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I'd Kill To Love You
Synopsis:
Two men.
Josh Abram. A glass of tea that changed everything. Secrets covered up, feelings ignored, and conflicts forgotten. But once both Cameron Morgan and Josh Abrams had finally moved on and started their lives, the past comes back to haunt them in the worst kind of way. No friends, accomplices, lovers, or relatives of these two changing ex-lovers will be safe.
Zach Goode. A fateful day in the hospital decided his fate. No friends. No family. A life of secrecy, a life of espionage. No one knows the burdens he bears, and when his façade comes tumbling down, his coworkers and the love of his life with have to make the ultimate sacrifice. Safety was never an option in this desperate game of cat-and-mouse.
"Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams that you never even knew you had." -Alice Sebold
Chapter One: Epiphanies of the Most Significant Kind
P1
His fingers reaching for a delicate sword, he stared in awe at the majesty of this place.
"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." Josh's heart flew into his chest as he turned to face Cammie, a girl he had just realized he literally knew nothing about. He tried his best to keep his eyes focused on the sword, not knowing how to act around this apparently lethal woman. "We're pretty good at keeping things protected around here," she told him, a small smile on her face.
"So," he cleared his throat, "A spy, huh?" Josh couldn't believe what he was saying. This all must be a drea-
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Damn it," Josh muttered to himself. Soaked in a cold sweat, he did his best to peel his sheets off his sticky body. Another dream about Cammie. This didn't make any sense. Josh hadn't seen Cameron Morgan for years. He was out of high school, putting himself through college at Georgetown University. The last thing he should be thinking about is a silly high school girlfriend. Nonetheless, here he was in his dorm room, reeking of B.O. and stale spit, waking up from the tenth consecutive dream about Cammie.
Josh sat up, rubbing the eye boogers from the corners of his eyes, and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. "You are insane," Josh said to his disheveled reflection. His brown hair stuck out every which way, and the stubble on his face made him look like a homeless man. Shaking his head in contempt, he squeezed a glop of toothpaste onto the brush and shoved it in his mouth. He was losing sleep over these strange dreams. He had more important things he needed to focus on.
Josh had decided he wanted more for himself than taking up the family business at Abram and Son Pharmacy. He wanted more than a business degree at the local community college. He wanted… something different. Something exciting. Something no one would have ever expected of him.
With one last sigh, Josh shook his dream of Cammie out of his head and pulled on his running shoes. He pulled a water bottle out of the mini fridge and drank it all in quick gulp. As quietly as he could, Josh grabbed his iPod off the coffee table in a careful effort to not wake his roommate, Harrison. In one last final swoop, he grabbed his room key and took off out the door, not to return for a good six miles.
P2
"Ключ к знанию иностранного языка, чтобы попробовать и звучат как родные как можно больше," Professor Whitley preached to the class as Josh took notes in his notebook. He preferred to take notes in English simply because it was easier to jot down. "Try and sound like a native," Josh scribbled in his notebook. The Russian language was a beautiful one to him – it was so direct and eliminated the formalities that plagued the English language. For example, in a restaurant in America, one would say "Could you please pass that glass?" But in Russia you essentially say "Pass glass please."
The bell rang. "Класс составляет более," Whitley mumbled, running her hand through her graying hair as she dismissed the class for the day.
Josh sighed as he shoved his belongings into his duffel. He couldn't get Cammie off his mind – that bratty private school girl he used to care so much about. He walked out of the classroom, Nell following after him wordlessly. Josh hadn't uttered a thing to her all class, and Josh could tell she was uncomfortable.
"What's up with you today?" Nell asked him suddenly after a walk around campus in complete silence.
Josh tried to smile at his girlfriend. "Bad dreams, is all," he responded, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry about it."
"Mmkay," Nell said doubtfully, "but you better perk up. You've got your polygraph today."
Josh's heart leaped into his chest. The polygraph that could make or break his dream. The extensive screening process to be admitted into the CST program at the CIA had been long and grueling for Josh – approximately ten months had gone by since he first sent in his pristine application. One final polygraph would conclude the hiring process, and he would enter the year-long training program at the conclusion of his senior year at Georgetown. This one polygraph would literally decide his fate, if he wanted to be dramatic about it.
"No worries, I got this. I've got nothing to hide, and you've already been accepted, so we're set." Josh leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "It's only a matter of time before we're traveling the world for the benefit of our country. What could go wrong?"
P3
"State your full name."
"Joshua Abrams."
"Are you twenty-four years of age?" The polygraph man asked, his tone robotic.
"Yes."
"Is it your intention to work for the Central Intelligence Agency?"
"Yes."
"Are you fluent in the languages of Russian, Arabic, Chinese, and English?"
"Yes."
"Do you swear your loyalty to the Central Intelligence Agency for the duration of your employment?"
"Yes."
"Do you promise to not withhold any confidential information outside of your jurisdiction from your employers and/or coworkers?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever been associated with anyone else under the influence of the Central Intelligence Agency besides your significant other, Nell Duvall?"
"No."
The polygraph man stood up from his seat and walked out of the tiny, windowless room without a word.
Josh glanced at the polygraph machine and what he saw shocked him: he was lying.
His heart's beat tripled in speed as spurts of blood flashed in front of his eyes in his nervous excitement. He had just jeopardized his career by lying on a polygraph. But he didn't know anyone else who was associated with the Central Int-
It hit him. Cammie.
Those weren't dreams. They were flashbacks.
He didn't know what to do. "Hey!" He shouted at the ceiling. He knew what he was doing was a bad idea, but he couldn't help but try and make one final attempt at honesty. "I know who I was associated with! Please!"
The polygraph man came quickly back into the room and sat back down, like he had been waiting for Josh's epiphany. "Who?"
"I've been having a recurring dream about my old girlfriend from high school, Cameron Morgan. We both lived in Roseville, Virginia, and she was homeschooled, as far as I know. But in my dream, she's a spy."
The polygraph man wrote something down on a paper pad, and things were utterly silent for a few painful seconds. "That concludes this polygraph session," he finally said, his eyes never leaving the paper pad. "Welcome to the Central Intelligence Agency."
P4
"To Josh! Without him, none of us would give a shit about Russia." Nell raised her beer bottle, and the rest of the small crowd followed, chuckling.
Josh rolled his eyes at Nell and jokingly took her beer. "No alcohol for you."
Nell gave him her signature you're-full-of-shit look and ran her hand through her thick, dark hair.
Harrison quickly joined Josh and Nell, a smirk across his face. "Looks like Josh wants you sober tonight, Nell."
"That's about as likely as you getting a haircut, isn't it Harrison?" Nell shot back, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. Harrison shook his shaggy brown hair in Nell's face, and she quickly swatted him away.
Harrison shrugged as Red Hot Chili Peppers faintly blasted in the distant background. "Stop mocking my hair and you can have my Bud." Harrison tossed his unopened beer into Nell's anxious hands, and Josh sighed. He had plans for this night, and it didn't include either Nell or himself being wasted.
Harrison grinned at them. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone to… chat in Russian? Sure, that works." He bounced away, quite aware of what Josh was planning tonight.
"Nell, c'mon, let's get out of here," Josh whispered into his Greek girlfriend's ear. "I've got reservations."
Nell, as quickly as she had opened her beer, tossed it into the trash and grinned at him. "Now you're talking."
Within moments, the two very athletically inclined CIA trainees were in Josh's black Suburu. As Nell was buckling up, Josh pulled a needle filled with sedative from his pocket and thrust it into Nell's jugular. She was out within a few seconds.
Josh took a deep breath. "Game time."
P5
Josh was a romantic, in a sense. He knew how to make a girl feel appreciated. And so, he figured a little rendezvous with Nell and his first meeting with her would be… perfect.
But a perfect reincarnation of their first meeting would be impossible, considering they had met in a small village in the Amazon Rainforest doing volunteer work, but he had to at least try. Never had he had a relationship with a woman that was so… abnormal. And in a moment, he remembered.
"What's so great about being normal?" Josh had said to Cammie. She hadn't given him a response.
Cammie, stay out of my head.
The hammock lay nicely between the two trees as Josh laid her there, and he held their favorite food in his hands: churros. Now all that was left to do was sit… and wait.
It didn't take long for Nell's eyes to open, and he was right there, a smile on his face as he stared at the woman he wanted to love for the rest of his life.
She blinked up at him, a small grin erupting. "Hey there."
"Hey to you too," Josh replied. He handed her the churro. "Our favorite."
Nell giggled as some cinnamon and sugar fell into her hair. "What did you do to me? My head hurts like a bitch."
"I injected sedative into your jugular. Quite effective." Josh smirked and joined her on the hammock. "Does any of this look familiar?" Josh gestured around him, presenting an almost exact replica of the village bonfire where they had first met.
Nell's smile lit up Josh's face as well. "Of course it does. The Yanomami village where we met."
"And I know we decided we weren't ever going to get cheesy with each other, but I'm being honest when I tell you that was the best day of my life," Josh told her, as he laid down his churro and pulled a small velvet box out of his pocket. "A day that marked the beginning of the rest of our lives."
Nell's eyes widened as she realized what Josh was about to do. He stood up from the hammock and got down on one knee. He opened the box and presented it to Nell. "Would you, Nell Duvall, marry me?"
Her beautiful green eyes welled with tears as she nodded furiously. "Yes. Yes. Yes!"
As soon as Nell's final yes left her mouth, time seemed to freeze. Nell's mouth, smiling. Nell's head, shaking up and down. Her green eyes, filled with joy.
But the scene suddenly shifted. A flash of fear in her cat-green eyes. A gasp as the bullet came into contact with her flesh. Nell fell to the ground with a thump as time returned to normal. A chorus of gunshots followed this bullet that hit Nell, but Josh didn't care.
He rushed to Nell's side, his heart breaking with every heartbeat, until he realized: she only had been shot in the shoulder. "Run!" Josh screamed as his instincts kicked in. He grabbed her hand as Nell struggled to her feet, blood the color of crimson seeping from her shoulder, and they kept their heads down as Josh and Nell madly fled the premises.
Suddenly, the firing ceased. Nell stopped and collapsed behind a tree, clutching her wounded shoulder. Josh kneeled next to her, assessing the situation and taking cover amongst some shrubbery.
"Welcome to the Central Intelligence Agency, trainees," a voice suddenly sounded through an unseen intercom. "Be prepared at all times. Expect the unexpected. Lesson one: concluded."
Josh and Nell looked at each other, having an epiphany of the worst kind. What had they gotten themselves into?
Well, I really hope you guys like it! :D It's my first story, and I'm not sure how readers are going to respond to Josh' s POV. Trust me, though, there will be plentyyyy of Cammie and Zach in a little while! Zach's POV is coming up next chapter! :DDDD Please read and review! :D