voice goes. I hear some people running outside the door and quickly picking the lock. I've got about eleven seconds left before they burst in so I run to the open window.

"Bye girls," I say. Then I dive out the window just as the adults come in.

[3 hours later]

Zach's POV

"Zachary Goode, come here," Mom ordered.

I sat down on the leather chair and faced my mom.

"What do you want, Mom?" Then she pulled me into a huge hug and she started crying.

"What the hell happened?! I was so worried about you, Zachy!" I roll my eyes at her, pretending that I didn't care about her sudden feelings for me. Usually, she was just as emotionless as a rock, even though I'm her son. Job before family, Zach, she would tell me firmly. But today was different. "I thought maybe you were captured, because your comms unit suddenly went static!"

"Mom, I'm fine. I just didn't realise there was another girl in the bathroom who grabbed my comms unit from behind and stomped on it. But I put a napotine patch on her forehead before she could do any harm."

"That's my Zach," Mom smiles. Then she wipes away her tears and says sternly, "Now, back to business. Agent Goode, what did you find on your mission? I assume you were not able to kidnap The Subject?"

"No, Mom – I mean no, boss." I say sadly. Mom was back to being the CoC leader with no feelings.

"Did you plant the bugs at least?" I nod. "Good. We'll watch her and monitor her habits. Meanwhile, you, Agent Goode, will be attending Roseville High School so that you can find out as much about Cameron Morgan as possible. Staying in the same town for more than a couple of weeks should make it easier for you."

I stare at her in disbelief. School? I have never, and I repeat, never gone to school. I learn everything I need to know with my mom.

"My cover will be as your mother," she says, as though she isn't my real mom. "All details about your cover background are in this folder."

She hands me a yellow folder and inside is a stack of paper. I groan inwardly.

"Got it, Agent Goode?"

"Yes, Mom – I mean boss."

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