Recap: I flick my now brown curled lock and ran the stairs. I need to stop him. I passed each store, not caring if it's a good one or not but I did care about the cameras. I finally reached second floor and the elevator opened. I stepped in and there was only me and him.

Good.

I looked at him and did what a spy would do…

"Hey," I flashed him my oh-so kind smile.

"Hey." He said kindly back, then he started fidgeting.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You keep fidgeting. Afraid I'll rape you?" I joked. He laughed. Good. I was doing my purpose.

"No. I'm just going to be late." He said.

"Where are you going? Sorry, I'm not trying to be nosy."

"Nah. It's fine. I'm going to the Ruby Slipper Exhibit."

"For?" I knew I would be getting on his nerve. Remember when your parents said to give your best impression? Well, that doesn't work for a spy, unless you're applying for a job. It's just a cover.

"Nothing." He looked away.

"Oh. So a guy would go to a ruby slipper exhibit for nothing. Are you gay or something?" I snickered.

He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. "Probably. But then again, with a body like this," He said, pointing to his body. He was slowly walking towards me with each word he's dropping. "No one can doubt that, right Chameleon?" He said slowly. When he mentioned my codename, his lips were touching my ear, letting his hot breath tease my skin. I was intoxicated by his presence and did what I wouldn't do as a spy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he reacted back, wounding his arms around me.

He kissed me through my jaw line, my neck, my cheek, and the corners of my lips. He wasn't kissing me… not yet. When my mind was back on track, he decided to make me lose it again by crashing his hot lips on mine. I didn't know why, but I responded to his lips. But then I remembered I can't be distracted. I narrowed my now open eyes and slapped a napotine patch on his neck.

"Sorry, Blackthorne boy, I just can't let you get your way." I said. When he dropped to the ground, I slap my head instantly. Just what the heck did I do? I got compromised! On unauthorized mission. I was mad at myself but I didn't want to let my emotion to come pouring down.

I drag his heavy muscled body to a closet near the exhibit. I used the staff door and came behind him.

"Hey." I tapped his shoulder. He turned and looked at me with a scowl. "aww. Is someone a wee bit mad?" I giggled.

"Good Gracious! Why are you here?" As soon as the clock ticked to their mission lapse time in seconds, it clicked him. "Cameron," He started with his strict voice.

"Oh come on. I wasn't going to do anything bad, Uncle Joe." I whined.

"Why are you here?" He said, patting down the elegant looking sofa beside him. He knew we would be here for at least a good 15 minutes.

"Complications." I answered back, staring at the window.

"Where's your mom?"

"Gallagher."

"What do you mean?"

"She's co-heading along with Aunt Abby and 'Uncle' Steve." Joseph Solomon is my uncle and father-figure, but Steve Sanders is far from it. He was like an uncle who loves giving me stuff for offensive part of being a spy. Honestly, Mom got ticked off when he gave me a gun when I was 5. It was hilarious! Mom was fuming while the guys were just laughing, Aunt Abby was fine with it.

"She's bringing her class?" He asked, looking straight at my eyes.

"Probably. I mean they are not that great. So I guess extra help form Gallagher would be fine. Bernelle is pretty much as good as Gallagher but their strengths are not-"

"You know you could try to help them." He cut me off.

"Eh." I waved off the suggestion, meeting with silence again.

"How's life?" He asked again. This time, he was stroking my hair like dad used to do when he asks about my day in school.

"Grandpa is going to a mission, Grandma is needed in the facility, Mom is arranging Bernelle, You and Aunt Abby are busy with the school and two people are planning some things." I smirked at him.

He looked horrified about the last part but kept as his students started piling in, with his top students in both school on lead, though Solomon didn't budge. He had his arm lazily draped on the bench's back and his other hand placed on his thigh which was on top of the other. From a civilian, we would look like my father, or maybe brother based on his young looks, but for a spy, they would see a full cover.

"You're late." He stated, staring blankly at his students."I'm very disappointed. I've expected so much. If you are going to be like this, you could have been pronounced MIA. Ladies and Gentlemen, just because I told you the possible tails and targets, doesn't mean there won't be some undercover." The students stared at me while I kept my mask on.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, meet your tail, Chameleon." I stood up and gave them a wave.

My phone rang and I knew it was Grandma. I looked at Joe with a sad look. I wouldn't be seeing him for a long time. "Bye." I whispered and stalked off, not before him giving me a wink.

What happened between us in the elevator was nothing! N-O-T-H-I-N-G!

He smirked at me and I glared.

"This isn't over, Blackthorne Boy." I sneered at him. When I gave one last check up on his student, I swear, I saw Tina Walters (yep! I researched about all his students!), glaring after my shadow.

This was going to be a fun year!

Here we go!