Hey guys, first fanfiction I ever wrote. I'm not the best writer. Tell me where I can improve!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. All rights go to Ally Carter.

Zach

15 minutes. 15 minutes until I can see Cammie again. I leaned my head back on the blue airplane seats and closed my eyes. 15 minutes until I can see her eyes, her smile...her.

I left a couple days after we got married. Married. I stare at the silver band on my ring finger and smile. I'm married. To Cameron Morgan, well, Cameron Goode now. I smirk at the thought. Cameron Goode.

I've been away for 4 months with Grant Newman on a mission to save Government files. It was full of action, it was threatening and thrilling. There were too many people we had to kill, but it was our job. It was the only thing to keep innocent lives safe. I frowned at the memory. I could still feel the cool metal against my hands with the familiar weight I've known since I was a student at Blackthorn. The thought makes me sad because bad guys have people they care about too.

Preparing for landing, please fasten your seatbelts.

That voice irritates me. It's mechanical and supposedly calming- not to me. It sounded like death because when things sound calming with a forced smile, it means death. I hate airplanes. Grant nudges me with his foot and I look over.

"You ready?" I frowned.

"For what?"

"We've been away a long time." He stares at me. I stare at the seat in front of me.

"I'm ready to go home."

"Me too, Goode. Me too."

Five minutes.

I twist the key one more time and throw open the door expecting Cammie to be on the couch. Or not.

"Cammie?" My voice reverberates through the house.

"Cammie?" I say, louder this time. When there's no reply, I get worried. I run up the stairs, 3 at a time. I open the office door, nope. Bathroom? Nothing. Bedroom? No one. In fact, everything in the house looks polished, like no one's been living here. I crush a thought forming in the back of my head, no, she has habits. I just never see them because Macey is always over, I smile. But actually, where is she?

I whip out my phone and dial the one number I've memorized for 4 years.

"Hello, you've reached Cameron Goode. I cannot answer at the moment, please leave a message and I'll reply as soon as possible. Thank you."

I glared at the phone, willing Cammie to pick up. I hated automatic messages. I tried a different one.

"Agent 1654872, Morgan is away at the moment. Leave a message."

Unbelievable. She has two phones and she answers neither. What could she be possibly doing? I punch some more numbers in. Pick up, pick up.

"Hello?"

"Liz! Finally!" I run my fingers through my hair in relief.

"Oh, hi Zach!"

"Hey, I was just wondering if you're with Cammie at the moment?"

"Er.." There was a long silence and I realized she wasn't going to say anything without prompting.

"What." She's hiding something.

"They didn't notify you, I'm guessing?" I also hate people that don't get to the point.

"Notify me of what?" I say, my irritation clearly showing.

"Cammie's away on a mission. She left 17 days after you did. Funny, she was in the same country as you, I thought you would've seen her. You see, Jonas and I sent a message to Grant and he received it, I don't know why you haven't gotten it…" She trailed off. Cammie's what!? Where!? I am going to murder him for not telling me. Worry pumped through my veins and I wondered what she was doing right now. Hopefully coming home.

"Great. Anything else you're not telling me?" I ask jokingly wondering what else there could possibly be that would be worse than that.

"She was supposed to be back 33 days ago." She said in a whisper.

Then I dropped the phone.

A/N: Hey, should I continue the story or just leave it as a one shot? R&R please :) -J