Thanks to everyone who reviewed slash favorited slash alerted. It meant a lot. Stupid Fanfiction didn't put my page breaks last time so it made the transitions pretty bad.

Disclaimer: I'm not Ally.

Zach opened his eyes and yawned. The jet lag had obviously gotten to him. He tried to sit up but something was weighing down his arm. He glanced over to see Cammie sleeping contently. He glared at her. "Great," He mumbled underneath his breath. He slowly took his arm out from under her. "Gross," he whispered when he realized she drooled on him.

After taking a shower, Zach saw that Cammie was still asleep. "Get up," he said, hitting her in the face with a pillow.

"Well, good morning to you, too, jackass," she grumbled. She rubbed her eyes. "Why are you only wearing a towel?"

"Because I took a shower, like most people do. After all, you drooled on my arm," he said, starting to make coffee.

"You were in bed with me last night? Why? We don't even like each other," Cammie said in disgust.

"There was only one bed. I figured you'd be happy since all your dreams are coming true. After all, not only do you get to go on a long major mission with me, we get to share a bed. Most girls would beg to trade spots with you," he smirked while she grimaced.

"That is truly disgusting. Why on Earth would I want to share anything remotely personal, such as a bed, with a monster like you?" she scowled at him. He just glared at her while taking a sip of his freshly brewed coffee. "Please don't spill that on me," she said, eyeing the cup.

Zach smirked. "What? You don't like to relive memories?"

"No, I don't. Especially ones that involve burning liquid," she said and then made a face. "You drink your coffee black? That's disgusting." Zach rolled his eyes.

Cammie got up and examined her reflection in the mirror. She bit her lip as she noticed her unruly bed head. "By the way, someone called for you," Zach said.

"Really? Who?" she asked.

"The bride of Frankenstein. She wants her hair back," Zach said, smirking at her. Cammie glared.

"Like I never heard of that one before," she said under her breath. "After I'm out of the shower, we're leaving, so please, put on some clothes."

"Wow, there's a first. A girl who wants me to put my clothes on."

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"Zach. Zach. Damn it, Zach, pay attention!" Cammie said to him.

"Wait, were you saying something?" Zach said. He was looking in a puddle at his reflection. "Sorry, I was too busy staring at my beautiful self."

"You have something in common with the puddle. You're both extremely shallow. Now moving on, there's a factory in east Tokyo that might be storing illegal fire arms," she said in a whisper as they walked through the busy streets. A sea of people surrounded them, each person moving quickly to get somewhere important.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" Zach said, sounding bored.

"Well, I'll distract the CEO while you search his office for any files indicating that they are holding weapons," Cammie said. Zach was shocked at how well she planned things out. She was much more than she appeared.

"How are you going to distract him? You might be in his office," Zach asked.

"I'll figure out a way to get him out of there. Put on this comms unit. If we do enter his office, then I'll say something like… 'coffee break'. Okay?" she said.

"Whatever," Zach mumbled, wishing he had done this in his spare time. He would have to find something tonight. Cammie continued to walk briskly around the corner. People still flowed past them on either side. Zach turned the corner to see a factory that was spewing out smoke from its chimneys.

"There. Now here's a map of the ventilation system. I'll walk through the front door because I already scheduled a meeting," Cammie said, slipping the map into Zach's pocket. Zach walked away from Cammie and watched her go in. Making sure no one was following her; he walked to the side of the building and started to break into the ventilation shaft.

Cammie's POV:

I walked into the building. The lower floor was the factory and its workers but the upper floor was the management of the building. I walked over to the elevator.

"The elevator is out of order," a man said to me in Japanese. I groaned. Now I'm going to have to take the stairs to the 28th floor… in heels. Just. Great.

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"Hi, Rebecca Smith here," I greeted the receptionist who was typing on her computer. She silenced me with one finger, but continued typing. I tried to catch my breath. After five minutes went by with non-stop clacking, I tried talking again. "Hi, I'm Rebecca Smith. I have an appointment to see…"

"Sssh!" the lady glared at me. Now, I was getting impatient. How rude. She would be the perfect match for Zach.

"Ms. Smith! How are you?" said Mr. Chan, the CEO of the company. "We spoke on the phone, yes?"

"Mr. Chan, how lovely to speak with you again," I said, eyeing the receptionist. She straightened up to seem more professional and looked a little stunned to see her boss talking to me. Little bitch…

"Um, Ms. Smith would you like some coffee?" the receptionist asked me, nervously. Her English was heavily accented, unlike Mr. Chan's.

"No, thank you. I promise I won't be long. Mr. Chan, may we speak somewhere more privately?" I asked him. He grinned like an idiot. Ew.

"Sure, how about my office?" his eyebrows went up and down for a moment.

"I'm almost at the office," Zach whispered in my ear. He was talking through the comms.

"Um, do you have a conference room we can borrow?" I asked. "That would be most helpful." Mr. Chan looked unhappy for a second but quickly changed. He straightened out his suit.

"Follow me," he said, leading me down a corridor. We made it to a room with a large oval table in the middle and chairs surrounding it. "Now, Ms. Smith, go on with your presentation."

Zach's POV:

I crawled through the dusty ventilation shaft. I looked below me and through the crate I could see the employees were busy with work.

"When's lunch?"

"Dumb machine. Always breaking down!"

"I need a raise."

They all complained about their work in Japanese. I kept crawling through, listening to each conversation that I passed, hoping that I would be able to find any hints. What did I find? Nothing.

After scaling a couple hundred feet, I was pretty sure I was in the ventilation system above the top floor.

"Hi, Rebecca Smith, here," I heard Cammie's familiar voice. It's a good thing she used another alias. We didn't want them to be able to trace us back to our hotel room in case they found out or anything. I watched as the uptight receptionist shush. Who put a stick up her ass?

Focus, Zach! You need to focus. I took out the map that Cammie had given me. Apparently if I turned the corner, I would be right above the office, so I kept moving.

"I'm almost at the office," I whispered into my comms. I heard a man's voice, someone that Cammie must have been talking too. It was too muffled to hear what he was saying.

I looked the crate in the ventilation system. Right below me was a nice looking office. Jackpot. I dropped to my feet lightly and started opening filing cabinets. I took pictures of sales records, employee registrations, and the companies that they shipped to, all from my watch that held a mini camera. Next I checked the computer and copied each of the files onto a hard drive. I heard footsteps outside.

"Damn. It's locked. Oh, wait, here's the key!" Someone said in Japanese. Crap. I looked around trying to find a place to hide. Under the desk? No. In the filing cabinet? Too small. The door knob rattled. It's too late to go back through the vent, I thought.

The door opened, but I was no where in sight. I heard heels walk softly on the carpet, and drop a file on the desk. They turned and left.

I came out of my hiding spot when the coast was clear. (I was in a closet that I found last second. Not very spy-like but it still worked.) On the desk was the new file. In read 'Top Secret Plan to Destroy U.S. Government.'

Just kidding. All it had was the sales reports for this year. Apparently the company was going bankrupt and was going to close in eight weeks. Well, at least the workers won't have to complain anymore.

"Chameleon," I said, saying her stupid codename. "I'm finishing up here."

Using the chair, I hoisted myself up towards the ceiling and squeezed in to the vents. I crawled back down and noticed a conference room below me.

"You know, right now, we can do more than business," the guy in a suit said to Cammie, sliding a hand on her knee. My hands balled into fists. I might have to talk to this guy…

Wait, why would I care? I don't even like her. She's so annoying. She keeps telling me that she can handle herself, so why wouldn't she be able to handle this? I mean, if a CIA operative can't handle herself, then what is she good for? Nothing is the answer.

"I'll call you if we want to invest in the company, Mr. Chan," Cammie said, standing up, causing the jerk's hand to fall off her knee.

"And if you don't?" What's-his-face said. Cammie just smiled politely, but a little uncomfortably.

"Never mind that. Why can't you stay longer, Rebecca?" he said.

"I'm sorry, but I really must be going. Have a nice day," Cammie left before the man could protest. See, I said to my inner self, she handled that. I still wanted to punch the guy.

Somehow, I took a wrong turn and landed on the roof. Great, now I have to scale down this entire wall. Not that I admit it or anything, but I was entirely thrilled with the idea of heights. I wasn't scared of them, but I wouldn't be the first guy to jump at the chance of dive-bombing into one of the Great Lakes from an aerial plane. It just wasn't my thing.

I met Cammie outside the factory walls. Just the way she was standing there made me angry. Or maybe it was just the leftover anger from the creep touching her.

"Find anything?" she asked when she saw me approaching in my dusty outfit.

"Possibly," I shrugged. The huge factory was right next to us, with its metal gates closing us out. "Let's leave in case of any video cameras." Cammie nodded.

We decided to walk in opposite directions because we didn't want any cameras catching us together. The street was empty, and across the factory was a bunch of abandoned apartments. Creepy much?

I turned left and by another block the street was bustling again. People swarmed from each side. The shops were lively again. Bright colors danced in front of me. Little characters danced on the jumbo tron (A/N that's what it's called, right?) above me. But no Cammie.

Taxis littered the streets and people were talking in fast paced voices to match their fast paced movements. Maybe it was the dust from the vents or the quick movements, but I felt really dizzy. I felt sick and it was like everyone was going to in hyper speed and slow motion at the same time. The road stretched on for miles, but then it seemed like only inches. The characters on the jumbo tron looked like they were going crazy.

"Zach?" I heard a voice call. "Zach?" It called again, only to be lost in a sea of whispers and mumbles.

"Zach?" It was louder this time. I felt like it was right in my ear, but the person seemed far away. I looked around but I saw that no one was paying attention to me. Wait, when was I on the ground?

"Zach!" the voice said again. People surrounded me like walls, but then I saw it, or should I saw her. Oh, wait, nope, that's a hotdog vendor guy… I think.

"ZACH!" It was Cammie. She was the voice all along. Suddenly, it was like the rest of Tokyo didn't matter anymore. Or the rest of the world. It was just her. The edges of my vision were going dark. I couldn't see the faceless people anymore, not that I wanted to anyway. It was just her surrounded by blackness.

And then, even she was gone.

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I woke up with my throat burning.

"Here," someone handed me a glass of water. It was a nurse. I gulped the water in one sip and noticed my surrounding. I was in the hotel room with a sweat pants and a shirt on. Was I wearing that before? I was on the bed and a nurse was there with some shots and other medical supplies. Other than that, it looked exactly the same.

"Hey, he's awake?" Cammie entered the room. My head was pounding against my skull. I winced at the pain.

"Yeah, he's really drugged right now," Cammie grinned a little at what the nurse said. "He should be fine, but he needs to rest right now. Call me if you need anything." She packed up her equipment and left.

"What happened?" I tried to say. It didn't come out right and Cammie laughed at my improper grammar.

"Apparently, the dust that you inhaled in the vents wasn't normal dust. It was toxic. You fainted and you have only been out for about half a day. It's the next morning," Cammie said, sitting on the couch and picking up a magazine. I rubbed my aching temple. "So how do you feel?"

"Head hurts," I admitted, trying to sit up. Cammie got up and pushed me back down onto the pillows.

"Oh no you don't. You need to sleep," she said. I groaned.

"May I ask how I got into these clothes and how I got here?" I asked.

"I had to drag you here and the nurse and I changed you. Don't worry, your Elmo boxers were not touched," Cammie said, snorting at that last part. I glared. "By the way, Chief wanted your side of the status report when you feel better.'

I grabbed my laptop off the table. I checked my email (one from the Chief, one from Grant asking about the girls in Tokyo, and one from J. Crew,) (I was kidding about the last one,) and the I signed on to AIM.

One new message from Mystery Girl.

HidingInPlainSite: Hey.

Could you think of a hotter hello? I couldn't, and my GPA is higher than McHenry's credit score. (A/N I changed Zach's screen name. Sorry.)

BetterThanYou: Hey.

HidingInPlainSite: Sorry we haven't talked in a while. I have been on vacation.

BetterThanYou: Well, I feel bad. It must be so hard for you to go days without talking to me. I know I wouldn't be able to stand it. While you're drinking martinis with ex-Abercrombie models at the beach, I have been very sick and having the one person I can't stand take care of me.

HidingInPlainSite: Who? You're mother-in-law?

BetterThanYou: Close. A co-worker. I'm glad I don't have mother-in-law though. I wouldn't be able to stand it.

HidingInPlainSite: So then it's safe to assume that you're not married, right?

BetterThanYou: Yes. In my profession, you hardly have time to date.

HidingInPlainSite: Same. Not that I would be a very big dater. It's not like I have time to date guys anyway.

BetterThanYou: So then you're not married, either? Well, hooray for us. We are both single.

HidingInPlainSite: I don't think that's a reason to celebrate.

BetterThanYou: You should because you're talking to the most available man on the market right now. Think about how many single girls would love to be talking to a mysterious sexy stranger right now. I can tell you, the answer is a lot.

HidingInPlainSite: How do I know if you're good looking or not?

BetterThanYou: I guess you are just going to have to trust me. I don't know why, but I feel like I trust you. Way more than I should trust someone on the internet.

HidingInPlainSite: I feel the same way. (But that doesn't mean I'm going to be quick in handing out personal information.)

BetterThanYou: I can agree with that. I'm going. Sorry but I am so tired right now.

HidingInPlainSite: Okay, bye.

A/N Not the best ending but I didn't want to leave that huge cliff. Please review. For every review I get, a polar bear cub will be saved. (Not really, but that would be pretty awesome if it did.)