Basically I'm really sorry for not updating in like three months, after my holiday I had to keep going to the dentist and stuff, and school and homework (which I hardly do anyways) everything is just s;diha;dhaskdfjalkfdja. So I've decided to change the story a bit, if you don't mind. I hope you understand and forgive me because I adore all my reviewers you put huge smiles on my face, I love you. This will probably be the last chapter and I'm so sorry I couldn't continue with it. Honestly. I just got bored of the storyline as well. Oh and sorry but I don't think I'll be writing sex, I didn't really intend on this becoming an M it was just because y'all were reviewing with "WE WANT SEX" I was kinda scared and thought I had to include it but honestly, I really don't want to do it in detail lol. Love you though xoxoxoxoxoxox

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or stuff like that. Except for a bit. Whatever.

Don't you ever find you could go on forever with an author's note but you can't because you need to get onto the actual story at some point!

As Zach and I were walking back to the others, hand-in-hand, we reached that building again. My fathers. Well I suppose I shouldn't call it that, it was just that it could be a huge clue as to where he died and stuff and if we didn't look into it we'd be so close and blow it.

"Zach?" I asked.

He turned to me, a permanent smile on his face. How adorable.

"Can we just go there…once more?" I asked, pointing to the building.

Zach looked and frowned, a bit of a pissed off look on his face but then it was replaced with a smile. Someone obviously didn't want to ruin the evening.

"Sure," he said a bit uncertainly but he apparently did mean it.

We walked to the entrance and walked into the building, to be immediately attacked by strong heating.

There was a different lady at the reception desk this time and she looked lovely. YES.

"Good evening, I'm so sorry to disturb you but we're like tourists and this building looked really interesting, what is it?" I asked sweetly.

She examined out faces and then smiled back.

"Offices!"

"Is that it?" Zach asked, moving to the desk.

"Um, yeah…" the receptionist said. She was middle aged and was slightly plump.

"Are you sure?" Zach asked, getting closer and giving her such a hot stare. She looked at us again and Zach smiled. A beautiful smile, like anything he does, to be honest.

"How to persuade effectively" by Cameron Morgan.

Have Zachary Goode with you.

She sighed "I'm not an expert at this stuff but…" she examined us again "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell, you seem like good kids."

My eyes glowed and I grinned.

"Downstairs," she gulped and moved closer to us so she could whisper "is a CIA base." Then immediately as if she knew she shouldn't have said that, she said down and pretended not to know us.

I exchanged looks with Zach who had his eyebrows raised.

There was a lift across the hall but next to it were stairs. We would seem less subtle by taking the stairs. I motioned towards them and we walked towards them.

"Thank you so much, we really do owe you," I said back to the receptionist who lightly nodded.

We went down the stairs really quickly and quietly. There was an open area with hand-scanning things blocking the entrance to other alleyways.

"You need to have an ID or something," I whispered. So far, there was no body in sight and the lights were mostly out. It was probably closed. On the far left hand side of the room was a computer. I walked towards it.

After moving the mouse around, the screen came to life. It had the CIA logo on and someone had forgotten to sign out. YES.

"Do you know how to access a member's details and information?" I asked Zach.

He shrugged and moved to the computer. After a few clicks and really rapid typing he came to a search page and searched "Matthew Morgan" and we waited.

Immediately a result came up which Zach clicked on. My heart was beating really fast now and we read what was written. It said how he died and where he died etc, nothing I didn't already know. It also said which room he was staying in whilst on the mission. And that room happened to be in this building.

"Come on Zach, can we check out his room?" I asked "What if there's something in there?"

Zach sighed "What if we're caught?"

"Come on, you're Zachary Goode, you don't care about this stuff!" I laughed.

Zach laughed and took my hand "Okay then."

According to the computer he stayed in room 101 which was on the first floor and there was a sign except you had to scan your hand.

I took a deep breath and placed my hand on it and expected it to scream out "INTRUDER ALERT" or something.

Except it didn't. It flashed green and the door opened.

Zach and I exchanged smiles and we ran to room 101.

There was a door with a keyhole. Shit.

"Cammie, do you have a key?" Zach asked.

I thought hard, the pulled one out from my bag.

Zach stared at me, eyes wide open.

"Mom gave it to me; she said it was dad's. I always carry it round with me. Always."

I wasted no time and opened the door (it fit!). Inside it was fairly empty; there were a few bunk beds and a desk at the back. I ran to the desk and opened all the drawers.

After rummaging through them, I found a notebook which was placed in the corner of a drawer. I opened it and there is was my father's handwriting which I recognised from this day. I flicked through it, it was mostly stuff about missing mom and me, and then I came to the last page. Under 1st August he had written "I miss you." 1st August. 1st August. NO. My father died in June, I knew that, mom said so, everyone said so everyone KNEW it. At the funeral they said he died in JUNE so why was there in entry for August? Everything was so confusing now; it was as if my entire life was a lie.

"My," I was shaking as I told Zach this "my father is alive."

I was going to get down to the bottom of this and that was a promise. I'm gonna find you daddy, I thought.