A/N: So to clear a few things up: Tina is not a spy neither is Zach but you'll see he's not as simple as the rich celebrity he pretends to be and leads us to believe. Cammie dislikes Zach because of prejudices, I guess: she thinks he's full of himself and fake and feels as if he doesn't deserve his celebrity, having done nothing to be it apart from being rich from birth.

"I'd wish this moment, was ours to own it and that it would never leave…"

"Macey don't you think it'll be rather odd if you arrive with Zachary Goode's three new bodyguards to be?" Cammie wondered aloud, while pretending to struggle with her luggage.

A man in his early twenties hurried over to her side and slid the suit case off the rolling mat. Cameron smiled gratefully, exchanged a few thankful words with him and he proceeded to leave. After collecting all their things they effortlessly dragged them to a new waiting area, to tarry while waiting for their ride to arrive. The room had large bay windows overlooking the wide expanse of New York. Cammie and her friends stood in a straight line, staring in awe at the buildings, that is except Macey who chewed on her gum filing her nails thinking about how the city was unsurprisingly still the same from the last time she had been there.

"And we're supposed to protect one guy in the middle of all this?" Liz said.

"Why do bloody famous people always live in the busiest of places?" Bex snarled exasperated.

"Cammie, you know about what you said before. We already figured out our cover: I'm Macey McHenry, the senator's daughter who brought her two friends with her to New York, Bex and Liz aren't really going to be his bodyguards just your sidekicks and you well depending on the cover you get appointed by Zach and his mother we'll see how we become your friends, though now I realize we forgot one big detail." Macey said quickly, all in one breath, her mouth barely moving, if someone was an ace in lip reading he wouldn't have managed to read what she said.

"WHAT? That's not possible!" Liz screamed. "We calculated everything down to the last degree."

Macey nodded sadly. "We forgot that I've already been seen with Cameron, in Boston."

Bex shrugged. "The outcome is obvious isn't it? Cammie came here for a job and you decided to follow, inviting us to come along."

"Let's hope the Goode's give you a good cover." Macey said. "Where did the guys go?" She added looking around curiously.

"Jonas said that their friend was picking them up or something so they've left." Liz explained.

"Too bad, I was starting to enjoy their presence." Bex stated with a nonchalant shrug.

"Hmm." Was the only noise that came out of Cammie's mouth as she thoughtfully stared out the window.

"You know, now that I think about it, those two boys looked a bit familiar." Macey pondered, only to be ignored by her friends.

"What are you thinking about Cams?" Bex asked, turning from the view.

"I was thinking that," Cameron roughly threw herself into a chair and shook her dirty blond hair out of its pony tail. "Despite the fact that we're going to be stuck body guarding a stuck up snob rich arrogant prat celebrity, we might be able to have some fun. I mean this is New York City, there must be at least one interesting thing to do here."

Macey looped her arm through Cammie's with a large grin and yanked the blond girl out of her seat and brought her to the window.

"Come on Cammie! Cameron! Cammie-bear! Cammeroo!" She exclaimed, clutching her arm gently. "We're in the city of success! The city of dreams! The city where you're led to believe that all your dreams will come true, only to have them crushed like a cockroach under your foot! The city of love! And all those other cheesy clichés that get your hopes up for no reason!" Macey proclaimed in an enthusiastic voice.

"The city of love is Paris, isn't it?" Cammie corrected.

Macey flicked her hand in a dismissive type of way. "Technicalities." She said grimacing at the 'a' as well as stressing it. "The point is that we're bound to have fun, we're 18, legal adults, no parents! I'm pretty sure we can think of something to do that's worth while!"

Cam twisted out of her grasp and walked a few steps away. "With you I'm not certain that's a good thing."

"I'm hurt." She proclaimed, a hand over her heart. "I, my friends, am simply all kinds of awesome!" She yelled throwing her arms out, a big smile on her face and she twirled around happily, her skirt fanning out as well. Of course she had no idea that a couple days later she would be doing that exact same gesture much less gaily because if she had, the girls were pretty sure she wouldn't be so happy right now.

" 'Xcuse me?" A hesitant voice sounded behind them and they turned simultaneously to stare at a boy perhaps their age, dressed in black jeans and a white dress shirt with a black suit jacket, his tie undone and his hair messed up. He had his hands stuffed deep into his pant pockets and was sporting a crooked smile.

"I'm Zachary Goode's new driver and I'm here to pick up Macey McHenry, Rebecca Baxter, Elizabeth Sutton and Cameron Morgan, are you them?" He asked, glancing up from a small sheet of paper.

"It's Bex to you boy." Bex said, stepping forward threateningly.

The boy drew back and nodded, not trusting his voice to speak after all Bex was rather intimidating when she wanted to be. The girls followed him back to a sleek black limousine and put their bags in the trunk. Sitting down in the back they waited for the boy to come place himself in the driver's seat before examining the limo, searching for bugs, they surprisingly enough found five and crushed them under their soles. In the limousine there was a newspaper rack filled with old and new papers, a mini fridge filled to the brim with champagne and coca cola and a TV. Cammie turned on the TV only to have a picture of Zachary freaking Goode appear on the screen. She reached out to pick up the remote again to rapidly shut it off but couldn't find it. She searched for it, finding Liz and Bex examining the remote with cruel smiles. Cameron frantically scrambled towards the girls shouting something about not wanting to see Zach's face more then was going to be necessary.

"SHUT IT OFF, SHUT IT OFF!" She yelled, finally clutching the control she pressed the buttons' deliriously. Not getting anywhere she threw it across the car, landing bulls-eye on Macey.

Macey's laughing cut off short as Bex shook her head saying: "I didn't know you hated him enough to become crazy, one would almost think you were hiding a secret crush!"

"If it was a secret it would explain why I would be hiding it you dumb-butt!" Cameron screeched. "And that is not the case!"

"Then why do you dislike him with such a passion without even having met the poor bloke?"

Cammie opened her mouth to answer but someone gripped onto her ankle, she screamed as she was pulled back and Macey jumped on her with an evil smirk.

"I'll teach you to throw things at me!" Mace hollered.

The girl's cat fought and spy fought all at once, while yelling insults at the other. Suddenly Bex seized Cameron's hair knowing it was her soft spot and ripped her away from Macey. Cam yelped in pain, clutching her head as she moaned. Once Bex made sure the two girls promised to calm down, she freed Cammie. Cameron grinned at Mace, they burst out laughing and Liz caught sight of the driver staring at them with wide eyes.

After a few moments Macey faced the boy who was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel while staring at the light, willing it to turn green.

"So tell me, you're a bit young to be someone's driver, aren't you?" She said.

He shrugged. "I'm nineteen, old enough isn't it?"

Macey acquiesced before leaning forward so that her elbows were resting on the separation and flung her legs back and forth. "What's your name, guy?" Lacking a better thing to call him.

"Why don't you call me guy for a little bit longer and if you earn the merit to know my name I'll tell you." He offered, Macey smirked pleased by his attitude.

"Okay, guy, why are you Zach's new driver?"

"Since he's in danger they needed a capable driver and the last one wasn't good enough for quick get aways."

"And you're better are ya hot-shot?" Macey joked. He merely nodded so Macey leaned closer to him so that her lips were almost brushing his ear. "Prove it." She challenged.

"Alright, buckle up ladies." And then he stepped on the gas pedal and the world was but lines and blurs as he drove in small alleys, weaved his way through tightly packed cars and over sidewalks, managing to almost squish only one person once.

They screeched into the parking lot of a big old fashioned mansion and the butler, seeming unperturbed by the car's entry simply prepared to open the door for them. The spies tumbled out, slightly dizzy from being tossed around the back of the limo and giggled in joy, Cammie pulled off her heels and Bex kicked the ground in excitement.

"I'm impressed guy." Macey said, giving him an approving look.

"Of course you are." He winked and left to park the car in an underground parking lot.

"Geez this place is bigger than our school!" Liz exclaimed.

"Three guesses as to how much staff works here!" Bex screamed.

"I wonder how many secret passages there are… I'm willing to bet at least one." Cammie thought aloud.

They headed in, Liz, Macey and Bex going to their bedrooms leaving Cammie to go to the living room for the pre-arranged meeting with Zachary Goode and his mother. Striding into the room she found herself alone. She had thought as much. She looked at the place closely, taking in the gold covered glass table, the ornate grandfather clock, the beige grand piano and all the other furniture she would never dream of buying. She felt as though she were in the Queen of England's palace.

"Very ostentatious." Cammie observed.

Seeing modern picture frames she saw pictures of Zachary pretending to punch some guys and girls to the sand at the beach, him kicking a football in his swimming boxers with his friends at the beach, or even him sun tanning with three boys beside him and wearing sunglasses. Astonishingly he did not have abs, of course he had a flat stomach and you could see the beginning of abs appearing but they weren't too visible. Cameron felt herself smiling in approbation, thinking about how over rated abs were, before catching herself and masking her face.

Exasperated she put her shoes back on and dropped to the couch, unregretfully putting her feet on the delicate table. "Miss Morgan I suppose that you are not aware that that table is priceless."

"760 200 dollars to be exact." Cam replied automatically, not caring that the woman was indirectly telling her to move her feet.

The lady nodded, happy that the girl in charge of her son's protection was well trained indeed but of course she was a sister, so how could she not be?

"This is why you shouldn't have your feet on it." Cammie had the decency to blush and rapidly removed her feet.

The lady stepped forward with a welcoming smile; hand out ready for a shake. Cammie shook her hand and snapped her tasteless gum.

"Katherine Goode." She introduced.

"Cammie Morgan." She said back only in politeness seeing as the lady obviously knew most anything about the girl.

"My son shall be arriving at any moment; he went to pick up his friends at the airport and was supposed to arrive before you…" She seemed slightly put out that the girls had arrived before her son.

"Oh don't blame your son Mrs. 'cause that was most probably our fault. We wanted to test out his new driver." She explained.

"Ah yes he came from Blackthorne especially for this opportunity."

"It seems to me that the best spies in training are all coming here for the lowest jobs."

"Excuse me?" Katherine asked, indignant.

"Oh don't get me wrong Mrs. but you went to to Gallagher right? So you must understand that no self respecting spy would accept a job as neither a bodyguard nor a driver." Cams defended.

Mrs. Goode chuckled slightly in understanding and wiped her hands on her pencil skirt. "Please no speaking of my past too clearly around my son, he does not know I used to be a spy, he doesn't know what I used to be and I would like things to stay that way. I gave it all up when his father died, I did not want him to lose both his parents. My decision turned out to be a good one don't you think? Look at me now: a millionaire in the biggest house in New York."

"People out to kill your son for that money." Cammie added thoughtfully.

"That is the only problem which is why I must ask you to have no distractions on this job. I couldn't bear to lose my son." She said softly.

Cameron understood her pain, not knowing what her mother would do if she lost Cammie. So she vowed to herself that no matter how much Zachary would infuriate her she would protect him at all costs: if not for Zach then for his mother.

"Do not worry ma'am, I shall protect your son as best as I can."

"I have no doubt; I was one of you not so long ago." After a pause she asked. "Has it changed since I was last there?" She inquired eagerly, Cammie could perceive a hint of regret for the past in her eyes and was just about to answer when Zachary walked in, head high.

"Has what changed mother?" He asked.

"Nothing." Katherine and Cameron replied at the same time.

The dark haired boy with shockingly green eyes and tanned skin looked from his mom to the average height girl in the living room. He smiled at them both and hugged his mother; he offered a hand to Cammie who merely looked at it before turning back to his mother.

"No it hasn't changed, it's exactly the same and I suspect that it will always and forever stay the same." Cam continued the conversation.

Katherine grinned appreciatively at the girl. "Wonderful, it would be such a shame to modify such a sight. Is there still that tapestry in the hallway by the stairs? I recall admiring it with my friends when I was younger."

"Oh yes it's still there, as dusty as ever."

Zachary Goode shifted his weight not liking that this girl obviously knew more about his mother's past than he did and he swore to himself that he would find out what his mother was trying so desperately to hide from him. He had constantly thought that his mother had a dark past and that was why she was afraid of her son finding out but seeing as how they were passionately exchanging stories it was not possible.

"Zachary this is Cameron Morgan, she is from Gallagher Academy for exceptional young women and she is going to be in charge of your security detail." The brunette explained.

"Gallagher? Isn't that a school for rich snobs?" He asked and he could have sworn that he heard Cameron mutter something resembling: "Stupid idiot, I'll show him a rich snob." But he shook his head a waited for a reply.

"No it is just a school for special students. To set things straight we are as of now on a need-to-know-basis so no more questions from you. Oh and no I'm not too young to protect you, it'll be all the more discreet." Cammie said coldly.

She didn't appear to be the nicest of people to Zachary but he shrugged it off as intimidation of meeting a billionaire for the first time.

"Can I see what you can do before I trust you with my life?" He was skeptical and Cammie threw him over her shoulder, kneeled on his back and twisted his arm, placing pressure on it.

He tried to hide a wince while secretly being impressed by her strength. "If you annoy me more than I can stand, I'll break your arm, got it?" She growled.

Zach smirked and Cammie smiled kindly as his mother laughed whole heartedly. "It reminds me of the good old days."

Cammie nodded as if agreeing with his mother and Zach was left even more confused. "My mother sends her love, she would have loved to see you but you know how it is in this life. Though she did order me to give you this, it's a favor," She paused glancing at Zach then turning back to Katherine. "Regarding his offer. Oh and on a happier note, Joe says he hasn't forgotten the bet you lost back in Junior year during the exchange and he requests for his prize because you, and I quote, 'didn't have the guts to jump'." Cameron said cryptically, leaving Zachary in the doubt, he could make hypotheses but that was all he could make.

"Oh my I must leave you two to figure out a cover, the most credible one you can find while I call them." She walked out shaking her head.

Zach and the girl sat far away from each other on the couch discussing possible covers but each one was shot down because of an uncredible detail: they had gone from long lost family member to childhood best friend, passing by future investor to the Goode fortune. Most consisted of too much work in making a basic storyline. They had unconsciously gotten closer to one another on the couch during their conversation and were now almost stuck to one another.

"We'll never find a believable cover." Cameron said in defeat.

"Well…" Zach started. Cammie's head snapped up as she eyed him quizzically.

"Well what?"

"I guess the only solution is that you pretend to be my girlfriend." He suggested with a smirk.

"You have got to be kidding me!" She said in disgust.

He shrugged. "Well hey! It's either that or you become my new over obsessed stalker fan girl. You pick."

She frowned at him as he smiled knowing full well she didn't have much choice in the matter.

Damn, she hated young billionaires.

A/N: Hiya! What do you think? It's the second chapter! Review please 'cause it really really helps motivate me to write a new chapter. So review please? I'll do a shout out to you if you'd like! Thanks to all the previous reviewers, they really made my day! If you have any ideas you'd like to suggest then I'm all for listening to them, or reading them should I say!