A/N: I'm sorry. I know it's been like a month. My only excuse is that school started and my teachers seem to forget that I have seven other classes with homework too. Add that to xc, chores, and writers block for a few days and it equals not updating. Anyways, I'm really sorry but hopefully you like this chapter :)

Disclaimer: I'll keep it simple, I don't own anything.

last chapter recap: So Cam's mom came to Paris and purposely scared them all by she walking into the room all ax murderer creepy. Then she and Cam went to lunch where some old ladies gave Cammie advice on her love life and Zach who she still finds really annoying and hot at the same time. She thinks everything would have been fine if she didn't see Zach's mom, who really is a murderer as she came out of a shop but she did and she was holding a gun so now Cam is totally freaked and doesn't know what to do. And that's what you missed if you didn't read last chapter. This last chapter recap was inspired by Glee!

Nearly everybody knows that spy's live their lives on a need-to-know basis. In a life like ours-a life full of lies, betrayal and a lot of crazy, clever, and over the top schemes-what you don't know is just as important as what you do-if not more so. In this business, withholding information can be deadly. But handing the information to the wrong person is just as bad; if not worse.

"Are you going to tell him?" My mom asked me as we walked through the glass front doors. I had been thinking about the answer to that question on our walk back, debating the different ways my situation could play out. So when she asked me I answered with the same three words I had been thinking for the past twenty-three minutes:

"I can't."

"Well, it's ultimately your decision." My mom said in a way that made me feel as though it wasn't actually my decision. "And I understand why you don't want to but,"

"It's not to protect him," I cut her off. "Well, it kind of is. But this is one of the best opportunities any of us have had. We can make our name in the CIA/M16 for more than what we did in high school and we'll be set up to continue climbing so eventually we can make a real difference. Save the world, stop a war, whatever. If Zach finds out he'll do something stupid and blow the whole mission. We have to finish this and it won't help to have him chasing after his lunatic of a mother. Please?" I practically begged, becoming desperate at her impassive look.

"Look, kiddo. I understand why you don't want to tell him. The real reason you don't want to tell him. And I'm guessing you don't want to tell Bex either. I know that you want to be done with the CoC but the members who got away or talked their way out of it are still out there. Most have probably closed up shop. Heck, I found one selling bait and I've had a tail on him for the past three weeks. It seems like he has honestly given it up. But the members who got away and believed with conviction in that group aren't done. They may not have a lot of support but they're not done." We pushed open the stair door that aloud us into our hallway.

"It's not safe for you, and it certainly won't help the mission, not to let your friends, your partners, know. You need to tell at least one of them what happened." I know how to lie perfectly, I have since my junior year, but my mother can almost always see through them. So I nodded and put my hand on the doorknob knowing I didn't really have a choice.

"I'll tell one of them before you leave," I promised, knowing that it would be hard to get the one person I was willing to tell alone.

We stepped through the door and found the suite to be already occupied by Zach who was watching TV with his feet on the table and a soda in his right hand.

"Hey, Rachel," he grinned at my mom. "You met our hostages yet?" I rolled my eyes at the term but went to introduce my mom anyways.

"Hey boys," my mom greeted them.

"Well, it's been a blast having you but as I'm sure you've guessed you have caused us some trouble so you'll be going back to headquarters with my mom, alright?" I asked cheerfully while Zach leaned against the door watching with amusement.

"It's not as though them not being okay with it will change anything." I glared at him.

"It's called courtesy."

"Sure, and I bet you learned that in Culture and Assimilation to," he said mockingly. God he bugs me sometimes.

"Actually, I learned it in Cotillion classes my Grandma made me take in sixth grade." Zach laughed and I couldn't help but join in. God, I had hated those.

"Anything interesting to report?" he asked sarcastically.

"Nope." I lied easily, trying to ignore my mom's gaze. "I'll do the write up for today though."

That night we ate at the L'Orangerie for dinner that night and I managed to get Grant alone when we went to pick out our wine for the night. His reaction was pretty much as I expected. Starting with: "WHAT?" and ending with him promising to not tell Bex or Zach. After I threatened to tell Bex that he had hooked up with Olivia after graduation. Olivia was a year below her in M16 and Bex hated her guts.

Anyhow, after a nice dinner with my mom and an uneasy night full of weird dreams usually consisting of Mrs. Goode, Zach, and my dad it was time to wave goodbye to my mom and finally start the real work to get inside Johnson's head. It doesn't matter how well you know the make up of a house. You can know the security and memorize the floor plan but you still need to know the people who come and go. You need to know where the people go when they leave, who their guests are, when they sleep, ect. So even though we knew everything about the makeup of the house we still had to do surveillance. In an ideal situation you will have a few different teams usually consisting of two or three people each. Some are on foot, some in cars, and a few riding bikes, horses, or whatever else you need depending on the situation. But, honestly, when is any situations ideal? I've been with the CIA for years and not once have I done anything that went exactly as planned. So instead we rotated who we were with and after two weeks and three days we were ready. I know that sounds like a long time but it really isn't.

On day one I sat in the car with Grant. We were jamming out to the latest Glee soundtrack. Grant will never admit it but he's as addicted to that show as I am so we put on Gives You Hell and Total Eclipse of the Heart and sang along until he pulled out of his large driveway in his sleek yellow convertible.

"Yellow car," I said punching Grant just hard enough to make him wince as he changed the gear clumsily into drive. The worst thing about Europe is driving stick shifts. I mean seriously, I was born and raised in America where normal people aren't smart or coordinated enough to drive and change gears at the same time. Some of that might have to do with the fact that most people are texting or talking at the same time but still, it's just not the way we learned to drive, therefore making us a lot less covert as we followed him. Luckily, Grant is actually pretty good at it. He listens to the laws a lot more than Bex and I anyways.

On days two through sixteen nothing much happened either but on day seventeen he spent the day on foot walking through the city so Zach and I took on following him with Bex and Grant standing by for backup. A group of school girls were ogling Grant the entire day and followed him wherever he went, Much to our amusement he couldn't seem to shake them. However, around lunchtime we were finally able to do what we had been trying to do for days: Steal his cell phone, A.K.A. his life. I picked him cleanly as he passed and brush passed it to Bex who immediately uploaded it to her computer while Grant bugged it and then handed it to Zach who slid it once again into his pocket. All of this happened in an impressive 9 minutes and 33 seconds. Mr. Solomon and Leo would have been proud.

Back at the hotel room we went through his schedule.

"Well, he's not very social."

"No duh. We've been tailing him form the past week. Shouldn't you have known that already?"

"No need to get all snippy."

"Well I'm the one who hasn't slept in 38 hours because you just had to get your rest and were oh so worried he had seen you when, shocker, he hadn't."

"Can you guys stop fighting? Cam your grouchy, Bex you were acting like a bitch now can we start figuring out things we don't know?" Grant stepped in. Bex and I glared at each other but sat down (as far away from each other as possible) anyway.

"Okay," Zach started, apparently oblivious to our little…disagreement. "Once you two are done," or maybe not so oblivious. "I think we should do it tonight."

"What?"

"Are you insane?"

"No, just listen. We know what we need to. We know how we're going to get in, what we're going to ask, who's handling what. The only way we could be more prepared is if we actually infiltrated his staff but we don't have enough time. Besides, we need the leader, he's just a stepping stone in getting there." I looked at him doubtfully. I could see Bex in the corner of my eye already gearing up. Grant looked at me and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, why not. Zach's eyes remained on me waiting for the go ahead.

"Alright." I sighed in defeat, although I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little excited. I'd been doing enough surveillance to last me, maybe not a lifetime but certainly for the next few days.

A frigid air surrounded me as I power walked down the streets of Paris at 0145 hours. Our plan was in place. Escape roots planned, security measures memorized, and timing perfect. We were ready for whatever hit us. Or so we thought.

At exactly 1:43 a.m. we all exited our rooms. Twelve seconds later Bex headed down the steps and out of a side door with a murmured "all clear," through her com's unit. Zach headed out the back door at 1:43:29 also announcing an all clear. 1:44:09 marked Grants turn to head out the basement and at 1:44:23 I exited via front door. I muttered all clear before beginning the walk down the street. I was met first by Bex in her black wedge heals, (excellent for hiding numerous weapons, which shall remain nameless,) a short black dress and a long trailing black feather coat. Grant came in then to stand on my right. He had on leather pants and a matching jacket that would be great for tying people up, erm, tightly. Zach was the last to appear and took his spot to Bex's left. He to was in all black also but was the only one wearing jeans. He also had a short sleeved v-neck and had left his shoes untied.

"Everyone good?" he asked as we walked in step with each other, our gazes never wavering from directly ahead.

"Yes," I said, subconsciously reaching into my bag and slipping on my sunglasses at the same time as the others. We proceeded in silence for another ten minutes, not daring to talk for fear of being overheard or letting our covers of intimidation fall. We passed many apartment buildings and storefronts but didn't give them a second glance. We saw many a drunk but acted as though they were invisible. At last we got to our first stop and Grant stepped into the street to hail a cab.

We had the driver drop us a good half mile from the final destination, ignoring his uneasy glances at us. We sat in an icy silence, as though there was nothing strange about four twenty year olds, all dressed in black, hailing a cab in the middle of the night, carrying nothing but two pink tote bags, and asking (demanding) to get dropped off in the middle of know where. Sadly, for us, it actually wasn't strange. I had a situation just like this in Texas with Steven and Ellen.

"You sure this is the place?" He questioned, squinting out his window into the darkness.

"Yes," I stated simply as we all stepped out. He jumped slightly at the sound of my voice and after a one last glance back, sped away as though he couldn't leave fast enough.

"Well that was rude." Bex announce as her chai she had placed on the trunk fell off by the sudden start. I snorted and Bex looked at me, surprised, before offering a half smile. I hugged her quickly before splitting with Zach, whispering good luck as we headed into the darkness of the forest. After about five minutes we made it to the electric fence.

Electric fences are great if you want to keep your dog in. Their fine if you want to keep prisoners with nothing but the clothes on their back inside. But if your trying to keep a seasoned operative from breaking into your house you may as well put a Welcome sign on the other side and maybe leave a few cookies for our enjoyment to complete the experience. All you need to get over the fence are thick soled, none metal shoes and a heavy material. Disabling tools are easiest of course but when you don't have the time just borrow the vests dentists' use when doing x-rays.

I threw the vest over the top part and climbed over, Zach following close behind. Zach had been right about the security, we knew where every camera and motion censor was. We headed into the basement where we were immediately met by two guards who paced in an L.

"Fake sacrifice," I told Zach who nodded and disappeared.

"Go," he whispered into his com's and I did. I stepped into the open and punched the guy nearest me. He dropped unconscious by my second one but the other took my arms and began to pull me away.

"Now," I yelled and Zach dropped from above taking down the guard who had me with him. We slapped a napotine patch on both and then continued. At the first fork we went left, at the next we went straight. Two more guards were ahead and Zach pulled me down behind a table. Not the best hiding place, but hey, they walked by us completely oblivious and we were free to rush up the stairs. The main floor was actually very nicely decorated. It felt warm and inviting and I half expected to smell cinnamon and warm cookies. I didn't. Smell it that is. The butler was asleep in a gold chair by the hearth with a book on his chest so we crept through the red walled room and up the winding staircase to Joe's room. After slipping him Liz's serum we shook him awake.

Interrogation tactics are very important. The good cop bad cop is a classic. The 'I'm your friend trying to help' is also common. But when you're dealing with an oblivious forty year old who's a deep sleeper and thinks that his security will keep him safe the element of surprise is your best bet. And the fact that he would wake up under the influence helped to. Zach opened his mouth and I poured the serum into it before shaking him awake. He looked rather dazed but we began our questioning anyhow.

"What is the France Fighters?" Zach asked, testing him.

"A France terrorist group that I belong to," he answered with a blank look in his eyes.

"Where is Frank Harrison?" I asked.

"I don't know. He doesn't tell us where he goes when he leaves."

"Where can he usually be found?" Zach clarified.

"In headquarters, except for when he leaves on personal missions."

"When and why did you join?" I asked. Quite frankly it's a question that I always wonder about these people.

"When I was 29, because M16 turned me into a burnt spy and now it's time to make them regret it," he said menacingly.

"Is the group made up of burnt spies?"

"For the most part. There are a few people from other groups that didn't work." I felt dread starting to form in my stomach although I didn't quite understand why until Zach's next question came.

"What other groups?"

"A few. One's called the Circle of Cavan," I noticed Zach stiffen and pull blank mask over his face as he always does when he's upset. "There are three members from there. Another is," but this time I didn't let him finish as the spy part of me took control, ignoring the fact that Zach would be mad at me.

"Does Mrs. Goode have the whole group after Cameron Morgan?" I asked and felt Zach's confused look but didn't meet it.

"No. She said it had to be her so we just let her have whatever supplies she wants and give her back up when she needs it."

"Where are headquarters and how do you access them?"

"We don't know the exact location. They can be accessed in three different locations the only one I use is a fountain in the heart of the city."

"How do you enter the fountain?" Zach took over.

"You have to make the pieces match the flag then add in the code for the month. Ha ha you look funny," he said staring at us with his head folded over his legs.

"Where do you find the code?" Zach asked excitedly.

"I'm tired," he said with a yawn before falling back on the pillow.

"Where do you find the code?" Zach repeated, becoming anxious. But it was too late, he had already passed out.

"Shit!" Zach swore. "We were so close." After force-feeding him tea we were done for the night.

"Bex we're done," I told her, pushing down on the button so she could hear and then trying to get out of the room only to find Zach grabbing my arm and holding it in a death grip.

"Ow! Are you trying to cut off my circulation?"

"How did you," he started but Joe had began to stir so we stepped out of the door and were met by Grant and Bex, which was not the plan.

"There's a slight problem with our exit strategy," Bex said breathlessly.

"Apparently we missed one of his defenses because, well," Grant trailed off as they both held up a frayed black wire that used to be a com. "It seems that he had something that cuts them off, and some of the guards seem to be slacking off seeing as they are all in the kitchen playing poker. This of course knocks off plan A,"

"And you two losing your units knocks off plan B," I finished for him, thinking quickly. "We'll have to go to the forth floor window and propel down."

"We don't have enough time for all of us to get down before everything gets activated," Zach pointed out, running his hand through his hair. "Two of us could try to go back through the basement."

"We'll have to change pairs also," Bex pointed out.

"Okay, Cammie and Bex go through the fourth floor window while Zach and I make our way out the back," Grant stated with a surprisingly clear head.

"No way!" Bex told him, looking offended. "I'm not jumping out of a bloody window while you two take the risk!" Grant and Zach looked at me pleading but I shook my head.

"I'm with Bex," I told them.

"Well we can't all go. No one will be able to help us if we all get caught," Zach pointed out. I looked over at Bex who wore her usual expression of determination and I knew she wasn't about to budge. Grant pulled her down the hall, just far enough that we couldn't hear what was being said.

"Please Gallagher Girl?" Zach pleaded with me.

"No! Why should I be the one who has to take the easy way out?"

"Apparently, there isn't an easy way out because apparently my mom and her flunky's are still hunting you down and you knew about it but didn't bother to mention it to anyone!"

"My mom and Grant know, and I didn't tell you because I knew you would act like this!" I took a deep breath. "Look, now's not exactly the best time to talk about this. Give me one good reason why it should be the two of you instead of me and Bex?"

Zach shrugged. "I know the way out and Grant should be able to take care of any guys who get in our way."

"So what? I know the way out to and Bex and I would be fine," I huffed, knowing that truthfully it would be a lot harder than either of us wanted to admit.

"You're not exactly the best navigator," he pointed out, trying to lighten the mood. I stared back at him unimpressed. I can't read a map but I know how to find my way out of places, it's what I've been trained for.

"Just take the window," he told me.

"Give me one good reason and I will," I responded.

"We've wasted a good five minutes trying to decide who will go what way which means that

they've had five minutes to realize we're here and stop us. Besides the staircase is tiny, the two of you will be able to get out faster, and quieter than Grant and I." He had me beat and knew it.

"Those are excuses," I muttered to myself.

"Fine. You want reasons? When we started this mission I swore I wasn't going to lose you on it.

"Going back is more dangerous. If I get caught there will be a few people at my funeral, if you do there will be ten guys at my apartment who beat the shit out of me for letting it happen. And I'm not going to let it happen," he finished grimly. I stared at him for a minute and then felt Bex behind me.

"We're taking the window," she told me, clearly annoyed. Zach breathed a sigh of relief.

"How was it decided?" he asked.

"Rock paper scissors shoot," they answered in unison. I covered my laugh as best I could. They

both began to walk away but as I unfolded my arms and started to follow Zach pulled me back and kissed me. It was quick, only a little more than a peck, but it still happened. And I still wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Be careful," he whispered.

"You too," I told him and ran to catch up with Bex. She smiled when she saw me.

"Shut up," I told her.

"I didn't say anything," she held up both hands in surrender but continued to smile to herself.

The first door we hit was locked.

"I got it." I lifted the chain around my neck over my head and stuck it in the door. A few seconds later I heard the lock break. We passed a lot of old wooden and unpainted doors as we hurried through one hallway after another. I memorized our path as we went. Right, left, left, straight, right. We arrived at a little door that opened to reveal the winding staircase. The steps creaked beneath our feet as we climbed in a tight spiral, testing each step before putting all our weight on it. It smelled damp, as though we were in a tree house just after a big rainstorm. It ended in a large attic room that had vaulted ceilings and was covered in boxes. It was unfinished and you could see the rafters on the ceiling as well as the fluffy yellow insulation. Most of the boxes were cut open and had things spilling out of them. One had toy soldiers another Lego's. One even looked as though it was filled with souvenirs from Disney World with a key chain that had Tinker bell on it an autograph book that was open to reveal the signatures of Donald Duck as well as Cinderella. I turned my gaze over to the circular window we were supposed to jump from and attached my cable beside Bex's.

"One two three!" she whisper yelled and we jumped. As soon as we touched ground we began to run, knowing that they could see us any minute. We had the painting she and Grant had taken so when they did see us they would assume we were thieves. I saw a search light ahead of us but there was no way to avoid it unless we wanted to trigger full blown security so we ran right through it, allowing it to blind us for a split second but not stopping. I heard voices coming from the house and six guards came running out the front door. Then gate began to close as we sprinted towards it, fully aware of the frozen guards behind us.

"Don't just stand there! Get them!" Some one yelled. Three guards came running after us but we didn't stop or turn around. We were faster and knew it. When we got to the road we had been dropped off on we set down the painting for them to find. They wouldn't tell their boss because they wouldn't want to admit they hadn't been doing their job and they wouldn't follow us after they found it. Once we were around the curve we started to walk again, breathing heavily. I tried reaching Zach but was met only by static. Whether it was mine or his I didn't know.

We hailed the first cab we could and gave him the address to the hotel. I kicked off my boots as soon as we entered my room and fell down on the couch beside Bex. All we could do now was wait and see. I took the soda she offered me from the fridge and we sat in silence. Sometimes, waiting is the scariest part.

A/N: I hope you liked it! Please review either way! Wow, my first cliff hanger. What was goode? What was bad? Tell me and it may just get me to update sooner! I'll try to do it next weekend but it may be the weekend after...either way, more reviews equal more motivation to write. I'll probably only be updating on weekends though. REVIEW! just press that button right below this and type ;)

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