Since I had such an amazing response on the last chapter, here's the second.
Oh and I noticed something today, actually. If you go on 'Communities' and look at the Gallagher Girls ones, there's archives created by people who want to list the 'best Gallagher Girls fanfics'.
I will make it my aim with this story (based on it's true quality and not a bunch of you PMing the poor 'staff' on those archives because of my wish) to get it on one of those.
Anyway, enjoy!

Many people who have walked through the doors of the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women would have said that the girls that resided there were among the toughest, strongest and ruthless among human kind.

In reality, the Gallagher Academy was really just a bunch of spy girls, who loved makeup, clothes, actors and boys as much as any civilian girl.

I knew, in that moment, that that fact was certainly true.

It took every single ounce of physical and mental strength I had to stop me from melting to the floor at the boy in front of me.

He had piercing emerald eyes which were staring directly at me, soft brown hair that was long enough to run your fingers through and messy in all the right places, a good athletic build (with a possible six pack), good jawline and well defined lips.

The guy - or Zach - almost seemed superhuman.

"Um...hi" I tried to keep my tone level, but when faced with someone like Zach Goode, a girl just can't.

"I expect only the best from you two. No slip ups, understood?" The director barked.

"Yes sir" Me and Zach said in unison, then left the room, knowing it was our cue.

We walked for a while, side by side and strides in almost perfect sync to the car. Zach got in the driver's seat and I got in the passenger side.

Soon, we were driving to the unknown.

To be fair; in the past, I had had my share of somewhat strange mission partners.

There was Harry Bling, (from now on referred to as 'squirrel guy') who had a peculiar interest in how squirrels ate their nuts - knowledge that did actually end up helping us decipher the cause for death of a squirrel lying on the ground in Central Park, which then in turn helped identify the poison being fed into major nut processing factories.

Then there was Fred Granger, who's eyes just freaked me out.

But nothing could have prepared me for the guy beside me.

Since he introduced himself, he hadn't uttered a single word.

Time to change that.

"So...Zach..." I started but couldn't finish.

"That is my name, please try not to wear it out" He said, smirking.

I scoffed. Time to turn up the notch on 'confidence'.

"You know, for the maximum efficiency of this mission, I suggest you keep the smirk permanently wiped off your face"

He laughed, "We're on a mission, with several risks and un-beneficial factors to weigh up and calculate moves around; how could my smirk possibly be added into such an equation?"

The wit and sarcasm Zach was (for some reason rather proudly) exhibiting reminded me of him. But to the him today, them him from before. The flirty, sarcastic, generally happy him that made me want to throw my arms around and kiss on the forehead.

Why did my mission partner have to have so much in common with him?

"Well, I prefer my mission partners to be helpful in any sticky situation. I mean, what use is an agent who can barely function because they have many serious injuries littered about their body?"

"I - oh", Zach appeared to take the hint.

The car settled into a comfortable silence for the rest of the journey. I stared out of the window for most of it, using the time to think.

If I left Josh now, people would be suspicious as of why I did. And that's the main problem.

I may have good spy skills, but Josh has the ultimate social skills know to man. If I did leave him, he'd know exactly how to blow it all up in my face and make himself out as some innocent man who was suffering a broken heart. Once he executes a plan, he makes sure it happens.

I have no doubt Josh has already planned out the day I will leave him and has a load of pitiful lies and deceit on standby in his mind, just waiting to be of use to him.

Wy did this ever have to be so damn complicated?

I snapped out of my thoughts when I realised the car was slowing down.

Zach pulled the car up outside somewhere and I frowned.

"This isn't the airport"

I heard a chuckle, "Nicely noticed. It's my apartment block. I need to grab my bags because unlike yourself, I wasn't informed of the intended nature and location of our mission. I won't be a minute - literally"

He was gone in a flash and I began timing him automatically.

Less than a minute later, he loaded his bags into the boot and got back into the driver's side of the car.

Zach grinned and rolled his eyes at the expression on my face (I couldn't help it, I mean 45.7 seconds?), "How'd I do? Better than expected?"

I just sighed and slumped in my seat.

This will be a long mission.