Okay so this is my first FanFiction I am not very good at writing so just bare with me. Because it's my first FanFiction I will make it a one-shot and if I get any reviews I will probably do another one. And to make people happy I do not own Gallagher girls or Zach (shame)

My Love Story

(Not based on the song by Taylor Swift)

As I stood by the French doors and watched the sisters arrive one by one in the fancy cars, run and squeal for joy as they see each other again after 2 months of being apart. I remember what it's like to be a Gallagher girl looking forward to face the future head on, learning all the secret ways of a spy, can't wait for the time to graduate and use your skills for the many cover's and finally looking for that special someone who you can actually share those many secrets with. God life was so easy just being one of many unique girls who get to learn the upmost curriculum in the whole world.

You are most likely to ask what has happened in my time after you last saw me. Well you can tell I graduated with the highest marks a Gallagher girl is proud to have, I managed to land a well-paid job as a pavement artist for the CIA. I occasionally went to MI6 for some major operation but only so often since my home-life is here in America. If I have to say it, yes I did end up with Zach. Yes the almighty Zachery Goode, who is fancied by every woman he's ever met.

I Love Him. Simple as that.

Not in past tense not in future either. I can tell you now no one can make me feel the way Zach make's me feel, yes that may sound cheesy but it's true. Simple as that.

But it's not.

2 years ago half of me went on a mission, half of me saved the world. Half of me never came back home. So as I stand and watch the many young women pile in the many walls that surrounds us from the real world as my mother had done many years before me. So strong and confident I looked. But that was one of my many covers. Covers which I need to survive as my greatest teacher said before me' the spy is only as good as there cover'. So I got down from my favourite secret balcony and prepared my self for the year ahead. Or so I thought.