Hey everybody! So sorry for not updating on my regular schedule! I'm finally out of school, but I've had a cold and haven't really felt like staring at a computer screen! But I promise I'll get back to updating every other day or so! Anyway, here's chapter six! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher Girls series, or Zachary Goode :(

Chapter Six

It was 8:36 at night. And the airport was packed. Zach's and my mission had officially started. My sense were in overdrive; taking in faces and conversations.

Zach wasn't fazed at all. He moved through the crowd with a relaxed ease. And I went into full Chameleon mode.

The line for check-in took a few minutes, probably since we were flying internationally. I wasn't worried at all though; we had plenty of time.

I listened as a German couple in the line next to us playfully bickered. They looked to be Zach and my age, but their faces didn't have a care in the world. Just two people in love about to go on an adventure, I thought, as the girl threw her arms around the guy and reached up to kiss him.

Our turn at the counter came and I reminded myself that I was just an average college girl. The lady behind the desk was pleasant and soon enough Zach and I continued on through the airport.

We easily chatted all the way through security, mostly about things we made up off the top of our heads.

By the time we made it to the gate, I was starving. There was hardly anybody in our section of the airport, and the few people who were there were typing on laptops or napping.

I walked over to the big glass window to look at the plane. I put my hand up to the glass and it was cold to my touch. I changed my focus to look at the reflection. Zach was standing behind me. We locked eyes in the reflection.

This time, Zach broke the gaze.

"You wanna go get something to eat?"

"Yeah, I'm starving, Daniel." Not calling him Zach felt so weird. But such was life undercover.

We strolled over to a café, where there was only a few other people. I made note of a man in the corner that was on the phone discussing building estimates.

I ordered a wrap and Zach got a deli sandwich. As we paid for our food, the lady behind the counter apparently felt the need to chat with us.

"Well, well, where are you two young ones heading to?" she asked.

I gave Zach a smile and then turned to answer her, "We're going to Dublin to study abroad." I told her.

"Oh my! How exciting! What a great opportunity." The lady gushed to us.

"Oh yes," Zach said, "we are quite ecstatic." There was no sign of his usual smirk.

After paying we headed back to the gate. I threw my backpack down at my feet and immediately dug into my wrap. Zach sat in a chair across from me and leaned back.

I noticed Zach hadn't pulled out his sandwich yet, "Aren't you hungry?" I managed to ask around a mouth filled with food; not very smooth, but whatever.

Zach noticed and raised his eyebrows.

"Obviously some more time with Madame Dabney would do you some good." He said.

Blushing slightly, I continued to chew. Zach finally pulled his food and ate, all the while keeping his intense gaze fixed on me.

As I finished my sandwich, a voice came over the speaker system.

"We will now be boarding flight 237 to Dublin at Gate 17."

I gave Zach a look; that was our flight. We stood up and grabbed our backpacks, as we walked by a trashcan, I threw my trash away.

"Are you excited, Emily?" Zach asked me as we stood in line.

"Oh definitely, this is going to be my first time outside the country." I responded. And then I gave a smile to the lady standing behind us who seemed a little too interested in our conversation.

"Not me," Zach continued obviously following my lead, "my parents took me to Mexico after my high school graduation."

"Lucky," I kept going, "You had adventurous parents. The farthest I ever traveled from San Diego was to go skiing in Vermont with my aunt and uncle."

By now, the lady behind us seemed to lose interest. Zach and I kept talking though, about our 'classes'.

Soon enough, we were on the plane. Our seats were toward the middle of the plane, so as we passed rows, waiting for people to try to cram their bags in the overhead, I memorized faces. Many of them were familiar from waiting at the gate. But none of them looked suspicious; of course a spy can never be too careful.

Zach and I reached our row. Being a gentleman, Zach let me have the window seat.

I tried to gracefully squeeze in. I failed pretty miserably, but oh well. I managed to sit and get buckled.

The person who had the seat next to Zach and I arrived shortly. It was a woman, probably in her early thirties at my best guess. She was on the phone, talking in a thick Irish accent. Whatever she was discussing was obviously important because she didn't give the two of us a second look.

The plane waited a while before pulling away from the gate. Zach was getting anxious, I could tell. So many things could be causing the plane to delay, most of them bad for us. I tried my best to stay patient.

Finally we started moving, the plane began to taxi out to the runway and out of the corner of my eye I saw Zach physically relax.

I watched as the plane rolled past other jumbo jets still at their gates. We passed guys in orange safety vests and I saw kids with their faces pressed up against the glass windows watching the planes.

Zach leaned toward me to see out the window. I looked at him for a second and then went back to gazing out the glass. The stars were just coming out overhead. As we left the airport area I sat back in my seat, and closed my eyes.

The engines of the plane began to roar and we began to rapidly speed down the runway. The plane jounced and then it became smooth. The aircraft climbed in the air and I looked out to see Washington beneath us.

There were the lights of the city below us, and the shining stars above. As we flew above the world, I felt anything was possible.

The Pros and Cons of an Airplane Trip with Zachary Goode

Pro: Trans-Atlantic flights mean lots of time being near a particular hot spy guy.

Con: Being near said guy does a lot to a girl's thoughts and emotions.

Pro: Zach's arm makes a great pillow for sleeping.

Con: Things are very awkward when both of you wake up.

Con: Zach gets to see what your hair looks like after waking up.

Pro: You get to see Zach's adorable smile he has after just waking up.

Zach and I slept most of the six hour flight. I had awakened to find my head resting against Zach's extremely muscular arm. As I lifted my head, he woke up too.

"Sleep well, Gallagher Girl?" He asked me with a sleepy smile that made my heart melt, if only for a moment.

"Mmm, don't call me that Daniel," was my response.

The use of Zach's cover name seemed to bring him to reality. He stretched and gave a yawn.

"What time is it?"

"Almost-"

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will be beginning our descent into Dublin in just a moment. Please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated." The pilot with a thick accent cut me off.

"Eleven." I finished.

Zach nodded. "Do you know where we will be meeting our friends?" he asked. By friends, I knew he meant the two MI6 agents that were supposed to give us Intel.

"We are meeting them this afternoon at a park near University College Dublin." I told him. To anyone listening, this was a perfectly normal conversation for two college students to have.

The plane began to lose altitude. I looked out at the green Irish countryside. We were slowly being drawn back down to earth.

As the wheels of the plane hit the runway, I smiled to myself. We were going to find Bex, and nothing could stop me.

Okay, so what did you think! Tell me in a review! Thanks for reading!

P.S. I'm gonna try to make Dublin as realistic as possible, but I've never been there...so in future chapters go ahead and point things out if they're wrong!