A/N: AHHHHHH! THANKS SOOOOOOOOO SUPERLY UBERLY MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS AND I REALLY HOPE YOU'RE IMPRESSED, I GOT THIS ONE DONE IN LESS THAN 6 HOURS... AND IT'S THE LONGEST ONE!

if you like MileyCyrus, forgive me its a joke, albeit short, but i do kind of give her props... i mean who else could learn so many corny songs about guys and sing them every night? :)

and ironically (you know who i'm talking to) i can play the piano too!, not well but i'm working on it!! :)

Cammie's POV

"Zach!" I shouted angrily. It was the only English my overloading brain could muster, "Tais-toi!" Ugh! "Schalten Sie ein! Silencio!" Why did I have to know so many damn languages? "Tyst! SHUT THE… GAH! UP!!" Panting, practically hyperventilating, I was so angry, I finally got out enough English any normal person could understand me. Let's see, we have French, German, Spanish, and Swedish. Four flipping languages I had to embarrass myself with before I could properly tell Zach to stop talking. My face started burning, something I noticed happens a lot with Zach around. I would have to work on that, once I graduated flushing in embarrassment could get me killed.

"Will you please stop switching languages? If other people heard you, they might think you've gone mental. We wouldn't want that now would we?" If only I could have gotten Dr. Fibs' If Looks Could Kill glasses... "Ha! And Gallagher Girl?"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT NOW, ZACH?" It was bad enough Bex had just left, if Zach could just stop making fun of me because I almost missed saying goodbye to her. Either way, I still really couldn't believe I exploded at him like that. He had already reminded me what a hot temper like mine could do to a spy in the field. That it was possible that it was what made my dad disappear…

Zach's POV

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT NOW ZACH?" Wow, Cammie really was in a bad mood today. I almost felt kind of bad about harassing her like that, but if I didn't, who would? I smirked, "Cammie, chill. I was just going to tell you that Madame Dabney wanted to talk to you after class today. She mentioned something about, oh, piano lessons? I don't really know she was merely muttering to herself at that point." With a shriek of frustration, Cammie left to take the long way to C&A.

Alone, I had time to think, if the CIA didn't have any information on guardian-equals, who would? I knew more than Cammie already, but it's not like I could walk up to Ms. Morgan and ask her why she was lying to us about the guardian-equals. I was about to turn into Madame Dabney's room, when I saw Solomon wave at me. I walked over to him and raised an eyebrow. " Zach, we're trying to finish up with some details for the mission, and since you're supposed to know all about guitars, we were wondering if there was any particular kind you wanted?"

"Acoustic, definitely. I'm not sure, not a twelve string though. Six strings are best, in my opinion. But, maybe on with sunburst coloring, you know? Fading from the stained wood color to black? We won't need any loud guitar playing, will we? I hate dealing with amps." Solomon eyed me, as if I had just spoken a language he had never heard of (which wasn't very likely). "No, no concerts. At least there shouldn't be. Sunburst is fine. How about a Fender? Nothing too flashy, though."

"Fine with me Mr. Solomon. Can I get to class now, I hear we are working on the art of folding napkins today…" said with so much fake reverence that Solomon actually slapped me upside the head. Laughing he told me he'd see me in CoveOps. I pivoted on my heel to see Cammie headed this way. She quickened her pace, obviously trying to avoid me. Too bad she had to pass me to get into the classroom, so the effort was a wasted one. As soon as she was beside me, she had a mysterious and probably nonexistent itch on the side of her head. Clearly, she needed to turn her head to scratch it. After that, there was something very intriguing (and invisible) on the ceiling. It was a quiet walk down the hall.

Cammie's POV

I did anything I could think of until we got to Madame Dabney's classroom. I was particularly dreading today because I SO did not want to take piano lessons. And, by the way, folding napkins is definitely not as fun as it sounds. Apparently normal people who aren't spies can do it though. But I doubt that. Can you fold napkins. You should totally review this and tell me. Help me with my report for Solomon! Yeah!

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LET ME TELL YOU HOW BORING PIANO LESSONS CAN BE. Especially when half the lesson was talking about your posture at the piano, arching your fingers, and looking at the music, not the keys. Blahblahblah. Madame Dabney went on forever. The best part was when I got to tell her which music I wanted so I could play on the mission, if needed.

There was something the teachers weren't telling us. Madame Dabney specifically avoided the question, "What do you mean 'if needed'? Does that mean I have to play for other people? I thought the legend said 'when alone' or something like that. Not 'in front of large crowds'!" I could get up and lie on national television, and no one would be able to tell I was lying. But the very thought of performing for an audience was terrifying. Put a gun to my head, SURE! Put a microphone in my hand, run and duck for cover! Worst of all, I have a lesson every day after C&A until I leave for the mission with everyone else.

CoveOps was cool though. We reviewed the art of lying without showing signs at all. But lucky me, towards the end of class, I had to go up against Mr. Solomon. Thanking the sweet Lord in heaven, I passed, him only seeing through the facade when I said I loved performing with a fiery passion.

…

We were all kind of depressed once Bex left, but no one missed her nearly as much as Grant did. It was really pathetic. He kept asking if we had any pictures of her. No one could stand to be around him anymore. Not even Zach. And I made up with Zach. Ha ha, big surprise there, but I couldn't stay mad at him. Without Bex, I needed him even more.

But enough of me whining. I have more news on the guardian-equal situation. Parental attachment means nothing to Solomon. He doesn't give me a better grade than anyone else or anything like that. On the contrary, he seems to try to embarrass me in class even more. It's become a game for him, at least that's what it seemed like. And Zach became really quiet whenever somebody brought up the subject of guardian-equals. He was definitely hiding something. He was always deeply in thought, never being part of a conversation unless someone directed a question at him. He we act like nothing happened if somebody called him out on it, too.

Zach's POV

Dammit. I thought I had looked like I was paying attention. I guess I was sloppy while distracted. But no matter what I did, I couldn't get Solomon out of my head. It's not like that. But it's what he told me. He told me that Cammie had to find out in her own time, by her own power. Yet, somehow, he was able to tell me. I had no clue how it worked. But it was big, to me at least.

…

I had finally gotten over what Solomon had told me. And it was about time, too. We were leaving on the mission the next afternoon, and being hung up while starting a mission can be dangerous because you might not notice important things. Like Cammie trying to sneak some of Dr. Fibs' prototypical skin irritant into my deodorant… Luckily I did see her, so I put a message in the cap saying that I saw her. It was only funny because she didn't know I was in my dorm and I was hiding in the closet when she sneaked in. The look on her face was priceless though. The sad part is that I need more deodorant now. The best part of the day though, was when I got my guitar. It was beautiful. And the strap was so freaking awesome. Because I was supposed to be Cammie's boyfriend (yes, happy days) the strap was black with grey outlines of my name, "Cassie's" name, and our pictures.

Cammie came to my room at that point, so I felt inclined enough to show her the strap. She stared at it in shock. "Oh, come on Gallagher Girl. You know you love it. But, what did you need? I need to finish packing."

"Zach, you're right, I do love it. And I have some music for you to look at." She chuckled and said, "But you don't need to pack. I got a little sneak preview of what Macey bought you…" I stared at her, slightly marveling at how pretty she looked when she was laughing, and partly because I was afraid of what Macey had bought me. Pinching the bridge of my nose I asked, "How bad is it?" She laughed again and assured me that she approved of everything. I stared at her until she started fidgeting. "What?" She almost cried. She stamped her foot just as Jonas and Grant walked in.

Grant (being the total ladies man that he is) asked, "DID YOU JUST STAMP YOUR FOOT? Oh, you know what? I got it. You probably got me that picture of British Bombshell, and Zach is refusing to give it to me for you. It's fine. I'm here now, you can hand it over." He was really asking for it. To my surprise, Cammie answered, "Oh it's over here with the music, come on!" I watched, half in awe, half fearing for Grant's life. I started to smile when I saw Cammie move her feet slightly as she bent over the music. I knew Grant was in for it, because she was setting him up for the Shrigama maneuver. Almost all of the girls at Gallagher knew how to perform it, but I was the only one from Blackthorne who knew about it. I had to fight back a laugh as she kicked her leg back and up into Grants family jewels… if you catch my drift. Obviously an all girls' school would teach that maneuver. I shook with laughter, next to a frozen in fright Jonas, as Cammie finished off the maneuver, by dropping to the floor and using her legs to launch him over her head. She ended it by sitting on Grants back, smiling like an innocent school girl. By that point the three of us were falling over with laughter.

Suddenly Cammie shouted, "Oh! I almost forgot, the music! Here. Learn it, love it." I looked at it and dropped it like it was on fire with a yelp. "What?"

I shuddered and uttered the unsaid words, "Miley Cyrus" Uuuugghhh. Shaking I stepped on the music a few times just for show. "Oh shut up you sissy! Its onesong of hers, and it came with the Taylor Swift music, so deal with it… Actually," she suddenly looked evil, and very dangerous. "We could take the Mileymusic and burn it…. Psych! I'll just give it back to Madame Dabney." She grabbed the music and darted from the room. I hear a faint, "Night boys!" as she ran back to her room. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Grant. He was curled up in the fetal position. ON MY BED. That was my cue to dump him off the bed and onto the floor. I grinned at him as he crawled to his own bed.

Cammie's POV

I felt refreshed after using the Shrigama Maneuver, even if I did have to use it on Grant. I slept well that night, excited about my first real mission the next day. None of us had to go to classes, but we did have to have a meeting before going to the airport. Yup, we had to travel like normal people. No helicopters for us. But it also tipped me off that we were going pretty far away.

We all met in the Grand Hall, after all, we were already there because we just had breakfast. As soon as we were all seated at the same table, Mr. Smith brought our luggage. Or rather, Mr. Smith directed the maintenance workers carrying the luggage.

"First, we need to do a check. Does everyone have their ids and did you memorize your legends?" Everyone nodded, which meant that we were that much closer, to leaving… for two months (maybe more). "Second, Zach, Cammie?" With that my heart skipped a beat. I knew what was coming after that. "No one has heard either of you perform, so, your guitar Zach. Do you two have a song ready?" We looked at each other in silent agreement.

"Yeah, we're going to do a PIECE of I'm Yours by Jason Mraz… Zach hasn't given me his music to learn yet." I thought I was being quick, trying to get him in trouble just once before we left. "Actually, Cammie, if you look in the folder of piano music, you'll find my musical selections." I stared at him, "You should have told me."

Using Mr. Solomon's life philosophy, Zach said, "You should have noticed it." He smiled and started playing. I went around the table to stand next to him and started, "Well you done, done me and you bet I felt it. I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted, I fell right through the cracks…" You get it.

When we finished, nobody said anything. Nobody even blinked. I could tell we were on the same wavelength Was I really that bad? But a minute later my mom said, "You two are AMAZING. We are good to go." With that we left my home behind… but not for good. Never, for good.

please please take cammie's advice and review, even if it is just saying whether or not you can fold napkins artfully. it makes me feel sooo excited to see even a "you suck!" or "stop writing forever"... but i really hope you don't think that

thanks again

happily,

the godsister