Disclaimer: All rights to Ally Carter.

Chapter 11

Macey's POV

"Ugh," I mumble, rubbing my eyes, "Couldn't this whole emergency waited until a normal hour? Maybe 9? You know, when my brain is actually functioning?"

Preston laughs a breathy laugh and puts his arm around my shoulder. "Come on, the spy life doesn't wait for anyone, isn't that what you're always telling me?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it can't wait for me," I say begrudgingly, but I know he's right. Superspy CIA emergencies don't happen all the time, but when they do it is usually a drop-everything-and-go situation.

"I can't believe he has another evil relative," Preston says, talking about Zach. "How messed up can one family get? I guess I'm not one to talk, though."

"I think he was surprised too," I say, remembering Zach's uncomfortable voice on the phone. He may have been trying to sound board - classic Goode - but it was not very hard to see through. "He thought his Uncle was dead."

"Yeah," we're both silent for a moment, our footsteps the only noise as they hit the pavement, carrying us through Georgetown's campus towards Cam's dorm. I've been here so many times, I know the route by heart. Then Preston chuckles slightly, and I look up at him.

"What?"

"Nothing, just thinking," he says. We reach the door to Cammie's dorm, and Preston pulls it open. "You know, about how two years ago my biggest issue was what my next school assignment was, and now I'm dating a spy, and about to go to a meeting about how best to save the CIA from destruction because of an evil psychopath."

"I haven't been in this much longer than you have. Four years ago my biggest issue was trying to figure out what the best way to aggravate my parents was."

"Yeah well," he says scratching the back of his neck. I can see the worry and doubt clear on his face. He's always been somewhat of an open book. "I still feel so overwhelmed. This is what you do, I'm just a student. I just feel like I'm going to screw this up."

"You're going to be fine, I promise," I say, looking up at him. We've almost reached Cam's dorm room now, it's just around the corner. "And if you mess something up, then oh well. You'll do better next time."

He smiles, and takes my hand as we walk around the corner, almost literally running right into Bex, Liz, Abby, Grant, and Jonas. This sure is going to be one interesting reunion.

In a split second Bex, Liz and I are wrapped up in a group hug, almost falling over with the force. Note: Three trained spies (even if one is on the research track) who haven't seen each other in eight months can be quite dangerous.

When we pull away from each other, a huge smile on all of our faces, I turn to Abby.

"Hi," I say before giving her a quick hug.

"Hey," she says back, a small smile on her face. "How are you doing at the agency, McHenry?"

"Good. It's exactly what I thought it would be like. I'm happy."

Out of the corner of my eye I see Preston talking nervously to Grant and Jonas, seeming slightly out of place. I am about to go save him when the door to Cam's dorm room opens, and no other than Zachary Goode stands there, smirking. Always smirking. I don't know how Cam can stand it.

"I don't mean to break up this reunion or anything, but I think it's a good idea if you come inside. You know, so we don't wake up the rest of the campus at 3 in the morning."

I roll my eyes but make my way towards the door, nodding to Zach as I pass him.

"Goode."

He nods back, "McHenry. Good to see you again."

"You too," I say, as he closes the door behind Jonas, who is the last of our little 'party' to walk through the door. "Where's Cam?"

"In an air vent," he says and I nod, no more questions needed.

Zach turns his attention towards Bex, who immediately hugs him, and then starts talking about the newest thing she's learned at MI6. Something about being able to kill a man with just a ring. She'll have to teach me that. Fashion and espionage together? I'm in.

I then turn my attention towards the six teenagers sitting on the bed, all looking slightly taken aback by the influx of people. There's one boy who catches my eye, he's tall with light brown hair, and has an air about him that is all too familiar to me. The air that so many people have that I just happen to have to associate with, the air of a bored billionaire. I simply roll my eyes and make my way back to Zach who is now talking to Preston, hoping that he is not like every other bored billionaire I know. But my guess is he probably is.

"So, Goode," I say as I get closer, moving to stand beside Preston, "planning on actually telling us who these people are soon? Or are we just going to wait for dramatic effect?"

"Right," he says turning towards the rest of the group. "This is Kat, Hale, Nick, Gabrielle, Hamish, Angus, and Simon," As he says their names, each of the teenagers gives a small wave, well, except for Hale, who simply rolls his eyes. "They're the crew who tried to steal the painting. They're actually not too bad."

"Well thank you for the complement," Hale says rather sarcastically, standing up. "But do you have any interest in telling us who any of the members of your team are? You know, besides Macey McHenry and Preston Winters. Everyone in America knows who they are. Tell me, how can you be a spy if everyone knows your face?"

"Very easily actually," I say, cocking a hip, "if you're good. And I could say the same thing to you, Hale, sole heir to one of the world's biggest companies. But I would assume you have the same answer I do," he smirks and I roll my eyes. "Anyways, this is Bex, Liz, Abby, Grant and Jonas."

"Well now that we've all been introduced," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "Let's get started, shall we?"

A/N: Hey guys! What did you think of this chapter? Please read & review!

Until next time!

- Canadianreaders