Huge thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed. This college semester is almost over and so it's been really hard to find time to write. I have 3 weeks left in the semester, so I'm hoping to update soon after that. Then my updates will come more often!

This chapter has some influence and a quote from the tv show Leverage, along with a line from the movie National Treasure. Points to anyone who can find the quotes ;)

Please let a review, let me know what you think!

"Cammie, maybe you should hear him out. You don't even know what happened."

"What possible excuse could there be?" Cammie shook her head. "I don't know. I just want to get through the next few days. I have to be at the tarmac in 40 minutes. Townsend assigned us to the same assignment."

Bex straightened up indignantly. "What?"

"It's business. It's my job. It won't be personal." Cammie stood up and dragged her dad's old army bag from the hall closet. She never had been much of a packer. Her eyes drifted past the brand new luggage in the back, and she braced herself for the rush of emotion, but none came. The lack of emotion wasn't as startling as it should have been. Was she even feeling anymore?

Cammie slammed the door shut, on both the closet, and the memories, and went to go pack.

She would be fine. She was fine.

-:-:-:-

Cammie had planned to meet Zach at the airport. There was no need to live through the painful reunion that would occur if Zach showed up at her apartment. That's not what she told him of course, but they both knew what she meant.

However, she didn't account for the fact that Zach was…Zach. Completely unpredictable. And obstinate.

Even though Bex knew he was in town, neither one of them had planned for her unexpected instinctual reaction. And suddenly Cammie's packing was being interrupted by a crashing noise that sounded painfully like Great Aunt Ida's crystal lamp breaking, followed by a great amount of cursing and yelling in what sounded like Gujarati.

Cammie dropped the shirt she was currently folding (although, if she's being honest, nothing is actually being folded) and exhaled in exasperation as her eyes rolled upwards. She knew that this would happen eventually, but she had been hoping to avoid the confrontation until after they got back from the case.

"Don't give me that! I was the one who considered giving you a second chance!" Bex had Zach against the wall in a specialized hold of her own invention. Bex holds didn't have names. She claimed that naming them took the "special" out and made them textbook. Cammie was pretty sure that was Baxter for "its illegal."

"Bex-" Cammie stopped her hesitant reprimand as Zach's eyes met hers. A thousand looks passed between them. Or at least, attempted to. But this was purely from habit, from years of having conversations without words. Cammie's gaze shuttered almost immediately and she stiffly walked into the connected kitchen.

How was she supposed to respond to this? Cammie had never had a 'normal' life, per se, but she was pretty sure that most civilians wouldn't respond well to their dead best friend coming back. Oh, no, I'm not dead, I just had to fake my death for the past four and a half years. Sorry 'bout that.

There hadn't been a section in the AEGIS3 handbook for these kinds of situations. How To Deal If Your Dead Partner Comes Back To Life.

She was pretty sure Bex's sarcasm was rubbing off on her.

After another five minutes and 23 seconds of shuffling aimlessly around the kitchen, opening and closing random cabinet doors as she listened to Zach and Bex finish their….disagreement, Cammie finally gave up the ruse and grabbed her ratty suitcase from its spot near the back door. In an attempt to fit her cover, her suitcase was actually an old green army duffel bag that used to be her grandpa's.

She walked back out into the living room and reluctantly looked at Zach. "Let's go."

-:-:-:-

The ride to the airport was silent. Uncomfortably silent.

Cammie considered breaking the silence for all of two seconds.

No.

It was too soon to try and has out what had happened. And this was hardly the place to attempt that anyway. Arguments between the two of them usually ended in yelling and pacing. Any attempts at conversation at this point would have to be painful small talk, something neither of them enjoyed.

She turned her attention to the car instead.

It was a black, 2013 Tesla Model S. Very subtle. Whatever he had been doing the past four and a half years had obviously paid off in spades. She clenched her jaw slowly and stared straight ahead. At least he had something tangible to show for his time away.

Suddenly desperate for something to do, she rifled through the bags at her feet and pulled out their profiles, complete with new identities.

She opened her folder and Zach's folder and held them side by side. Her new name was Cammie Mason. Zach was to be Zach Mason. A sudden feeling of dread started creeping up through her stomach and chest. She scanned the whole file until she found what she was looking for.

"Relationship: Siblings"

Thank you, Townsend. Cammie breathed an inaudible sigh of relief.

"So what's our story?" Zach's eyes never strayed from the road.

"Zach and Cammie Mason, brother and sister. We're on a trip to the Carson-Iceberg Wilderness because we….love to camp?"

He shrugged. "Works for me. No one is going to ask, anyway. Do we have any other family?"

It was Cammie's turn to shrug. "Only if the situation calls for it, I guess." She studied the files a few minutes more and then frowned. "Here's something. There's a note in here. Says that we're on the same flight as two major employees from a company that AEGIS3 is watching. If we see anything suspicious, we need to note it and let Townsend know."

Zach frowned. "What company?"

"Imagistics. From what I can tell-there isn't much information here- they specialize in lots of things, but one of the branches in their company is frozen food. They're suspected of messing with ingredients and expiration dates in their food. They have a suspicious number of deaths and illnesses that they've successfully covered up, and I guess we've been keeping an eye on them. No hard proof yet." Cammie held up the pictures of the two employees for him.

He glanced at the pictures, committing them to memory in less than five seconds, and nodded slowly. "Names?"

"Sally Bennett and Chris Damian."

"Alright."

Zach pulled into the airport parking lot and smoothly pulled into the first available space he saw. Cammie packed up the files and started to take off her seatbelt. She stopped as she saw him studying her face, making no effort to get out of the car.

"What?" The word came out blunter than she had meant it.

Zach hesitated. Stopped. Opened his mouth again. "Look. I know you're mad at me, Ga-"

"Cammie." There was an underlying steel to her tone.

He winced. A resigned look came over his face a moment later and he nodded. "Cammie. I know you're probably mad at me, and you have every right to be," he hurried as he noticed the look on her face. "And I promise I'll explain everything, but can we please at least act congenial towards each other for now?"

Cammie felt a cold fury sweep through her at his words. The feeling surprised her. She hadn't felt this rich an emotion since…

She kept her face straight, robotically opened the door and stepped out, grabbing her bags as she went.

"Okay," he muttered, following suit. They walked in silence towards the airport.

Once they got halfway through the parking lot, closer to the other civilians, Cammie loosened her posture and plastered a practiced smile on her face, convincing but not very big. She wasn't a miracle worker. Just a highly established spy who happened to be very ticked off at the moment. And rightly so. Although 'ticked off' didn't quite cover it.

"Here you go," she effortlessly slid her bags off her arms and onto his, adding at least 40 pounds to his load. Cammie threw an easy grin his way. "Big brothers are supposed to be gentlemen. That's how Mom raised you, isn't it?"

"Depends," Zach smirked, "on how irritating my little sister is being."

Cammie didn't respond verbally, choosing instead to elbow him roughly. The tension between them could wait. They had to sell this act.

-:-:-:-

The 10 hour plane ride was long and awkward. Zach ended up falling asleep halfway through the first movie, resulting in the cliché moment where Cammie found herself serving as the pillow. Thankfully, he eventually shifted, leaving just enough room for her to slide out of her seat and head towards the tiny bathroom.

There were three sections of seats in the plane, with the middle one being a lot larger than the two sides. The airplane tickets that Townsend had provided were perfect, two of the three seats available on the left side. The third seat was left unoccupied, providing them with some modicum of privacy.

The bathrooms were both occupied when Cammie got there, so she stepped to the side of the tiny corridor to wait. A crying baby quickly caught her attention and she turned her head slightly to look. One of her favorite things to do, and what helped make her such a good spy, was her tendency to people watch. Of course, her methods of people watching usually differed from a normal person's because of her heightened senses and skills.

The young mother holding the child was distressed, trying to keep the baby quiet with little success. However, it wasn't the mother that worried her. No, it was the man sitting six rows in front of her. Chris Damian.

Cammie's eyes narrowed as she frowned. Something was off…..

The man was sweating like a pig and showing all the major signs of nervousness. The seat beside him was empty.

Cammie turned back to the bathroom, now empty, and glanced pleadingly at the woman in front of her. "I'm so sorry, but is there any way I could cut in front of you?" she whispered.

The woman looked up disinterestedly.

"It's just," Cammie lowered her voice even more, "The man walking towards us is my ex, and I really need to get out of this hallway." She subtly pointed her head towards the very large, very muscular man (Cammie was pretty sure he was an ex-con and possibly involved in a mob based on the suspicious tattoo that was peeking out from under his sleeve) walking across the plane towards them.

The woman looked at the man and stepped back away from the bathroom. "I see why you left him," was all that she said.

Cammie smiled gratefully in response and slipped into the tiny room. She took less than two minutes to slightly change her appearance, putting in deep brown contacts and changing shirts, putting her hair up in a high ponytail. It wasn't much, but hopefully if she ever had to see Chris Damian again he wouldn't recognize her

As she stepped back out into the hallway, she avoided eye contact with the woman, whispering a quiet 'thank you' as she slipped by.

Cammie walked up the aisle and sat down in the seat by Chris Damian. "Is this seat taken?"

There was no answer, merely a quick shake of the head.

Cammie frowned. Why would Imagistics buy two tickets for their employees and seat them separately? She pulled out her phone, quickly hacked into the airport's website and found the receipt for Damian's seat. It was paid for by Imagistics, in the same transaction as one seat in first class.

She turned to Damian and smiled. "Thanks so much. I was stuck back there, same row as the screaming baby. I swear, if I had to sit there one more second, I was going to lose my mind!"

Damian nodded, seemingly relaxing as he turned towards her. "It's no problem."

"You flying alone?"

He nodded.

"Business or pleasure? You strike me as a company guy," Cammie smiled warmly as she mindlessly messed with her phone.

"I am. I work for Imagistics."

Cammie frowned, cocking her head to the side. "Is that the company that makes all those cameras?"

"No, we specialize in lots of things, some electronics, but I work in the division that overlooks the frozen foods we produce."

"Well, that sounds…boring," she stated.

Damian smiled. "Sometimes." He shifted in his seat and turned to look out the window.

"Don't like flying?"

"No, flying is fine, but I'm headed to Carson City for a business meeting, and I'm nervous about how it's going to go." He really was nervous. He was rambling, sharing more than he probably normally would.

"What's it for?" She scrolled through pictures on her phone, attempting to make him feel more comfortable talking. The trick to the random questions was keeping it from feeling like an interrogation. The baby had finally stopped crying, she realized subconsciously.

"I found some irregularities in payments the company had made, and some mistakes in our product testing. They're sending me down to Nevada to help go over the mistakes."

Mistakes in payments? Cammie clicked her phone off and sat still, thinking. "I'm sure it'll go well," she replied absently.

Suddenly her eyes widened. "It was nice talking to you," she smiled at him. "Thanks for letting me borrow the seat."

She turned back in the direction of her seat and walked calmly, normally, until she reached Zach. She sat down in her seat and touched Zach's neck, just under his jaw, knowing that to be the one spot he hated people touching. (There was an incident at Gallagher involving some thick rope, a burlap sack, and hairspray. It was a touchy topic with him.) He woke up instantly, tensing as he took in his surroundings.

"Zach," she whispered in his ear, "something's wrong. I talked to Damian. He was rambling nervously and said the company is sending him to Nevada in order to review some mistakes he found in the product testing that was done on the frozen food. He also mentioned that he found some unusually large payments there."

Zach sat up, concentrating.

"The information we were given on the case said that the other employee, Sally Bennett, is here for close to the same reasons, only in another division of the company. They didn't know yet why Damian was here."

"So, we have two employees for the same company that found unusually large payments that the company gave to whoever reviewed and tested the company's products? And they placed both employees in separate areas so they don't accidentally meet and realize that they're here for the same reasons…"

Cammie nodded. "Last time I had a case like this, the company was trying to get rid of anything that could cast a suspicious light on their product. The large payments were probably the pay-offs to keep anyone from finding out about bad reviews. They can't have anyone that works for them noticing pay-offs. I don't think they're sending these people to Nevada for meetings. I think they're sending them off so they don't ever come back."

Zach's eyes widened. "Imagistics is going to take down the plane they're on. Take down the plane we're on."

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