A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in like, a month, but I've been busy. I hope you don't hate me :)
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Cammie's POV
"GREG!" I yelled, chasing after Grant through the entirety of Phoenix High School. Yes, all five floors. I also know I called him Greg, but if you remember it was his cover.
You are probably wondering why I was chasing after Grant, well, there is actually no reason. Ok, so there is, but it wasn't actually important to us. Today after school, we were supposed to get into a fight. It could have been over anything, but it had to happen. The reason behind the fight was, Liz had called and said that the enemy might have gotten a tip off, so we had to make it seem like our bond was breaking, whether or not the enemy had figured us out yet. So, as you know, I was chasing Grant through the halls of our school. He rounded a corner, so I followed suit, and ran right into Mr. Solomon. Yes, that is just my luck. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the car. Apparently a teacher saw us running through the school and contacted "daddy" and, which ultimately led to this. I got in the passenger seat; Grant showed up a minute later and slid into the back seat before we drove away.
The ride home was uneventful until Zach randomly decided to jump on the roof of the car and ride home that way. Solomon wasn't very happy about it, but Zach finally got what he deserved, being as cocky as he is.
"ZACHARY GABRIEL!" Mr. Solomon lost is once we got home, "What do you think you were doing? That was SO incredibly stupid- ALL OF YOU IN THE HOUSE! Cas, Greg, do your homework." We hastened inside and he turned back to Zach. "What were you thinking? You could have gotten killed! Are you really that reckless around my daughter?..." He carried on like that until they reached the house. Grant and I had finished searching for bugs by the time they closed the door.
"The house is clean, perimeter secure," we said in unison. We turned and high fived each other, seeing as we hadn't planned any of it. Solomon chuckled and nodded his head, "Ok, then, let's get down to business. First of all, nice job Zach. Very flashy, just be careful not to get hurt, and don't do it again." AHHH! I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT ZACH WAS SUPPOSED TO DO THAT! I must be the best spy EVER. "Second, Cammie and Grant, you two outdid yourselves. I was expecting one or two floors of the building-" He was cut off by Grant saying, "Oh, Solly! Did you really expect us to do anything half-ass? We went down every hall, making as much noise as possible, making sure to get through every stairwell…" He smiled sweetly as Mr. Solomon smacked him upside the head.
"Call me Solly one more time on this mission, and I will PERSONALLY make sure Rebecca has you as a sparring partner in P&E once we get back to Gallagher." Solomon smiled back and Grant's face paled and he gulped. "Yes sir," he squeaked. I loved how Bex could instill such fear in him. "Back to discussing the operation now, please. Oh yes, Cammie, Grant? Is there any particular reason the Spanish teacher cannot stand you? She sounded like you were the bane of her very existence…" We smiled mischievously.
"Weeell-" I dragged out the word, "There just has to be the one teacher you hate. And you should see this crack-pot! She is barely fit enough to be teaching kindergarten Spanish classes with drooly, boogery brats. Juniors in high school should know everything she has reviewed with us by now." Grant nodded in agreement.
"Besides," he added, "what would her afternoons be without us there to have fun with her in detention? We couldn't exile her like that, now could we?" We were all laughing at this point. Apparently, Mr. Solomon also found it funny that Grant and I made it a sport each day to see who could get a detencíon from Señorita Matthews first…
"On to more pressing matters: The Operation we should be discussing right now. Everything was just as we suspected. The subjects have been suspecting us, but not Rebecca or Rachel." Well, my mom is the best there is. "Unfortunately, getting the job done means that Ms. Baxter will need to be picked up behind enemy lines within next hour or they will get suspicious of her. As you may or may not know, behind enemy lines is at the DMV, because we have reason to believe that the subjects are working with DMV employees. That means they can get drivers licenses, which then leads to them getting access to many top secret documents and places that could help them demolish the very foundations of this country…. But we're doing great! We're right on track, actually, Rachel should be retrieving Ms. Baxter from the DMV soon…" As that was said, we heard a car pull into the driveway.
Once mom and Bex came in we discussed the operation a little further, and then we actually went to do homework while the adults contacted our research team, checking in and updating them (the usual). We were waiting for dinner to be ready later, and Grant was with Bex, Solomon, and Mom, and I was with Zach discussing the Wendleski, Sharigma, and other useful maneuvers when Grant burst out laughing. All of a sudden Zach had a certain gleam in his eyes…
Zach's POV
I truly had no clue why Grant burst out laughing and kept shooting glances over his shoulder to me and Cammie, but annoying Cammie was like a sport to me, so I played along. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?" I shouted, and I saw the frustration flash over her face and tried to hide my smile, but the annoyed look on Cammie's face told me that I didn't do a very good job of hiding it. It didn't matter that much, her face was priceless.
"What –" I cut her off, actually comprehending what was so funny, "NO!" I made sure the only emotion on my face at that point was a look of sheer horror. (Cammie had no clue I was actually euphoric at the thought of…) To my outburst Grant replied, "Oh yes." Nodding his head, smiling, he looked mischievous and said, "I think you should tell her." I rolled my eyes and smirked.
"What the heck, Zach?" She looked about ready to kill someone, so stifling my laughter I replied, "Talent show at school…" I couldn't flat out tell her. How much fun would that be?
"AND?!?!" She was practically screaming. I put my face in my hands and mumbled, "drctfnks..uhdee… eeedoid." To that everyone looked at me. I looked at each of them before folding my hands and clearly saying, "Our valiant leader, Director Weston, thought that it would be a good idea, a 'learning experience' I believe might had been the words he used, if we were to participate in the aforementioned Show of Talent." She stopped breathing, and sat there blankly. I smirked and waved a hand in front of her face, but as I was about to pull back she caught it with the speed of a ninja and crushed my hand. "Ok, OW! C'mon Gallagher Girl! Really! I need that hand!"
"No, Zach, really! If the hand is broken then no guitar! AKA. No act in the… show." She couldn't even say talent show… this should be fun, "You know, Gallagher Girl, if you break my hand now, you have to play the piano at the talent show…" She shrieked a bloodcurdling scream and let go of my hand like Ryan and Dr. Fibs had just shocked her with one of their prototypical inventions. With that she jumped up and ran away. The rest of us looked at each other in confusion. "I vote Zach goes to stop her from committing suicide… but that's just me." Who else, but Grant would raise his hand and offer that up?
With that as my cue, I swept up off the couch and went upstairs to found her hiding under the covers on her bed. "Uh, Gallagher Girl, what are you doing? You'd think someone in a school for spies might find a better hiding place." She threw the blanket back and replied, "I am hiding so no one can make me do the talent show." Putting on my sarcastically-hurt face, in a stung tone, I replied, "You know, that hurts. The fact that you would rather hide here, under your covers, instead of perform with me." She eyed me like I was a crazy person (which I'm not denying), but she huffed a big breath.
"Ok, Zach. Obviously YOU like performing, so I'll do it. I'm not going to enjoy it, though" I smiled and sat on the bed next to her and put my arm around her shoulders, "That's more like it Gallagher Girl. I knew you'd come around to the idea sooner or later." We sat there awkwardly until I broke the silence, "Sooo… What song were you thinking of doing? You know we'll need to practice after all."
"I don't know, Zach. Here let's look at the music I have." We sat there looking through Taylor Swift, John Denver, Jason Mraz, and others. And apparently my mad guitar skills were great enough for her to even mention the thought of trying to play a John Mayer song. After about an hour, we decided enough was enough and would wait till tomorrow to dig further into the music she was given.
…
"I don't even know why you would bother…" Cammie started, but couldn't finish her thought on account of the fact that there were three very large goon-like men running out of the school, towards us. We took off running, turning sharply onto the football field at school. Cammie shot off like a freaking bullet for the other end of the field while I shimmied up the goalpost. I was standing on it when Bex came around, closely followed by four more goons. Oh, and Grant.
Fortunately no one saw me, so I was able to take down the two nearest goons with one swift jump off of the goalpost. Once Bex had slapped Napotine patches on their foreheads, we sprinted down the field to where Cammie was fending off the 3 goons that had gotten to her. I tackled the closest one, and Cammie helped me get take care of him, then helped Grant with his guy. Bex looked like she was enjoying herself a little too much to want to help. I slipped out while Cammie, Grant and Bex tied up all the goons (including the ones across the field). I called Solomon to tell him what happened, and he sounded out of breath when he answered. "Zach, are you kids okay?"
"Yeah, Mr. Solomon. We're fine, but what was that? Who were those men who tried to attack us, and obviously you , too?" There was a pause on the other side of the line, and I waited for him to collect his thoughts.
"Zach, there is something you should probably know."
Cammie's POV
Let me tell you, whomever you are reading this, that running down a football field, up the bleachers, back down the bleachers and then back halfway up the field is TIRING. Of course, after doing that I had absolutely no time to regain a normal heartbeat on account of the 2 goons chasing after me, looking angry and dangerous. Strike that, there were three of them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Zach standing on the top of the goalpost-thingie, not that I knew the real name (I'm not really into football, in case you didn't know). I smiled looking at him jump off the thingie, and I roundhouse kicked two goons at once, and took down the other one. They recovered quickly, and I was only fighting another minute when Zach, Bex and Grant came to help me.
After struggling to pull Bex off of the last guy, I noticed that Zach was gone. "Zach?!" I called to no answer. I walked over to the bleachers and, out of nowhere, he came jogging down them, "Sorry, you ready to go? We should probably find Solomon and your mom." He took off walking toward the car and we followed him.
"Zach, man, where did you go? You missed Bex almost snapping the poor schmuck's neck. It was freaking awesome!" Bex did a totally un-Bex-like thing, and blushed. Of course Grant didn't really notice, he blushed at the same time she did. We sat there in silence until I asked Zach where he went again.
"Oh, um, I needed to take care of some… stuff." He hadn't really been acting like himself after the fight, I wonder why…
…
"NO!" I shouted, laughing, "It's like a G and an A minor!" I dodged a guitar pick, and threw the music at him. "Ok, you know what? If you think you're so smart Mr. Guitar-Player, please, be my guest. YOU can translate this music from Farsi to English if you're so right." He picked up the music and started playing it flawlessly, much to my chagrin. "Fine. Be that way." I went to get a snack from the kitchen, and somehow he was right on my tail. It was month until the talent show and we JUST decided what we were going to play. No, I'm not telling you, it's a secret.
We got our snack and went back to the guitar. I picked it up, and he looked at me skeptically. I sat down with it and strummed a song G, Em, C, D – G, Em, Am, D, Bm, Em, C, D, Am, D, G He looked at me with eyes that said Gee, I had no clue you were so good at guitar Cammie, You're like, a goddess or something. Ok, I may have exaggerated, but why not? It happens to be my fantasy after all.
He came over and sat next to me, yet almost behind me, "Cammie, you played the Bm wrong, and you should add in an extra finger to the G, it makes it sound more full." With that, he wrapped his arms around mine, and guided my fingers on the neck of the guitar, taking my hand in his to strum. I have to say, it did sound better, but he was distracting me. His head was resting on my shoulder, and it felt so nice. I decided to lead my head against his, and we stayed there like that until we heard movement in the driveway. We separated, I gave him back his guitar, and we did the song once before the rest of them got in.
"Sounds good honey. I'm happy that you finally agreed to doing the show. Director Weston was so excited." Mom smiled at me, and I grimaced in return. "So we have some news on who attacked you the other day." Yes, she said you. She was not attacked. All the rest of us were, though. (Yeah, I know. SO unfair, me getting attacked and my mom, the EXPERIENCED spy, NOT getting attacked.)
Mr. Solomon chimed in, "Yeah it was…"
Soooooo? How was it? Tell me please. (the little green button is working I PROMISE)
I'll try to update ASAP, but I make no promises.
Happily,
the Godsister