A/N: Hey guys! I'm usually write for Rachel/Joe but I decided to do something different. Since I've got writers block for those two, I decided to try Cammie/Joe pairing. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, so feedback would be very helpful. Rated M because anything could happen.

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own it.

She remembered the first time she ever saw Joseph Solomon smile.

Ever since he brought up her dad in class, he acted different. Not that anyone else noticed, no, he was still a spy. But Cammie saw. She saw how he kept his gaze on her for just a split second longer than necessary when she answered a question. She felt his gaze when she wasn't looking at him, forcing herself to keep her eyes from shifting up from the desk.

She figured he was just trying to make up for what he did, trying to find the right time to talk to her, the right words to say. So, she took the first steps, reaching out to him in an effort to help him out.

It was a simple sentence, "Have a nice day Mr. Solomon". She told him that one day as she passed his desk, leaving the classroom. She wasn't expecting anything in return, but nonetheless he said, "You too, Ms. Morgan".

That was their routine everyday before she left class. She was always the last one out because her desk was the farthest from the door, and the closest to his desk. From the four words that he always told her, she started to see the person behind the mask that he had on.

Most of the time, his tone would be one that he uses when talking to her mother, light and carefree. Cammie didn't know wether he was doing this on purpose, but she assumed he was because he was one of the best spies she's ever known.

But on rare occasions, his tone would be different, like on the day of her father's birthday. She noticed how his voice would be slightly lower, his eyes leaving her's a second too quick, almost as if he was avoiding her gaze. She saw the guilt and hurt that his eyes held, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

She tried not to over think it. He's just being nice she thought. He probably says that to all his students. But part of her knew that he's told her more about himself than he's told any of his other students.

It was a regular Monday when Cammie Morgan woke up, running to the bathroom, throwing up last night's dinner. Bex quickly came to her side, holding her hair back as she rubbed her back.

"You should stay in bed" Liz said, looking at the thermometer as Cammie laid in her bed. She had a fever, 101.5.

"I'll tell your mom" Macey said before leaving.

"We'll tell them your sick" Bex said, referring to their teachers.

"Thanks guys" Cammie said, before falling asleep.

Cammie woke up, her throat was dry and she had a headache. She blamed it on her sickness that it took her too long to notice that someone had entered her room.

"Mr. Solomon?" she asked, her voice hoarse as she tried to sit up, moving too fast as she felt another wave of nausea hit her. Her teacher quickly helped her sit up, handing her an aspirin and a bottle of cold water.

"Thank you" she said as she handed him the empty bottle.

"No problem" he replied, throwing it away.

"Mr. Solomon... what are you doing here?" she finally asked, feeling the bed shift under his weight as he sat next to her.

"You weren't in class today. Ms. Baxter and Ms. Sutton told me you were sick" he said looking at her. Cammie smiled, "Of course they did" she said. She felt the pain start to fade, the aspirin taking effect.

"I should tell my mom how I'm doing" she said after a couple of minutes of sitting in silence.

"She's in her office" he said as he got up, making his way to the door.

"Cammie?" he called, making her meet his gaze. "Get well soon. I miss our conversation" he said, gently smiling at her. Leaving her with those words, he walked out the door. Cammie Morgan never thought she'd see Joe Solomon smile, and she never thought she'd be a reason for him to.