a/n: hey, thanks for the feedback on the last chapter. anyway, i wanted to update sooner but i didn't have the time in the past few days.
so, here you go:
"So, when's the next time i'll see you?" Cammie asked Zach as he walked her to her car.
"Um," Zach shrugged, thinking for a minute, "what about next week Friday?"
Cammie nodded, "I can do next week Friday." She said with a smile that showed off her even, nice teeth.
"Good," Zach nodded, "Well, I'll see you then, Cammie Monty."
Cammie almost winced at the sound of her lie coming from Zach's lips. It felt weirder hearing it out loud, almost like the truth was mocking her. But she nodded anyway, trying to wear the same eager smile she had on earlier. "Yeah, and I can't wait to see you, Zach Goode."
Zach smirked, "Nice to know."
Cammie smiled back just as Zach leaned forward and planted the most innocent of kisses on her lip glossed lips. His lips, soft against hers, pressed with as little as force as possible. But it still managed to send electric sparks shooting down Cammie's spine. Cammie kissed him back, just as gentle as he was kissing her. It was a soft, sweet, innocent kiss. But it was one of the best kisses Cammie ever had in her life.
They both pulled away, breathing lightly and looking into each other's eyes. They stayed like that for a silent moment, both knowing that nothing was wrong but they just liked the silence. Zach stuffed his hands into his pockets, his eyes not leaving Cammie's.
Cammie clipped open her clutch, then pulled out her silver car keys. Zach's green eyes bored into her, almost as if he was trying to read her thoughts. Cammie felt her cheeks growing a little flush. Just then, Zach smirked one more time at her then walked the opposite direction along the curb.
Cammie watched him for a moment, feeling just as breathless as possible.
Her insides tingled, a smile growing large onto her face. Cammie felt like she was floating on thin air, high above the ground. She felt ecstatic, jubilant, happy, and almost weightless. In that moment, Cammie felt so alive, so happy.
She smiled all the way on her drive back home.
- XxX -
Zach opened the door to his hotel room, throwing himself onto the large king-sized bed. He tucked his hands under his head as he replayed the whole night over and over in his head. It was great. Cammie was great. It was one of the best nights of his life, and he usually got to spend his nights putting crooks in headlocks. Zach pulled off his shirt, the air cold against his naked skin. He threw his shirt onto the floor, wondering what his mom would say if she saw the mess of a room he was living in.
Before he could even think about his mom, his phone began buzzing. He pulled his vibrating phone out of his pocket. He saw the screen and saw he missed seven calls from Mr. Solomon. Zach called him back instantly and it only took the first ring for Solomon to answer.
"Zach!" Mr. Solomon sounded relieved.
"Mr. Solomon," Zach replied, "What's up with all these calls, everything alright?"
"Yes Zach, in fact, fantastic!" Mr. Solomon boasted through the phone, "Your mom was just promoted to a higher rank."
"Oh, that's great!" Zach smiled into the phone and sat up.
"Yeah, well, that's all really," Mr. Solomon said sounding almost sheepish, "How's the investigating going? Have you figured anything out?"
"Well, no," Zach admitted.
"Really?" Mr. Solomon sounded almost surprised. "I'm surprised, you're usually on top of things. What's up?"
Cammie, Zach wanted to say. But instead he just said, "Um, i've been sidetracked. Roseville's actually very interesting and... yeah. But i'm doing my reasearch, so no worries."
"Ah, okay. Well, I'll be in Roseville in two weeks. I'll be visiting some family," Mr. Solomon replied.
"You have family in Roseville?" Zach asked, surprised. Even though he's known Mr. Solomon for almost his whole life, he's never actually once mentioned the possibility of his family or his personal life, for that matter. Zach always assumed it was because being a spy and having a spy's life was always confidential.
"I do," Mr. Solomon replied, "In fact, why don't we meet up in Roseville when I get there? I'll call you, you'll be having lunch with my family."
"Really?" Zach asked almost in disbelief.
"Yeah."
"Um, okay," Zach answered feeling both honored and flattered at the same time. Mr. Solomon didn't ask just anyone to have lunch with his family.
"Well Zach, I gotta get going and do some paperwork. Take care of yourself, okay? I'll call you tomorrow." Mr. Solomon said before hanging up.
Zach hung up his own phone, tossing it onto the left side of the large bed. He got up and pulled out his laptop from his messenger bag. He quickly turned it on, watching all the appropriate buttons and screen flash with light. He pulled out the large book on Roseville, Virgina and scanned through the index on the first few pages.
Morgan. Zach searched the name online, a hundred results following up. He quickly narrowed it down by typing in James Morgan of Roseville. But to Zach's luck, James was unsearchable. Obviously, considering he was under the CIA where personal information and files would not be able to reach the hands of anyone.
So Zach quickly searched the Morgan theatre and pulled up a few websites. It was the basic tourist information; founded almost eighty years ago and originally belonged to Christopher Morgan. Who passed it down to his son, who passed it to his son, then passed along to his son, who passed it to his son and daughter, who passed it to the son's son (who currently owned the theatre) and will pass it to his daughter in law.
Zach raised an eyebrow all the names were unavailable except Christopher. But Zach could only assume that the current Morgan theatre owner was Charles Morgan. But why would he pass it to his daughter in law and not his son?
Zach typed down Charles Morgan into the search engine and nothing came up, but advertisements for Pillow Pets. Zach exited the window he was on, then printed out a map of the Morgan theatre. He folded the freshly printed sheet and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. He stood up, pulled on a shirt over his well-built abdominal pack, and grabbed his jacket.
- XxX -
Zach drove down, in his rented car, to the Morgan theatre at exactly eleven o'clock. The streets of Roseville were already quiet and almost empty. Zach parked along the curb, jumping out and jogging up the marble steps towards the door. Zach pushed against the doors, but they wouldn't buge. Zach tried to pull on the handles, but they were locked.
"Excuse me?" a voice crept behind Zach, he quickly turned to see a secruity guard with a flashlight in hand. "What are you doing? The theatre is closed and won't be opening till next week when they show the Broadway musical, Rent."
"Oh," Zach said, wondering if he should just knock the security guard out and steal his set of master keys.
The security guard just nodded, "You should carry on, now. I have a building to patrol." He nodded again, twirling his flashlight with one hand. Zach resisted the urge to smirk. But he just asked, "The Morgans, they live in where again...?"
"The Morgan Mansion?" The security guard offered, raising his eyebrow like Zach said one of the stupidest things in the world.
"Right," Zach nodded, "Where is it again? I'm one of the Morgans old friends, and it's been awhile." He lied smoothly, staring into the man's eyes.
The security guard nodded, giving him a small pamphlet. "Here you go."
Zach took it in his hands, "Oh, cool. Thanks." He nodded, opening it and there was a map and small description of the Morgan Mansion. It looked like an old styled Victorian house that belonged to fancy rich people, which were probably what the Morgans were. Zach stuffed the pamphlet into his back pocket, nodded at the security guard, and made his way towards the mansion.
In less that fifteen minutes, Zach was driving up a narrow road surrounded by evenly trimmed trees. The trees even looked like they were standing at exactly two feet apart. Creepy, Zach thought as he drove up to a large, tall metal gate that protected the entire estate. Zach rolled down his window, seeing the name Morgan carved on the gate's iron bars. The lights from a bedroom in the second story flicked on, glowing through the large window. Zach looked around, noticing a few security guards lingering around the well-trimmed lawn.
Zach needed to get in there.
a/n: okay there you have it :D anyway, i don't want to get too rambly with this a/n. but i do have a few questions for all of you:
-if you want grant in this story,
do you want him to a) be bex's boyfriend of two years or b) come as one of the CIA agents/Zach's friend/etc (either way, they're both slightly minor parts xD
- do you want zach and cammie to get together before the ending? like build a relationship and whatnot, instead of getting together at the very end. (i kinda already decided but i wanted hear some of your opinions.
-do you want to read more on Cammie's high school life? (like mention what goes on and what she does and etcetera).
-are you going to watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 this summer?
let me know and have a lovely day, darlings!