Zach Goode was my mission partner. This phrase kept bouncing around in my head as I took the chair next to him and scooted it farther away from him.

The man who opened the door sat down in the chair across from us. He had a dark beard and barely any hair.

"Zachary Goode, this is your partner, Cameron Morgan." He nodded at me. "We chose you two specifically for the mission because we have used data from the Gallagher Academy and other previous records that you have been on many out-of-CIA missions together and work well together. As this is Cameron's first mission for the CIA, we thought it appropriate to pair her with someone with experience from two missions prior and someone expertly trained."

I glanced at Zach. His eyes were trained on the man across from us, but almost as if he could feel my gaze, he turned his head towards me. He had covered up his shock and now had a comfortable, I-know-something-you-don't expression on his face, along with an annoying smirk.

The man pulled out two folders and handed one to each of us. "Go home and memorize your mission and covers. You have a flight to England tomorrow morning at eleven o'clock am. We have booked one taxi for both of you to share. It will pick up Miss Morgan tomorrow at nine thirty and Mr. Goode at nine forty five. Thank you, and good luck to both of you!"

He escorted us out of the room and took a left down the hallway. I turned to leave but I felt a hand on my shoulder. "I have to go, Zach," I said, rolling my eyes and turning to face him. Bad idea – he looked better than ever. His body was tan and his muscles toned, his green eyes were sparkling, and he had grown out his dirty blond hair to the perfect length. He ran his hand through it and leaned against a wall, looking extremely relaxed.

I turned away from him and sauntered in the direction of the escalators, something plenty of girls would have yelled at me for doing.

"I haven't seen you in a while," he said, his tone casual. He quickened his pace to catch up with me.

"Zach, we're done," I said flatly. My tone turned business-like. "See you tomorrow at nine forty five." With that, I turned around and left him standing there.

When I got into my car and started the engine. Ignoring the pain inside my chest, I drove home, watching rain drops begin to roll down my windshield.

"Thanks," I said as the cab driver put my bags in his trunk for me. The cab that the CIA had sent for us was a black minivan. The sun shone brightly in my eyes so I slipped on my vintage sunglasses.

It was already a warm morning with a clear blue sky. I had skinny jeans on, sleek black heels, and a light, chic cashmere sweater. My hair was pulled into a messy side braid and I had applied some makeup.

"You're welcome," the cab driver said with a slight New York accent. "You can sit in the backseat. The other passenger will be next to you."

I glanced at the backseat with a disgusted expression on my face. The seat had various stains on it – and it was very small…which meant Zach would be pressed against me the whole ride to the airport. I braced myself and climbed awkwardly into the van, which smelled like rotten milk.

The ride to Zach's apartment was short. He came strolling out in a white V-neck shirt, Nike shorts, sunglasses, and sneakers. His hair looked amazing – he had used something so it looked messed-up in all the right places. He declined the cab driver's offer to help him with his bags and threw them in the back by himself.

"Hey, Cammie," he breathed as he crawled in and placed himself right next to me. We were completely squished together.

"Good morning," I said in my business tone again.

"Did you memorize your stuff?" he asked while he leaned over and closed the door on his side. The cab driver began driving again.

"Of course," I said stiffly in the same tone. Zach raised his eyebrows.

"I did too, honey," he said, smirking. He put his arm around my neck.

I groaned. Zach and I were boyfriend and girlfriend for this mission. I was Alyssa Carter and he was Justin Clay.

Our mission looked difficult –there was a terrorist group in England trying to destroy the CIA's files and we had to stop them. Our mission was an estimated year-long mission and we'd be staying in a hotel the whole time. Our covers are high-ranked in America because our parents are supposed to be wealthy so we get invited to many parties and events that the group of people will be invited to.

I knew Zach was a good actor, but it already looked like he'd be enjoying this mission a little too much. I looked down at the mission description and suggested tactics and cringed at the seventh tactic on the list: Break into one of the target's rooms and search their items and weapons for any valuable information. When found, have intercourse so when they find you there will be less suspicion. I hoped Zach wouldn't notice that one or try to do it. I know you're confused about why I'm so against Zach, but you'll know in due time.

The cab pulled up the airport and came to a sharp halt. Zach grabbed me by the waist and pulled me out. There was a moment when I was pressed against him, and he whispered, "Remember the covers," in my ear before letting me go. I flashed a bright smile at him. I was not going to let him ruin my first mission and potentially stop me from getting more – I was going to know my cover inside and out. One thing about my cover I didn't exactly like, though, is that apparently Alyssa and Justin are very comfortable with public displays of affection. Of course.

Some more information about our covers: we were going to England for a year to have fun together and to learn more about a new culture. Our covers are very smart and very in love. Both our parents are extremely rich and very good friends.

The cab driver gave us our bags and was on his way.

"This way," Zach said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards bag check-in. I faked a high-pitched giggle, already cursing the CIA for giving me this.

We waited and checked our bags with clothes, and went through security with our carry-on bags. In England we were supposed to meet a man that would give us our weapons. Our covers weren't using a private jet because our parents had invested in expensive yachts instead.

At the boarding area, Zach convinced me to sit on his lap. We were both watching the planes outside the window when I told him I was

going to go to the bathroom.

After I had gone, I returned to where Zach was sitting, chewing some gum. I sat on his lap again, only this time he leaned over and kissed me. We sat there kissing for about half a minute before I pulled away and pecked him on the cheek and we looked outside again. Even though I probably looked happy, I was actually really pissed that the CIA could do this to me. Zach had a smug expression on his face.

"You're pathetic," I whispered in his ear, narrowing my eyes.

"I'm just playing my cover, Alyssa," he said back, faking an innocent expression.

"We don't even have to be doing our covers yet," I said, suddenly realizing it. "We're not even in England!"

He smirked. "You never know whose watching." I shrugged, because it was true, and our plane began boarding.

I had to sit next to Zach and we had a little argument over who could sit on the aisle seat and who would sit in the window seat (there were two seats per row). In the end, I won out and got the aisle seat. "Thanks, babe," I said, smiling but giving him a death stare with my eyes. He pushed the armrest up and put his arm around me, but not before he kissed me again. I didn't let myself think about how I felt about it.

I put on my iPod and slowly let myself drift away into sleep…

"Cammie," I heard. "Cammie!"

I opened my eyes, smelled familiar cologne, and looked up. I groaned as I realized my head was on Zach's chest. He was grinning at me. "What drink do you want?" I looked at him in confusion and then noticed a blond stewardess standing there smiling at Zach and me.

"Can I have a Coke please?" I asked. Zach kissed me on the head and the stewardess looked at us as though we were the cutest thing in the world. She went away after writing our drinks down.

"I couldn't move at all," Zach complained but he smiled nonetheless.

"It's not my fault," I snapped groggily. I sat up and took my iPod off and began brushing my hair.

"Actually, yeah, it is your fault,"Zach said, laughing. I rolled my eyes but quickly took a look of adoration as the stewardess returned.

"Here you go," she said. "Here's your Coke and here's your water." She placed the cups there.

I leaned over onto Zach and put my arms around him as if he was the best thing in the world. He smiled. "Thanks," he said to the stewardess.

"It's no problem. You two are adorable, by the way," she added before walking away. I looked up at Zach.

Zach turned to me. "You've become a better actress," he whispered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded. He ignored me and took a sip of his water. I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep for the rest of the ride.

Yay, I finally got my computer to work! Thanks for reading and being patient :)

Here's a fun fact: I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have To Kill You was released in 2006 (according to Wikipedia ;)

Next Chapter: Zach and Cammie will check into their hotel room in England, where Cammie is unhappy to see one bed for both of them... With all that's been happening, Cammie can't stop thinking about her emotions about Zach and remembers the night they broke up.