When your should-have-been husband has "gone rogue" and doesn't show up to your should-have-been wedding because he was on the run from basically all types of national security, there is a very high chance (more definite chance) you will be interrogated. So here I was being summoned to the underground mall in Washington DC to be questioned by operatives with level four clearance, and then higher.

"Good morning Ms. Morgan, I am Agent James Parker with the intelligence bureau and homeland security. I will be conducting your debriefing today." The guy looked to be around my age and acted as if he was the stuff, but I had done more of these than I'd care to admit so his demeanor didn't phase me.

"Name."

"Cameron Ann Morgan"

"Occupation"

"Agent for the Central Intelligence Agency"

"Do you know of Zachary Goode?"

"Yes"

"What is your relation to the subject?"

"He was fiance, I'm not really sure what you would call it now.."

Agent Parker scoffed at my answer "You were supposed to marry him on the seventeenth of November, is that correct?"

"Correct."

"But you did not?" His question felt mocking.

"No." I turned my engagement ring around my finger.

"He did not show up?" At this point, I felt like the guy was just mocking my embarrassment.

"No."

"But you did have contact with the subject on the seventeenth of November?"

"Yes at the beach in the Hamptons."

"Did he relay any information about where he went?"

"No."

"Did he tell you anything of importance?"

"Not really. All he said was he messed up, and now they were after him. He said he would come back for me."

"Was there anything different about him?"

"I mean he was acting strange, but wouldn't anyone who was on the run?" I laughed but the guy didn't seem amused.

"Was there anything different about his appearance, his behavior, something that could easily distinguish him in a crowd?"

"He was bleeding. He said he was ambushed on the way to the ceremony so that's why he didn't show up. He said they got away."

"Did he say who it was that ambushed him?"

"No."

"Do you know where he was before then?"

"I had talked to him the night before on the phone, he was in Budapest."

Something flickered in the guy's eyes. "Budapest?"

"Yes."

"What day was that?"

"It was late on the night of the sixteenth, but the seventeenth if you are on Hungarian time."

"Why was he in Budapest?"

"I don't know."

"He didn't say?"

"He doesn't say much about his missions."

"When did you find out he was going there?"

"I didn't even know he was out of the country until I called him that night."

The guy had an odd look in his eyes. "Was there anything else he said to you at the beach?"

I thought for a moment, "There is no place like home."

"Does that mean anything to you?"

"No." I shook my head.

"On the record, I am required to tell you that any contact with the subject must be reported immediately. Agent Goode is considered a dangerous threat with information that could destroy some very important things…" he paused and looked around. "Off the record, I think you could do much better." Then he gave me a wink. "Our debriefing is over, you are free to go."

He smiled and stood up and walked over towards the door. He held it open. I crossed the room and went through the door. "Thank you" I muttered as I walked by, I felt weird after his comment.

Bex waited for me outside the door. She was adamant about watching my debrief, but they wouldn't let her because her clearance wasn't high enough. To which she replied some very bad words in Mandarin.

"How was it?" She asked, a wicked look in her eyes. "Was there torture?"

"No Bex, it was a debrief where I willingly gave them information, not a refusal, and then trying to extract it from me."

"I still don't think you should have said anything, it's Zach. It's like you're betraying him."

I stopped in my place. "I can't believe you would say that."

"But it's Zach!"

"Believe me I know, but what was I suppose to do?" I felt exasperated.

"I guess you're right…" I was starting to get a headache from all of this.

"Ms. Morgan!" I heard someone shout after me. It was Agent Parker from the debriefing room.

"Hottie with the body coming this way," Bex said eyeing the agent who came our way. I gave her a look.

"Agent Parker, is there more I need to do?" Bex elbowed me. "I'm sorry this is my friend Agent Baxter with MI6."

"Rebecca" she corrected, batting her eyes.

He smiled and nodded in her direction then turned to me, "I almost forgot to tell you... we ask that if Agent Goode contacts you, you push this." He handed me a small box.

"A panic button...really?" It was unbelievable.

"She doesn't need a panic button for her own bloody fiance."

"Well to me it doesn't sound as if she still has a fiance. Usually, when the groom doesn't show up for the wedding it means it's over."

"That was because he was ambushed!" I defended him.

"Either way, some have felt that having this makes them feel more secure." I rolled my eyes and placed the tiny piece of plastic in my bag. "And despite what you think, Agent Goode has been confirmed to be working with a terrorist organization as a double agent to the CIA. He is extremely dangerous. While he may not hurt you, he is connected to people who would hurt you and other innocent people. We believe they are after an important piece of information, if he or anyone else in that group gets ahold of it, it could potentially start more than just an international incident."

His words scared me, what had Zach gotten himself into? "What is the information they want?"

"I'm afraid that's classified." He said giving me a half knowing smile.

"I understand, Agent Parker. Is there anything else?"

"Call me James."

"Is that really appropriate?" I asked.

"It is if it's off the record."

"More things off record, huh?" I asked remembering the other comment he said earlier.

He actually laughed, then excused himself and went back to his office.

"What kind of off the record stuff are we talking about?" Bex asked, a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

I rolled my eyes, "I'll tell you later."