Zach is a spy who is very cocky. Cammie is a normal girl. Zach has until the end of the month to get her to be a spy, if he doesn't he may lose his job forever, or worse.

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(Zach POV)

One week earlier:

"Come on Zach we need to be quiet," Kennedy said shushing him. Zach laughed it off, "Me? Quiet? Psh, I'm too good to be quiet. It even says it in my last name, Goode." Kennedy rolled her eyes and started walking toward the building Zach behind her, "Step aside Ken, I'll take this," He said walking in front of her. By the time they got to the entrance Zach was walking in holding a gun. He felt something against his leg and when he turned back Kennedy had just dodged something the trip wire set off. "They know we're here," Kennedy said ready to head out. "Let's stay for a fight," Zach said ready to take this fight on. Kennedy shook her head no but she wouldn't leave an agent behind and Zach was walking toward the building. A group of men walked out and Zach began fighting instantly. Punches and kicks were thrown and guns were fired. Zach killed everyone and looked back smiling at Kennedy, the smile faded instantly. She laid on the ground motionless a pool of blood around her. "Kennedy!" Zach shouted shaking her, he kept screaming her name but she never moved. He sat there crying blood staining his clothes now. He picked up the limp body and got out of there instantly. He brought her back to the hospital at headquarters and she was pronounced dead instantly.

Present:

I stared at the coffin in front of me unable to move my eyes toward the dead body that lay in front of me. Finally I looked up, Kennedy lay there no smile, no joy, nothing. My eyes watered as I looked at my wife to be, laying dead. I walked toward the coffin and knelt down beside her staring at her face. My eyes turned red at the brim and I said a very long pray for her before taking her lifeless hand and giving it a kiss. I walked away from the coffin allowing the rest of her family to say their prayers. But I never went too far, staying close shaking hands and getting hugs.

Finally we all went out to eat dinner but I didn't go. We would bury her tomorrow, I went back to my apartment her boxes littered my house since she was about to move in. I pushed a few aside with my foot before going to the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of wine a poured myself a glass. Before I knew it the bottle was gone and I was passed out on the couch. I woke up to my alarm clock in the next room. I went and took a shower to sober up and got in a nice suit. I combed my hair the way Kennedy liked it and put on her cologne she liked the best before going to the funeral.

I said my final goodbye before they closed the coffin and we went to the church. We prayed for her going through a long ceremony and then went to the graveyard where I threw a red rose on her coffin before they began to cover her. I couldn't help but stare when the coffin was covered and I was last to leave the graveyard. Once again I went home and got drunk on a bottle of wine passing out on the couch. It became a daily routine and I never left the house. That is when my phone rang I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked groggily my head pounding in my brain. "Yes, Um this is the director. Zachary Goode is needed at the office immediately," The director said over the phone. "Be there soon," I replied showering and chaining. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were red, my face had the stubble of a beard, and I was obviously not okay. I changed into my clothes before walking to my room to get on my sneakers. I looked through my window and saw a girl in the apartment window across from mine. She was wearing shorts and a tank top with a long blue silk robe on. I stopped tying my sneaker staring at her as she flipped the tv on and walked to the window pulling the curtains. I could see through a peek and she looked like she was taking her robe off but then she shut the blinds more. I was glad, I wouldn't want anyone hurting her, but I didn't know why.

I shrugged and put my sneakers on walking out the door to headquarters. I walked straight into the directors office and sat down in one of the comfy leather chairs. "Hello Mr. Goode," The director said not smiling or joking like normally, "Let me just say it... you are fired until you can find me a replacement spy as good or better than Kennedy Andrews." My jaw dropped and I ran my fingers through my hair. I knew there was no negotiating so I walked out of the office and to a coffee shop nearby. I lived in New York City and always found things to do.

I walked up to the counter, "Can I get a mocha coffee with two packets of sugar a little irish cream and some whip cream on top?" I asked looking up. It was the girl from the window, "Hi, of course you can, that will be five dollars and sixty nine cents," she said. I looked at her name tag, it read Cameron. "Thanks Cameron," I replied handing her the cash and taking the coffee. "Ugh, call me Cammie, I really should change this god awful tag," She said looking glum, "See you later Zach!" she shouted. This confused me and I realized I still had on my tag from the office. But it said Janitor at the top, which really doesn't impress the ladies. I shook my hand a little in her direction to say goodbye taking a sip of the coffee.

I went back up to my apartment and checked through all the file folders and there was nobody even close to ranking like Kennedy did. The closest had to be my best friend, Grants, girlfriend. The director had given me an envelope stating everything I needed to know about my "mission," apparently it had to be a girl willing to date anybody as a cover. She had to be good and she had to rank as high or higher than Kennedy who was top of her class. They also had to be her age, and pretty.

I sighed looking through the file folders again and again but nobody was good enough. I ended up falling asleep waking up at one o' clock in the morning to the sound of my phone. "Hello?" I asked sleep deprived. It was the director asking if I found anybody, when I replied no he told me I had to train some random pedestrian then. I fell asleep angry, it was a stupid mission, and an impossible one. I might as well find myself a new job, but he threatened to ruin me if I didn't at least try so I guess I couldn't.

It was going to be a hard mission, I knew it, but one I could succeed in. I went into my room to change into my sneakers when I saw the girl again, this time in work out gear stretching. I felt like a creep so I turned around and began my stretches before walking outside to go running. When I looked to the right of me she was there, "Uh, hi," I said slightly creeped out that we kept meeting. "Hey!" She exclaimed excited, "Not to be creepy stalker girl, but your room is across from mine." I laughed, "I noticed that too." She blew a sigh of relief that I didn't think she was weird and I smiled. We ended up running together until we reached an ice cream shop, "Ooh want to get ice cream?" she asked, "My friend works there." I looked at her weird considering we were trying to be healthy by running but she just grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward the ice cream place.

It was cool in there, good considering it was mid June and sweltering hot and we were running. She dragged me straight to the counter and waited for a lady to come and take our order. When one did her eyes got huge, "BEX!" She shouted and I looked confused considering she was some random girl that knew a spy. Bex gave me a weird look and I shrugged but she leaned over the counter and gave Cammie a big hug, "Hey girly girl? What you up to with this hottie?" Bex asked breaking the hug. Cammie laughed, "He has been stalking me from afar, but whatever. Just kidding, his room is across from mine and we keep bumping into each other so we decided to run together... but you know my sweet tooth," Cammie blushed. Bex rolled her eyes and took our orders, she probably didn't have a mission at the moment and needed a cover job.

I sat down next to Cammie at a table and we ate our ice cream before we headed back to the apartment building. "I had a lot of fun, call me sometime," She said taking out a pen and writing her name and number on my hand. I smirked at her leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek but she turned her head and kissed my lips, "I was never one for kisses on the cheek," she said winking before walking back to her apartment building. I stood there stunned before walking back to my apartment and crashing.

I hope you enjoyed the first Chapter. most will be in Cammie's point of view but some Zach's when necessary. Review, love it, and tell me your favorite part! and I would love you if you read my other stories too.