"Hi Cameron," The director said formally as we shook hands and I took my seat, "Due to the switch made by Macey and you, I had to make a couple changes to your partner. You will have one partner. I know you have some differences but he is the only person I could enable to be available. I am sure you two can work it out for the sake of the agency and your lives," He finished. So we have some differences. I don't get along with 1/4 of our headquarters, over 113 people and he can't even tell me who it is so I can ready myself.

"When will I be seeing this person?" I ask.

"He can't get in until later today. You leave at 10pm tonight on the plane. Seat number 113 and he sits right beside you. Look in this file," He hands me a slim mania folder containing no more than 6 pages of paper," to find out more."

After that I am dismissed. The file is of some amateurs that have a CIA agent and using our software to gain data, it may be a langer mission then some, but will be quite easy. By nine I am sitting comfortably on a small, first-class plane. I get to reading a book and by nine thirty I find myself dozing off, so I decide to let myself rest up for the mission.

I am jolted awake by some turbulence and see it is only eleven. I look to my right to find out who is my partner. I make a horrifing gasp when I see that smirk, the smirk. How could the CIA pair Zach and I together after what happened with us. I mean it is completely insane.

"Cam," He begins but I silence him, "No, no. Don't even start, you have no right to call me by any name, not even my name. Lets just get through this," I say trying to get my voice level.

"Let me," He starts,"No, stop, now," I say sternly making half the plane look toward me. After the commotion I hide under my blanket trying to block out all the bad memories even though I know it is impossible. I shouldn't be a wimp, it was over three years ago, but I never really thought about it, much less faced it, now all I want too do is cry, but I can't.

I make the rest of the plane ride, airport trip, and taxi ride silently, although he tries to start a couple of conversation I quickly discard them. I know we can't to it forever, we have a mission, but I am doing my best to hold onto the threads of reality that are keeping my together. If it weren't for the silence and my optimistic mind I would be a total disaster. As we walk in the motel room I see there is only one bed. I guess it makes sense because we are suppose to be married, but still what if the husband and wife had a fight three years ago and are still mad at each other.

Zach lets me be and only talks about the task at hand, until later that night as I come out of the shower in a soft pair of satin snowflake pjs. He says, "Cam, you hungry?"

I shake my head no even though my tummy is growling I doubt I could eat from the emotional trauma I am enduring.

"Cammie, you need something in your stomach for surveillance tomorrow," He says.

I shake my head staring off into no where land and he sighs, fearing he may try to talk about 'it' again I say,"I don't care, just, just don't stand there like I am," I say realizing I have no real comeback.

Half an hour later he brings in, shrimp. He knows I love it, so he sets it out of me on the coffee table but I wait until he is in the shower to eat. I really need to think about what to do with our situation, but once I get my hands on the food it dawns on my all I have had is peanuts, a ham sand which and coffee since I woke up at five o'clock this morning. Once that is long gone, I curl up in bed and drift too sleep before Zach comes too bed at around two in the morning.


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