Author's Notes: Hey you, yes you. Read this chapter. Now.

Ally Carter owns The Gallagher Girls.

Chapter Two

Zach

I landed in Paris at exactly 11am. I stretch my stiff limbs and descend from the private jet. The organisation I work for, Blackthorn Elite, is generously funded. Which explains all the perks of my job. My chauffer was already waiting for me outside the airport. The service in Paris is fantastic.

I climb into the car and give the driver a nod.

"Mr Goode," He calls from the front. He had a white bushy moustache and no visible hair under his driving cap.

"This is he." I smile from the plush seating.

He gives a curt nod and puts the car into drive. I make use of this time to take my phone out of my coat and dial my girlfriend. She'd be expecting my call any minute now.

Cammie

I brush past the crowded rooms of the airport. My flight had been delayed a few minutes leaving me in a grouchy mood. I grab my suitcase and fight against the hustle to make it outside.

I smiled at the form of transportation I will be using to get to my hotel. It was sheer, black transfer car with tinted windows.

I open my door and scoot inside.

"Ms Morgan, I'm delighted to make your acquaintance." The driver smiles.

"Thank you," I nod. Suddenly my phone begins to vibrate in my pocket.

It was Zach probably calling to tell me he arrived in Tokyo for his business meeting.

"Hello?" I ask into the mouth piece.

"Hey babe," He coos in reply, "Just touched down in Tokyo."

"That's great, hope you had a safe trip," I say as I watch the interesting buildings pass by in a blur.

"I did, I miss you." He answered.

"I miss you too, Baby. I have a lunch date with Liz I need to go too. Be safe." I lie smoothly.

"Okay, I will. Bye Cam." He replies. I end the call swiftly and smile at my destination. The hotel was called Le Meurice. Fancy.

"I'll bring your bags up, Ms Morgan." The driver nods as he pops open the trunk.

"Thank you." I smile. I walk into the lobby and I'm greeted with a smiling concierge.

"Cameron Morgan." I tell him.

He types something into his computer and nods in approval. He hands me a flashy card for my room and gestures towards the elevators.

"Welcome to Paris," He says in a heavily accented voice, "And please enjoy your stay."

Zach

I make my way into my room and let out a low whistle at its brilliance. Blackthorn booked a room for me at Hotel Lutetia. And a smart choice too.

The walls were at best, plain except for a single painting of an orchard hanging above the king sized bed. The small kitchen was accompanied with champagne and bottles of water.

Damn. If only Cammie and I had spent a night here. Imagine the sex.

I pad over to the bed and pull my suitcase on top. I take out my clothes and walk over to the closet. Pushing it open, I notice a clean, ironed suit hanging contently in a plastic case.

There's a small note pinned to the material.

Wear this tonight.

Good Luck Goode.

Damn, Blackthorn is skilled. But like I need luck. I was aware that my mission would begin almost instantly. Starting at a fancy museum showing in the Louvre tonight.

I had a few hours to prepare for the night. That meant getting down to business.

Cammie

I flick through the channels on the cable. There's nothing to watch at midday. Jeez, you'd think Paris could offer a wider selection.

I groan as I turn the television off. I walk over to the small kitchen area and grab a cool bottle of water.

Compliments of Le Meurice. Enjoy.

Hell yes I'll enjoy. I down the bottle and walk back over to the bed. I scan the sparkly, red strapless dress I'll be wearing tonight. Gallagher, the spy organisation I work for, has laid it on my bed. I check the price tag.

€ 3000

I hastily bring my fingers away from the gentle fabric. I could practically feel myself growing poorer.

I think back to my two best friends in NYC, Bex and Liz. The three of us have worked for Gallagher ever since graduation. We've gone on missions together which have resulted in capturing the evil villain. Bex groaned with jealousy at my offer of the mission after telling her. Liz congratulated me and told me not to forget the basics. I missed them so much; maybe they'd help me overcome this boredom. I reluctantly turn back towards the flat screen and begin to scan through the channels once more.

Zach

"…108, 109, 200." I exclaim as I finish my final push-up. I begin to practice my snap kicks. Keeping track in my head. I check the time, 6pm.

I walk into the bathroom and pull my clothes off. I bustle into the shower and let the warmth relax my muscles.

I let my head roll back to enjoy the feeling. When I'm contempt with my sanitary requirements I exit the shower and walk over to my closet with a towel wrapped around my waist.

The suit hangs there, untouched. I take it off the hook and out of the plastic.

I put the suit on and wink at my reflection in the mirror. Damn, I felt sorry for any ladies getting a look at me tonight.

I strut out of the lobby and smile delightfully as my chauffeur has arrived on time again.

"Tardiness is not a problem for you I assume," I say as I buckle the seatbelt around myself.

"I'm dedicated to my job, Mr Goode, what can I say?" The chauffeur smirks. "Mr Soloman has assured the arrival of this envelope to you." The driver places one hand into the visa and hands me a clean manila envelope.

My idea of fun. I peel it open and scan over the typed lettering.

ADDRESSED TO: Operative Goode, Zachary.

SENT ON: 13TH March, 2012. 1500 hrs.

Mr Goode. Thank you for accepting the terms of this assignment.
Your mission is to infiltrate the Louvre, Paris, France. Our sources have speculated a heist that will occur tonight. We are unaware as to what possession is aimed to be stolen.

We have set-up an invitation to the museum showing. It is attached to this report.

Be haste. Be Calm.

Stick to your cover.

Locate the larcenists.

Good Luck, Mr Goode.

Chief Operative Joe Solomon.
Blackthorn Elite.

I eye the invitation with the name Carson Lightwood printed on it in fancy lettering.

"We have arrived, Mr Goode." The chauffeur gave a curt nod.

I thank him and step out of the car, invite in hand. I flash the guard a smile and show him my invite. He nods and ushers me inside. Tonight, I'm not Zachary Goode.

I'm Carson Lightwood and I intend to stick to it.

Cammie

The Louvre was simple and elegant. It helped the viewers to focus on the masterpieces that adorned the walls. I clutch my purse and scan the area.

Rachel, the chief operative at Gallagher, had told me that my mission was to stop a heist that was scheduled to occur tonight. Fun.

I walk around the room and pretend to interpret the paintings in front of me. There so different and interesting that I find myself getting lost in their beauty.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" I turn to look for the person who has awoken me out of my reverie.
"Yes, they are," I say to a dark-haired man beside me.

"I could say the same for you," The man smiles me. He's dressed in a clean suit with a perfectly tied bowtie. He has stubble surrounding his jaw that travels down his neck. He's handsome but he doesn't hold a candle to Zach.

"Thank you," I smile back in reply.

"I'm Adrian O'Stead." He flashes me another smile as he extends his hand for me.

"Rosie Hale," I shake his hand. Stick to my cover.

"Well Ms Hale, I couldn't help but notice your deep interest in these pieces." Adrian says as he motions to the walls.

"There all very interesting," I say.

He nods in agreement then hands me glass of glistening champagne.

"Champagne?" He asks. I thank him and accept the glass.

"You'll have to excuse me, Ms Hale." He squeezes my hand and walks towards the other side of the room.

There's something odd about him. I think as I stare down at the glass of champagne. I train my eyes on the bottom of the drink and smile at his feeble attempt. It was a good idea but not good enough. I poor the drugged liquid into a nearby pot plant and deposit the glass. I just discovered another objective.

Zach

I watch people move and talk about another painting. Glass of champagne in their hands. There's a few good looking girls but nothing close to Cammie.

I must be thinking about her too much because I swear I just saw her walk through the crowd. Damn it, Goode. You have a heist to intercept.

I walk towards a painting and tilt my head. It's weird. I'll give the artist that. I walk down towards other paintings when something catches my attention. I smell something, something really weird. I backtrack and find myself facing a pot plant. I evaluate the plant intently. It has a strange aroma to it. Champagne? No, it's more than that. I take a sniff and it hits me. The plant smells like rohypnol. The drug used in roofies.

I quickly stand up and look over the crowd. Someone here is obviously trying to drug someone. I walk around again. Hoping to find anyone out of place.

My eyes land on a hot brunette. Well, she seems hot. I can only see the back of her. She has dark, chocolate hair flowing behind her as she walks eagerly out of the room. Her tight, red strapless dress, which I couldn't help made her butt look irresistible, limited her movements. Giving me the perfect opportunity to tail her.

Cammie

I've only made it a few steps towards the exit when I have the feeling that someone is following me.

I take a quick look behind me, pretending to adjust my dress. There's a guy looking intently at a portrait. His head is cocked to the side that I can't identify his face, but I'm almost certain he's tailing me.

His fault.

I walk out the door and turn the corner swiftly, hiding behind a pillar. I watch the exit and soon enough I see him emerge outside. It's dark so his face still isn't visible but I grab a small knife from my garter. I wait around the corner until I see his shadow approaching and I swiftly pin him against the wall. The moonlight is hitting his face perfectly that his features come into contact. We share the same look. Confusion and shock. And we have a damn reason too.

"Cammie?" He asks, eyes wide.

"Zach," I respond, my breath slightly hitched, "What are you doing here?"

Oh boy, I was not expecting this.

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