CIA Issued Plane

9:23 P.M

Zach's POV:

We were on this plane for so many hours. Cammie fell asleep once she got on. I had woken her up once due to her crying. I had asked her what was wrong but she only shook her head. "Dad..." She had whispered in her sleep. So I assumed it was her father. I knew her father was the CIA Legend, Matthew Andrew Morgan. I also knew he had gone MIA. No body was ever found so everyone just assumed he was gone. Dead. And I thanked my mother. My mother head operative of the Circle. News got around at the end of Senior Year that the Chameleon along with Duchess, Bookworm and Peacock had taken down the Circle for good. I also received news that my mom had died. I also heard rumors about my mother killing Matthew Morgan. It was too late to help Cammie now. My mom ruined her life. But in return Cammie destroyed what my mother adored.

Cammie stirred in the seat next to me. The co-pilot came to me and handed me our covers. Well. This organization wants to play with fire. Then fire they shall get. I looked at my cover.

Zachary Goode: Liam Clark

Appearance: Brown hair, blue eyes, 5' 10", broad shoulders, muscular

Origin: Milan, Italy

Status: Married

Wife: Emma Roberts

Ring:

And next to it was a gold ring. Great I'm married. I looked at Cammie and read her cover.

Cameron Morgan: Emma Roberts Clark

Appearance: Blonde, brown eyes, 5' 7", skinny

Origin: London, England

Status: Married

Husband: Liam Clark

Ring:

And next to it was a gold ring with a diamond. I rolled my eyes. They were probably rich. I felt eyes on me. I turned to find Cammie staring at me with those blue eyes of hers. Cammie seemed to be studying me. My face was stripped of the mask I usually have on. I was basically vulnerable. Cammie opened her mouth. I stared at her lips. Then she saw the files. "How's that going?" She said with a nod towards the files.

"Good. Although this seems like a level 8 or 9 mission. Heard these people are co-founders of this big company in Europe."

"Europe? So is their company located in Switzerland too?"

"Apparently. They moved their 3 months ago. Probably to be closer to the organization."

"Yeah. But first we need to go and get the dead drop. We need information. And if that's the only way to do this then so be it. Game on."

"We have to be in London for 3 days then head over to Switzerland which is about an hour away."

She nodded. " So we are staying in a hotel?" I looked at her and smiled wickedly.

"Yeah. The Four Seasons Hotel London at Park Lane."

"Really?"

"Yep. Grand suite with city view."

"Cool. Although Macey would probably be complaining." Cammie said with a giggle.

Once we landed we ran to hotel. It was pouring.

"Ugh we're here."

"Cammie once you've gotten into your cover you have to speak in a British accent." I told her in Farsi.

"Ok. And what accent do you have?"

"Italian." She sighed.

"Give me the damn contacts Zach." She put on her brown contacts as I put on my blue contacts. And let this begin. We were no longer ourselves. We were now Liam and Emma Clark. Here goes nothing. We got to the suite and searched for bugs. We found some and destroyed them all. After we were done we were faced with one problem. There were two of us. And one bed...

We spun around to face the other. "Who's taking the bed and who's taking the floor?" I mean it was 10 pm. And I for one want sleep. She shrugged. And what she said really surprised me.

"You can sleep on the bed Zach. As long as you stay on your side. Oh and wake me up and I assure you one of your body parts wil be missing or you will be bald."

I smirked. "Damn. You don't need to threaten me. I wouldn't touch you. You're not my type."

"'Type'. What? You go for girls who show a lot of cleavage and a lot of ass? Boy I've got myself the worst partner ever." I stopped smirking. She started towards the bathroom. I grabbed her wrist and spun her around. I couldn't have her think of me like that. She was really close. I could feel her breath on my neck. She smelled like vanilla.

"No Gallagher Girl. Don't think of me like that. That's not what I meant. I mean I don't go for girls who play hard to get."

She snorted. "You think I'm playing hard to get? Please. I'm not interested in you. I'm not like other girls Zach. I won't swoon like they do. All I see in you is a cocky bastard and a decent spy. Don't think you have a chance with me Zachary. As if I'd ever have feelings for you. Especially like that." Her eyes were piercing. Why do I feel like I got my heart torn out? I don't like her. Not like that at least.

It hurt believe it or not. Although she was right about one thing. I am a cocky bastard. "Don't worry. We just have to get this mission over with and then you won't have to see me again." Her eyes softened. They didn't hold that fire that burned with hatred but now they were soft and kind.

"Look Zach..." She started. But I was still burning with anger at her thinking I was...like that. The fact that my chest hurt. The fact that she had caused it. We had just met. But it still wasn't nice.

"No! Leave me alone. Forget we ever had that stupid conversation. Forget I ever mentioned anything." I stalked over to the door. I was going to the bar downstairs and that was that. A hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. I was face to face with the monster I called my partner.

"Zach. I didn't mean that." I laughed mockingly.

"What? So you love me?" I mocked. Her expression hardened. She rolled her eyes.

"Do you want to sleep on the floor or not?" She asked. Her eyes were a stormy type of blue now. Guess they change color with her emotions.

"No."

"Exactly." She was looking into my eyes. I wanted to hug her for some inexplicable reason.

"I'm going to sleep. Unless you're going to stand their looking like an idiot." She flashed a grin. She finally grinned. All I've seen from her is this tough girl who seems to have no emotion at all. Then their was this version of her. She's left me wondering. Which one of them is the real Cammie Morgan?

I walked over to the bathroom to take a quick shower and change clothes. I walked out of the bathroom with my hair damp, a shirt and shorts. I walked over to the other side of the bed opposite of Cammie.

Cammie.

She was so beautiful. And somehow I knew she didn't know that. Well she would soon. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes.

The Four Seasons Hotel London at Park Lane

8 A.M

I was being shaken awake lightly. I swatted at the hand shaking me. I heard someone sigh. A feminine sigh. Then I felt someone push at my back. And I landed on my face. Someone laughed. "Who threw me off the bed again? Grant!" I muttered menacingly.

I heard a giggle. I cracked an eye open to see Cammie clutching her stomach just because she pushed me off the bed. She grinned at me. A twinkle in her eyes. "Not Grant." And she burst out laughing again. I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder. She started punching me lightly but I could feel her body rippling with laughter.

I put her down on the bed. She was laughing hysterically she was on the verge of tears. How could she still be laughing?

"Zach!" She said amongst her giggling. "I...Oh heavens...oh...your...face..." That was basically all she managed out. A laughing Cammie. I got to say. I could get used top this. I just stood there smiling at her. Taking her in. She was in one word adorable. Ok...forget I said that. After 5 minutes-yes it took her five minutes to control her laughter-she said, "The eye of the city. The eye of London. Where could that be?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think it's the eye of London specifically?"

"I called the Director. When I asked about this organization all he said is 'You'll see Cameron' and hung up. Although I gotta say," She said shaking with laughter. "You made my day." Something in her tone attracted me to her.

"Are you flirting with me, Gallagher Girl?" I teased. She grinned a devilish grin.

"Yes. No. Maybe so." She smiled. Ah. A flirty Cammie.

"Really?" She said mockingly. I must have said that out loud. Damn it.

"Maybe." I shrugged.

"We really need to figure out the meeting place. Director said we need to be their at 5 pm. And I for one am jet lagged. And in these past hours I've known you...I've lost some brain cells." I glared at her playfully.

"Shut up." I pushed her slightly.

"Eye of the city of London..." Cammie wondered out loud. An hour later still nothing. Maybe my dad knows something. He always talked about taking me to the London Eye because the view was remarkable. That's when it hit me.

"Cammie!" She looked up at me.

"Yea? You have something?" A flicker of hope ignited in her eyes. I nodded.

"Yea. The Eye of the City. The London Eye. The ferris wheel." She seemed to be mentally smacking herself.

"Of course! The girls and I would go there every time we visited London! I'm so stupid!" She exclaimed.

"We both are. It took us an hour to figure it out." I laughed. She gave a short laugh.

"We better get 're meeting them in 8 hours and I want to take a look around London. It's been a year since I've been here."

"Well, I haven't been here more than a week so looking around would be nice." I admitted.

She gave a small smile. "I'd be happy to show you around. It's also way to kill some time. Because after tomorrow we are officially Liam and Emma Clark."

"Yeah. Go get ready. I'll get ready too. How long will you take?"

"Half an hour. Haven't you learned anything about me already?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm not like other girls Zachary. I don't take an hour or more to do my make up. Because let me tell you I don't do make up unless I have to. Or unless Macey forces me to wear some." She shrugged and walked into the bathroom. My phone rang. A text from Grant probably. But it wasn't. It was from a private number. But that wasn't what concerned me. It was the text itself.

She's something isn't she? Well you'll find out more later. Good luck. P.S Isn't London beautiful?

That was it. It wasn't even signed off. Once Jonas was here I'll have him investigate it. I wasn't going to be stopped by one measly text. They would have to try much harder to scare me.

"Zach?" Cammie asked poking her head out of the bathroom.

"Yea."

"Hurry up. You're just standing there staring at your phone. Are you ok? You look kinda pale."

"I'm fine." I lied. I will be. Once I find this asshole trying to mess with me. And trust me. This person won't win.

And that's a wrap on this chapter. How am I doing so far? Hope you're not disappointed.

-N