Joie had been awake for an hour when the boy came in. She had taken to calling him Grey-eyes in her mind. Not that she thought of him, of course. Just that when she thought of him, she had to call him something. When he set the tray down, she could see the contents. Dry Chex, a glass of milk and a glace of what could have been white grape juice, but she was betting on peach juice.

"How did you know?" She reached for the cup with little hesitation. She didn't trust him, but she didn't think it was this guy's style to spike her food.

"Your dad drinks it every morning, I thought maybe…" he shrugged. Walking around behind her, the boy pulled off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. With her hands shackled, she couldn't put her arms through, but heat suddenly flooded her body.

The boy pulled her hair out from under the collar and let it fan along the jacket. As he did so, his fingers brushed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Joie ignored it and started eating. She tried to keep her attention away from how he was looking at her and focused on why he was doing so. He was trying to find a weakness. Or at least she had thought so.

"You look so much like him," the boy suddenly said. "Zach. It's… if I didn't know, I wouldn't have been able to tell. You're your mother's daughter, alright, but I can see him in you, if I try."

"Funny you should mention my mother," Joie pushed the tray away. "Since she's probably being tortured right now. Not that Zach cares."

The boy sat on the corner of the table, "Why do you say that?"

"He hasn't sent anyone out to look for her. He's not an idiot. He knows the only reason I would—risk seeking him is if Cammie was in trouble. And yet," she stood so she could see the mirror, "he hasn't gone after her. He's just sitting around, playing games!"

The boy grabbed her shoulders hand sat her back down. "You need to calm down. Do you know why he's doing this? He thinks you're crazy."

Joie laugh, "Right. Cause I'm a Goode, and we're all bad."

The boy looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't say all bad…" He leaned closer and Joie stopped breathing, her eyes wide. The boy's hand slid around her neck, pulling her lips to his. There was a soft sound as they met, and Joie's eyes fluttered shut. His free hand drew soft circles on her thigh. "Six," he said softly, as he pulled away. "People call me Six."

"Joie," she choked out, her heart pounding against her chest.

Six grinned as he gathered the tray. "I'll see you in class Joie."

"You actually kissed her?" Cass's voice was a squeal though the comm. unit. "Was it good?"

"Uh, yeah," Six said awkwardly as he stooped to tie his shoe. "I mean, she was tied up and stuff, so it was kinda weird, but not bad."

"Kinky." From across the park, Six watched as Baxter got swatted by his girlfriend.

"I think what my Neanderthal was trying to say," Vogue commented, "is that it's kind of weird that Professor Townsend is throwing you at his daughter."

"Professor Townsend," a voice came over the line, "finds it weird that the four of you would rather fail your assignment and gossip."

"Sorry, sir," Six said quickly.

"Suck up," Cass coughed though her fit of giggles.

"Shut up," Six shot back. As much as he liked having a team he could trust, working with his sister could get a bit touch and go. They spent the rest of the assignment with quiet comm.s and Zach calling the shots. When they got back to the van, Six slumped in the back and closed his eyes.

"Really, though," Cass said from the front seat, "your daughter shows up after sixteen years to tell you your ex-wife is missing and you—what?—shove her in an interrogation room and sick my brother on her? Man, I thought my dad was a deadbeat, but you take the cake."

"Miss Bennet," Zach took a sharp turn, flinging everyone to the side, "mind your tongue."

"Are we seriously not going to look for Cammie?" Vogue asked from under Baxter's arm. "I mean, she's your wife, my Godmother, heck, she even saved Six and Casse's folks a time or three."

"Not to mention my mother's best friend, and one of the best Gallagher girls to ever graduate," Baxter chipped in.

"That's exactly why we're not going after her," Zach explained pulling up to the gate. "Whoever took Cammie—took Cameron Morgan. If you think one high school operative team is going to get her back—"

"We can do it." Six finally spoke. "You trained us. Joie was trained by the Morgans, Camerons—Solomon—and God knows who else. If anyone can get Cammie back, it's us."

Zach looked like he wanted to hit something, but finally gave in. "Fine, but I'm not sending you out there half-cocked and I don't trust her. We're going to plan, we're going to research, and we're going to find out who Joie really is."

Cass nodded, "Okay."

"Deal," Baxter confirmed.

"Fine," Vogue said, if rather begrudgingly.

"God help us all," Six prayed, closing his eyes again.