I decided to continue because what is sleep? This is pretty short anyway.

"Well I guess we should get settled, no point and trying to get out of here," Zach huffs.

"Mr. Solomon wouldn't put us in here if he didn't think we could get out," I counter not really believing what I'm saying. Either way, I push myself up and walk towards the impenetrable wall that I got shoved through.

Zach looks at me incredulously, "Do you really believe he put us- "He waves a figure back and forth between me then him, "Together so we could break out of a safe, on a Friday, just for fun? His life's not that dull, Gallagher Girl."

"Doesn't mean we can't try," I protest.

I find my zone again and pick up where I left off before Zach distracted me. I will myself to remain 100% focused starting now.

"Aw, you're doing it again! The little wrinkle is back," he motions to his forehead and smirks "It's honestly adorable."

I can not turn around right now. Or else Zach would know how red I am, and I can't have that. If he saw he would berate me endlessly once he sees the effect his words had. I avoid acknowledging him and try to get back to work, I really don't like failed missions, they always seem to come back and bite me in the-

There. I feel a latch out of pattern in the mechanics. I wiggle it a little to the right- no budge. I try the opposite direction and it gives. The door doesn't pop open, so I know I only completed step one.

"Good job, Gallagher girl," Zach claps. "I'm rooting for you!"

And I'm red again.

Maybe I would be able to get work done if I killed him. Theoretically it is possible. I'll keep that in the back of my mind If my blush goes down enough to give me the opportunity to make that possible.

I notice the once smooth wall to my right has an indent now. I almost missed it because it was practically on the floor. I crouch down to see that it's not just an indent, it's a quarter sized hole in the wall.

Being the genius, I am I stick my finger in it, hoping to find a button or a wire or something that could be of any use to me. My figures brush what feels to be pins of a lock. I know exactly what to do next. For being the best safe in the world, it sure can be easily cracked.

"What is it?" For a minute I forgot Zach was still with me.

"It's just a lock, easy!" I proved Zach wrong, maybe this whole experience was worthwhile.

I'm already reaching for the bobby pin that's always in my hair (for lock picking needs more than the intended purpose) when Zach jogs over to where I am, "Oh, so just get one of your girly hair thingy's and were out of here."

"Yeah, simple. Told you so." Now its my turn to smirk.

"I guess I was wrong, Gallagher girl," He puts his hands up in surrender. "I know your not going to let this one go."

If the universe didn't have it out for me, I would be jumping up on down screaming "I WIN!", but the universe does have it out for me. So, my fingers fumble through my hair as I desperately search for trusty bobby pin, grasping at strands of hair but no pins.

I give up on trying to find one there and search my uniform. In my shoes? No. Clipped on the hem of my skirt? No. My shirt? No. I was getting so desperate I almost checked my bra, but that really isn't smart in this context.

Zach is looking at me expectantly while I'm doing everything except look at him.

"You do have one, don't you?" He looks more amused than annoyed to my surprise. Doesn't he want to get out of here as much as me?

"Well," I start.

"That's a "no" then," He sighs and walks back to where he was sitting before.

"You know you really should carry a couple of those with you, being a girl and all- not to mention a spy," He notes as he plops himself down.

"I don't see you carrying any," Now I'm just grasping at whatever I can to take the attention away from myself. "You know, being a spy and all."

"If you haven't notice, I don't need bobby pins," He flips his hand through his imaginary long hair and feigns an offended look. "My luscious locks hold their place all on their own."

I can't help it, maybe because its getting late or being in a confined space with a mysterious and attractive boy who I'm still trying to figure out or just the image of Zach with long hair, but my walls slip too.

So I laugh.

I'm still half laughing when I ask, "but really, no swiss army knife?" He shakes his head. "No file?" Again a no.

I slouch and huff. "So, my attempts at freedom are pointless."

"It was an admirable attempt, Gallagher girl," He pats the spot next to him on the floor. "Feel free to give up whenever you're ready, I'm getting lonely over here."

I can tell my defeated posture brings him joy, for what sick reason I do not know. Right now, there really is nothing else to do. I have lost again.

As I make my way reluctantly towards him, he smirks.

"Oh, cheer up, Gallagher girl," Zach shrugs. "You and I get to spend the rest of the night together. What could be better than that?"

Getting out of here and watching the Jason Bourne movies with my sisters, I think to myself.

Don't get me wrong, if every time we were together something embarrassing didn't happen to me, I would be a happy camper right about now. However, I do make a fool of myself every time he is around and scientifically, the more time I spend with him the more opportunities to humiliate Cammie there are. The correlation is irrefutable. I could totally get Liz to back me up on that.

Just as I'm folding my legs to sit next to Zach the door swings upon. It takes my eyes a second to get used to the change in light, but I see Mr. Solomon.

He has one hand on the door and in the other he holds up a bobby pin (the bobby pin that I am 99% sure was in my hair before I got into this safe). I gap.

"You didn't think I would make it that easy on you, did you?" He smirks.

"Assignment's over, enjoy your night." And then he's gone, leaving me to wonder what really was the point of this exercise.

Admittedly not my best work, but it's late and I'm tired. Still, Please review and leave suggestions, it means a lot!