I will bend to your wishes. This chapter is in Zach's POV since I had at least 5 people ask for this.
To be honest, I didn't think I'd ever do a chapter in Zach's POV because I didn't think I could get his voice right, but if you like it, I might just write some more to keep all you little minions happy.
When I heard the phone ring, I stood up and groaned inwardly. I was having so much fun teasing Cammie and sitting on top of her that I didn't really want to get up.
But I knew I had to because it could be important.
I crossed the room and picked up the phone turning away from Cammie. A familiar voice filled my ear as they said, "Zach? Is that you."
I answer quietly, "Yeah. It's me. What is it Grant?"
"I found it," was all he said back.
After a moment of stunned silence, I heard Grant saying, "Zach, are you still there? Can you meet me in ten minutes? The usual place."
All I could do was turn to look at Cammie and say, "I'll be right there," and then I hung up.
I quickly came over to Cammie to kiss the top of her head.
"I'm sorry baby, but I have to go. Will you be okay unpacking without me?" I asked her and when she nodded, I kissed her head again and walked out the house, closing the door firmly behind me.
I missed her already, but this was for her. It would always be for her, no matter what condition Grant found it in or what the director of the CIA had to say about all of this.
I knew that after Grant had given it to me, we'd go straight to CIA headquarters to see the director. He was a busy man, but I was sure he'd find the time to talk to one of the best young agents the service had had in a long time about his relationship with another of the service's best young agents.
So I just kept walking until I found my way to the park that we (me, Cammie and our friends) used as a dead letter drop and a covert meeting place.
It only took me a few minutes to find Grant sitting on a park bench next to another boy in a brown trench coat that I knew must have been Jonas.
I sat down next to them, admitting to myself that I was actually getting quite nervous now. But I'd never let them see that I was.
What if it wasn't the right one? What if it was damaged beyond repair? What if the director of the CIA said no. What if Cammie said no?
Stop. I told myself. You are worrying over nothing and everything is going to be fine. And I was right, because at that moment, Grant held out his hand to me and sitting there was a small blue box.
I took it from him, careful not to let my hands shake, and I opened it.
Inside was the most delicate piece of jewellery I'd ever seen. A small ring made of a gold band and a bright blue sapphire.
It was the ring that I intended to give to Cammie. The ring that i was going to give her when I proposed to her, but whether or not that would happen depended on the director's answer since all relationships between agents have to go through him before they can proceed.
In this case I was going to ask him before I asked her. Mostly because I didn't want her to be let down if he refused.
No, I told myself. Everything is going to be fine.
"Of course it's going to be fine." It took me a moment to realise that I had spoken out loud and Jonas was trying to reassure me.
"Yeah, it's going to be fine," Grant echoed.
I stood and turned to look at them, "Let's go face the music then."
It took us a total of 3 hours, 23 minutes and 43 seconds before we were finally allowed in to see the director.
He was actually a kind of small man. He actually reminded me of a chipmunk but I definitely wasn't going to tell him that.
"So, you want to ask my permission to marry Agent Cameron Ann Morgan. Is that correct?"
"Yes sir." I felt alone in that big office. Everything looked cold and unfriendly. Even the director. But I had to stay strong. Be ready to argue with him if necessary to let me marry the girl I loved.
"Well then. I don't see why not. Have you asked her yet?"
He actually smiled at me. I was astounded. For all of the many languages I knew, I had no idea what to say to this man so I just shook my head slowly while staring at him.
"Well then, my boy. You'd better get a move on and ask her, shouldn't you? Go on. I hereby give my permission, for agents Zachery Goode and Cameron Morgan to be married if they both so desire. Will that do for permission?"
I nodded as he sat down and gestured to the door. I turned on my heel and walked quickly from the room.
Grant and Jonas were waiting for me outside the building when I emerged and I must of looked kind of funny as when they saw me they ran up asking me what was wrong.
"Nothing," I choked out, "Everything is great. He said yes."
They were both shocked. Apparently, like me, deep down inside they had both doubted that the director would give me permission to marry Cammie.
Grant recovered first. He grinned lopsidedly and slapped me on the back, "That's fantastic Zach!"
"I know. Now I just need to find the perfect way to propose, but I might have that covered already."
So please tell me what you think Zach has in mind and also what you think of the way I write Zach. It would be very helpful.
Your faithful servant SelarahMorgan