The cool air of the hospital hit their faces as Jonas and Liz made their way in. Liz admired the late night nurses as they scurried to where they needed to be, helping people and saving lives. She noticed how clean the floors and doors were, which reminded her of her beloved lab. She also noticed family members in the waiting rooms as Jonas led her to where his father was.
A sudden wave of nervousness rushed over her body. Why had she agreed? She had known Jonas for a while, and always wished that he would ask her out, but he never believed that on their first date she would be meeting his father. She did know that his mother had died a while before, but she couldn't help but think that they might be moving a little too fast. She was already meeting his dad! But then again, she thought, it wasn't planned. You can't really plan on if you are going to have a heart attack or not. So she pushed those thoughts into the back of her mind as Jonas grabbed her hand and slowly opened the large door of a room in the south wing of the hospital.
It was fairly dark in the room, with the TV on a late night talk show with the sound down low. The slow constant beeping of a single monitor was then overshadowed by their footsteps as they crept closer and closer to the bed where a skinny, tall man laid, his eyes shut.
"Dad?" Jonas asked, but came out like a whisper. He took his father's hand in his own as he let go of Liz's.
The man's eyes opened slightly, before he erupted into a small grin.
"Jonas," he managed to squeak out.
The two men then heard a small gasp coming from the young lady in the room.
"Mr. Rayburn?" Liz asked, a little surprised.
The old man slowly tilted his head to the side to catch a glimpse of the voice he heard his name say.
He knew he recognized her from somewhere, but had no idea where. His mind was a little foggy at that moment.
"Who are you?"
Liz couldn't help but smile as memories flooded back to her.
"Mr. Rayburn, it's me, Liz Sutton. You taught me chemistry in the sixth grade."
...
Macey McHenry couldn't help but leave her New York City penthouse and walk around the city that night in her brand new Prada suede boots. She hated to brag about her wealth, but this way, she could show off her shoes…and her Ralph Lauren coat, along with her expensive handbag, the one she forgot who designed.
To be honest, she was lonely. Liz had a date with Jonas, and all her rich friends had parties to go to that night.
So what better city to roam around in than NYC?
She felt her phone vibrate in her purse, and right when she reached into it to see who was calling her she ran right into someone.
Because it was dark, and so was the person she bumped into, she didn't recognize them right away when they yelled, "MACEY!"
But she knew that British accent anywhere and ran into Bex's open arms.
"Oh my gosh it's great to see you!" She said to her long lost best friend.
"I know! Do you know how much I have missed you?" Bex answered, hugging her again while people walking by stared at the two.
"Yes! I do!" She smiled wildly.
They made their way into a little café across the street and talked about how it was so unlikely that they would bump into each other. Macey filled Bex in on the spy world and told her about her missions. Bex informed her about her and Cammie's jobs, and how they were living as ex-spies.
"Well I can't believe I got to see you again!" Macey exclaimed, taking a sip of her steamy coffee.
Bex was about to reply but something sparkled and caught her eye.
She gasped in amazement.
"YOU'RE MARRIED?"
...
"Ok well tell me about yourself," she asked him as they navigated the busy streets of downtown Rome. The plain ride wasn't bad at all, in face, they both slept more than half the time, but when Cammie would be awake, Zach would be asleep and the other way around. It gave them both a little time to think and process the whole night. Cammie was still bubbling with excitement, because it really was the most impulsive thing she had ever done, and she didn't know why.
Zach thought about her and her smile, and how a new fullness filled him. He didn't know how she did it. He really didn't.
They had no bags to gather, so they immediately called a cab and told the driver to take them anywhere in downtown. It was mid-day, but still there were too many people.
Zach sighed heavily, as if it was a touchy subject for him, his personality and life. "You know everything you should."
She studied him as they walked. His perfect, straight posture, the way the bright street lights his face, how he gently had his hands in his pockets, his tie was a little loose, making him look casual, and his hair was just the right length to be messed up in all the right places.
"Great," she focused back on the crowd and not running into everyone she passed. "So I am in a foreign country with someone who could be an ax murderer."
He just chuckled.
"I could say the same about you," he added with a smirk.
"No, no, no," she started, not thinking before she spoke. "I am an only child-"
"I already knew that," he interrupted.
She stared at him for a moment, but then began to smile. "Alright, so you are an ax murderer, a NBA referee, a winery owner, a barber and now a creepy stalker. I must be insane for agreeing to go on a date with you."
Zach knew he could trick her, and make her let her guard about being a spy down. "Prove it."
"Prove what?"
"That you are insane."
She thought about his proposal for a moment before deciding on how to answer. She believed that everyone on the earth is insane. We all have our crazy quirks that make us who we are, whether it's how we talk or walk, or our mentalities and lives. So she choose to tell him a little about her insanity, proving that she did somewhat trust in him.
"Ok...sure. Uh...this is awkward...um...I love to sort my shoes at night before go to bed, I never cut strawberries when I eat them because I am always too lazy to cut off the leaves, I occasionally watch NASCAR but fall asleep because it gets boring and i read the newspaper every morning, sports section included."
All Zach could do was laugh. He had gotten her to spill some of her secrets.
"Stop laughing at me," Cammie said, slapping his arm.
"You really are insane," he smiled at her warmly, making her knees go weak for a second before she collected herself and acted confident.
"Says the guy who still has his childhood Teddy bear," she threw back at him.
He blushed slightly, but turned his head so she wouldn't see. He didn't want her making fun of him for that.
"I just got you to spill your guts to me," he smirked in victory. "You fell for it quickly, Gallagher Girl."
She slapped her forehead in frustration, because she knew he was right. How could she let him get to her? Well she wasn't a spy, that was probably why…and she liked him, although she didn't want to admit it.
"Yes I told that…very personal stuff, but you had to ask me first," she stopped walking, smiled evilly and turned to face him for more emphasis. "You, as I recall, told me all about yourself last night when you were drunk. And I plan on using it to my advantage."
