Thanks for all the reviews I've gotten in the past day or so! I've never gotten such an immediate response before, so this is awesome! Sorry if anyone's confused, this chapter should explain things. That chapter was meant to have no point of view. Also, it's been a while since I've read this series, and I've had this fan fic in the back of my mind for over two years, so if I get anything wrong about the characters etc. feel free to let me know!

-voile

Cammie POV

I hated the way that girl looks at Zach. I felt like strangling her. Blowing her up won't be quite as satisfactory as squeezing the life out of her with my bare hands.

But what am I saying? No I am most certainly not jealous. No way in hell.

I've been tailing Zach for a few hours now- and he hasn't noticed. He's too pre occupied with the five other tails he has, and staying alive. Can't say I blame him. I'd be squirming a bit in his shoes. Apparently his job involved the Italian mob, and someone blew his cover. I tend to get called in when things start going sour, so here I am.

Italy is one of those ridiculous places where it's still hot and muggy at night. Ick. My hair looks like someone sent an electric shockwave through it. I hope Zach doesn't think- Why should I care what he thinks? I shouldn't. Head in the game Chameleon. That comes first.

I pop the gum in my mouth while waiting for the bus. The stuff tastes gross- seeing as its not actually bubblegum but two chemical compounds that tend to react violently when bonded. According to the CIA health department it's safe to eat the stuff, but they've been wrong before. Oh well. We all get on the bus, and I had to suppress a laugh as the driver wiggled his eyebrows at the Italian girl.

Zach's talking to that girl now. I know she's been tailing him all day, with the hope of giving him the off, but now it looks like he's got her wrapped around his finger. He's got that look in his eyes- and something reminds me of how he used to look at me like that. How he used to- that's enough.

To illustrate my frustration I pop a bubble as loud as I can- which is considerably loud because the compounds are starting to react. He looks at me with surprise, then I blow another loud bubble before pulling the cord. He nods. Hopefully he got the message.

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I can't suppress the grin any longer as we amble down the Italian side streets. Some guys holding beer cans and cigarettes ogled me, until Zach gave them a death glare and put his arm around my waist. He led me towards a motorcycle parked on the side of the street.

"This yours?" I asked as he borrowed a bobby pin from my hair, and put it in the key slot.

"It is now. Let's go." I took the excuse to wrap my arms around him as he wove through traffic. From the way he suddenly took a breath, I could tell he noticed. Good. In the next week while we're together, I'm going to drive him absolutely insane. Serves him right, walking out like he did. A small voice in the back of my mind tells me that I did the same thing, he just did it first.

You were so weak- not strong enough to say goodbye after four years of a relationship. Weren't strong enough to face your own emotions, and you still aren't.

I tell it to shut up.

As we turn a corner, a black town car takes an illegal left turn, tires screeching as it skids across the pavement, then guns the motor to follow us.

oh shit.

"Zach, 6 o'clock."

"Got it." we change lanes in a tight space and run a red light- but now there's another on our tail. Zach speeds up and starts weaving in between cars on the crowded streets. The car must have a really good driver however, because it is almost keeping up with us. I look back and see a hand come out the passenger window- holding a gun.

"DUCK!" he gets down just in time as a shower of bullets whizzes over our heads. We take a hard right- sending other cars swerving to avoid us - and then head down an alleyway, too thin for the cars to fit. Wild shots fire into the night, and there's the scream of sirens in the distance. And then I notice that I've got a death grip on Zach, and I'm in a rather compromising position. Oh dear.



Zach POV

I don't think Cammie realizes she's got her legs practically wrapped around me. That's definitely not good for my focus, especially while driving. Because it makes me want to think of other times her legs- and arms- and other cough cough naked cough cough- body parts wrapped around me… ahem. Instead of dodging bullets. But then again, why should I be thinking about that? It was over, more than a year ago.

Because you walked out, and this is the first time you've seen each other since,

says an annoying voice in the back of my head. And then adds unnecessarily,

and she's still as sexy as ever.

But once we're out of the fray and moving towards the safe house Cammie starts to loosen her grip on me. Prob'ly a good thing.

She still likes to blow things up, I thought with a smile. The bus job was amazing. It was kind amusing how she glared at the Italian chick- even though I barely noticed. I'll admit that part of flirting with her like that was just to see if it would still piss Cammie off. And it did.

Cammie's so much fun to irritate, I thought, smirking.

"What are you smirking at Goode?" Jesus she can't even see my face! How can she tell?

"When's the last time I explained that to you Cammie?" I can't see her face either but I know she's rolling her eyes.

"We're going back to the safe house and getting changed." I tell her.

"Why? Where are we going?"

"Clubbing."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" she says with mock surprise in her voice.

"No. A mobster runs the club and I have to make a deal with him. And you're coming with me." I tell her. We motor the rest of the way across town in silence.