The Crack In The Floor - Romance - Cammie M. & Zach G.

Summary: Cammie and her roommates are 22 years old, and are some of the best agents in the CIA. Zach also works for the CIA, but didn't meet Cammie until the incident with The Crack In The Floor. Will they fall for each other? And if they do, How? Read to find out!

A/N: Hey, guys! This is my first FanFiction so please go easy on me! I have been writing and publishing stories for a while though so I'm hoping you'll like it! Thanks so much!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher Girls or Zach (Which is VERY unfortunate, if you catch my drift)

"Thanks, Jimmy!" I called, grabbing my cafe mocha off the counter and waving to the manager of the Starbucks I was currently in. I turned and started for the door, tripping over a crack in the floor in the process.

"Shit!" I exclaimed as my mocha crashed to the floor with me following close behind, "Not again!" I was about to fall face-first into the floor when a pair of tan muscular arms caught me.

"I just walked in the door and you're already falling head over heals for me - literally!" The mystery man smirked at me.

"Uh huh," I said, trying to not get lost in his deep emerald eyes, "You just keep thinkin' that, Hun."

"Oh, I will, I will," He assured me, still smirking. That was getting really annoying. I untangled myself from him and leaned down to pick up the now-empty mocha cup from the floor.

"Hey, Jimmy! Can I get another one over here, please!"

"You spilled it again? That's the second time in a row!" Jimmy called back, already beginning to make me another mocha.

"Yeah, well, ya know, if you got this damn floor fixed then it wouldn't keep happening!" He just chuckled in response.

"So you come here often?" My mystery savior asked, wiping up the coffee-hot chocolate mix from the floor. Wait.. my mystery savior? What's wrong with me! I just met this guy! Oh, wait, he asked me a question.. Unnhhhhh…..

"Well, I've made myself pretty well known at all the Starbucks in this area, yeah" I responded, hoping I answered his question.

"And I see you and the floor are good friends?" He smirked. I blushed before answering.

"Hey! It wasn't my fault!" He just raised his eyebrows at me. "It was soo totally yours!"

"Suuure it was," He smirked (Oh My Gosh does he ever stop smirking!).

"Yes, it was. If you hadn't come in then I wouldn't have spilled my perfectly delicious mocha all over the floor!" "So you spilled it because I'm just that good looking?" "No!" I exclaimed, blushing furiously now, "You came in at the same time I was going out and we just happened to slam into each other, which caused me to drop my mocha. If you hadn't come in here, then I would be well on my way to work now!" I stopped suddenly. "Shit! What time is it? I'm gonna be late!" Although I knew exactly what time it was because of my lovely internal clock, I pulled out my iPhone.

"8:56! I'm supposed to be there in 4 minutes!" (and 24 seconds, but I figured it would be better if I didn't add that).

"Well can I at least have you number before you go?" Mystery man asked, already grabbing my phone from my hand and slipping his in my grasp. I quickly typed in my name and number before turning around to get my freshly made mocha from Jimmy.

"Thanks, Jimmy! - Again!" Mystery man and I returned our phones to each other and I looked down to see that his name is Zach Goode. Well that certainly fits him. (Note the sarcasm).

"Hmm, Cammie Morgan. Interesting name."

"Yeah, uh, thanks?" I said before calling out "Bye!" and heading, once again, towards the door.

"Try not to trip over anymore cracks in the floor!" Zach called out behind me. I turned and glared at him.

"Shut up, Goode."

I couldn't believe myself. Ever since I ran into Zach in the coffee shop, he was all I could think about. And that was a bad thing. A very, very bad thing. How so, you may be asking? Well, when your a spy, one of the top rules is to not become involved with civilians. Ever. Well, as much as possible. So, what just happened at the Starbucks? Yeah, that was pretty stupid of me. All of a sudden my phone lit up. It was a text from one of my best friends, Bex.

- Hey, Macey and Liz were talking about heading up to Virginia Beach tomorrow. You in?

Sure! I immediately text back. Then, impulsively, I ask,

- Hope it's okay if I bring a friend?

- As long as he's hot, Bex replies. Hmm.. How did she know I was talking about a guy? Oh well, that's Bex for ya. I smiled and texted Zach,

- Hey, Goode. Me and a couple of my friends are thinking about going to Virginia Beach tomorrow..You in?

- I knew you couldn't get enough of me. I'm just that Goode. And sure what time?

- Haha. Very funny, Zach. I'll pick you up around 1, ok?

- Sounds good(e). See you then.

- Really. Enough with the good(e). Your ego is way too big

- What can I say I'm just that Goode

- SHUT. UP.

- You know you love it

- In your dreams, Goode. I smiled and got ready to have the best Saturday of my life.

A/N: Sorry for the Authors Notes but Like I said before, this is my first FanFiction so I'm anxious to see what you think!

Please Review for me! I welcome any suggestions you have and I'll try my hardest to accommodate them! Thank you so much!

- Butterfliesatmidnight1