A/N: Third's always a charm right? I hope this one certainly is… ;) So basically this story revolves around the first time Zach and Cammie meet, in Washington and maybe a little after that as well. And thank you so much for your reviews, they certainly made my day! I'll try to make this as fitting for the story as possible! Also I'm so sorry for the late update, but I had my CIE examinations going on. Hopefully the length of this chapter will make up for it. Please do forgive me? Pretty please?

Disclaimer: Do I even have to say this? 'Cause the heading definitely says "Dis" Claimer. (And every time I say this my heart breaks a little.)

What's somebody like you, doing in a place like this?

"Hey," Zach said, giving the girl he'd been tailing a half nod as he pressed the elevator button in the hustle bustle of the metro station.

"Hi," The girl said quickly as she pressed the button again; probably trying to make the elevator come down faster like that's going to work, Zach thought, amused.

As the elevator door opened, he stepped inside, resting against the railing as the doors shut behind the fidgeting girl. Hopefully he could get into a conversation before he completely ridiculed her in front of Joe, because the elevator ride was certainly really long.

"So," he started trying to make a conversation when her school crest caught his eye. Trying to sound like a clueless idiot he asked, "The Guggenheim Academy-"

"Gallagher Academy," She corrected; her voice stiff as if she really wanted to get out.

Say, did you come alone, or did you bring all your friends?

He continued to distract her, trying to get her to be really late to her meeting, but she was making it really easy! The girl was giving out everything—where she was going, what time she had to reach, everything!

He could easily bag this one, unless she had friends following her as well. So he asked her to let him come with her, playing the guy who desperately needed a girl.

Say, what's your name, what you drinking

I think I know what you're thinking.

"So do you have a name?" A question he was surprised to get an honest answer out of.

"Sure lots of them." This girl was truly interesting. Was it that she knew who he was? No, that couldn't be it, he was too good.

So just to have a little fun himself, he asked—"Do you have a boyfriend?"

He smirked inwardly as he saw panic and question pass through her eyes, this would probably help if she had been thinking that he was an acquaintance of Joe, to help her believe otherwise.

Baby what's your sign, tell me yours I'll tell you mine.

"Look, thanks for the chivalry and all, but it really isn't necessary," She muttered. He snorted inwardly, she was a Gallagher Girl for God's sake, and of course he knew that.

"It's just up here," she said pointing at the Museum which stood gleaming twenty yards away. "And there's a cop over there."

"What?" He asked, glancing at the cop as if he hadn't noticed him ten minutes back, "You think that guy can do a better job protecting you than I can?" Inwardly he knew that guy couldn't do even quarter of the stuff Zach could.

"No, I think if you don't leave me alone, I can scream and the cop will arrest you."

In his dreams, Zach thought, though he slowly stepped away, smiling, knowing that he'd made her at least a few seconds late to her meeting.

Say what's somebody like you doing in a place like this?

"You're four seconds late." Joe Solomon's voice rung out loud and clear as Cammie walked up towards him.

"But I'm alone." She said glancing around until a familiar boy's face caught her eye.

"No, Ms. Morgan. You're not." Joe said as the boy stepped out of the shadows.

He looked at her, his eyes teasing as he smiled and said, "Hi again, Gallagher girl."

I'll never be the same—if we ever meet again.

Cammie couldn't believe it, wouldn't believe it. She could never lose to a guy. She couldn't let a guy come between her and the mission. Again.

"Nice work, Zach." Mr. Solomon said, patting the former's back. The person being talked about winked at Cammie.

Won't let you get away, if we ever meet again.

She couldn't just stand there like a fool who knew nothing, so she tried and put the facts together.

"Hi Blackthorne boy." She said, smiling at the gaping mouth of the guy who'd just won against her.

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Also do you want me to do song fics on scenes only from the books—like I did now? Or make my own scenes like the first story?

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