HEYYYY! so, I want to thank all of you who reviewed for me, you ROCK! so, i need an idea for a song they could do at the talent show... think about it for me!

I hope you like it, i've been neglecting homework (to a point) to write this for you!

Cammie's POV

"The people who attacked you weren't linked to the mission at all. It sounds really weird, but that's just how it is. We're working to find out who planned the attacks, but we won't know for a few days. And luckily, no one at the school saw the fight go down, so our cover hasn't been blown. Also, Cammie, as soon as we're done here Liz is waiting on a Video Chat for you." Liz? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! I hadn't talked to her in almost a month. And let me tell you, 69 days and 16 ½ hours away from home is a LONG time. Even for a spy.

Our mini-meeting was finished, and I sprinted to my room to vid-chat Liz. I turned on the computer, and wasting no time, Liz's face appears on my screen. "AHHHHHHH! Liz, oh my lord, I haven't talked to you in FOREVER! How is school?" School is fun, I mean as fun as school can be. So, you have to tell me all about your mission. You know, with you gone, school just isn't the same. "School? Let me tell you how easy all these classes are. The seventh graders are doing harder stuff than this." Ouch. So how is Bex? Bex! "Hold on Liz!" I ran down the stairs and found Bex. Wordlessly, I dragged her up the stairs and to my room. I couldn't leave Bex out of this.

"LIZ! How are you? I miss you so much? Has Macey driven you crazy yet? Have you driven Macey crazy yet? OH MY GOSH! Did you kill her? Is that why it's only you? Oh, Liz, I'm so proud! I knew you had it in you!" Bex, Macey is in the bathroom, fixing her makeup or something. I miss you too! Let me tell you, everyone says CoveOps is really boring. Apparently it's all bookwork until Mr. Solomon gets back. And I really don't like seeing Madame Dabney sitting in your mom's seat at meal times. It makes me miss you guys even more. Oh, and Jonas says to tell the guys he says hi. "Can do, Liz." We smiled, and talked like that until dinner. At that point she had to do her AP Trigonometry homework. Sitting around the dinner table that night made me realize how close we had all become. I considered them all my family, other than the fact that my mom is family.

It was at school the next day when it actually hit me how long we had been there. My mom had just left early that morning on "business" (aka. A trip back to Gallagher to make sure it was still standing), so Zach was staying with us for the next week and a half. The first knot in my stomach came when I saw that the talent show was in two weeks (can anyone say "time to go crazy"?), and the second one came in the form of a poster I passed in the hall. It said 6 words. "Father-Daughter Dinner Dance, Next Friday". It was lunch break, and I was just standing there. Bex came up to me to ask what I was looking at. She didn't say anything at first, because she started to do the math in her head when she saw the poster. She tried to say something, but stopped.

Her hands flew up and covered her face, then lowered just covering her mouth. "Oh, Cammie," she whispered. Me? I was still looking at the poster, frozen, shocked, horrified, depressed. Yes I was upset about the fact it was a father-daughter dance, but it was the date that really hit close to home. Bex gathered me into a hug and said, "Cammie…" There wasn't anything anyone could say to make the feeling go away. I hung my head and fell into Bex's hug, sobbing. Luckily Bex thought fast and took us to the girls' room, that way we wouldn't get noticed. We escaped to class right before the bell, so we wouldn't get in trouble for being late.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, with me being in a trance-like state until the end of school. It was hard to ignore the feeling, though, on account of the posters plastered to every wall. (In case you haven't realized by now, the Friday of the Father-Daughter Dance was the anniversary of my dad's disappearance.)

At the last bell my heart skipped a beat, and I started to sprint home, not wasting any time standing around. After bursting through the back door, I closed it tightly, threw down my things, and darted up to my room. I had just closed the door when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I didn't care. I went over to the desk and took out my picture of dad. Standing in the middle of the room, staring at his picture, I heard footsteps by the door. I was sure it was someone I knew, because there was no attempt to stop any noises being made. With that, I waited, my eyes glued to the picture.

Slowly, the knob turned and the door opened. There was another step and my teacher's head popped into view. None other than Joe Solomon looked calmly at me and closed the door after entering. He slowly crossed the room and put his hand on my shoulder. I turned my head, not wanting him to see me cry, right before he said, "Cammie, it's okay for you to miss your dad." That did it for me.

I practically fell over at his words, him catching me swiftly into a hug. It just made me cry harder, because it was the kind of thing a dad would do. I hugged him back, and we just stood there. It wasn't until we heard voices that I let go of him. Stepping back, I looked at him and laughed. His shirt was soaked with my tears, and we laughed together.

"Cammie? Cammie, are you here?" Hearing Zach's voice brought me back to reality, and I sprinted out of the room and down the stairs. I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and ran right into Zach. His arms moved to around my waist and I hoped he couldn't see how much I enjoyed it. This made us both laugh, "Well, I wasn't prepared for this! From what I heard, you should be depressed beyond all belief, locked in your room. Unreasonable to the point of me force-feeding you your dinner." With that he smirked, and I rolled my eyes.

"Then you should be feeling very lucky mister. My depressive-wrath is something only three people have EVER dealt with successfully." He raised his eyebrows and asked, "So what am I in for tomorrow? Should I just hide, or will I be okay?" I smacked his shoulder, and headed off to go get a snack. Who would have thought crying could make you so hungry?

Zach's POV

After school, I was leaning on the car, waiting for Grant, Bex and Cammie to come, and something didn't feel right. Grant showed up, looking like he just ran a marathon followed by Bex, looking frantic. "ZACH! Have you seen Cammie anywhere?" Grant shouted at me. "NO, GRANT, I HAVEN'T! Why? Is something wrong?"

Bex chimed in, "She isn't anywhere in the school or on the grounds. I think she might have gone home without us, which in itself is extremely dangerous." I looked skeptically at her, "Zach, I'll tell you later. Right now we need to get home to make sure Cammie is ok." My heart skipped a beat, and my brain switched back on as I told them to get in the car. We were speeding down each road when I asked Bex, "So, what's wrong?"

She looked worried and slightly angry, "If she got home okay, she will most likely be depressed beyond all belief, pretty much to the point that you'll have to force-feed her dinner so she doesn't die." My heart skipped a beat and I sped the car up to 50mph (we were in a 30mph school zone…).

"Bex, would you say something like that to me?" She smiled devilishly, but her eyes told me that she was worried.

Once we got to the house, we sprinted up to the door, Bex went out back, and Grant went to the basement. That left me with the upstairs. "Cammie!?" I went to the bottom of the stairs and tried again, "Cammie? Cammie are you here?" I was about to go upstairs when I heard footsteps clomping down the stairs.

Cammie came barreling around the corner, and ran into me, making both of us laugh. I moved my arms around her waist, seeing her eyes almost glaze over. Her red, puffy eyes (obviously, she had just been crying about something). Smiling I said, "Well, I wasn't prepared for this! From what I heard, you should be depressed beyond all belief, locked in your room. Unreasonable to the point of me force-feeding you your dinner." I smirked, knowing her next move would be to roll her eyes.

"Then you should be feeling very lucky mister. My depressive-wrath is something only three people have EVER dealt with successfully." I raised an eyebrow, hoping she was lying, but not doubting the truth of her words. "So what am I in for tomorrow? Should I just hide, or will I be okay?" I really did want to know if she would be ok, but I already knew the answer. She smacked my arm and went off to go get a snack. I heard Grant and Bex say hi to her, and then saw Solomon coming down the stairs. I tried to convey my thoughts through my eyes, did you tell her?

He shook his head, no. My heart sunk, he wasn't kidding when he said that I would tell her, or she would have to figure it all out on her own. I knew one thing was for sure, I was not telling her today.

Cammie's POV

Zach was confusing me. At one moment, he would be fine, completely normal and cocky. The next he was spaced out, practically unconscious. I learned to take advantage of his good moments, and just avoid him during the bad ones. Of course Zach wasn't the only bipolar person. I was an unstable roller coaster, any time I saw a poster for the father-daughter dance I would just want to be left alone. One day, Alexis (one of the enemies we were watching out for) asked if I was bringing my dad to the dance. She reminded me that there was only one day left to RSVP.

I almost shouted at her that my dad was dead, and then I remembered that I wasn't Cammie Morgan, fatherless spy-in-training. I was Cassie Miller, daughter of divorced parents, living with her father in Phoenix, Arizona. The thought that came to my head next was one that made me happy. "I think I will, Alexis. Thanks for reminding me!" She looked stunned. Obviously, she knew that Solomon wasn't my dad. She must have known more about me than she let on. It was actually only the other day that I figured out she was a bad guy…

The other day:

I was sitting in Algebra class (yeah, I know, I was sitting in an algebra class after acing an advanced trigonometry class two years ago) and I felt something move in my backpack. Swiftly, I turned and grabbed my backpack. I searched the contents of it and saw that my planner was missing. Luckily it was only my school planner, my real planner would have gotten at least three people killed. Using my peripherals I looked everybody on my right. Alexis was the only one who was paying any attention to the teacher, which pretty much screamed "I DID IT!!"

After class was over, I packed up super slowly, so I could watch her pack her bag. She was a little too careful putting her folder away, and in my opinion, the folder was a little too full. Once she walked out the door, I darted and followed her, using every surveillance technique Mr. Solomon could have taught me. She didn't seem to be using ANY counter-surveillance techniques, so I kept after her and noticed that when she stopped at her locker, she tried too much to cover the inside of the locker. I made a mental note of that and continued on to my next class.

(end flashback)

She wasn't the only one, too. There were others. Some worked with mom and Solomon, some went to school with us. There were about 15 of them, but I was sure that there were a few we didn't know about, just like we had two operatives they didn't know about yet.

So after school I waited, doing homework and looking for bugs and creating firewalls and sending them to Liz to crack. It was boring stuff. After a while Solomon got home, and I decided to pop the question. "Hey, Mr. Solomon?" He looked at me quizzically. "Well, the Father-Daughter Dinner Dance is a week from Friday, and some girls were wondering if I was going. At first I wasn't planning on going, but seeing as you're my Guardian-Equal, and you're supposed to be my dad right now…" I got a little choked up at the thought of actually having someone to go to this dance with. A tear rolled down my cheek as I asked, "I was wondering if maybe… Will you go with me to the dance?"

A genuine smile broke across his face, "Cammie, nothing would please me more than taking you to the dance." I grinned at him, and hugged him. "Thank you, Mr. Solomon! Oooh, I should probably go call Macey, she might want to send me a dress… Well, I'll see you later!" I practically skipped to my room, euphoric to the point that I, Cameron Morgan, skipped.

I called Macey, and before I said two words to her, she said, "Garment bag, in the closet." I went over, and took out the garment bag. Unzipping it, I felt silk. I held my breath and took out the dress. It was pink silk, with a bubbly skirt, empire waist with a beaded belt-type-thing. I would kill her for the fact that it was STRAPLESS (because we all know how wellthat worked out last time…), but the dress was gorgeous. "Oh, Macey! It's beautiful, but WHY did you get a strapless dress for me. I did tell you what happened last time, right? " The other side of the line was silent, and I could tell she was avoiding the question.

"Oh, Cam, ya know… it was pretty " We laughed together at the way she said it.

"Ok Macey, well, I've got to go. You know, homework and I have to get ready for the-" I almost said talent show, but I hadn't told anyone at Gallagher yet, and I wasn't about to.

"Wait, WHAT?! What are you preparing for? Cammie, tell me-" I cut her off, "Gotta do, Mace, BYE!" I cut the line before she could ask any more questions. I was putting the dress on the hanger and Zach moseyed on in.

"Whoa! That is HOT." He smirked, and I couldn't help but blush. I don't know what it was that made me blush, but I did. "SO! I came up to tell you, that we need to rehearse before dinner."

"Ok, Zach, I'll be right down." I didn't hear him go, so I put the dress away and turned to look at him. He was looking at me, and his eyes held such intensity, that I had to look away. It must have been one of those times again. As I passed him to leave the room, it looked like he wanted to tell me something but couldn't. It made me feel bad, because I could tell something was eating away at him, but I didn't know what to do.

He seemed to have snapped out of it, because he smirked as we went down the stairs. "So! I say we should probably do the whole thing twice, and then just review that one part where you keep messing up the beat." He kept smirking as he said that, to which I smacked him upside the head and replied, "Well, I would agree to that, if it was MY rhythm that was off. The guitarist, on the other hand could use a little work in getting the change in tempo during the bridge right…" I smiled sweetly at him and his mock hurt face made an appearance.

"Cammie, I'm hurt. How could you doubt my ability, when you are clearly the one messing up the song?" I got a snack, and went to the piano. What else was I going to do? I'm a Gallagher Girl, we eat. A lot.

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ok so, yeah, i'm not keeping the song their doing at the talent show because i want to make it suspenseful. I honestly have no clue what song their doing. R&R TELL ME!!

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