Thanks for all the reviews! They really motivate me to write! And believe me you guys want me to continue writing cause now the story is going to get interesting! Haha! Anyways… as you all know I was not the genius who came up with the Gallagher series nor was I brilliant movie director who brought us the fabulous Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Nor am I the wife of Brad Pitt. Just saying

(am I supposed to write the whole "I do not own the Gallagher girls" spiel every chapter?)

Chapter 4

Cammie POV

I stared at the grainy photo of the guy from the desert in dismay. All I could discern from it was that they guy was around 6 feet tall had broad shoulders. I sighed in frustration. All those years of training and experience should have made this a little easier!

I looked at the man's broad shoulders again. He seemed to have a very muscular build. Not that I was looking or anything. I flipped the picture back in forth in my hands thinking. This guy possible knows who I am. This means he can access all sorts of information on me and know where I am and where I've been. He could figure out where Father Agency's base was. There could be men watching me right now waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

I quickly turned around and peered out the large bay windows. Nothing but the city lights shined back at me. I sighed. I knew I was being paranoid, but at hey, being paranoid prevents you from being killed. Just look at Mr. Smith from COW class. He is probably the most paranoid man on earth. But he's alive and that's what's important.

I stared at the picture again. It was amazing how much fear a tiny piece of paper could bring to you. If didn't find this guy in the photograph either he or someone from his team would kill me, or someone from my team would kill me. It's protocol. If you get (someone finds out your identity) you're basically useless on the field –which is something this job requires. And the assassin agencies don't want ex assassins running around with potentially dangerous knowledge and skills.

I heard a knock at the door of my office.

"Cammie?" A timid voice said. I knew at once without even looking at the security feed that it was Liz. The door opened and sure enough, it was the petite blonde in the flash. She seemed nervous and she fidgeted with her fingers. Liz was an amazing analyst but part of the reason she isn't out on the field is that she is like an open book.

"Hey Liz. What's up?"

"I'll tell you what's up." A British voice interrupted. Bex walked through the door and leaned against the frame. She looked killer in her black pants and white button down—literally.

"We want to know why our best friend and possibly the best agent here hesitated during a mission. That's not you Cam, so we want to know what freaked you so badly that you didn't take the shot when you had the chance." Liz looked at me guiltily. She probably felt bad for bringing Bex with her. But Bex was Bex which meant when she wanted answers she would stop at nothing to get them. Even if that means interrogating you through a bathroom stall—don't ask.

"Well…" I started. I didn't really want to bring it up. In fact that was the last thing I wanted to do. I was in no mood to dig through old memories and bring back painful feelings.

"You know Cam, talking about it could get us closer to finding out who the guy is." Liz told me gently.

"His shoulders were really broad." I finally said. With that, Bex threw up her hands.

"Oh for heaven's sake Cammie! You caused this whole entire mess because you thought that the guy you had to kill was cute?" Bex said annoyed. I blushed.

"No that's not what I meant!"

"Well what did you mean Cammie?" Liz asked.

"It's just… when I saw him, I thought of… he reminded me… those shoulders… his shoulders…" Wow this was harder to say than I thought it would be.

"Just spit it out!" Bex shouted. She was not a very patient woman a fact which many of the managers of the local restaurants knew. And that's why when you go out to eat with Bex, your food is bound to arrive within five minutes of ordering.

"He reminded me of Zach." I said quietly. A look of pain crossed Bex's face as she looked at me. She looked at me concerned with her big brown eyes. Liz looked concerned too but I could tell she was mentally calculating the odds of how many guys would have the same bone structure as Zach.

Finally Liz dared to say the same thing everyone was thinking.

"Could it have been—?"

"No!" I yelled not meaning to say the word that loudly. Bex looked at me shocked and Liz looked a little frightened.

"I mean, the last I heard he was working for the CIA in some deep undercover, off the grid mission. It couldn't have been him. I just… the guy just reminded me of him so it shook me a little that's all." Bex and Liz looked at each other sending a secret look between them.

"Guys I'm fine really. I haven't seen Zach since high school. Seeing someone who had his shoulders that looked like his just freaked me out a little. It doesn't mean anything." They passed the same look again. Finally Liz said timidly,

"You know Cammie, you never did talk about what happened between you two. And it seems like on some level you're dealing with an emotional connection that you buried down all these years. It would be beneficial if you talked about it." Times like these I really wished Liz wasn't as smart as she was.

"Guys really, it's nothing." I tried to laugh a little but it sounded like a squeak. They stared at me expectantly. I sighed.

"Seriously nothing happened. After the Circle of Caven was defeated we just sort of never saw each other again. I mean he left and didn't call or write or…." I felt myself get choked up. I couldn't believe this! I was actually crying about the past when I had more important things to worry about. So I faked a smile.

"This is ridiculous. It was just a little mistake that will never happen again. I've got bigger problems. Lizzie, did you figure out anything about the photograph or weapon he used?" I asked. I could tell Liz didn't want to change the subject but she did so reluctantly.

"Well I'm doing a cross reference with the database to check any key points—"

"English, Lizzie." Bex reminded her.

"Yes and no. Basically I need more time." She looked at me with worry in her eyes. I wanted to reassure her so I smiled and said,

"That's great Lizzie! At least were getting somewhere!" I tried to hide my grimace by getting up and leaving.

"Well I've had a really busy day and I just want to go home and crash, so see you guys tomorrow."

"Okay then" iz said weakly.

"Night Cams." Bex looked at me worriedly. I sighed and left without another glance back. I love my friends, and all but sometimes they think they know what's best for me. Even though I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

I walked out of the office building with my head spinning with what was going on. I could not and would not allow my feelings for Zach—well old feelings anyway—get in the way of my mission. I didn't care how cute he was or how much I missed being enveloped by his broad shoulders because of one of his amazingly safe and warm hugs. Stop it Cammie! Focus on the mission! Ugh you'd think I was some love struck teenager again!

With all that was going on in my head, it wasn't surprising that I didn't realize someone was running towards me without stopping. If you were in my head you definitely would have justified the fact that you didn't see the jogger coming when you walked out the revolving doors of the office and he smacked into you causing you to fall over. And if you were me, no matter how many years of training you had, you still would have been shocked as you looked into those familar green eyes and heard the voice you longed for for so many years.

"Hey Gallagher girl."

Omg is that—yes, yes it is. It's ZACH! Oooh this should be interesting! Hehe review please!