We've been driving for about an hour so far. The Agency gave us our address; 468 Main Street, in the rinky dinky town of Roseville. Nash is driving like a maniac, and I'm pretty sure my life is in danger at the moment. "Nash! That was a stop sign!" I almost yell. "Oh, calm down, Lauren. It's not like the cops can do anything. I mean after all, we out rank them." Gosh he is SO cocky! We pull into this one-story, beige colored bungalow that looks just like a first house should, not expensive, but small and cozy, maybe a bit too cozy for my tastes. We walk in through the front door, and see this beautiful living room, fully furnished with modern furniture, and fireplace. If I wasn't on a mission, I might actually enjoy this lovely home. But I was a girl on a mission, and that meant business, so I started setting up the regular surveillance cameras in every room of this house. I was finishing setting up a camera in a flowering pot in the small modern kitchen when I noticed Nash from the corner of my eye, leaning, arms crossed, in the door way, staring at me. "What?" I ask stupidly. I looked in his brown eyes, and my stomach drops, I know that look.

Nash looks me straight in the eye, and shrugs off the doorway. He starts to walk slowly towards me, never breaking the eye contact we have. I notice my body slowly start to freeze in the place where I'm standing. Nash is getting closer, and he slowly raises his eyebrows, as he takes his left hand, grabs the piece of my light brown hair that had fallen in my face and tucks it behind my ear. Goosebumps form down my neck and arms, and I'm still frozen, unable to move, or even blink. He laces his fingers in my hair at the nape of my neck, and slowly leans forward. I look like stone on the outside, but on the inside there's a war going down. "You want this, you have since he broke up with you," one side says, "No you don't, you've worked too hard to build your heart back up, this will ruin everything, and you know you'll be in pain later," the other side says. This is making me crazy!

As Nash inches closer and closer, my spy intellect finally thawed me out. I drop to the ground, sweep my leg under his feet, and knock him flat on his back. I flip him over on his stomach, pin his arms behind his back, and yell at the top of my lungs, "NASH THIS IS HARDLY THE TIME. DO YOU WANT THE AGENCY TO FIRE US BOTH?!" My voice sounds strong, like a spy should sound, but on the inside, I'm going to pieces. Before my voice gets the chance to rat me out, I run into the first room I come too, lock myself in, and completely break down. My head is full of questions about what almost happened, like "Why is he trying to kiss me? He broke up with me, why is he trying to get back together? Is he trying to make me go crazy?!" At the moment, I couldn't come up with an answer to ANY of these questions, my heart was beating too fast, my hair was standing on end, and I was so confused I didn't know which way was up! I knew this mission was going to bite me in the butt