Summary: Being 19 is hard enough. Being 19 with a fulltime, top-secret job is even harder. Add in alcohol, a hot non-boyfriend, and friends who take pleasure in your distraught and you've got the life of the CIA's new and legendary recruit: Cameron Morgan, the Chameleon.

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Smashed

Cammie/Zach

Romance

Cammie woke up the second Thursday in July, a month and a half before she was due to enter her second year working with the CIA, with her quilt wrapped tightly around her body. Her head was pounding from a major hangover. She had to go to work today, she reminded herself, still half asleep and resigned to a day of feeling hung over while trying to appear that she had never had a sip of beer in her life as she was only 19.

She rolled over and glanced at the clock. 6:28. She had two minutes before her alarm would ring and one hour, forty-seven, no forty-six, minutes before she had to be at work. She figured there was no reason to try and sleep any longer so she reached over to turn the alarm clock off, realizing as she did so, that her arm was completely bare. Looking down at herself she remembered last night. She hadn't been completely wasted, a little past tipsy for sure, but not wasted. She had known what she was doing. Now, in hindsight, hooking up with a guy you kind of had feelings for after having a few to many drinks on a Thursday night after hanging out with friends who had just gotten back from Jamaica, which was the only reason you were at a bar even though you knew you had to go to work the next day, and said friends didn't…yeah, it probably wasn't the best idea.

This realization came with another one; half of her bed was empty. The blankets were messed up, the pillow obviously used, but the person who had been in that half of the bed the last night was no longer there. Cam immediately became pissed. She glared at the offensive spot. It was just like him to get up and leave her, just decide what was best and walk away from her because he, of course, knew what was best because he was Zachary Fucked-up Goode. She had already come up with three different scenarios that she could use to kill him while making it look like an accident but had decided against each one—the problem with fake accidental deaths was that they were usually quick and painless. She wanted his to be long and painful.

She jumped when she heard the water in her bathroom turn off. She hadn't realized it was on; the sound of it had been like a low hum in the background. She glanced at the clock quickly, it was still to early for any of her friends to be here, had any of them forgotten to pay the hot water bill and needed a place to shower. She had only wasted five minutes and fifty-three seconds envisioning the ways she could kill her quasi-non-boyfriend. The door opened and she jumped.

God, what was it this morning? Zach walked out with one of her white towels wrapped around his waist. She was surprised to see him and was 99 percent positive that it showed on her face. If Zach noticed it, he didn't comment on it.

"Hey," he said in his oh-so-casual I'm-19-and-don't-give-a-fuck-about-my-personal-life way.

"Hi," Cammie mumbled, becoming self-conscious as she held the blankets closer to her body and moved the majority of her hair over to the left side of her make-up less face.

Zach reached down and picked up his clothes from the floor.

"How do you get to the dry-cleaners from here?" he asked her.

"Magistries?" she asked (referring to the local, family owned one most people used) and he nodded. "It's not far. Go left out of here and turn right at the first intersection. It's at the end of that block. They don't open 'til seven thirty though."

"Yeah, I know," he said. Cammie nodded. As soon as he turned away she wrapped one of her sheets completely around herself and went into the bathroom so that she could take a shower as well. Today was an office day, not a workout morning. Had it been a workout morning she would have woken up later and not bothered with a shower for it was completely pointless. She put on pajama shorts, a tank top, and her make-up before stepping back into the room, her towel still around her shoulders for her wet hair.

She ate cereal for breakfast and when 7:30 struck she was making the bed. Zach came up behind her, taking her left arm and turning her around to face him.

"I have to go," he said quietly. She got shivers as she listened to his deep voice. He leaned in slowly and kissed her long and soft, before leaving to go to work.

When Cammie got to work she had a coffee in her hand and was already holding a pile of paperwork that one of the senior operatives didn't feel like doing and had therefore passed it on to her. She dropped the (very large) file on her desk just as Macey came up beside her.

"So Cam, good night?" She asked. Cammie glared at her.

"It was fine," she mumbled.

"Are you as hung-over as I am," she mumbled quietly and Cammie nodded; her head was still pounding.

"Yeah. And I woke up with a visitor in my bed. Thank you, by the way, for making sure that I didn't make a bad decision whilst intoxicated," she said sarcastically.

"Hey, I was more smashed than you were. Liz was worse and Bex was right behind us," she pointed out. Liz, though looking like Miss Innocent, could not hold her licker. Despite having the same amount of shots and beer as her friends she always wound up being worse off. "At least none of us were stupid enough to drive home."

"Fair point," Cammie said. "Where is Liz anyways?"

"She called in to say she wasn't feeling good last night and was going to come in late."

"Why is it that even when we're drunk she's smarter than me?" Cammie demanded.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, you were probably otherwise occupied," Macey said with a smirk.

"Morgan," her boss barked from the platform above her. "My office. Now."

"Uh-oh," Macey mumbled. Cammie laughed. Her boss looked scary but he really wasn't that bad. Sure he was on fifteen countries most wanted list, had captured over fifty foreign operatives, visited more than twenty countries that didn't appear on a world map, and had a license to kill people without a cause but…alright. So he was that bad.

She wasn't alone. Bex, Zach, Cal, Samuel, Evelyn, Lacey, Taylor, Tyler, and Evan had all been called in as well. There was a large round table and they each sat down. Cammie was between Bex and Evil Evelyn.

"Are you hung over?" Evil Evelyn asked, looking at both her and Bex shrewdly.

That obvious? Cam wondered. But instead she said,

"Don't be ridiculous. Why would we get drunk when we had to show up for work the next day," Evelyn huffed and looked away.

"So, was Zach as good in bed as you remembered?" Bex whispered. Cammie blushed.

"Shut-up Bex," she mumbled, glancing discreetly around to make sure no one had heard her.

"Just making conversation…Was he still there when you woke up?" she asked. Cam felt eyes on her and glanced to her left. A few seats away from Bex Zach was watching her, still having a conversation with Cal.

"Yes, he was still there," she muttered.

"Really?" Bex asked. Cammie nodded.

"I was just as surprised as you are," she admitted before their attention was called upon by the mission details.

The meeting was adjourned ten minutes later and everyone stood up, getting their things together and talking to their colleagues—the majority of which were procrastinating the paperwork on their desks.

"And it didn't really make—"

"Good luck," Bex cut Cam off, leaving abruptly. Cammie was puzzled for less than ten seconds before she saw Zach come up beside her left.

"So, last night," he started, casually glancing around to make sure they weren't overheard. Agents dating agents wasn't against the rules but it wasn't encouraged either, especially for the younger ones who had a tendency to break up within three months, leaving at least one of them bitter.

"Yeah," Cam said. "Nice of you to stick around this time." Six months ago they had been on an overnight mission in Alaska. He had skipped out before she was awake. Similarly, three months into her job with the CIA Cam had woken up before him and taken a shower. When she got out, he was gone. Even after her graduation he hadn't said a word to her before they were both leaving the country. In that case it was "Have fun in Paris." Needless to say, it wasn't surprising that her expectations of how he acted post-hookup weren't high.

He looked at her curiously for a minute before a smirk appeared on his suddenly amused face.

"You're actually annoyed that I didn't ditch," he said, sounding like he was about to laugh. Cammie turned red.

"I am not you jackass. I merely don't have very high expectations for you."

"That's not how it sounded last night," he teased her. If his goal was to get a rise out of her he definitely succeeded. She took a deep breath to calm herself and he went on.

"You were actually hoping that I would ditch you this morning, that way you could yell at me, blame it on the alcohol, and be done with it. News flash, Gallagher Girl, if you remember half of what went down last night you know you can't blame that all on being slightly intoxicated. I kind of liked this whole 'hanging around' thing. Maybe next time I'll even cook you breakfast," he said with another smirk before pushing himself away from the table, and her.

"There won't be a next time," she called after him, causing the other four people in the room to look at her curiously. "Hangover," she covered lamely, forgetting for moment that she wasn't legally allowed to drink. They all shrugged and went back to their conversations. She sat at her desk doing paperwork for the rest of the day, which sucked because it gave her ample time to mull over what Zach had said. By the end of the day she had decided on three things:

1) Zach was an annoying son of a bitch (figuratively, and literally).

2) He could read her wayyy to easily. And

3) She would never, ever hook up with him again.

The first two her friends completely agreed with her on. The third one they scoffed at and shared looks that clearly showed disbelief. By the next morning everyone in her and Zach's circle of friends had cast a bet on how long her resolve would last. The longest one was six months. The shortest two days. In actuality, it was somewhere in the middle.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who has alerted and favorited this story! And especially thanks to the REVIEWers (Lemonn-Limee, Kokylinda, yoo its madd kaiit, and GallagherGirl530). You guys make my day. This was set towards the end of her first year with the CIA.

Just to clear up some confusion: Hopefully what happened with Zach became more clear but basically they're not together, best friends, or bitter. They're just young adults living their lives.

My guess is CIA agents do get paid well but if you're an eighteen year old just starting to learn the ropes, obviously you won't get paid as much. And they do receive a paycheck from the government so with the recession all of the paychecks, at least for younger workers, are getting cut :D

Wow, long AN. Anyways, please review! Any suggestions for upcoming one, two, or even three-shots are welcome And as always constructive criticism is appreciated.