AN: Hey, I'm Kaylie(:

Thank you so much for reading my story Love At First Fight!

Hope you like it, here is Chapter One!

Working for the CIA has been a little duller than I ever expected. I have yet to even go on a mission. Well, I am new, only nineteen, but still. You would think Cameron Ann Morgan, top of her grade at the Gallagher Academy, would have gone on at least one mission in her first month at the CIA.

But… no. I have been sitting at my desk, every day. It's just me and a crap-load of paperwork. Take it from a pro, it's not fun.

As I finished a sheet, I felt I presence in the room with me. Looking up, I smiled, seeing my best friend. "Me, Liz and Macey are headed out for drinks, you wanna come?" Rebecca Baxter asked me. Call her Bex, if you don't want to end up like the last guy. The whole ordeal involved a saw and a couple sharks. Trust me, you don't want to know any of the details.

"Alright," I said, putting my paperwork into one of my many file cabinets. Another one of my stupid headaches appeared, but I ignored it. Grabbing my clutch, I gave Bex another faint smile, and walked out with her into the near empty hallway.

"You alright, Cam?" Bex asked me, as she pressed the 'L' button at the elevator.

"Yeah," I mumbled, not looking her in the eyes. A good spy always knows when you are lying, by watching your pupils.

Sadly, Bex was my friend, after all, and saw right through me, even without seeing my eyes. "Cam, really, what is it?"

I sighed, as we stepped into the elevator. She was being nice now, and I wanted to keep it like that. It's a lot easier to talk to a Bex that hasn't tied you to a chair, demanding answers.

"I don't know, Bex. I just don't get why I, why any of us, haven't even gone on a mission yet. Tina, Anna and Courtney all went on one together, just last week. All four of us were the best in our grade, we deserve a mission."

"Cam, they only went on a two-day mission in Virginia. Liz looked up the mission. It was rank D. Nothing major. Trust me, when we get a mission it'll be rank A. No doubt. They just don't have any of those missions right now. The Circle of Cavan has been pretty quite lately. But, when we go on a mission, it'll be a big one," Bex said, as the doors opened, reveling the lobby of the CIA.

Macey and Liz were talking to a cute agent by the main doors. Well, Macey was talking and Liz was standing there looking very uncomfortable. Macey must have seen us stepping out of the elevator, because she ending the conversation, grabbed Liz by the hand, and headed to meet us.

"Mace, who was that cutie?" Bex asked her, glancing at the agent, who was still looking at Macey.

"Nick Cross. And he has three cute friends, perfect for you guys. Their names are…"

"That's okay Mace, we don't have to know that," I said at the same time as Liz said, "Statistically, work-relationships don't end well,"

"Fine, let's go to the bar, then," Macey said, a bit grumpy.

The four of us headed to Neon, the best bar for people that can't drink yet. Yeah, we could have made fake drivers licenses, but we really can't be getting drunk, considering the fact the CoC could pop out at any moment. Fighting drunk is not the best idea.

After being in the club for over an hour, the neon strobe lights didn't do my headache wonders.

Macey and Bex were all over the guys on the dance floor, so I turned to Liz, who was next to me. "I think I'm going to head home!" I yelled over the blasting music.

"Please don't leave me!" Liz yelled back.

"Okay, I'll drive you home!" Liz, being such a klutz, obviously didn't have a car yet. I really don't know if she ever will. 'Oopsie daisies' isn't the best thing to be saying while you are driving.

"Thanks Cammie! They won't miss us, let's go!" she yelled back. Macey and Bex defiantly wouldn't miss the two of us; they were too busy grinding on random guys. Liz and I grabbed hands, and snaked through the masses on our way to the exit.

Finally, we stumbled into the cool night. The music was still loud, even as we where outside.

Clubs were never my thing or Lizzie's for that matter. Bex and Macey are the ones who like to party.

"Thanks," Liz told me, "That music was driving me crazy!"

"I know right," I said, as we neared my car, a blue Lexus convertible.

Once we were reached the main road, Liz turned to me. "Macey was telling the truth, earlier,"

"What?" I asked her, confused.

"Well, that Nick guy she was talking to said something about his friends, Jonas, Grant and Zach. I don't know what though." She said, with a sympathetic glance.

"Wait, don't you know a Jonas?" I swear she talked about one, just last week.

"Um… yeah, Jonas Anderson. I cracked his firewall," she told me with a grin. That's Liz for you; firewalls are something she can go in her sleep.

"Oooh, Lizzie! Is he cute?" Liz isn't exactly the best with the opposite gender, but it was worth a shot.

"Well… yeah… kinda…" she stammered, as I pulled up to her condo.

"Hahah, go for him, Lizzie! Bye!" I told her as she got out of my car.

"Um… maybe… bye, Cam," she said, closing the door, and headed up to her condo.

I lazily drove though the parking lot, looking for a place. The spot I usually, no… always, parked in was taken. A black Ferrari was parked there, rather than my car, which was not okay with me. I had the urge to put a dent in the shiny paint, but I resisted.

Finally, I found a spot, and headed up to my condo. Bex, Lizzie, Mace and I all lived in the same condo building. It was nice to live by my friends, and, for that matter, a lot of other CIA agents too.

I knew something was off the second I opened the door to my condo. Everything was exactly where I had left it, except for my scrapbook of senior year at Gallagher. It was just to the left of where I always keep it. No way in hell did I not put it in its right place.

Someone was in my condo. They must have been looking though the scrapbook, and heard me. In a rush, they probably put in down quickly so they had time to hid. I scanned the room for any sign of the intruder, but found none.

None… expect my coat closet. It was right next to where my scrapbook was kept, the perfect hiding place. Silently, I made my way to the double door. Making sure my breathing was in check, I put my hands on the handle. With a silent deep breath, I opened the doors.

In the corner, behind my coats was a figure. In a flash, I jumped onto the figure. Quickly, I flipped him (he was at least six feet tall, and strong… really strong) onto his back, and pinned him to the floor with my knees on his shoulders.

Even in the dim light, I my light blue eyes met up with a dark brown haired, green eyed guy, about my age, with a smirk plastered on his face. "Hey, Gallagher Girl,"

AN: So, there it is! Hope you like it! Review, please! The more reviews I get, the faster I'll update! Thanks again(:

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Kaylie3