"He's totally a boxers kind of guy Zach." Cammie announced randomly.
"Why am I discussing this with you? I don't care what other men wear." Zach whispered as he readied his weapon.
"Hey we girls discussed what you Blackthorne boys wore. I guessed right with you." She smirked, but Zach ignored her much to Cammie's annoyance.
"Boxers are for boys. This guy is a sophisticated criminal with high class living. Clearly not a boxers guy." Zach stated.
"I thought you don't care or think what guys wear?" Cammie asked mockingly, again Zach ignored her comment and she huffed.
"I read people better than you easily. Just stating the obvious Cam's which you missed. If I'm wrong I'd paint my car pink and drive round in it for a week." Zach turned to her and missed her look directed at him.
"Drop the weapon or I'll drop you like a bad habit." Zach yelled as he burst through the door and pointed his gun at Vladimir. Likewise Cammie had also drawn her sidearm and pointed it at him. He and Cammie had been working together to track him down. It had been their first assignment together since their odd break-up three months ago.
Vladimir shifted his eyes between the two and the computer he was using to steal valuable US Intel from. He gripped the pistol tightly, but before he dropped it Cammie cut in.
"Oh please don't listen to him." She scoffed and rolled her eyes at Zach.
"What?' Zach turned his eyes to her then back to Vladimir. "No do as I say or else…"
"Ignore him Vladimir he's lying. He won't drop you like a bad habit." Cammie shook her head, but kept her gun trained on him. Vladimir remained still unsure what to do.
"Yes I will." Zach defended.
"He won't." Cammie replied.
"It's a saying Cammie. You say sayings." Zach explained to his annoyance.
"Well it's a stupid saying for you to use. A bad habit is smoking or biting your nails or something. My point is you need a bad habit to drop. You should have said, I'll drop you like I do a serious relationship." Cammie imitated.
"Oh so that's what this is about? Now we're getting to the source of your attitude." Zach said.
"Pssh…I don't have an attitude."
"Yes you do and frankly I'm quite sick of it." Zach lowered his gun and turned on Cammie when he saw Vladimir move slightly the gun was up again, his arm swift like a snake's strike.
"I didn't take you for the diva type Zach."
"Hey no taking shots at my macho-ness."
"Ohh… too late cause I just dropped a bomb,' Cammie spun and did a gangsta hand drop. "On your macho temple." Cammie flipped her hair to one side for effect. Zach arched an eyebrow.
"Seriously work on your comebacks Gallagher Girl they're getting more painful to hear than a gunshot wound."
"I don't hear you coming up with smart remarks."
"Perhaps I'm growing up." Zach remarked and Cammie's eyes targeted in on him.
"I don't think that was wise words American." Vladimir inputted and watched as the couple both shot at his feet making him yelp. "Ok sorry." He apologised.
"You watch yourself Blackthorne boy." Cammie warned him and Zach took a step back nervously.
"I'm sorry." He said sheepishly. "Perhaps we need to talk." Zach suggested and Cammie nodded.
"Yes we do." Cammie agreed.
"Over dinner?"
"Charm me first Agent Goode," Cammie said with a blush and a smile which made him smile in return.
"So does this mean you're back together or something?" Vladimir cut in.
"Drop the weapon." Zach said.
"Drop your pants." Cammie said in unison with Zach's order. Zach and Vladimir turned to her confused.
"What?' Cammie shrugged. "I want to win the bet." She smiled and Zach began to sweat.