Cammie

I stilled at the sound of his voice so close to my ear. What was wrong with him? One minute he wanted nothing to do with me and the next he is all up in my business.

"Zach, why would I have something to hide? We are going on a mission. I'm choosing to be a mature adult about it. Are you?" I said with a raised eyebrow and sarcasm dripping from my voice. I used his own words against him and I saw the emotion pass across his face as he realised. Wait... emotion? No. Zachary Goode doesn't feel emotion. He just messes with people's heads.

Zach cleared his throat. "You need to start packing. We leave at eight tonight. I'll pick you up" He said, his guard clearly back up and all humour gone from his voice as he started to walk away.

"What? You don't even know where I am staying!" I called after him.

He just turned around and looked at me with a smirk on his face as he turned the corner at the end of the corridor.

I tuned to glare at Bex. "Did you mention to him where I am staying?" I questioned pointing to Grant. I knew they had been spending a lot of time together so it wouldn't surprise me if she had let it slip I had rented an apartment across town.

"I didn't say anything" They both said defensively at the same time. Guess I know who told him now.

"Look, I have to go pack. Apparently he is picking me up at eight and I still have to read all the paper work. I've got to go." I said to the group as I started backing up the corridor to my desk to get my things.

I heard an array of "See you later", "I'll meet you at the airport" and "Bye Cammie" but didn't turn around. I just kept walking. I needed to get this all in my head and process it. I was going to be spending three weeks with Zach in Rome. I also only had four hours to complete the paper work, read my new identity, read the manila folder I had been given and pack. Great.

Three and a half hours later.

I was in my apartment and I had just got off the phone with my mom telling her about the mission and just needed to pack all my toiletries when I heard a knock on the door. Curious as to who it could be, since I had seen all my friends earlier, I looked at the clock above the T.V which read half seven, and made my way to the door.

I slid the bold off the door and opened it to find Zach leading against the door frame with two cups of coffee in his hands and a brown folder tucked under his arm.

"Why are you here? It is only half seven. I haven't finished packing yet." I said, clearly confused and not meaning to sound as harsh as I did.

"You wound me Gallagher Girl. You sound as though you don't want to see me. I even went to the trouble of buying you coffee. So, can I come in?"

Apparently it was a rhetorical question because he just walked right past me into my apartment and set the folder and coffee down on the table.

I shut the door and turned to him, not really sure how to feel. I opened my mouth to talk but he beat me too it.

Handing me one of the cups on the table he said "I thought we could get an early start on reading the targets profile. Mason Lewis. Huh. Sounds like a douche to me." Looking up from the folder he noticed my half packed suit case. "You carry on packing, I will read through this."

"Uh, yeah, sure." I made my way back into the bedroom and pulled my suit case up onto my bed and started packing the toiletries I had laid out on my bed. To my utter horror, he followed me into the bedroom and sat up against the headboard with his legs stretched out like he had owned the place.

Rage filled me at his arrogant behaviour. "What do you think you are doing?"

"What I said before. I'm going to read this guy's profile and see what we are going to have to act out on this trip." Zach said flipping through the pages. The ghost of a smile lingered on his lips and I knew he was up to something.

I dropped the make-up I had in my hands onto the bed and crossed my arms. "What are you up to Zach? What is going on?"

With a smirk clear on his face and amusement evident in his voice he said "Okay, so I may have looked through this folder already. When we get to Rome, we have to have fake identities. As you may not know, since this being your first mission and all -"

"Quit patronising me and get the point Zach." I cut him off, annoyed with his remarks to it being my first mission.

"We are a couple on this mission. Just married." And now even he looked a little uncomfortable, although it was still clear he enjoyed my discomfort.

"What? Why? Says who? Show me that" I said snatching the folder from his lap.

There it said it. In black and white. I was going to have to pretend to be married to Zach. Apparently the look on my face said it all.

"Look. I don't like it anymore than you do okay. But I guess we are stuck with it. Finish packing. We don't have long" He snapped and walked out the room.

Once I had finished packing, w dragged my two suitcases out into the hall way and peered into the living room where he was sat on the sofa flicking through T.V channels. God. I had forgotten just how good looking he was. No Cammie. Don't you remember how he broke your heart? Ripped it out and shattered it? Don't you remember the heart ache you felt when he wanted no more to do with you?

I mentally scolded myself for thinking of Zach that way. Been there done that. I had three weeks to get through and I really didn't need those thoughts going through my head.

"Zach, I'm done packing. How are we getting to the airport?" I questioned with an emotionless, one tone voice.

"I'm driving us there." He looked down at the watch on his wrist. "It's five past eight. We should get going." He took hold of two of my suitcases and made his way to the front door but then stopped.

"I almost forgot. Here. It was in the folder."

He handed me a small black box and I saw some sort of emotion cross his features, but just as soon as it came, it was gone and his walls were back up.

I looked down at the box and opened the lid, stiff with newness.

A ring.